Losing Me, Finding You(36)

“No, pretty girl, but you do belong to me for the time being.”

“So you want me to f*ck you to earn my place? Is this an initiation sort of a thing? Does everyone have to do this?” I think about all the things I've read about motorcycle clubs. Some sources said women are used as cash cows and sex objects, that they're not respected as full fledged members of the group. When I saw Mireya and that other blonde lady, I thought otherwise. Those two were tough; I could see the pain and the anger and the desperation in their eyes the same way I could in everyone else's. Now, I'm starting to get scared. My heart begins to pump, but already, Austin is laughing again.

“Nah, it's not an initiation sort of a thing. It's a you don't know shit about motorcycles thing.” Austin releases me. “You will be my shadow from now on, sugar. I don't care if you f*ck me, but,” Austin holds up a finger. “You don't f*ck anybody else without asking me. There are a lot of toes that can get stepped on and a whole lot of skirts you don't wanna reach up. Don't go out without me, don't eat without me, don't even sleep without me, alright? Once I teach you the ropes, you can do whatever you want. Until then, you're mine.” Austin steps forward and hooks me under the chin. “But if you do want to f*ck me, well, I can't say that I'd put up much of a fight.”

Austin releases me and steps back, moving towards the door like he's getting ready to leave.

“Wait,” I call out to him, desperate not to be alone. I don't care if he's thinking of leaving for one minute or one hour. All I know is that I'll do whatever I have to do, so I don't have to be by myself right now. “I want to thank you, to do you a favor.” I step towards him and swallow, dropping to my knees in front of him and reaching out for his zipper.

Austin doesn't stop me.

I slide the metal down the tracks with my fingers but keep my eyes on his face.

“You sure as shit about that, sugar?” he asks me, but I don't respond. Instead, I finish with the zipper and push my hands inside the denim of Austin's jeans, running them along the white cotton of his underwear and grasping onto the elastic at the top, rolling it down slowly, slowly, slowly until I can see his cock.

“I might not be any good,” I warn him, thinking about all the scenes I've ever read on the subject. Austin chuckles, warm and deep, and grabs onto my hair with one hand, tugging me up, so that my mouth is even with his crotch.

“A blow job's a blow job, sweet thing. No such thing as good or bad.” He winks at me and pushes his underwear down, so that the whole thing becomes visible to me. I pause for a moment and stare reverently, realizing that despite my recent forays into the sexual world, that I haven't yet seen a … a cock. All I can think is that this … this body part was moving inside of me, and I didn't even have the common decency to take a gander at it.

It's long and stiff, like velvet wrapped over steel, and I'm happy to see that the skin moves beneath my hand as I wrap my fingers around it and slide it gently back. His balls remain locked away behind the fabric, but I can see a dusting of sandy hair around them. If nothing else, then this whole adventure might be able to teach me a few things about men. Time to separate fact from fiction.

“Let me know what I need to do,” I tell him, suddenly noticing a spot of bright metal gleaming in the tip. He's pierced! Oh dear God. How did I not notice before? “Austin, I … ”

“Oh shush, sugar, and just suck it.”

Austin pulls my head forward and thrusts his cock into my mouth, knocking the metal against my teeth with that first thrust. And of course, you must've guessed that my favorite book boyfriend, Glance Serone, is also pierced, so I find that (thankfully), I'm not completely clueless. I slide my head back, letting Austin guide me with his hand as I run my tongue along the shaft, pausing to nibble at the ring with my teeth. I know I'm doing something right when he growls and lets his head fall back. His fingers tighten their grip on my hair as I bring my hand up and wrap it tightly around the base of his cock, squeezing until he bucks his hips against my face.

“You've got a real talent there, Cross,” he tells me, looking back down at me and meeting my eyes with his brown ones. A shiver runs through him and down into me until we've both got goose bumps. I slide my mouth off of his shaft, purse my lips and blow, letting the cool rush of air tingle against the wetness on his cock. “Fuckin' Christ,” he whispers as I flick the tip of my tongue against his ring, admiring the circumcised perfection that is Austin Sparks. Glance always seems to like it when I suck his nuts? Is that a guy thing or just a Glance thing? I remember Sali's words as if I'd read them yesterday and decide to go for it.

I reach up and slide my hand into Austin's underwear, using my wrist to push the fabric down, so I can free his balls. Austin groans again as I lick him until he's soaking wet, using the saliva as lube to pump my fist while I move my head down to the sensitive skin on his scrotum, pressing my moist lips against it and moving my tongue from the right down to the center. I move up and then down again, tracing that little seam of flesh and then head up to the other side, making sure I leave no bit of skin untouched.

Meanwhile, my hand sneaks between my thighs and teases my panties with gentle strokes of my nails. They're still a bit moist from earlier when Austin and I rutted behind the grocery store, so it's real easy for me to push aside the fabric and slip them in. A moan escapes my own mouth, sounding in chorus with one of Austin's.