Page 37 of Straight to Me

His cock hardens, going rigid inside me. “I’m almost there, Mads,” he groans against my mouth, our lips still meticulous with their movements. Even his voice brings me pleasure.

“Harder,” I moan.

I don’t have to tell him twice. He flips me over, pushing my head down to the sheets, then slams himself into me, the sudden pain making me cry out. I take hit after hit of his cock inside me, then the fire really begins to burn.

My cries get louder each time he thrusts. “Dean, please!” I’m begging him to give me what I need; the release I’ve yearned for. For him.

Gripping my hips he pulls me back to him, my bum now high in the air. His fingers dig into my hips as he pounds against me. Looking over my shoulder, I can’t help but marvel at how good he looks, his body working mine. He's captivating, strong and seductive.

Powerful.

The more I keep my eyes on him, the quicker my orgasm builds. I run my hand over his leg to pull him closer and he squirms again, as the tips of my fingers brush over his hips. He quickly wraps his fingers around mine and lifts both my hands behind my back, keeping his rhythm.

Face down, my body curls and with another, dedicated thrust, I cry out his name coming hard. He grunts loudly, quickening then slowing his movements as he climaxes too.

Breathing heavy, our skin sweaty and warm, he lets go of my hands and leans over me, kissing my back as we allow ourselves to relax.

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!

I suddenly grab hold of him, moving him closer to me for cover. He’s still inside me but moves a finger to his lips, telling me to keep quiet. “Deano? You in there? Everyone’s arriving.” It must be Riggs from earlier, the guy getting head from the girl in the thong.

My eyes don’t leave the door until I hear him walk away. I look back at VP who smiles as he says, “We need to go.”

He slides out allowing me to get up. I stand off the bed, dashing to retrieve my clothes off the floor. We both dress as quick as possible, smiling at each other as we pull our clothes back on.

The noise from the bar gets louder and louder. VP grabs my hand as I’m still slipping on my shoes.

“Hey!”

“Shh,” he says smiling, his finger going to his mouth again.

We tiptoe towards the door and VP unlocks it quietly. I probably should be worried, judging by how he's behaving, but the giggles start leaving me. “Stop laughing,” he says, lips stretched wide across his face, looking at me.

“Sorry VP.” His thumb runs across my hand as the corner of his mouth lifts. I think he’s going to say something, but he just stares at me. “VP, we need to go?”

“Shit, yeah.” He was daydreaming. “When I say, we’re going to leave through the fire exit down the hall on the left.”

“Okay.”

He opens the door, looking left and right. “Let’s go.”

He pulls me out the door and I have to work to keep up with him. We just about reach the end of the corridor when we hear voices coming towards us. “Fuck.” He turns on the spot, looking at me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. His face looks panicked.

“I didn’t think anybody would be here until later.” Looking at his watch, he looks shocked. “Huh. It is later.”

“Guess you got distracted,” I tease.

“By a goddess.”

He places a quick-thinking kiss on my forehead. “We’ll have to run, come on, quick!” he laughs, as he starts moving quickly for the fire exit with me in tow. My brain can’t process what the hell is going on here.

Unexpectedly, a man I recognise walks in through the exit we’re running to, forcing us to an abrupt halt. VP wipes his stubble with his hand as he realises we’ve been caught. There’s a big silence, and the way the Rippers MC President is staring at me, makes me die a little inside.

“Dean?” he says, his eyes locked on mine. My blood instantly turns cold, a panic sweat starts breaking out all over me. VP looks at me then back to his president. Gently, he tugs me closer to his side.

The president of the club looks at VP questioningly. “Thought what happened down south stayed there?” That low, raspy voice of his is terrifying. He’s a scary man and I’m a reminder of their business. Something he doesn’t want to see here in his clubhouse I’m guessing.

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