Page 90 of Straight to Me

“Harder!”

“Fuck!” VP gasps. His muscles begin stiffening and his fingers grip my skin tighter. I pull the sheets closer to my face as his thrusts rattle me on the bed. A booming noise echoes in my head and my blood pumps wildly between my legs.

He lets out a low growl as he pushes fiercely. The sound of wet slaps against me filling the room. “Jesus, Mads. You nearly there?” His voice sounds urgent, his face tight like he can’t hold on much longer. His lips part, his arms pulling my legs closer to meet every harsh drive he makes. The heat inside liquefies me. My body screaming to reach the finish line.

“Yes, Dean… I’m there!”

I clench my legs tighter, squeezing myself around his cock as I tumble over the edge. My body shudders and twists, each penetration unlocking another tide of delight.

Grunting, he spreads my legs wide at the ankles so he can watch as he comes inside me. Seeing his body pulse with the last few deep drives makes me want to touch him.

“Jesus, Mads,” he says, his chest rising and falling quickly, the hunger in his eyes thoroughly quenched.

Feeling pretty satisfied I smile sleepily at him. “Happy birthday,myVP.”

His lips stretch and his eyes close. “When you call me that, you make my dick hard,” he says panting.

“I’m not sure I’m ready to go again just yet,” I say, chortling. “I just need you near me.” He opens his eyes, his breathing now steady.

“Babe, I’m in you.”

We both laugh. “Can you come here?”

I hold my arms out to him as he carefully drops my legs and takes himself out. Using his boxers, he cleans up the mess he made, tossing them back to the floor once he’s done. He curls his large frame around me, hugging me close.

A light rap at the door comes. “Dean?”

“Fuck off,” he snaps, not moving a muscle.

“Do you think we should go out there?” I ask hushed, eyes closed with my head against his chest.

I vaguely recall music starting around the time I screamed at him to fuck me harder. Paying more attention now, I can hear the light tones of chatter coming from the main room. The party was definitely filling up.

“I’d rather stay here,” he says squeezing me gently. “Or if you’d like, we could go for one drink, then I’ll take you back to mine. We’ll get you naked in my bed and I’ll love you until the sun rises.”

I like the sound of that. “One drink.”

He cups the side of my face, his fingers scrunching in my hair behind my ear. I open my eyes and he smiles sweetly, placing his lips on mine.

A short while later, we’re dressed and I’m wearing the spare clothes I brought along with me so I wouldn’t have to wear that black dress all night in front of his biker friends.

The door suddenly opens and Skitz stands there unfazed by the sight or smell in the room. My heart kicks in my chest, realisation that VP didn’t lock the door suddenly apparent. “Uh, Dean, the guys are waiting for you.” His lack of social awareness is evident.

VP’s jaw clenches.

“Do you remember what happened to the last club secretary we had?” Skitz’s face pales and he quickly steps back, closing the door without another word.

“What happened to the last secretary?” I ask intrigued.

VP smiles like he knew I would ask the question. “You really want to know?” That sounds ominous. Must’ve been bad. But I can handle it. Right? I take a breath and nod.

He picks up his leather cut, slowly putting it on as he speaks. “The last secretary before Skitz, was told countless times to get the books in order. He never did. Buried himself in bitterness over his wife leaving. He lost control of things, stopped taking any care.” He smooths out his shirt collar under the leather. “I sent Travis and Beats, the guy you bumped into when we met—”

“He bumped into me!” I laugh. VP visibly disagrees with a smirk.

“Anyway, on Rocco’s orders, they told him to hand over his patches and ink in his tattoos.” He dips his chin to the floor, keeping his gaze on me.

“I’m guessing he didn’t,” I say after a moment.

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