KNOW ME (DEFIANT Motorcycle Club)(11)

wrapped my legs around him tightly.
We were both breathing heavily when our mouths met.  I heard my own groan of pleasure

as Orion’s hands moved to my breasts, fondling roughly.  With tentative fingers I

reached out to touch him and he moved my hand decisively to the hard outline of his

dick.  I pulled at the zipper, wanting he see him.  He helped me.
I hadn’t seen many men, but I knew Orion was unusually large.  He enjoyed the way I

sucked in my breath as I watched him and he grew larger yet before my eyes.
Suddenly he pulled me off the counter as if I were weightless and we sank together into

one of the shabby hard-backed kitchen chairs with me straddling him.  The only thing

between us was the thin satin of my underpants.  Once I glanced around, worriedly

considering the presence of others, but Orion pulled my face close and kissed me with

urgency.  He moved my body back and forth and I felt the swollen head of his dick

pressing insistently against the moist, ready cavern on the other side of my panties.

When he pushed my shirt up and began sucking hard on my breasts I arched my back to

give him better access.  The feel of his tongue on my tingling nipples was pure

torture.  By that time I didn’t care if anyone saw.  I didn’t care about anything at

all but satisfying the entreaties of my own passions.
Orion continued to guide me back and forth and I felt the rhythm, grinding my hips as I

tightened and clenched and tightened again.  The release shocked me.  It was enough to

make me cry out and bite into the hard flesh of his shoulder as the spasms rocked me to

the core for a seemingly endless minute of heavenly motion.
But Orion wasn’t done.  He wasn’t ready to possess me completely, but he would take

some pleasure for himself just the same.  When he pushed me down to my knees I knew

what he wanted and I was eager to cooperate. 
I bent down and licked the flushed head of his swollen organ.  The skin was smooth and

hot.  Orion groaned as I let him enter my mouth and I felt a surge of power more primal

and exhilarating than anything I’d ever known.   I didn’t mind when he grabbed me by

the hair and pushed himself deeper into my mouth, showing me how it needed to be.  And

when he came with a mighty groan, his hands still wound tightly in my hair, I swallowed

what he released into my mouth.
Orion was still panting hotly when I got to my feet and quietly smoothed my clothing

down.  I poured myself a cup of coffee and let the hot liquid sear my throat.  I looked

out the window, feeling suddenly shy and more than a little embarrassed.  Out in the

yard a handful of club members were tinkering with a bike.  Orion’s arms circled

around me and he kissed the back of my neck.  He rocked me back and forth in his huge

arms.
“Imagine,” he growled, “what the real thing will be like, Kira.”
His hands reached between my legs, stroking, and I leaned into him, getting hot again. 

“Even better?” I guessed, again moaning and breathless.
He pushed a finger inside my panties and inserted it directly into my slippery folds,

pushing against the barrier he intended to break.
“Tonight,” he whispered, kissing me lustily before removing his hands.  He slapped me

lightly on the rear end, poured himself a cup of coffee, and disappeared after flashing

me a devastating grin.
I took my bowl of Rice Crispies and slid into the chair we had just occupied.  I chewed

slowly, thinking about the way his hard dick pressed against my open sex.
Tonight, he’d sworn.
And I wanted it.  Oh God, I wanted it.



Chapter Six


Rachel cheerfully escorted me around Quartzsite’s finest dusty boutiques in an ancient

Malibu.  She said perhaps next week we could talk our way into a drive to Phoenix.
“You know,” she said cautiously, “when things die down.”
I sunk further into the passenger seat and didn’t say anything.
Rachel patted my hand.  “I know you’ve had a hell of a few days, hon.”
“It hasn’t been the best time,” I agreed.  I couldn’t get the sound of my father’s

rage-filled scream out of my head as he charged into the SF’s, meeting his own death

not as the fierce fighter he’d always been but as a desperate parent trying to save

his child.
I sniffed and poked at the shopping bag in my lap.  “Seems a little cold to be

shopping for a new wardrobe the day after my father’s murder.”
Rachel frowned.  “Well, there’s a hell of a lot of cold in this world, Kira.  I get

the feeling your dad did his damnest to shield you from it, but you can’t change who

you are, where you came from.”
I smiled weakly.  “At least I got to see him once more.”
Rachel pulled the car over onto the sandy shoulder of the road.  An RV with Canadian

plates lumbered passed and honked.  She flipped off the white-haired driver and turned

to me seriously.
“You got more than that, Kira.  You’re alive.  Now Casper told me how it’s gonna go