In Too Deep (Motorcycle Club Erotic Romance) (4 page)

Free-ball walked over to her from the pool table. He was wearing a black bandana on his head.

“Hey girl. How’s it going?”

“Hey, uh, Free-ball. Does everyone really call you that?”

“Yep.”

“It’s a little vulgar, isn’t it?”

“Ain’t nothing vulgar about freedom,” he said, deadpan.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I know I am,” he said. “Man I’ll tell you, your friend Valerie? She’s a goddamn freak.” He was talking about the waitress who had gone with them to the party last night.

“Oh yeah? I didn’t know.”

“Shit. That girl has got some moves I ain’t never heard of. She does this thing with her tongue… Oh my god. Anyway, is she around? I forgot to get her number.”

“She’s not working today. I think she doesn’t work until next weekend.”

“Is that right? Hmm. Shit, well we have a rally for the club next weekend and I’m not gonna miss that for nothing.”

“Yeah, Clutch told me about that. He invited me.”

“Are you gonna go? It’s a wild time.”

“Yeah, I was thinking about it.”

“Well shit, don’t think, just do. Life’s too short.”

“I’ll probably go,” she said.

He ordered a beer from her then went back to the pool table. The bikers were starting to get a little rowdy. They had recruited a couple girls over to the table that had been hanging around with two younger guys before. The guys seemed pissed about it, they were looking sideways over to the bikers, but they probably weren’t stupid enough to try and start something over it. They were outnumbered 3 to 1.

After awhile Clutch finally came back from the office and sat down at the bar in front of her. It was time to put her plan into action.

“You want some whiskey?” she asked. The truth was she wanted to get a little drunk to loosen her up for what she was about to do.

“You read my mind,” Clutch said.

She poured them each a double of Jack then she came out from behind the bar and sat on the stool next to him.

“That dress is banging on you,” he said.

“Thanks.” She grabbed his leg near the knee, squeezed it, digging her fingers into him, then leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, pushing her tongue into his as she ran her hand up his leg, over the rough denim jeans, until she came to the large bulge between his legs, holding him.

“Well,” he said. “It’s nice to see you too.”

“You turn me on so much,” she whispered into his ear. “I want to feel that big cock inside of me again.” As she massaged his balls in her petite hand, he started to harden. “Mmm. God you make me so horny. Your dick is so big. It’s making my pussy wet.” She wasn’t really acting either. Normally, she wouldn’t be so forward with a man of course, but the combination of the whiskey and the sexy biker was getting her worked up.

“Well, shit,” he said. “Should we go back to my place?”

“No. I can’t wait that long. I need you right now.”

“Right here in the bar? Damn you are horny.”

“Take me into the office back there. I want you to fuck me on the desk.”

“Big Dave’s office? I think he’s still in there.”

“Well, kick him out then. I’ve seen you order him around,” she said. “Please, baby? My pussy needs you.” She squeezed his package harder now.

“Okay, okay. Damn girl. Come on.”

She grabbed her small white purse with the bug in it from behind the bar and followed him back to the office.

Clutch opened the door without knocking and they went in. Big Dave was sitting behind his desk with a porn magazine open in front of him. Both of his hands were on the table, thank god.

“What the fuck,” he said. “You don’t knock?”

“Hey,” Clutch said. “You mind if I use your office for a little bit?”

The fat man looked at her then back at Clutch. “My office? There’s a motel down the street. I know the owner too. He rents by the hour.”

Clutch turned and looked at Amber.
 

She shook her head no.

Clutch said, “Nah, that won’t work. Come on. I would consider it a personal favor.”

She could tell Big Dave didn’t like it but wasn’t going to argue.
 

“Fine,” he said. “But don’t go digging through my stuff.”

“Nobody wants to touch your stuff,” Clutch said. “Trust me.”

Big Dave labored to get up then finally trudged off and closed the door behind them.

She set her purse down on the desk, then pressed herself up to him, kissing him, and grabbed his muscular ass. His strong hands worked up and down her body, over the tight white dress. Then he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up on to the back of the desk, her legs wrapped around him.

“One second,” he said. He took his leather jacket off and opened it on the desk behind her. “Now lay back.”

She laid back on to the soft inside of the jacket and watched him take his t-shirt off, exposing his tan muscled torso and chiseled abs.

He ran his hands along her legs, up and under her dress and found the top of her white lace thong, then pulled it down and off over her heels.

Earlier, she’d completely shaved her pussy knowing she would see him, and now he stood there in front of her smiling at it. He got down on his knees and lifted her legs up, his face so close to her crotch she could feel him breathing on her but he didn’t touch her there yet.

“God, don’t tease me,” she said.

“But that’s half the fun.”

His tongue ran along her inner thigh, the rough whiskers on his chin following behind it. Then he licked around the outside edge of her labia, up over around the top of her clit, but not touching it. She pushed her hips forward to him, wanting his tongue inside her so bad, but he moved his head back away.

“Please, baby,” she said. “Put your tongue in me.”

“Well, since you asked nicely.”

Lightly, he ran his tongue along her smooth, shaven lips.
 

She twitched at his touch.
 

The tip of his tongue probed into her and up to her engorged clitoris, circling it once, then back down, putting his tongue into her deeper now, tasting her sweet wetness.

As his tongue explored her, she reached up and pinched her hard nipples through the thin material of her dress, then squeezed her firm breasts.
 

His face was buried in her now, his tongue strained out as far as it would go. Then he flicked his tongue across her clitoris and plunged two fingers deep inside.

“Oh, fuck,” she said. The beginning of a hard orgasm was gathering deep inside her and she writhed against his face, his tongue moving faster over her clit at her encouragement.

Then her back arched and she came hard, grabbing the back of his head as she did, holding him there as the pleasure shot through her entire body.
 

Finally, the orgasm was over and the biker came up and kissed her, the taste of her come all over his mouth.

He unbuckled his pants, let them drop to the floor and his rock-hard dick was there in front of her, ready to plunge deep inside. She wanted it bad but she needed to do something else first.

“Wait,” she said. “I want to taste you.”
 

“Fine by me,” he said, grinning.
 

She got up, turned him around so that his ass leaned up against the desk and she knelt down in front of him, her white dress riding up over her hips.

“Your cock is so hard.” She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and started to work it, slowly at first. A small bead of pre-cum had formed at the tip and she licked it away, savoring the salty taste.

The outlaw put his hand behind her head and gently moved it forward. He let out a deep sigh as his dick slipped into her mouth and she started to blow him.
 

The biker’s thick cock filled her, saliva dripped out and down her chin, and she strained to take him all in, enjoying the feeling of pleasing him.

She worked it just with her mouth now so that her hands were free. Feeling around on the desk behind him, she found what she needed–the purse with the bug in it.

He grunted again and gripped her head, pumping his hips, fucking her face harder now. She liked him having his way with her like this but it made it more difficult to concentrate on what she had to do. Her fingers quickly unzipped the purse and searched through it looking for the small listening device, no larger than a button.
 

When she couldn’t find it she started to panic. There probably wouldn’t be a better opportunity to place it than this. Calm down. She searched again, this time examining each item with her fingers, methodically removing everything onto the desk. Clutch seemed lost in pleasure when she looked up at him, his eyes closed, oblivious to what was going on right behind him.

And then she felt it in her hand and she relaxed a little. The biker continued to work her mouth, moaning loudly now, probably close to coming she thought.
 
Quickly, she put everything back into her purse and zipped it up, then removed the small adhesive backing from the back of the bug. She planned to stick under the bottom of the desk, and she ran her free hand underneath it. It felt smooth and clean. Perfect.

With the small bug held tightly between her index and thumb, the sticky side up, she reached up to fix it in place when the biker clutched her head hard and lurched forward, exploding his load into her mouth. Shit! The sudden movement had caused her to drop the bug.

Up above her, Clutch moaned, and his hips still moved back and forth, making sure to get every last drop of come out.
 

She swallowed it all as it came out of him and waited patiently until he finished.

Then he was done and leaned back with his hands on the desk behind him. “Damn, girl. That was fucking good.”

Still on her knees, she smiled up at him, wanting to look down under the desk and find the bug but he was looking at her now. It may not have even mattered if she found it now, the adhesive they put on those things was invented by NASA and didn’t come unstuck very easily once you put it somewhere. If it had landed sticky side down she was fucked.

“That was a lot of come,” she said. “I liked it.” And she did, though she wished she could have enjoyed it more. Then she took a chance. “I think my contact fell out though,” and she darted down between his legs to find the bug. She didn’t even wear contacts. This was a big gamble.

“No, shit?” he said. “Here let me help you.”

He started to get up but she reached her hand up and cupped his cock and balls so that if he moved forward she could push him back by his manhood.
 

“No, I think I got it,” she said and he sat back down.

And there it was. She found it and carefully picked it up. The bug had landed on the non-sticky side and it was still intact. Thank god.

She quickly stuck in on the bottom of the desk, and jammed her thumb into it to make sure it stayed, then she stood up and pulled her dress down.

“Did you find it?” he asked.

“No. It’s pretty dirty down there anyway. I have more at home.”

He shrugged and grinned, still glowing from the blow job.

“Let’s go back to the bar,” she said.

Chapter 8

All the next week, Clutch didn’t call or come in to see her and, after checking her phone for the fifth time in an hour to see if there was a missed call, Amber realized she might be falling for the biker. Just a little. But, he was a criminal after all and her job was to catch criminals. Still, he was a hot criminal. And he rode a huge motorcycle. She may have been an FBI agent but she was a woman too.

The bug she’d planted was working flawlessly. There was a team setup in the trailer park next door to the bar, listening and recording everything that happened in Big Dave’s office. So far nothing related to his uncle, Grigoryan, had come up on it but she thought it was just a matter of time at this point. She could feel it.

Finally, Clutch called her Friday afternoon to tell her he would pick her up the next day at 10 am if she still wanted to go to the rally. Of course she did, she’d told him. And when she hung up, excited, she felt like she was in high school again and the popular guy had just asked her to the prom. It was silly, she knew, but at the same time she was still excited.

The next morning she was packed and ready to go an hour early. At 10 am sharp, right on time, she felt her apartment start to shake as the bikes approached. The sound was unbelievably loud, like a jet was landing in the street right outside.

When she got out there, the sight of the bikers lined up in front took her by surprise. Two long rows of motorcycles snaked down the block and more were still coming around the corner to join the formation.

Clutch was idling at the very front with Rhonda on the back of his bike, and when Rhonda saw her come out she hopped off the back and ran over to Amber.

“Hey!” Rhonda yelled over the noise of the engines as she threw her arms around Amber, hugging her like they were old friends. “It’s so good to see you again,” Rhonda said and then she kissed her lightly on the lips.

“Yeah, you too.” Amber felt herself blushing a little at the woman’s attention. The sex she’d had with her the weekend before came back to her vividly now.

Rhonda wore a tight white t-shirt, cutoff at the bottom, the outline of her young, pink nipples visible through the thin material. And it surprised Amber to find that the woman’s breasts were turning her on. She’d never been attracted to girls before but there was something about this one that was doing it for her.

“I’m so glad you’re coming,” Rhonda said. “We’re going to have so much fun. Trust me.”

“I can’t wait,” Amber said. She hoped the fun included another threesome with Rhonda and her man. The chance of Amber getting any good info on the trip was pretty small, she decided, so she intended to enjoy herself, stay out of trouble, and hopefully build more of a relationship with Clutch so that it might be easier to know about his business with Big Dave and the Armenians.

“You can ride behind Clutch if you want,” Rhonda said.

“Are you sure?” It seemed like a big deal for the biker’s old lady to give up her seat like that.