Black Dogs Motorcycle Club: Full Series Box Set (71 page)

"It's
okay," she said. 

He stopped
talking, his deep grey eyes looking into hers.  He reached a hand out and
stroked her hair, running his fingers through the silky blond strands until
they gently touched her skin underneath.  Madison felt a shiver run up her
back.  She pulled her fingers away from his mouth and edged slowly forward,
lifting her head up to replace them with her lips.

Dax's
fingers pressed against her skull, pulling her forward lightly, giving her
permission to complete the kiss.  When their lips finally touched, they both drew
in a deep breath.  At first, their lips only pressed forward, each of them
completing the kiss without adding anything more.  The fingertips on the back
of her head kept their pressure, though, and Madison used that as a guide that
she shouldn't pull away.

Dax was the
first to open his mouth, giving her permission to move forward with her tongue,
which he met with his own, wetting their lips and beginning the slow dance that
connected their bodies.  She felt his fingertips start to trace down along her
skull, rolling behind her head to the back of her neck as it descended.  Goose
bumps ran along her spine, ending only when they met his warm touch.  Once his
hand had reached the bottom of her neck, he extended it out to grip her firmly,
pulling her into the kiss and forcing more passion to erupt between the two of
them.

Their lips
were wide now as they pressed against each other's face, their tongues spinning
wildly inside their mouths.  Madison felt the burn of his stubble on her chin
and mouth, and she reached up to pull him forward just as he was pulling her,
wanting to bring him in even closer than he was already.  Her breasts were
already mashed up against his hard leather jacket, and she felt his knee push
between her legs.  She opened her thighs, letting him slip between and then she
ground down, rubbing her covered pussy against his leg for stimulation.  She
moaned into his mouth and he reached around with his other hand and grabbed a
handful of her ass.

Again she
followed his lead, swinging her free hand around his back and grabbing his own
jean covered butt.  It was firm in her hand, muscled and tight.  She squeezed
it as much as she could, but could barely grab a hold of it.

They
continued to kiss like this as the minutes ticked by.  Madison's hips started
to make little circles on the knee pressed between her legs, continuing to
stimulate herself through her clothes.  Her clit felt like it was on fire, and
the wetness from her pussy wasn't helping to quench it.

Dax finally
pulled his lips away.  "I gotta get going..." he panted.

"They
can wait a little bit," Madison purred, pulling him back into a kiss.  He
relented for a few moments and then pulled back again.

"Dane
will be waiting for me..."

"Let
him wait, you're VP now.  The office should have some privileges."

Dax looked
down at her with his steel grey eyes, weighing his priorities.  "You're
right.  Let him fucking wait."

~
ELEVEN ~

Dax slipped his hands
under Madison's arms and lifted her from the ground, walking forward and sitting
her on his new desk.  He then bent forward, letting their lips meet again. 
Madison smiled into his kiss, and her grin grew even bigger as she felt his
hands start to pull at the bottom of her shirt.

"Finally,"
she muttered, pulling away from his lips again and lifting her arms, letting
the biker yank the shirt from her body.  Her breasts fell free with a bounce
and he pushed her back, standing in between her legs.  She could feel his cock
pressing against her crotch even through both of their pants.  It pushed even
harder as he leaned forward to press his mouth against her nipple, biting it
gently as he grabbed a handful of the other breast and started to squeeze it.

Madison
dropped her hands down against his bald head, pushing him forward and silently
urging him to bite harder.  He complied with her unspoken demand, and she
gasped as a surprising mixture of pleasure and pain shot through her. 
"Fuck!" she exclaimed, and she lifted her legs, wrapping them around
his waist, pulling him in even closer.  His hardness pressed against her even
more now. 

Dax
continued to squeeze her tits, both with his mouth and his hands.  Both of them
were now wrapped around her flesh, and he had moved his mouth to the opposite
nipple, biting down on that one to even it out with the other.  Madison cried
out again, and then reached to his neck, pushing at his jacket to loosen it
from his shoulders.  He let go of her chest and let the leather slide from his
body, and then he reached down and yanked off his shirt before falling forward
again and attacking her breasts anew.

Now that his
back was bare, Madison reached across his flesh and dug her nails into it.  As
he bit down on her nipple, she let out a load moan and started to rake his
back, causing his mouth to loosen the grip on her nipple as he let out a gasp
and groan of his own.

His hands
closed around her tits again, this time capturing both of her nipples between
his fingers as he lifted his mouth back up to hers, closing down on it with his
lips.  His teeth bit down on her lower lip and he pulled his head back, taking
her lip with him before releasing it and letting it bounce back.  Madison
lifted her head up and looked down between their bodies and then back up to his
eyes.

"Take
your cock out," she whispered.  "I need to see it."

Dax smiled,
a sly little teasing smile.  "First I want to see your pussy," he
said.  "I want to see if you're wet enough for me.  Then we'll see if
you're ready for my cock."

He pushed up
and then grabbed a hold of the front of her pants, pulling open her button and
then working them down her legs.  He left her black panties on, which was the
first time he'd done so in all the times he'd taken her pants off.  His hand
went down to cup her, fingers pressed against the silky fabric, pushing its
wetness between her swollen lower lips.  "Mmmm," he said.  "You
are pretty wet."  He dropped to his knees and pressed his shoulders
between her legs, forcing them further apart.  His nose touched the front of
her panties and she could hear him inhale sharply.

"Fuck
you smell good," he said.  She felt his teeth biting gently at the wet
silk between her legs, grabbing it and pulling it away from her wetness before
releasing and letting it snap back.  Then she felt a pressure against her
covered lips, as if something was being dragged along her underwear from the
bottom all the way up to her clit.  Both of Dax's hands slid under her bare
thighs to grasp the top of her legs, which meant the only thing it could be is
his tongue.  She lifted her legs again and wrapped them around his head,
pushing his face forward against her crotch and urging him to explore her even
deeper.

She felt his
tongue rolling along her inner thigh, just along the edge of her panties.  He
started to push it against her flesh, slowly working it underneath the fabric
as her legs held his head in place, not letting him get away.  He finally
hooked the fabric and pushed it to the side, exposing her wet slit to the cool
air of the office.  When his tongue finally touched her flesh, she let out a
breath that she didn't even realize she'd been holding.

Madison
arched her back against the cool hard wood beneath, her legs still wrapped
around the biker's head.  His tongue was now running up and down her labia,
sliding easily along a slippery trail of saliva and her own cum.  Each time he
reached the top, he'd spend a few seconds teasing her engorged clit, only to
drop back down just as the feeling was starting to intensify, starting all over
again at the bottom.

His hands,
which until now had still been wrapped around her upper thighs, started to move
into a new position.  Dax pulled them down slowly, dragging his palms along her
skin and then back up underneath her legs until both hands were up next to her
mound, gently pulling her apart and allowing his tongue easier access between
her folds.  His thumbs were right at the bottom of her ass, and it seemed as if
every few minutes while he licked, they inched deeper towards her backside.

Dax had used
his fingertips now to pull her panties completely off to the side, and his
tongue was now pushed deep into her wetness.  His hands continued to hold her
open as he rammed his tongue in and out, fucking her with it.  If it had only
been a bit longer, she thought she'd have already cum.  As it was, it seemed to
only be an even greater tease, which combined with the continued occasional
flicks he'd give her clit, was serving to keep her on the very edge of an
extraordinarily powerful orgasm.  She could feel it building within her, the
tension making the very fibers of her skin feel like they were humming in
anticipation of release.

"Please,"
she whispered, afraid to speak louder for fear of breaking the mood, "I
need your cock!"

Dax pushed
one last time with his tongue, burying it deep within her sex as his thumbs
finally pressed against her puckered ass at the same time.  The double
sensation almost pushed her over the edge and she stretched out her legs,
releasing her hold on his head as a mini pre-orgasm caused a shiver of pleasure
to rip through her.

He finally
pulled away and stood up, looking down at her with a shiny face, slick with her
juices and a smile to show his approval.  His hands worked on his pants until
they were undone and then he slid them off, baring himself to her at once.  His
already hard cock sprang up as soon as it was released, bouncing and bobbing in
front of him.

As much as
she longed to taste him again, she had a greater need at the moment.  She sat
up on the desk and leaned forward, reaching out with her hand until she could
wrap it around his member.  Pulling him forward by his cock, she didn't let go
until his head was right against her wet entrance.  She looked up at him,
grabbing his face between both of her hands.  "Dax, listen to me.  I need
you to fuck me.  Right now.  Hard."

With a
growl, Dax leaned forward, impaling her pussy with his cock in one massive
thrust and shoving her backwards against the hard desk until she was lying
across it once more, this time with his bare chest pressed against hers.  Her nipples
were like tiny marbles, hard and rolling against his skin as their chests
rubbed against each other.

Her pussy
was so sensitive at this point that she felt each inch of him slide between her
folds, every ridge and every vein, each little bump causing little sparks of
electricity to speed through her skin into her extremities.  Her hands and feet
tingled, even her lips felt like they'd been rubbed against a carpet. 

Her hands
flew to his back and she dug her nails into him once more.  Each time he pulled
his cock out, she pushed down until he shoved it back in.  Only then would she
flatten her palms and try to hold him inside of her.  Then he would pull out
again and it would start over, her hands clenching against his back once more.

She wanted to
wait, he had barely started and she wanted nothing more than to hold off her
orgasm until he was ready to cum, but he had teased her too much.  The feeling
in her wet pussy was electric, and each thrust was only serving to create
further sparks.  Her body couldn't resist anymore, and she lay her head back
and let out a loud moan, finally releasing all of the built up tension that
she'd been holding onto for so long.  Her legs stretched out around his hips
even as he continued to trust, and she shivered and bucked against him as an
orgasm ripped through her young body.

She could
feel her vagina convulsing around Dax's cock, squeezing his shaft tightly
inside her womb, anxiously trying to hold on each time he pushed deep, and
feeling empty with each withdraw.  His hips continued to slam into her, their
bodies slapping together loudly with each meeting.  She barely noticed his
speed starting to increase on the edges of her consciousness, but her mind was
too involved in its own ecstasy to spend much time thinking about his. 

His arms
pushed underneath her back and he pulled her closer to his body, her breasts
crushed against his chest as his hips continued their assault.  With a sudden
groan, she felt him stiffen even as her own orgasm had yet to subside, the
contractions of her pussy had likely hurried his along with it.

  She felt
his cock finally explode, filling her with a liquid warmth that coated her
insides with each spasm.  One.  Two.  Three.  She counted along with each fresh
spray that she felt hit her insides until he finally relaxed his bear hug,
placing his hands flat against the desk and letting his weight fall down upon
her.  Their faces were pressed against each other, and all she could hear was
the panting of Dax's labored breathing in her ear. 

When his
cock had finally lost some of its rigidity and began to slip out, he pushed
himself up and rolled off of her, landing on his back next to her on the desk. 
The coolness of the air against her sweaty chest was a welcome sensation after
having the biker's hot body on top of hers.  She lay there and enjoyed it as
she felt his cum starting to drip out of her pussy and down her leg. 
I
better remember to take my pill when I get home.  They don't make baby seats
for Harleys.

They both
continued to lay there in silence, the only sound their labored breathing but
even that soon disappeared as their hearts resumed their regular paces. 
Finally, Dax pushed himself off of the desk and began to gather up their
clothes.  He tossed hers onto the desk next to her and began to pull on his
pants.  Madison struggled to push herself up onto her elbows as she watched
him.  The ink on his back rippled in pleasant patterns as his muscles worked to
pull his tight jeans back into place.

"I
still want you to stay here today," he said without looking back at her. 
He was standing up now and doing up his buckle. 

Madison
looked over at the clothes next to her, unsure if it was worth arguing the
point.  Her body was still tingling and she wasn't in a big hurry to get dressed
and jump on the back of his bike, only to spend most of the day being told to
stand around here or there while he went off to speak to people alone.

Still, it
wasn't in her nature to just do as she was told without any argument. 
"Don't you
want
me to come with you?" she asked.

Dax paused. 
He was holding his shirt, about to pull it over his shaved head.  "This
has nothing to do with what I want."  He pulled the shirt on and turned to
face her.  "What I need is for this club to get its act together.  I'm
working towards that.  If you're with me today, it'll be a distraction.  I'm
going to be worrying about you instead of the situation.  I'm trying to get us
out of the drug business, and I'm sure you can imagine that the people I have
to deal with are a pretty unstable bunch of fucks.  I don't want you in any
danger.  You're safe here."

"It
doesn't sound like you're going to be safe," she replied, sitting up
completely now. 

"I can
take care of myself.  And I've got back up.  It's not just going to be Dane and
I.  Not when it matters.  We have some other stops to do first, and that's the
only reason Trish is going.  I'm sure he'll drop her off somewhere when the
real shit goes down.  But I'd feel better if you just stay here."

"I can
take care of myself, too, you know," she said defensively.  She knew that
he still thought of her as a weak little girl that he needed to protect, but
Trish was some badass that they could bring along on runs.  She was aware that
it was true, in a sense.  Trish had been here a lot longer, and Madison was
just a day away from living with her parents.  But she hated that he
knew
that.  She wanted his respect.