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“I don’t think so, little girl.” He straddles me across my tummy and reaches across to the small bedside table and opens the drawer. A second later he reveals a long length of fabric. Holding my wrists together, he wraps them up tight and then ties the fabric to the iron bedhead.
“No touching unless I say so.”
Before I can respond, Zep’s mouth covers mine and I taste my own juices. My tongue devours his mouth and face while his hands move to my breasts. An exquisite pain thrums through me as he squeezes each of my nipples. I try to buck against him but his weight keeps me in place. I’ve been circling this abyss for what feels like an eternity and I’m ready to swear homage to any deity if it means I can come.
His mouth leaves mine and Zep works his way down my body with licks and bites that make me gasp and moan. His hands spread me wide once more and I am rewarded with his tongue against my clit.
“Yes,” I hiss, grinding against his face. When he begins to alternate between sucking and licking me, I just about lose my mind.
One hand creeps up to my breast, tugging on my engorged nipple and making me shout with ecstasy. My body writhes and contorts as I edge closer and closer to coming. One finger slides inside me, followed by a second and I’m pretty sure the whole clubhouse can hear me screaming. He pushes a third finger inside and pumps me, his mouth working my clit. As the orgasm takes hold, I arch back against the pillow and call his name over and over. My entire body convulses with wave after wave of pleasure. He removes his fingers and licks my opening as I squirt into his mouth.
Eventually, my body goes limp as the orgasm continues to reverberate through me. My heart is hammering against my ribs as though it would burst. I’ve never come like that in my life. Zep rises onto his knees between my legs, his lips swollen and glistening from my cum.
He watches as I catch my breath, stroking the length of his cock. When my breathing evens out, he moves up until he is straddling my chest, his cock bouncing on my face. I stretch my tongue and lick the salty cream from its tip.
“Open wide.”
He holds his cock at my lips and I comply. He pushes himself inside, coming up on his knees so he can angle himself into my mouth until his cock touches the back of my throat. I gag but he doesn’t withdraw.
“Relax.”
I close my eyes and concentrate on breathing through my nose as his cock moves in and out of my mouth. My tongue licks as he thrusts, spit sliding down my chin. As he speeds up, I start to suck and Zep grunts his approval. I can’t help but gag and choke as he fucks my mouth but I also kinda like it. I feel his cock thicken even more and I know he’s close. He pulls free, panting hard.
I open my eyes, wanting to taste him as he explodes in my mouth. Instead, he’s reaching back to the drawer, pulling a condom out. He rips the packet and quickly sheathes himself. Anticipation lances my core.
He shuffles down, once again kneeling between my open legs. He lifts my hips onto his thighs, his cock hovering at my entrance. He leans forward and the tip nudges my folds. His thumb rubs across my mouth before his hand snakes down and grabs my throat again. As his grip tightens, he thrusts inside me.
All at once my body is on fire with need. I can barely force the air in and out of my throat as his cock drives into me, building in speed and depth. My hands are still bound above me and I grasp the length tying me to the bed. My orgasm tips over the edge and I can’t even scream. I’m coming harder than I’ve ever come before and feel like I might just slip into a black chasm of pleasure.
Zep starts to moan and swear, his thrusts becoming more desperate. I can no longer breathe and it crosses my mind to use the safe word, but I don’t want to stop coming. Zep throws his head back and yells incoherently. His hand releases my throat. I cough and struggle to drag in oxygen as my body bucks beneath him. He withdraws and drops to his back beside me, leaving me to grieve the loss of his touch and wonder if I’ll ever be the same again.
Chapter 5
Over the next two weeks, I stay with Zep at the clubhouse. During the day, we go out on his bike. He says he wants to show me his favourite places around Sydney and beyond, but I’m pretty sure he wants to keep me away from the clubhouse when his brothers - as he refers to the other men in The Devils - are going about their business. I don’t know what The Devils are into exactly, but I know it isn’t anything legal.
I was also keen to avoid any more interactions with Luci. That guy makes my blood freeze. Sometimes I hear him yelling and a woman crying. Zep told me that Luci and his wife have problems but it seems to me the problem is Luci and his temper. They don’t actually live at the clubhouse; however, something happened and they have been staying there, along with the little boy I met on the first day. I tried not to think about it too much. For the first time in a long time, I feel free and I want to make the feeling last.
When Zep and I aren’t riding or fucking, we talk. He told me about his mum. She loved to drink and get high. And she loved Led Zeppelin, which is how he came to be named Jimmy Page. Everyone calls him Zep for obvious reasons. He never knew his dad and has no idea if his mother is alive or dead. He said he lost track of her when he was about seventeen but he’d already started hanging out with The Devils by then, so she knew where to find him if she wanted to.
“Does that make you sad?” I ask as we lay on the grass overlooking the waves at Kiama. I just finished sketching Zep with the ocean behind him. Drawing is my passion and I indulge every chance I get.
Zep shrugs and takes a swig of his beer. “Dunno. I never really think about her.”
“I think about my parents every day.”
He brushes some hair from my forehead, watching me. I like how he always gives me time and space to speak. It’s a luxury I’ve not had while living with my aunt and uncle.
“My parents were very different from most people, I guess. Mum was a journalist working for a local paper when she met my dad. He was a photographer.” I smile and let the memories wash over me. “Neither enjoyed the nine-to-five grind, so they took their trades on the road and made a living traveling.”
“Like travel writers?”
“Exactly.” I lean across and kiss him, because I can.
“Did you travel with them?” he asks when I settle back beside him.
“Yes. I was born in Tennant Creek in the Northern Territory.”
“Isn’t that like, the middle of the outback?” Zep cocks his head, his dark hair lifting in the breeze.
