Page 39 of Talon (Road Rebels MC 2)
I parted my legs invitingly at him, and Glock stepped up and tugged at my top. My top slid up and bunched around my neck, and my pink lace bra was revealed to him.
“I’ve been dying to see these!” Glock hissed and squeezed my breasts together. I threw my head back and laughed. Alone together, Glock was capable of turning back into that giddy teenager who was too scared to touch me. However, now, he was pulling the front of my bra down so that my bare breasts bounced into his view.
“Fuck, Sage, I’m going to make you scream my name,” he growled, and he gasped as his mouth found my right nipple. I weaved my fingers into his hair as he started sucking. He had wedged his face in my cleavage and tugged at my nipple as he sucked. The wetness and the throbbing between my legs was uncontrollable. I felt like I was going to come right away, right like this.
I reached for his shoulders, feeling the shape of his muscles. He had a full strong back, and I wanted to run my nails over his bronzed tough skin. As he sucked on my breasts, I reached and pulled up his t-shirt, over his head and tossed it to the floor.
I nearly gasped at the sight of him. That sweet, lanky seventeen-year-old boy I used to have a crush on, had turned into a hulking mass of muscle. His back was covered in tattoos and chiseled.
Glock pulled away from me gently, leaving my nipples aching and throbbing for his mouth. He was standing in front of me now, with his torso bare and his fists clenched. He was still angry with me, but he couldn’t resist me either.
I stared up at him, admiring the muscular beast that he had become. I didn’t even want to know how many women he fucked on a daily basis. It wasn’t difficult to imagine that every girl in this neighborhood wanted a piece of him.
I licked my lips to stop myself from drooling. His abs were ridged, and his stomach was washboard flat. Tattoos intertwined and collided on his biceps and snaked slightly over onto his chest.
He was staring at me too, at my breasts swelling over my pulled down bra. My legs were still parted. It was an open invitation. There was no doubt between us what I wanted him to do.
Glock placed his hands on my legs, on the insides of my thighs and pulled my legs apart even farther.
“I wish you’d just listen to me, Sage,” he growled softly, and I reached out and touched his chest lightly, his steaming hot body.
“You can’t make me,” I said hoarsely. My eyelids had become heavy, my breathing had become ragged. Glock started undoing his jeans and pulling them down.
I realized that I was holding my breath, right till he had pulled his boxers down and his big throbbing cock was revealed to me. It hung erect between his legs, and I gulped.
I’d fantasized about Glock’s cock for years, regretting my foolishness to not let him take my virginity. Ten years ago, I believed that if we had sex if Glock took my virginity; I would never be able to leave Long Beach, I would never be able to go to San Francisco and make a life for myself. Now, his cock was in front of me, the cock I had imagined and pleasured myself to all those nights. He was bigger than I’d predicted and now he was reaching for it.
Glock stared at my breasts, my shuddering body, while he started stroking himself. His cock was thick and long, with a velvety tip and his big balls hung behind it. I wanted to touch it, I wanted to touch all of it. I wanted his cock in my mouth and his come down my throat. I wanted to watch him orgasm.
I stood up and reached for his cock and Glock drew closer to me. We were touching each other in silence. He let go of himself and cupped my breasts, while I held his cock and started stroking.
He groaned when I first moved my hand up and down his cock. His grip on my breasts became tighter. He was big and throbbing in my hands, and I started stroking stronger. He pinched my nipples with his fingers, tugged at them painfully, and I moaned loudly.
While I stroked him, Glock drew his face to my left nipple and started sucking. I could feel the wetness spreading between my legs. I didn’t know how Glock was able to have this effect on my body so easily.
I lifted my hand to my mouth and licked my palm before I started stroking his cock again. My saliva made it easier to stroke him, slipping and sliding over his cock in quick bursts. His sucking on my nipples became wilder, he lapped at it, licked it, nibbled it, and his hand squeezed and teased the other one.
I could feel the throbbing in my pussy, my clit tingled, and I was so ready for him. I wanted to take it slow though, I wanted him to come for me, the way he had made me come before.
Glock pulled his lips away from my breasts and grabbed the back of my head with both hands. He was staring right into my eyes while I ran my mouth down on him. I looked up, and I could see that his face and eyes had darkened, he was gritting his teeth to control his growls, his nostrils were flared.
His cock had grown the most it could grow, he was glaring at me angrily while I milked him.
“Sage!” he growled, one last time before his cock exploded and his come spilled all onto my hand. Nothing had ever felt so good before, and he hadn’t even touched my pussy. I thrilled at the sight of him coming, at the sight of Glock being completely under my control now.
He growled and moaned as he came, his grip on my hair became tighter, and his body shook. I was smiling, looking up at him from under my heavy eyelids. This was exactly what I wanted, before he actually fucked me before his cock was inside me.
My hand was covered in his come, I could feel some of his sticky seed that had shot onto the base of my neck and chin. I gave his cock one last stroke before I released him and Glock backed stumblingly away from me like he was afraid of what I was going to do next.
“Fuck!” he growled and ran a hand through his hair. I bit down on my lip. He was still entirely naked; his cock was hard and red and throbbing still. My nipples ached, and my pussy continued to pulsate.
“This shouldn’t have happened,” Glock said and walked over to one of the racks and picked up a roll of tissues. I watched as he started ripping tissues out of the roll. I was smirking, I couldn’t get enough of the sight in front of me.
When he brought the tissues over to me, I didn’t really want to wipe his come from my hands or my neck. I wanted to remain like this, in the glory of Glock’s orgasm.
There was a sharp rap on the door, and Glock rushed over and pressed his back to the door.
“What?” he growled loudly.
“Glock? Axel wants to see you,” a man’s voice came through, and I could hear the laughter in his voice. He apparently knew that I was in there with Glock. Had he waited till he was sure that we were done doing what we were doing before he knocked on the door? My cheeks flushed. I wasn’t sure if I was embarrassed or if I found it thrilling, knowing that people outside knew that Glock and I were fucking.
“Okay!” Glock replied, in an equally loud grow
l.
“And he wants to see your girlfriend too,” the man said, and this time, he did laugh.
Glock glared at me, and I shrugged my shoulders. He gritted his teeth and shook his head.
He waited till he was sure that his friend had walked away from the door before he came over to me and brought his face real close to mine.
“Don’t you dare be smug about this, Sage!” he said.
Chapter 9
Glock
“Sage, this isn’t a joke!” I was following her out of the storage room. We had put our clothes back on, and now Sage was on a mission to have her say with Axel.
She yanked the door open and walked out, without really waiting to hear what I had to say.
Outside in the bar, my brothers had gathered in a circle, and Axel was sitting in the middle of the group on a stool. Everyone’s eyes were on us now, and it was too late for me to change Sage’ mind.
Axel looked curious and confused, as he followed Sage with his eyes. She was walking straight at him, and she looked as confident and sure of herself as ever. I followed her, a few paces behind, afraid of what she was going to say.
“Are you the boss around here?” she asked, coming to a stop, a few feet away from Axel. Several of the guys stifled a laugh. Axel crossed brows relaxed a little, and he took in a deep breath.
“I suppose I am. Who is this, Glock?” he turned to me, and I gulped. Sage was looking at me expectantly as well, waiting for the introductions.
“This is Sage Campbell, she’s a childhood friend,” I replied and Axel’s brows arched in surprise.
“Tracy Campbell’s kid? Didn’t you run away from home a decade ago?” Axel turned to her again, and I watched as Sage stuck her chin up in the air.
“I didn’t run away, I left home. My mother knew where I was going and why I was going,” she said, and there was a sizzle in her voice. This meeting hadn’t gotten off to a good start. Axel nodded his head, with a slight smirk forming on his face. He seemed to be amused by her.
