Smokey (Hell's Bastards MC 2)

They made it toward the bar where Smokey ordered them both a couple of beers. Ava was distracted as she noticed Kinky sitting in the corner. It wasn’t the man himself that captured her attention, but what he was doing. He had a woman on her knees before him, worshipping his cock.

Ava saw the way Kinky had wrapped the woman’s hair in a fist and used the grip he had to control her.

Both of her hands were on his knees and Kinky guided his cock in deep. She noticed he slowed as the woman began to gag but that didn’t seem to stop him. He took his time and stared at the woman. A communication clearly happening between the two that she wasn’t privy to.

“He wants her to swallow his entire dick,” Smokey said.

She whirled around. “He does?”

“You’re looking a little flustered there.”

She looked at Kinky then back at Smokey. “But she’s … gagging.” She leaned in to whisper the last part.

“And it what makes it all the more fun.” Smokey winked at her. “You’re like a virgin, did you know that?”

Ava shook her head. “I’m not.”

“No, I’ve taken care of it, but you act like you’ve never seen a good blowjob.”

“I’ve seen them. Never in person, but on the internet.” She waved her hand in the air trying to brush the subject over, but Smokey wasn’t having any of it.

“You’ve watched porn?”

“Don’t, Smokey. Come on. You know I have. Don’t embarrass me.”

He chuckled, and with his hand still on hers, he tugged her close until she had no choice but to be body-to-body to him. He placed her hand over the back of his neck. “I have no intention of doing that, but you see, knowing my woman loves to watch porn. It turns me on.”

“I haven’t watched it since we … you know.”

“Fucked.”

“Yes.”

“You can say the words, babe. It’s not a bad thing.” The hand on her ass had her heart rate speeding up. The bar, the couples, the blatant sex that was going on around her, it all faded away until all that remained was the two of them.

“Fuck,” she said.

“I shouldn’t like that as much as I do.” He took possession of her lips, and she closed her eyes. The hand on her ass moved down until it grazed the bottom of her skirt. She let him go to release a moan.

“We need to get ourselves a seat,” he said.

Before too long, he’d grabbed both of their beers and led her across the main room. There was a spare seat in the corner, and Smokey took it. She was about to sit opposite him, but he grabbed her hand, tugging her so she had no choice but to collapse against him.

“People will see,” she said, seeing his intention.

“Do I look like a man who gives a fuck?” He tugged her a little harder and she had no choice but to follow, moving her thighs to either side of his as he gripped her hips tightly. The skirt she wore rode up, and she quickly pressed her face against his shoulder. Smokey wasn’t having any of that.

He wrapped his hand around her hair and gave it a tug, forcing her to lift up, which she did.

“I want to see your face.”

“Smokey?”

“I’ve got you. The club doesn’t give a fuck, and if they do, they can look away or blow themselves. I don’t care. This is a party, and I want my woman seated on my dick. Is that so hard?” He circled his finger. “This doesn’t matter. Forget about all of them. It’s me you should be focused on. No one else.”

She cried out as his hands returned to her hips and he thrust up. His cock was close to her pussy. The flimsy panties she wore provided zero protection above his denim-covered cock.

“That’s right. You know you want me, Ava. Stop fighting it.”

She wasn’t fighting it, but as he broke down her walls, she no longer cared when his hand touched her pussy. At first, he rubbed her across the fabric of her panties, then he slid a finger beneath and started to work on her clit. She whimpered as he took her clit between his fingers and gave it a squeeze before using both fingers to massage on either side. She sank her teeth into her lip as the moans threatened to erupt from inside her.

He wasn’t happy with that as he moved down to plunder inside her.

“Please,” she said.

“I don’t want you to be silent, babe. Give it all to me. Forget the club. Only focus on me. It’s what I want.”

He slammed two fingers knuckles deep within her, making her cry out from the sheer pleasure of his touch. Smokey made her forget everything. She loved being with him. He didn’t put any controls on either of them. They were both free.