Hard Ride (Men of Valor MC)

“Maybe a little bit,” I joke.

“No doubt about it, babe. That’s not what I want. I’m sick of this shit we’ve been doing. Not the dancing and prancing your ass around for me, that I fucking want more of. I could do without a damn audience though.” I’m secretly loving that I’ve done this to him.

“Then yeah, I think now that we both have this out of our system, I’ll let you hear me moan your name,” I reply bluntly.

“Fucking hell, babe. You’re gonna give this old man a heart attack.”

“You’re thirty-seven, Gage, you’re not old. I mean, unless you can’t get it up, then we might have to rethink this whole you and me together.” Now I’m full-on laughing.

“Just you wait, Nova. Next time I see you, my hands will be reddening that sweet peach-shaped ass of yours.” Yep, this is going to be so much fun.

“We’ll see about that, Gage. Now, are we doing this, or are we just going to talk about it all night? Some people need their beauty sleep.”

“Oh, Nova, we’re doing this.” The phone rings in my ear, asking me to answer his FaceTime call. I couldn’t be more excited to see what Gage has in store for us tonight.

5

Gage

I prop the phone up, allowing Nova the full view of me when her face shows up on the line. All that hair of hers is mussed, even in the side ponytail she has it in. There’s a soft smile on her face, and she looks relaxed. I about swallow my tongue when her full body comes into view—that skin of hers, her tits free of anything containing them. I watch them bounce while she fucks with her phone and gets it situated.

“Hey, baby.” Her face lights up at my words, and I could kick my own ass for being such an idiot.

“Hi.” She tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“You okay with this?”

“Gage, I was going to do this with or without you before my phone started going off. I’m not even sure I want to know how you got my number either, probably some kind of club rule, huh?” she jokes.

“Nova, we own the bar. You think I don’t know everything that comes and goes? Baby, I’m the Treasurer. I see it fucking all.”

“Figures. I guess if you see it all, then this won’t shock you.” I watch as her tank top is pulled up, showing me her taut stomach, giving way to her naked tits. My mouth salivates at seeing her cherry colored nipples, like the color of her lips, pebbled, goose bumps covering her skin.

“God damn, Nova.” I use my hand to wipe down my face. Here I was, worried about taking it too fast, yet she one-ups me.

“Like I said, this was inevitable either way, but my bottoms aren’t coming off until yours do.” She nods at the gray low slung sweatpants I’m wearing, my cock already rock hard for the bombshell in front of me, even if it’s through a damn phone.

“You want my cock, Nova?” My hand slides down my stomach, abs flexing along the way. Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips.

“I’ve wanted it forever, Gage,” she moans. I watch as her hands move to her tits, fingers pinching and pulling at her nipples.

“Yeah, me too. You going to play with your pretty nipples all night, or are you going to slide those hands down to what I know is your wet pussy?” I pull my cock out, letting Nova see the hardware that’s decorating the underside of my cock. It hurt like a bitch when I got it, but a bet is a bet, and when I lost against Bear, I got the frenum piercing. It was a piercing of my choice, and I figured why not on my cock? No one would see besides who I wanted to. From the look on Nova’s face, it was worth the pain.

“Oh my god, Gage,” she purrs, shimmying her panties off, showing me her bare pussy, glistening wet. Thank god she’s sitting up. This way, I don’t miss a single fucking thing.

“Yeah, Nova. Think about how good it’s going to feel sliding inside your cunt. Move your hand, baby. I want you to show me what my mouth is dying to taste.” I fist my cock, slowly moving my hand up and down. Nova palms one tit. Her other hand opens the petals of her pussy, giving me a view of the glistening wetness that’s clinging to her.

“Play with your clit. Don’t put a finger inside of you, not until I say so.” Her head drops back on a groan.

“Gage.” My name drags on the tip of her tongue, causing me to work myself faster, my fingers bumping against my piercing, giving me even more pleasure.