Sons of Hellfire: Origins by Fiona Flask Page A

lip. "Yeah," I said. JT's blue eyes pierced me. I felt my body tingle.
    "Good," he said. "My Harley's outside." He downed the rest of his beer and took me by the hand.
    Fuck it. I followed and waved goodbye to my friends at the door.
    Outside, he tossed me his helmet and straddled his motorcycle. I had a brief stab of fear. I didn't know this guy at all. He seemed nice enough, but what if... I don't know. He could bring me anywhere and do anything to me...
    He looked back at me standing there hesitating. "You OK?" he asked.
    "Yes," I said.
    "Then climb on the fuckin' bike!"
    I put on the helmet and got on behind him, grabbing him around his muscular midsection. The Harley roared to life and we flew forward and out of the gravel parking lot, kicking up dust. Road signs whipped by high speed. I clung tighter to JT, amazed by the speed. I'd never been on a motorcycle before. The wind was cold on my bare legs.
    Soon, the rumbling of the wheel meeting the road was vibrating through me. Hitting me right between the legs, sending electrical tingles through my pussy. I clenched my teeth and moaned. I didn't think JT could hear me over the wind and the engine. My cunt was soon soaking through my panties.
    I had no idea where he was taking me. We rode for ten minutes in the darkness of the highway and finally he came to an exit and got off the highway, slowing down.
    "Let's have a few drinks at the Cellar. It's free to drink there and it'll be empty tonight," JT said. He drove past tall fences into a big parking lot. There was a dark building ahead of us. The Cellar.
    We dismounted and he led me inside. He clicked on a few lights and the room was illuminated. Pool tables, a juke box, a bar, couches, chairs, stools. Framed mugshots on the wall. A big flag emblazoned with the Sons of Hellfire sigil.
    "Beer or whiskey?" JT asked.
    "Whiskey," I said.
    "That's my kind of woman. I can tell we're going to be very good friends." He poured me out a glass of whiskey and passed it over to me. He poured himself a glass and downed it quickly. I drank mine in four gulps. "So," he said, eyeing me hungrily. "How'd you like the ride?"
    "I loved it. And it's a nice place you've got here."
    "Thanks. So how'd you feel about another ride? A different kind of ride?"
    "I think I'd need to see what you mean by that before I agree."
    JT came up close to me. Close enough to breath me in. He leaned down and our lips met. His coarse stubble scratched my chin as his soft tongue entered my mouth roughly. His arm around my middle pulled me in close. My breasts pressed against his muscular chest. I felt like I was floating.
    He lifted me up into his arms and we were moving across the room. I felt myself being sat on a table of some kind. My hands reached behind and landed on felt. The pool table. And then I was lying on my back with JT on top of me. His fingers fumbled up inside my shirt and tweaked my stiff nipples. I moaned into his relentless mouth. I could feel his hard cock staining against his thick denim. I reached down to release him from his constraints. He tugged my wet panties off me and pushed my skirt up. The head of his cock met my slit.
    "You're wet, aren't you, Eve?"
    "Yes," I whispered.
    "That's my girl," he said, as he entered me. "You like to have a nice hard cock inside you, don't you?"
    I gasped and nodded as his prick filled me up, my pussy stretched around his thickness. He started thrusting, moving easily in and out of my wet cunt. My moans filled the air as he slammed me into the pool table's green felt. I could hear the balls clacking into the each other. I could hear my own wetness, and the slapping sound of JT's balls on my ass. JT's grunts were in my ear.
    I grabbed him by the leather vest and tugged him closer, so I could feel his scratchy face on my neck, and feel his breath. The smell of leather filled my nostrils and my mind swam. I loved that smell. And JT's skin. His musk. His aroma sent electricity through my body.
    JT withdrew from