Sanctum: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel (26 page)

With her
mouth full of Troy's cock, Madison sighed in pleasure.  Despite her earlier
ambivalence, she was actually now very much enjoying being filled from both
ends, and having her sensitive tits manipulated at the same as well was just an
added bonus.  She could feel the intensity in her pussy start to grow, the
nerve endings being rubbed and stimulated enough that her orgasm was quickly
approaching.  She wasn't always able to cum from just being fucked silly, but
she could tell this would be one of those rare occasions.  And when it did
happen, those orgasms were often some of the most powerful.

Troy's cock
was moving very quickly in her mouth, and his hands had returned to her hair in
order to guide her along his cock the way he needed it.  Her tongue was rolling
along the shaft each time it pushed into her, and she was careful not to gag
whenever the tip hit the back of her throat.  She had started sucking dick for
boyfriends when she was younger, long before she started to fuck, and had long
ago learned how to deep throat a guy.  Her lips were closed tightly along
Troy's shaft each time it moved back and forth, and she suddenly felt it
starting to swell within her mouth.

"Damn
this girl can suck!" she heard him yell as his grip in her hair tightened
and he pushed forward with one last deep thrust.  The head of his cock expanded
on her tongue and then she felt the hot spray of his cum gush out past her
mouth, directly into her throat.  She started to swallow, still manipulating
his dick with her tongue in an effort to milk out every last drop.

"Uuugghh,"
he cried out as his cock spilled forth more of its white gooey treasure.  The
feeling of her mouth getting filled with the familiar musky cream pushed her
over the edge.  Her pussy was already on fire from the thick cock slamming into
her, and the tension had been building to an almost unbearable level.  She
opened her mouth to breath and Troy pulled himself out, having spilled as much
cum as he was able and now feeling extra sensitive.

With her
mouth free, Madison let out a loud and long moan, finally releasing all of the
pressure and letting an orgasm start to tear through her young body.  "Oh
my god, yesssss!" she cried out, slapping the tabletop with her hand as
she shuddered in pleasure.  The tingling sensation started with a tickle in her
clit and then began to increase, a warmth that pushed outward towards all of
her extremities at once.  Her fingers and toes, even her lips and mouth began
to tingle and go numb and then she exploded from within, her moan becoming a
scream of pleasure.  She could feel her pussy start to contract, squeezing the
cock within its grasp that itself was now finally starting to expand. 
Madison's body continued to undulate as waves of pleasure broke through her and
she could feel sweat beading her head and back as her knees once again started
to feel weak.  She was glad she was being supported by the table underneath her
or was sure she would have collapsed.

Dax let out
a roar of his own as his cock felt like it had grown to twice the size within
her, although she suspected part of that was due to the contractions of own
pussy pressing against his fleshy rod.  She smiled in delight as she felt his
cock begin to spray the inside of her womb with its hot cum and his firm hand
squeezed even tighter around her breasts.  Dax groaned again as he continued to
spasm, each time letting loose a fresh jet of warmth.

Madison was
disappointed as his hands pulled away from her tits when he was finally done. 
The big biker pushed against the table with the flat of his palms and let his
shriveling cock fall from her sopping wet sex.

DESPERADOS - THREE

Madison lay
across the table, feeling cum drip down one of her thighs and the coolness of
the air contrast against the heat and sweat from her body.  She could hear the
two men behind her already getting dressed.

With
reluctance, she pushed herself back up and off the table.  Her light pubic hair
was matted against her pussy lips, sticky and wet with cum and she could feel
some on her cheek from where it had leaked out as she had tried to swallow
Troy's load.  She was sure she looked like a mess, but she felt fantastic.

Both men
were now fully dressed and looking at her, their eyes taking in her nudity with
appreciative eyes.

"Get
dressed," Dax barked at her.  "And then meet me out front."

Madison's
breath caught in her throat, waiting for him to finish speaking.  Was he really
saying what she thought he was saying?

"Tonight
you ride with me.  We'll make an ol' lady out of you yet."

Madison's
face broke out into a huge grin.  She was going to ride with the MC, and they
were going to take her in.  Make her one of their own.  The excitement made her
skin tingle, and she didn't even let herself be bothered by the nagging
question that tickled at the back of her head. 

What or who
else was she going to have to do before it was official?

Before she even had a
chance to ask, both men left the room, leaving the door wide open despite the
fact that she still stood there stark naked.  Madison hurriedly dressed, and
then splashed some water over her hands and face to wash away some of the fluids
that had spilled across them.  She didn't want to take the chance that the men
would leave without her. 

As she rushed through the
bar, Jimmy gave her a questioning look.  It was starting to get busy and he was
the only one working now besides her who could tend the bar.  She almost felt
bad, but then remembered how he had pretty much thrown her to the wolves, so to
speak - so she flipped him off and shot out the door into the hot July sun.

Dax and Troy were already
on their bikes, wearing squat little black helmets.  Dax reached his hand out,
offering one to her and she took it, sliding it over her blond hair and
fastening it under her chin as she approached the bike warily.  She'd never
actually rode one before.  Hell, she'd never actually even been this close to
one before.

Dax gave the heel of his
foot a little kick and the engine roared to life, startling Madison so much
that she stepped back in surprise.  Tired of waiting, Dax then reached out and
grabbed her arm, pulling her forward.  "Get on," he yelled over the
noise.

Madison wondered briefly
which was louder, the roar of the motorcycle she was standing next to, or her
own beating heart.  In her ears, her heart was winning.  She swallowed hard and
then lifted her leg, swinging it over the back of the seat but not quite far
enough to really call what she was doing sitting.  Her ass was still hanging
off of the leather between her legs, and her one foot was still firmly on the
ground.

Dax bent his bald head
down and saw her foot still planted, so he reached behind himself and grabbed
her by the thigh with his thick, muscled hand.  With a seemingly effortless
gesture, he lifted her up and shoved her sideways so that she was now seated
properly.  Madison reached forward and wrapped her arms around the big man,
squeezing him so hard she heard him give a little grunt, followed by a bark of
a laugh.

"You've never been on
a bike before, have you?" he yelled, his head turned slightly toward her.

She shook her head, unsure
if he even saw her but she didn't trust her voice at that moment.  Dax was
already probably rethinking his decision to have her tag along after realizing
she was a motorcycle virgin, she didn't need him to also see how terrified she
was when her voice cracked.

Whether he saw her nod or
not, he turned back around and gunned the motor again.  With a signal to Troy
on the bike next to him, they took off. 

Madison bit her tongue to
suppress a scream as the sudden momentum pulled her back, causing her to
squeeze even tighter around the biker in front of her.   She locked her hands
together around Dax's chest and pressed her thighs tightly against the seat and
hot metal beneath it.  She wished she had worn long pants today, despite the
heat.  Shorts didn't seem to be the right outfit for riding a Harley.

As they sped along the
streets, Madison began to notice a strange feeling between her legs.  The
vibration of the big engine underneath her seat was shooting up through her,
pulsating through her pants and into her recently used pussy.  She tried to
ignore it at first, but the longer they drove, the more intense the feeling
became until her thighs were numb but her engorged clit throbbed with the dull
stimulation. 

She shifted her position a
bit, trying to wake up her thighs but noticed that the more she leaned forward,
the more directly her clit was stimulated by the vibrations.  The itch that was
growing between her legs from the simple rumbling of the engine was now turning
into something even more intense. 

By now, Dax had pulled
onto the freeway and they were going very fast.  Cars looked as if they were
speeding backwards towards them as they passed, and the wind was whipping her
hair behind her in flowing waves.  Curious, she tried shifting her hips
slightly back, pressing her sensitive nub down even harder against the
vibrating seat.  She let out a gasp as the stimulation was overwhelming at
first, catching her by surprise.  It was even more intense than her "magic
wand" at home.  She pulled her hips back away again.

She never even imagined
how hot riding a motorcycle would get her.  She loved the feel of Dax's hard
chest beneath her hands, and the power that she knew he held.  She'd noticed
that Troy seemed to defer to Dax, which meant that Dax held some authority.  Other
men listened to him.  Obeyed him.  He would expect his woman to do the same.

Could she be that woman? 
She couldn't believe was even considering this, she had only met the man less
than an hour ago.  That didn't stop her from sucking his dick and fucking him,
of course, but now she was considering even more.  Hell, she was on her way to
something more.  She just didn't know what.

But a man like Dax would
expect her to fill a certain role, and she wasn't sure she was that person. 
The idea of a motorcycle gang seemed incredibly hot when it was on television,
and even more so now that she was riding on the back of a Harley with a member
of the Desperados.  But could she take this even further, or had it already run
its course?  Was she willing to stay with this man?  Travel with him?  Satisfy
him?  She had no idea what was expected of her.

Still, though, she
couldn't deny how incredibly hot her sex session was back at the bar.  She
hadn't cum that hard in ages, and never from just straight sex.  Just thinking
about it again, along with the vibrating bike beneath her thighs, was getting
her outrageously horny.   She wasn't sure what was coming over her, but she
decided that just in case she never saw Dax again after today, she wasn't going
to waste this opportunity.  She might never get another chance to ride a huge
vibrator at 80 miles an hour, so she was going to take full advantage.

She shifted her ass behind
her again, once more pressing her clit against the leather seat.  This time she
was ready for the powerful stimulation, but it still made her eyes bug out as
it hit her.  The sensation was making her feel naughty, and so she unclasped
her hands and started to lower one of them down along the biker's body until it
rested between his legs. 

She could feel his cock
underneath his jeans, lying dormant as they rode but twitching slightly at her
touch.  She felt his back stiffen against her, likely in surprise at how
forward she was being after being so afraid about getting on the bike in the
first place.

She was surprised at
herself as well.  Granted, she was still gripping his chest hard with her one
hand and there was no way that one was letting go, but the growing stimulation
in her pussy was distracting her from her fear and making her focus more on
what Dax had in his pants.

With the motor buzzing
against her, she ran her fingertips along the jean covered length of his dick,
feeling it starting to harden.  She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold
off on her own orgasm, the familiar feeling of urgent release was starting to
build within her.  She wanted to hold it off as long as possible, since the
denial and then surrender always intensified the experience, but  this time she
wasn't sure how much more intense it could get.

She raised her hand up to
Dax's belly and then pushed her fingers between his skin and the hem of his
jeans, worming it underneath his belt and past his underwear until she could
feel the edge of his pubic hair tickling her fingers.

That was about as far as
she could reach, but it was enough.  She couldn't hold out any longer.  Her
fingers curled in his pants, wrapping around his coarse hair and pressing down
against his flesh.  Her thighs started to shake and quiver, and her pussy
virtually exploded in her pants.  It felt like the vibrations from the bike
shook every atom in her body as the pleasure tore through her.  Sparks of
electricity ran through her veins, and her grip around Dax became more like a
bear hug as her body stiffened.

Beyond the howl of the
wind and the roar of the bike, she was barely aware of herself screaming in
pleasure.  She continued to shake as she rested her head against the leather
jacket in front of her.  Her grip around the biker was still firm though, as
she felt like she was so wet in her pants now that she would literally slide
right off the seat.  If she wasn't wearing pants, she was sure that's exactly
what would happen.

Her eyes closed and her
cheek rested against Dax's back as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. 
The bike's engine was continuing to stimulate her even though she had switched
positions to move her clit away from direct contact, but now it was simply a
welcome tickle. 

Within a few minutes, she
felt them slow and she lifted her head, opening her eyes in time to see them
pull into a large complex that seemed to be nestled out in the middle of a
wooded area right off of the interstate they had just left. 

Big iron gates were open
already, and as they drove past she saw the familiar grinning skeleton and the
word "Desperados" built right into it.  Troy was riding along side
them now as they pulled to the side of the main building.  There were a number
of other bikes already parked there, all of them Harley's.  They slowed and
then pulled up alongside them, Dax finally cutting the engine. 

Madison realized then that
her hand was still in his pants, so she quickly pulled it out, embarrassed that
Troy might see even after what they had done back at the bar.  She had never
been one for public displays of affection, despite the fact that she was no
stranger to sex.  The three-way they'd shared earlier was about as risqué as
she'd ever acted.

The two men hopped off the
bike and then Dax put his hands under her arms to lift her off.  As he set her
down, he let his palms slide across her breasts and he gave them a little
squeeze.  "You enjoy yourself?" he asked.

Madison turned bright
red.  She'd figured he knew what she had been doing back there, especially
since she had stuck her hand down his pants, but she still wasn't comfortable
with Troy knowing.  The other man just snickered, shaking his head as he walked
on ahead of them towards the house.

"Where are we?"
she asked, changing the subject.

"The clubhouse,"
Dax responded.  He also started to walk ahead.

Madison paused as she
looked at the big house in front of them.  It was massive, although the style
was almost that of a log cabin.  It was clear, though, that it was
professionally built and well fortified.  She could see iron bars across all of
the windows and heavy curtains keeping her from seeing inside.

"What are we doing
here?" she asked.  Her legs had to move quickly to keep up with the bigger
man's long strides.