Claiming Sunshine (11 page)

             
Scooter went into the bathroom to get a washcloth, stunned that Drifter gave two fucks about this bitch. Then, shifting gears... what the hell are they going to do with Sam? Was he going to need to see a doctor? Probably, human bites were the worst, and on his dick. Jesus Christ. They would need to take him to the clubhouse and figure this shit out.

Chapter 6

              Back at the club, now awake, Sam was still in a shitload of pain from his recent injury. Scooter decided the best plan of action was to get him back to his truck and let him go. Knowing that Sam would need to seek medical attention, Scooter decided he would send Drifter and Jewl to the police to report a rape, and let them know that the man had been bitten and would be seeking medical attention. Hopefully his plan would put Sam in jail, and take care of that problem for a while.

              He and Drifter got Sam back to his truck and left him there. They go park out of site, circling back so he doesn't see them, and they wait. It doesn't take long and he is gone. They headed back to the club. Drifter takes Jewl to the police to report the attempted rape, and give the story that will land that asshole in jail for a while.

              Jewl is blown away at the willingness of this man to help her and be there for her. What did she do to deserve this? There had been so many. What caused this one to be different? “Thank you for everything,” she said, as they pulled back into the lot at the club, on his bike. “You rescued me.”

             
“Look, it's what I do, ok. Don't read too much into it. I'm still just a biker, nothing you should get too excited about.” He was trying his best to not let her get too close, however, he couldn't help himself from touching her. He let her get off the bike and then he swung his leg over and got off. She just stood there, not sure if this was his way of cutting her loose. “Come here, Hun,” he said, pulling her into his big, strong body. “I just don't want you to get too attached to me. I don't know what I am capable of when it comes to a woman and I don't want you to be disappointed.” He kissed the top of her head and let her go. “While I am figuring this shit out, I am the only one in your bed and you are the only one in mine, you get me?”

             
She nodded. Inside, she was jumping for joy. He wasn't cutting her loose at all. She had to play it cool, not get too clingy, so she didn't scare him off. He seemed so perfect.

             
“Until that asshole gets picked, up you are staying here. I hope that isn't going to be an issue for you, but after he gets picked up, it's back home you go. I ain't having any woman staying at the club, it just ain't right,” he said, grabbing her hand and leading her inside the club.

             
He slid the key out of the lock, and opened the door to his room. It was a disaster. He didn't seem to even care. He threw a few dirty t-shirts on the floor, making room for her to sit on the bed. “I can take you to your place to get a few things so you can stay the night,” he said, as he headed for the bathroom and shut the door.

             
She heard the water running and Drifter talking to himself. What was he doing in there? She decided not to ask, seemed too weird. He opened the door and stepped out. “Come here.” She patted the space on the bed next to her. He sat next to her and she immediately straddled him and started to kiss him.

             
He responded to her and kissed her back. What the fuck did this bitch have that none of the others did? Well for starters, she kept coming back to him, but he was doing the same. His thoughts were cut short by the realization of his dick grinding into her crotch. She got off his lap and got on her knees in front of him, starting to undo his pants. He watched as she freed his cock. All the others had to be ordered what to do. Usually, they were too drunk to do what he said, so he had to manhandle them to get them where he wanted. None ever came back for a second round. Some of that roughness was to ensure they didn't want to return to him. The other part was pure anger and frustration. A bitch couldn't just get on her knees and suck when told, she had to get flirty and act stupid. That’s when he would grab the stupid bitch by her hair and force her down to his cock and tell her to suck. Hell, he had even held a gun to a bitch's head, making her do it when she attempted to refuse. Pres had to pay her a few bucks to be quiet.

             
Then there was Jewl. Doing just what he wanted her to do, without being told. “What a good girl you are.” She looked up at him with her lips stretched over his cock. He saw the smile in her eyes. Grabbing her by the hair, he stood up, bringing her with him, forcing her go from crouching to kneeling. “I'm gonna fuck that good girl mouth, ok Hun?” he said, stating and asking at the same time.

             
She gave a slight nod and he once again, took what was his. She took it. She liked it rough. She liked being dominated and for the first time, she felt loved, while she let a man do this to her.

             
After all the attempts to get a man to care through sex, letting them do whatever they wanted to her body, this one seemed to care about her too. She thought back to her childhood, and the men that were allowed to touch her, and play with her body. Her mom chose to turn a blind eye because she didn't want to know the truth about the men that she settled for. “Fuck you all.” She thought to herself, as this beautiful man took what was his from her, because they belonged to each other.

             
He continued to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth and then realized maybe she could do this on her own. He let go of her hair and she stopped, looking up at him. “You go ahead, Hun, show me what you got,” he said, as his cock bounced in front of her face.

             
She took him back into her mouth and wrapping her hand as far around the base as she could. Her fingers didn't come close to touching. She worked him in and out, flicking her tongue, and playing with the amount of suction she used, teasing him into orgasm.

             
He looked down at her as he was about to unload in her mouth. She knew what she was doing and was so willing to do it his way or her way. He liked her way better. She noticed him looking down and peering up at him, she held his gaze the whole time he came, tasting and swallowing all of him.

             
“Ahhh, Jesus Christ woman, you win, you win,” he said as he finished, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Your turn,” he said, patting the bed for her to sit next to him. “Let’s see if I can remember how to do this.” He threw the rest of the laundry on the floor that had covered his bed.

             
He laid her down and undid her jeans. She got up on her elbows and peered over her breasts at him as he eased her jeans and panties down at the same time, grabbing the cuffs he pulled them off. He crawled back to her after undressing himself and kissed her. The kiss was hard and gentle at the same time, almost desperate, but not wanting to hurt her, and he didn't seem to mind tasting himself while he kissed her. This impressed her. No other man that she had been with would have had much to do with her after they were done, much less kissed her with his come still on her mouth.

             
“You look amazing with no clothes on, Jewl,” he said, lowering his kisses to her tits, gently nipping and sucking one, while he pinched and twisted the other, getting a little too rough.

             
“Ouch!” She said, pulling away from him. He instinctively pulled her back forcefully. Realizing that he was losing control, he stopped himself.

             
Her eyes were wide as she realized that he was having a hard time controlling her. She liked it rough, but with him, it seemed to be more than just a little rough. He was used to completely dominating and forcing. She didn't mind the dominating part, but force was rape, and that was not ok with her.

             
“I am sorry, Hun,” he said, as he stood over her and looked at the ceiling, trying to breathe through his urges to hold her down, doing whatever the fuck he wanted, as hard and rough as he wanted. This wasn't a club whore. This was his woman that he was trying to claim. “This is what I was warning you about. I just don't know if I have it in me to have a normal thing with a woman.”

             
Finally, he looked back down at her, laying there naked on his bed, waiting for him.

             
“What can I do to make it better for you, Drifter?” she asked him, not wanting to let go of what they had.

             
“I'm not sure. Maybe we can have a safe word and then if I do something that hurts you, you can let me know without my instincts kicking in,” he suggested.

             
“Instincts, like you can't control it? That is scary,” she said, backing up and sitting up by the pillow, giving some distance.

             
“I know I’m fucked up. Never mind. Put your clothes back on. I will take you to get some clothes and I will sleep on a couch in the main room. You can have my room until that asshole is picked up.” Before she could say anything, he was in the bathroom, slamming the door.

             
Fuck, she thought to herself. She got up, and went to the door. “Baby?” she said, waiting for a voice on the other side of the door. “Let’s use the safe word. I like that idea. I choose “gentle” to be my safe word. Does that work for you, huh?” She again, waited for a voice.

             
After a long pause, the door knob turned. “You tellin' me that you are willing to risk being with me, with a fuckin' safe word to stop me?” he said, looking down at her still naked body. “What if it doesn't work?”

             
“I am willing to take that chance.” She grabbed his hand, and started towards the bed. “Now let’s try this again. If I say “gentle”, you can either stop yourself, or remind yourself to settle down. It can serve either purpose.” She laid down, submitting to him. “I will do anything you want me to do. All you have to do is ask. I don't mind the hair pulling or the occasional slap for fun, but you can't force or rape me.”

             
He was in awe of her bravery. She had no idea the shit he was capable of, and he had to find it in him to reel it in, if he was going to keep this one coming back.

             
He started over, kissing her, moving to her tits, remembering to be gentle with them. “That better Hun?” he asked, with his mouth still over her nipple. She responded with a soft moan and then fisted his hair, pushing his mouth back onto her body. He kept going lower and lower, as she kept a handful of his hair.

             
Finally, he was right where she wanted him. “Put your mouth on me Drifter. I need you to do that, just for me.”

             
If she only knew. He hadn't done this since he was a teen. There was a girl in high school that he really liked, and she let him lick her pussy. She really liked it and came for him, but after, he couldn't hold back. He ended up forcing himself on her and she never talked to him again. He wasn't sure where these urges came from, although he had some memories of one of his mom's boyfriends, fondling him. He tried to remember more. He knew he had been raped, but couldn't seem to remember who did it. The whole thing was fucked up, and turned him into a monster. He just had to remember that he didn't have to rape this one and he cared about her.

             
Reel it in, you stupid fuck, he reminded himself, as he lowered his mouth over her. He couldn't remember how to do it, but remembered hearing from another high school guy that all you have to do is kiss their pussy like you would kiss their mouth, and so he did.

             
“Wow baby, you are amazing,” she said, grinding her hips to meet his mouth. “Try to work my clit more.” She fisted his hair and moved his face up a bit, until he was on her.

             
He pulled back. For one, to clear his head of how bad he wanted to force her and to ask her what the hell she was talking about.

             
“What's a clit?” He had obviously heard all about it, but never really cared about it, since fucking was always about him. The bitch was always just a vehicle to get him to come.

             
She sat up without hesitation, spreading herself open, showing him all the parts of a pussy. She was so nice about it. Then she put her fingers in her mouth and said... “This is my clit, baby, and this is how you work it so I will come. You have done this to me before.” … and she started playing with herself, flicking her moist finger back and forth, over the hard little nub, dipping down to pick up some of her moisture and continuing. “You want to try?” she asked.

             
He had played with this before, but didn't know what it was, just that it could make a woman come. He was mesmerized watching her play with her own pussy. It was amazing and he wanted her to keep going, so he just sat there in silence as she worked herself into an orgasm. He can't ever remember  being so turned on and he wanted to attack her.