KNOW ME (DEFIANT Motorcycle Club)(14)

underneath.  Orion watched me coolly as I struggled to keep my dress up.
“Let it fall,” he finally said, reaching over and pulling it all the way down and

exposing the top of my left breast.  “Good,” he smiled.
“So where were you today?” I asked.
Orion didn’t like the question.  “Drink your beer,” he answered.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?”
He swallowed a bite of food and lit another cigarette, taking several deep inhales

before speaking again.  “I’m trying to get you relaxed.”  He reached underneath the

table and pushed his hand between my knees.  “It’ll be so much nicer if you relax,

Kira.”
I tipped the bottle back and let several long swallows pour down my throat.  In the

process I loosened the tension in my knees and allowed Orion’s hand to slide between

my thighs.
He was observing me with close intensity.  I realized that he was waiting.  And that he

wouldn’t wait long.  I placed the bottle back onto the table and let my thighs swallow

his large hand, meeting his stare and nodding just perceptibly.
Orion didn’t waste any more time.  He pushed the table aside so roughly my bowl of mac

and cheese clattered to the floor.  As he lifted me out of the chair my legs wrapped

around him automatically.  I clutched at his broad shoulders and when his mouth covered

mine in a crazy dance of heat and tongue, I was lost.
The sensation was one of spinning as Orion carried me to the bedroom.  As he deposited

me in a kneeling position on the bed, he watched my face as his hands pushed the dress

down over my breasts.  He ran his fingertips lightly over my hard nipples and then

firmly massaged the valley between then, reaching over my belly and lower.  I bent into

his touch, loving every inch of it and wanting him more by the second.
“Shit, look at you,” he groaned, easing the tight dress over my hips. “You’re so

goddamn perfect.”
I wanted to touch him.  So I did.  He waited for me to get my fill of feeling the hard

outline of his aroused dick.  And then, without being coaxed, I unzipped his pants and

released him.  I stared at the giant organ in my hand, suddenly realizing it would

somehow need to fit inside my tight depths.
Only my panties remained as an obstacle and Orion made short work of those as he

lowered me onto my back, settling his considerable weight over me.  My knees were on

either side of him, poised and tense.   Orion reached between my legs, pushing a finger

into my core.  He suddenly stretched over and grabbed a small bottle from the bedside

table.
“The wetter, the better,” he explained wryly, rubbing the oil into my pleading

center.
I felt a sense of unreality as he pushed my legs wider and began pushing his dick

against me, trying to ease it inside.  I bit my lip and stared at his face.  This was

Orion Jackson, I reminded myself, the man who had once picked me up and placed me

happily on his shoulders so that I could see above the circus crowd.  I remembered how

he had looked up at me with merry blue eyes, asking, “That better, baby girl?”  And I

had nodded and hugged him before returning my attention to the elephant tricks in the

ring.
Orion massaged my thighs.  “Stop clenching up,” he commanded.
“Will that keep it from hurting?” I said, then hated myself for uttering such a

childish question.
His face softened just a touch and he kissed me on the forehead.  “It’ll hurt like a

bitch this time anyway.  But a little less.”
I nodded and Orion pulled me into a long kiss.  I closed my eyes and felt the tension

in my muscles melt away.  And then, with a mighty thrust, Orion Jackson drove himself

into me. 
The cry which broke from my lips was automatic.  Orion was right; it did hurt.  As I

opened my legs as wide as possible I was afraid he might be too much, that he wouldn’t

fit inside of me. 
At my first whimper Orion moved his mouth to my neck, kissing tenderly as he cradled me

to his broad chest.  But he continued to thrust deeply and with increasing pressure. 

His rhythm intensified and what was at first a sharp pain receded into a dull ache.  

And then my body began to open up, becoming used to the iron feel of him.   A part of

me which had never been touched before awoke and I moved my hips, trying to satisfy it.
Orion groaned and swore profusely as my hips bucked and I felt the same sense of

exhilarating power as I had when I took his dick in my mouth.  Sex could be both a tool

and a weapon.  Even though I’d never used it, I’d always known that.  Growing up

among the club it was hard not to see the truth, no matter how much Crest tried to keep

me out of the way.
I pulled my knees all the way back, opening so wide I thought I might break in half. 

That brought Orion to the edge.  His hands went underneath my ass and he lifted me,

pulling me against the rigid invasion of his pulsing organ.
“Orion,” I moaned and he stiffened, hissed an obscenity and then shot an alarming