The Devil's Bed (Sensual Romance, M.C Bikers Alpha Male) (6 page)

She tried her best to undo her feet it was dawn when finally got loose.  She slowly stood herself upright and as she snuck across the living room floor, a loud creaking sound came from the boards below her feet. 

“Cinnamon,” he said as he walked over towards her in one swift motion he untied her wrists.

“You wouldn’t be leaving would you?” he said smirking. He pulled the tape from her mouth and she did her best to hold in a cry from the pain.

“No,” she lied.

“I had to pee again,” she said while she stretched her arms.

He walked her to the bathroom and she slammed the door.  The medicine cabinet shook a little and made a clanking noise.

“A little privacy,” she called out to him.  He had reopened the door a crack. “Just minding my investment,” he said.

“Investment?” she asked.

“Well, I am not gonna lie, I get a nice brick of cash for brining you in,” he said through the door.

She finished her business and briskly washed her hands.  She paused to look at herself in the mirror; her hair was a huge tangled mess.  She searched for a hairbrush and went to work, “What’s taking so long?”  his voice cut off as he stood in the door way and saw her with her shirt off and her hair in a pony tail.  She fought the urge to cover her chest and smiled at him watching his face through the mirror.

He turned away and walked out. 
Good she thought to herself, you think about that for a bit.
  Her breasts jiggled and swayed as she had washed her bra and panties in the sink in the bathroom. She knew how bikers worked, pleasure was a higher priority over money, a close second to family.  She threw her t-shirt over hear had and slipped her dark wash blue jeans. As she walked into the kitchen, she swayed her hips in hopes he would pay attention to her. 

“The roads are clear but first some breakfast,” he said.

“I didn’t know drug dealers were so keen on a good morning start,” she said annoyed.

“I am not a dealer, I am security,” he said clenching his jaw. She sat moved around the kitchen looking for utensils and pans. Cinnamon made some toast and eggs while he watched.  She tried her best to make her movements as sensual as possible.  She bent down slowly picking up a fork she had dropped.  She could sense he was watching her every move.

“What no cinnamon and sugar?” he said looking at the plain butter toast she handed him.

“Har Har,” she said as she sat down.

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself, I mean who names their daughter’s after hookers” he said as he took a bite of the eggs.

“I am not a hooker,” she said adjusting herself.

“Calm down,” he said as he poured himself a glass of orange juice.

“I was just teasing you,” he said.

“I am little sensitive about that,” she said as she sat down with him. She tucked her blond wet hair behind her ears shyly.

“I can’t imagine what it was like in high school for you,” he said shaking his head.  He took his fork and pierced the eggs on his plate taking a bite. 

“Not bad, I like mine over easy but scrambled is okay too,” he said reaching for the pepper on the small foldable table.

“Mr. Carlyle,” she said crossing her arms.

“Please call me Jake,” he said as he took another mouthful of eggs.

“Jake, did your dear old dad say what he wanted to do with me?” she asked.

He shrugged his shoulders.

“So he says go kidnap so and so and bring them to me and you do it?” she asked astonished. She took a bite of her food and the egg was slightly undercooked she reached for the ketchup on the table and squirted it over them.

“Well, my word is my bond, I promised as an officer to live and die for my brothers,” he says sternly.

“Something obviously you know nothing about,” he said as he picked up his cleared plate and rinsed it.

“I think I know more about it than you give me credit,” she said stiffly. She noticed a small black tattoo on his neck it looked like a teardrop.  She wondered what it signified.

“Not the way I see it,” he said turning away.

“Where does your dad live?” she asked while walking behind him.

“Up North,” is all he said as he started to put on his leather jacket.

“I need to get something things from the bathroom before we head out,” she said.

She went into the bathroom and her lacey black bra was still wet, she didn’t realize he would want to leave so quickly.  She grabbed her bra and wet panties stuffing them into her satchel purse.

“Here,” he said tossing her a big leather jacket.

  “What’s this?”  She said.

“I am not some dumbass SQUID,” he said.  A squid was an inexperienced rider that rode without proper gear Cinnamon was too familiar with what could happen if you were unlucky enough as to slide and burn.

One of the young boys in her father’s gang had been showing off and spun out hitting the asphalt, which tore into his body like a meat grinder. She grimaced at the memory and grabbed the heavy leather from Jake.

“It is giant sized,” she complained as she slipped on his extra leather jacket.

“Well, I suppose we could stop in somewhere on the way,” he said.

Jake stared into her eyes and she held his gaze for a long moment, she slowly slid her eyes to the left she didn’t want to be submissive to him.  She felt the heat rise to her cheeks; she wasn’t sure why her body was responding this way.  Jake was handsome, tall and there was something about him that made her want possibly more.

Once on the open road she felt alive, she had missed this part she thought to herself. Her mind started to drift as they road along the coastal road.  She thought about her father he was always getting mixed up in something. 

She didn’t mind the biker gang as a small child it was like having a large family of big tough uncles.  When she turned, sixteen she started to get into drugs, having promised never to do them and breaking that promise her mother pulled her and her sister Sugar away from that life. 

She ran away to her father’s gang and stayed for an entire year living free with no school, no curfew, plenty of booze and drugs.  She held on tighter to Jake’s waist as they came around a tight curved corner.  The ocean below churned, she smiled remembering how her and Sugar would meet up at the beach to meet guys.

They rode for two hours until they were back in Lincoln City, he pulled over to get some gas and she headed to the bathroom. She saw herself in the reflection from the store window she felt she looked a bit ridiculous in his giant jacket.

“Do you think we could stop off at my apartment?” she asked.  She thought about her sleek tight fitting jacket hanging in the back of her closet, a hidden reminder of the life she left behind.

“Yeah, that should be fine,” he said.  His hand went to the small of her back and lingered their while he checked out in the line inside the gas station. 

Outside the store, he helped her on the back of his bike and Cinnamon let her hands clasp around his well-toned abs underneath his leather jacket.  Every so often adjusting herself, she felt up his abs.  He was defiantly fit she thought to herself. 

Once they arrived, she thought about calling for help but she knew it was no use; they would just keep coming for her.

Her apartment was a small studio nestled up on the hill across the highway where the ocean waves played below.

“So this is home huh?” he said as he walked around her small room.  Her bed was a disaster with clothes all over it.

“Not much for housekeeping,” he commented as he picked up a hot pink bra lying out on the bed.  She quickly walked over to and grabbed it out of his hands.

“I’ll take that,” she said smiling. She dusted it off as she stepped back.

“Do you think I could take a shower,” she asked pointing out her messy hair from the ride up.

“Yeah fine, just don’t get any ideas,” he said as he sat down on her bed kicking her clothes off onto the floor.  She had plenty of ideas she thought to herself as she swayed her hips walking away from him.

“There’s beer in the fridge,” she called out while she stripped her clothes off before going into the bathroom.

She didn’t know what she was doing, a part of her really liked Jake, she thought he seemed like a good guy as far as bikers go, he was funny, smart, and sexy. 
However, was he really planning to turn her over to his dad for who knows what?

She started the hot water and stepped into the shower; she could not help but think of the tight abs below his jacket that she felt during their ride.  She lathered her body with the soft creamy rich lavender soap; it felt good to have all the pulsing water hitting on her sore muscles.

  She thought about Jake. He seemed to like her even though he was infuriating at times there was something about him.  Her mind could not make sense of it so she pushed it out and tried to relax.

She let the warm water wash away her long morning her muscles relaxed and her mind felt more at peace. She let her thoughts turn to the feeling she felt in Jake’s warm arms as he carried her off as if she was weightless.  There was something familiar about him and she couldn’t understand why she started to feel as if she had met him somewhere before. 

She found herself thinking of his smile again, how it made her feel a jolt through her body. She rubbed the soapy washcloth over her breast and felt the roughness of the terry cloth against her now erect nipples.

She thought about how tall and handsome Jake was he had broad shoulders and his arms looked sculpted. She imagined running her hand down his chest and wondered
how hard his chest would feel against her soft touch?
Cinnamon started to feel a wetness build between her thighs she slowly brought the soapy warm washcloth down between her legs.

She gently washed and felt aroused as she imagined what it would feel like to have Jake touch her there; would his hands feel rough or soft? Forgetting the washcloth Cinnamon gently massaged her soft smoothed mound and slid one finger in between her moist lips.

              Completely relaxed she decided to reposition herself in the shower and slid two fingers into her inner core while she also massaged her pulsing pink button. She imagined Jake between her legs his head buried deep licking her and sucking on her clit while he shoved his fingers in and out hitting her g spot. 

The box of extra large condoms flashed in her mind, he was probably very big down there, her muscles now tightened as she rubbed herself harder she thought of Jake rubbing his hard cock on her clit preparing to push his hard cock deep inside her wet pussy.

Cinnamon let out a gasp as she climaxed her muscles began to relax. She sat on the shower floor letting the moment pass slowly she began to realize she wanted Jake more than she wanted any other man before. She was hungry for his touch and she would do anything to have him take her hard and fast.

When she finished, she got out of the shower and looked over her curvy body,
would he really want all of this?
She asked herself.  Cinnamon grabbed her pink bathroom towel drying herself off quickly.  She then found a hairbrush she went to work with her hair combing it and then blow drying it until her golden hair looked like spun sugar. 

She did have a few favorite spots on her body she smirked at herself in the mirror she looked at her full sized breasts, and smaller waist. She did like how her hip roll popped out a little, she didn’t really care she was slightly overweight. She was active and often worked out, she just was always a bigger girl growing up.  She looked at her small birthmark on her hip, it was her lucky clover, is what her mom liked to call it.

She grabbed her lavender lotion and rubbed it liberally over her smooth milky white skin, she wanted to look good for Jake, and she applied her make-up quickly and adjusted herself a little.  She wrapped the pink terry cloth around herself and then opened the door.

Cinnamon went to the small table near the kitchen sink, saw that two sandwiches, and chips sitting out with beers.

“I’m speechless,” she said turning and seeing Jake down to just his t-shirt and Jeans.  His leather chaps hung over the bed.  His muscular arms were exposed revealing a large black dragon tattoo wrapped around his arm.  She traced with her eye the dragon until it disappeared underneath his sleeve. 

“I can be nice now and then,” he said staring at her chest. The towel failed at covering her hip and leg, his eyes traveled and stayed transfixed on that spot.

“Eyes up here,” she laughed.

“It’s not that—if you don’t want me to look then—I don’t know,” he mumbled rubbing the back of his head.

Cinnamon walked over to the pile of clean clothes on her floor and bent down digging for panties, a bra and t-shirt.  She smiled as she magically found a matching set, royal blue sateen bra and panties to match. 

“Be right back,” she said holding them in her hands.

She came out dressed in just a grey t-shirt and underwear.

Together they ate and made small talk avoiding the earlier events. 

“So, can I ask you something?” he said as he poked at his empty plate.

“Hmm,” she mumbled as she chewed her last bite. She tried to swallow quickly.

“You grew up in your gang right?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said.

“Did you guys use to hold big bon fire parties at Nye Beach,” he asked then took a drink of his beer.

“I guess so?” she said shrugging. She felt a flash of memory coming back to her of when she was a little girl playing on the beach at night.  The gang was all around drinking around a large bon fire.

“Why?” she asked.

“Oh nothing, it’s nothing, just well it’s kind of silly just I saw your mark on your hip earlier…” he said pausing.

“Yeah and?” she said.

“Well, I use to go to the beach a lot too growing up with our gang, but I was just a small kid back then but  I just remember this little chubby girl running around naked all the time and she had that same mark,”  he said shrugging his shoulders.

“Huh?” she said as she felt a memory coming back to her of a small boy that use to tease her at every event, what was his name—she tried to remember.

“Oh well, just a thought,” he said.

Cinnamon stood up and walked over to the bed and sits down while she looked for a pair of pants.  She then remembered her leather pants in the back of the closet, as she is getting up she accidently bumps into Jake throwing herself back on to the bed and him on top of her.

“What are you doing?” she cried out as she tried to push him off her.

“Sorry you tripped me, I was just…” he paused as he stared into her eyes.

“This is going to sound crazy but...” before he could finish his sentence she leaned in and kissed him. 

It was as if fireworks had gone off in her small apartment, a small yet powerful explosion of passion. 

She felt her body being set on fire as he started to kiss down her neck slowly reaching over to her soft curved shoulder he pulled at her shirt and lifted it up over her head in a frenzy.  Within seconds, she was out of her bra and panties and she was tugging at his jeans and shirt.  Her breast pressed against the rough fabric of his shirt until she finally pulled it off him, his chiseled abs felt hot and hard pressed against her. 

Her small hand moved slowly over his chest tracing the outlines of a black thorn tattoo.  She kissed it slowly and licked it with her tongue.  She moved her tongue over his nipple with her silver tongue ring rolling over it.  He moaned as she sucked hard.

She moved her tongue slowly over his tattoos as if she was a painting them on him.  She stopped and kissed another teardrop tattoo on his chest.  She wanted to know what each one meant but Jake had other ideas.

He quickly bent down and moved over her pert nipple; he sucked gently at Cinnamon soft puffy pink nipple.  She felt a wetness forming between her legs. 

There was no stopping her feelings for Jake it was like free falling into an abyss with no end. She was hungry for him just as much as he was for her.

Jake kissed her passionately; Cinnamon’s fingers ran through his thick brown hair. She felt her nipples harden and warmth radiated from her lower lips outward. 

He moved down her body nibbling and kissing as he made his way to her belly button ring.  He sucked on it in his mouth tugging on her sensitive flesh.  Cinnamon moaned loudly as he pulled gently on the ring, it made her clit throb with each tug of the belly button ring. 

He threw her legs apart rough and fast as he  leaned down and gripped her round bottom with both hands he brought her delicate wet lips close to his mouth. Her slickened wet slit gleamed in the afternoon sunlight.

His long big tongue went to quick work lapping at her juices, his tongue hot and wet swirled.

"Mmm, fuck, yes," she moaned.

Cinnamon felt blissful while her Jake licked and sucked at her small swollen clit. She closed her eyes and threw back her head while her right hand was tangled in his hair.  She felt her pussy become tingly and warmer, she knew she was close to climaxing yet her pussy demanded she have something big and hard inside her.

"I want you, I need you," she moaned as her hands pulled at his hair.

Jake stood up his face wet with her slickness and he wiped away her delicate fragrant juices from his mouth. Cinnamon couldn’t keep her eyes off his big thick pulsing cock.   It was the biggest thickest cock she had ever laid eyes on and it was all hers she smiled.

Jake slowly moved his thick large pulsing cock over Cinnamon’s moistened pulsing clit. It was soft and yet hard, Cinnamon’s body felt like was on fire just from his touch.

   Jake lowered his cock over her inner opening she felt his big thick head slowly inch its way inside her soft wet pussy.

“Jake,” she moaned.

He stopped and leaned down to kiss Cinnamon hard, then slid his tongue inside her mouth while he slid himself deeper inside her. Cinnamon cried out as she felt a sudden sharp pain as his thick cock stretched her small pussy tight.  She felt his shaft pulse inside her and spasm as he started to pump inside her.

A heat started to build inside her and radiated outwardly from her hips to her toes, she felt him suddenly hit against a very special spot inside.

“Oh,” she cried out.  He started to pump harder and faster hitting this special spot. With each thrust, she felt an explosion of pleasure deep inside her; she wanted more and rocked her hips hard and fast with Jake.  She cried out as another wave of pleasure washed over her entire body.

“Harder,” Cinnamon moaned.  Jake grunted as his big hands dug into Cinnamon’s round full bottom and he pulled her closer to him.  He pulled her up onto him, he was on his knees on the bed, and her legs were wrapped tightly around his back. With his cock deep inside pulsing and throbbing in her contracting wet pussy Cinnamon felt her body set on fire. 

His big cock continued to throb inside Cinnamon as they hold each other closely.  Jake started to rock his hips upwards hard and fast, until he started to shot his hot liquid deep inside.  Cinnamon felt a warm glow throughout her body as she was brought past the edge of exquisite pleasure.

“Fuck,” Jake said breathlessly.  Cinnamon felt her muscles relax as she fell back on to the bed.  “Fuck is right,” she moaned.  She rubbed her legs together and still felt horny she was hungry for more.  She climbed off the bed and stood up, she shook her ass in front of Jake, he reached out and smacked it hard making a loud cracking sound. 

“Hey!” she said jumping back.  “What? Isn’t that what you like?” he said darkly as he tightly gripped her wrist.

“Jake…” she paused. 

She didn’t know what this was, why did she let herself get carried away, she just slept with a rival gang leaders son.  “I don’t…” she paused again.

He pulled her down on top of him and kissed her again with fire and passion.  Just as quickly had he started to reactivate her pulsing clit he stopped as if he had come to his senses. 

“We should shower and go,” he said gruffly pulling her off him.