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Rip
I couldn't tell Jessi exactly what I would want in return, because I didn't think she would ever agree to this otherwise. I needed her to keep the Hounds in Mick's good books, because we were hoping to take over the business someday. But Jessi wouldn't want to hear that, since it meant she wouldn't get to take over the family business. Greyhound Custom Motorcycles would be the perfect front for our club, though. It was a legitimate business that we could pass money and other dealings through.
I didn't think Jessi would be interested in knowing about those plans, though.
And short of that, the other things that I wanted were exactly what she had predicted. I couldn't help it, with her looking up at me with those big, baby blue eyes. All I could think was what a perfect mouth she had for giving a blowjob. But I wasn't an asshole like Ellsmith, and I wasn't going to go there.
So it was back to the first option, but I couldn't tell her the full truth.
“You father is not too happy with the Hounds of Hades at the moment,” I told her. “And especially not now that I've gone behind his back to give your design to J.T.”
Jessi frowned at me. “What do you want me to do?” she asked.
“Just try to keep the Hounds in your father's good books as much as you can,” I told her.
Jessi grinned cheekily at me. “So I probably shouldn't be here in the clubhouse with you, against my dad's wishes?”
I laughed and slung an arm around her shoulders. “Well, I'm definitely not complaining,” I told her.
“Seriously, Rip, if you'll talk to Gary for me, I'd do anything to repay you,” she told me.
I arched an eyebrow at her. “Anything?” I asked her.
Her hand fell very deliberately into my lap, her eyes still seriously pinned to my face. “Anything.”.
I frowned at her. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Just the one beer,” she said defensively. “But, seriously, Rip, I ...” She trailed off, looking embarrassed. “You're really attractive, okay?”
I blinked down at her, wondering if I had really just heard those words come out of her mouth. “Oh, really?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “I've been fantasizing about you for a while now, but my dad would kill me if he knew. And I really want to keep going to university, and-”
“Come on,” I said, making a split-second decision and standing up. “Let's go outside.”
Jessi trailed outside after me, and I was glad that it was a relatively warm evening. I wasted no time in pressing her back against the wall outside the clubhouse, capturing her lips in mine. If I'd had any doubts about whether Jessi really wanted this, they vanished with that kiss. She practically melted against me, moaning as though she was already close to climax.
But we were just getting started.
I kissed her a bit viciously, wondering how much she could take. She seemed like such a good girl sometimes, but at the same time, in this industry, every woman was sort of a bad-ass. And the fact that she was letting me kiss her out in an alleyway, after she had snuck out of her dad's house to come meet me, led me to believe that maybe there was more to her than it seemed.
I raked my teeth across her lower lip and plunged my tongue deep inside her mouth. I yanked at her hair and forced a leg in between hers, rutting against her hip because I needed there to be some sort of contact to relieve the pressure of my rapidly hardening erection. When I pulled away, I couldn't believe the sight that met my eyes. Her pupils were blown wide with lust, and her lips and cheeks were both flushed with color. Her hair was mussed up from where I had tugged at it, and she already looked totally fucked out. It was a good look for her.
“I want to fuck you right here,” I growled at her, wondering what her response would be. I expected she was probably one of those good girls and that saying that would startle her and bring her back to reality—back to a world where there was no way in hell she was going to let me fuck her.
“Please,” she whispered, glancing around. I could see her cheeks darken a little further, visible even under the dim lighting. “I've never been fucked outside before,” she admitted. “This is ...sexy. I'm not going to lie.”
I laughed and popped open the button of her jeans. “Pull these down and bend over, then,” I told her, but there was a layer of command to my tone that I was sure she heard based on the way she shivered.
She did exactly as I asked, putting her hands against the wall and bending down so that she was open and ready to be fucked. I slid my fingers into her first, not rushing things, trying to get a feel for how willing she was. I couldn't help groaning. “Oh my god, you're wet,” I murmured, bending down and sucking a kiss into the soft skin just behind her ear.
She gave a breathy gasp and turned her head away, and I took that as an invitation to bite down a little, marking her as mine. Her fingers flexed against the brick wall of the clubhouse, and I could tell she was going to be pretty easy to work over into an orgasm.
“How long has it been since you were with anyone?” I asked her, suddenly curious.
“Too long,” she groaned, bending even further down, presenting a glorious picture of wanton desire.
I wanted to push her for a more exact answer, but faced with that view, I could hardly form the words. Deciding that she was slick and open enough, I gave my prick a few firm tugs and then lined it up against her slit, thrusting roughly into her. From the way she collapsed even further against the bricks, I could tell that she had no complaints.
“You like it rough, don't you?” I asked her in a deep voice, tugging at her hair a little, my grip tight on her hips as I set a punishing pace. “You act like such a good little daddy's girl, but you're really just a needy little slut, begging for attention, aren't you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, and that alone was nearly my undoing. I hadn't expected a response like that. “I'm such a naughty little slut,” she told me. “Letting you fuck me in the alley like this.”
“That's right,” I growled, bringing my hand down hard against her exposed ass. The explosion of red against her pale, milky skin was such an incredible turn-on that I had to do it again ...and again. “Such a naughty little slut,” I agreed as she arched against me. “Are you going to come for me, slut?”
“Please,” she begged. “Please, let me come, sir. Please.”
I changed the angle suddenly so that I was pounding ruthlessly into her very core. “Come for me,” I ordered her, wrapping my hands around her neck and choking her a little, not letting up the pace even as I felt her walls tightening around me.
It was feeling her orgasm crashing over her that pulled me through my own climax, and I shot rope after rope of hot, sticky come. For a long moment, I rested there, my arm pressed against the rough bricks, breathing hard and trying to come back into myself. Then I pulled away from Jessi, who stood up, looking dazed, and began to fix her clothing.
For all her bravado during the act, she looked a bit spooked now, and I tried to find something to say other than, “that was amazing,” which was all that I really was thinking.
“I should go,” Jessi told me.
“Wait,” I told her, reaching out and catching her wrist.
She shook her head, though. “No, Rip,” she said, still shaking her head. “Please, just—just let me go.”