Smokey by Sam Crescent

Chapter Seven

“You don’t think this looks stupid?” Ava asked, turning left and right for him to see.

“Hell, no, it doesn’t.” Smokey let out a whistle.

Tonight, Smokey had invited her to a club party. The only warning he’d given her was that it wasn’t going to be tame.

The men were going to play, and he wanted her to join him.

She didn’t have any party clothes and told him so. In response, he’d turned up to her house tonight complete with the appropriate attire. Staring down the length of her body, though, she had to wonder. The skirt went above the knee, and it was way too indecent to go out in.

The bra and shirt he’d purchased for her, well, her tits were squeezed together so tightly it gave the word cleavage a whole new meaning. She was so far out of her comfort zone it wasn’t even funny. She gave a little wriggle and Smokey chuckled.

“What is it?”

“I don’t know. You don’t think it’s too revealing?”

“That’s its purpose. I want to be able to see you.”

“I don’t know. This feels … strange,” she said. “Look.”

Smokey stepped away from the doorframe and moved toward her. His hands went to her hips. “What are you finding difficult with how you look?”

“You’re going to have club women there.”

“So?”

“And I … look at me. I’m thirty years old. I don’t equal them. I never will. I should just stay home tonight.” She pulled out of his arms and collapsed to the bed.

There were moments late at night when his arms were wrapped around her that she could allow herself to dream and imagine that he belonged to her. They hadn’t changed the dynamic of their relationship.

It was still sex. Great sex.

Smokey was teaching her stuff she’d never even heard of, let alone seen.

He’d awakened her body, but he’d also opened up her heart. She hadn’t been looking for love, far from it. After Derek, she’d sworn off all men. They were all rat bastards, but Smokey was different.

It didn’t matter, though.

There was no way in hell she intended to bring up the possibilities of a relationship. The club wasn’t exactly warming to her, even though she adored them all. She loved stopping by with extra baked goods, or listening to them talk about nothing. They treated her as if she was a nobody, and that was fine.

She got it. To them, she wasn’t anyone important.

“I’m not going to this party without you. I’ve been looking forward to it all week. I even broke my rules for you. I promised myself no matter what, I wouldn’t shop for a chick. I did all of that for you.” He grabbed her arm and she followed his tug as he moved her in front of the mirror. “Now I don’t know what shit is going on in your brain and quite frankly, I really don’t give a shit. I love what I see.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his chin against her shoulder. “We’re going to that party, and you’re going to have fun. Do I need to threaten to put you over my knee?”

She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Fine, but if they all laugh at me, we’re coming right back here, watching a movie and drinking cocoa. Deal?”

“Deal.”

He took her hand and walked her out of the house. She groaned when she saw his bike waiting for them.

A couple of times now, she’d ridden on the back of it. Each time, she’d ended up screaming and begging him to stop. So embarrassing.

“It’ll be fine.”

“Seriously? Couldn’t we, like, walk?”

“In those heels?”

She glanced down at her feet. He’d purchased a pair of stiletto heels. They were quite high, and she felt a little dizzy just glancing down at the floor.

“Fine. It seems you’re winning all the arguments tonight.”

“It doesn’t take me long to do.” He winked at her.

He climbed onto his bike and waited for her.

She threw her leg over the bike and climbed on, trying not to jostle her weight or show him how heavy she was. The women at the clubhouse were slender. Each woman, apart from Abriana and Raven, had been sure to tell her how easy it was to diet and how important it was to count calories.

Ava got the message big time. They were slim, she was not. Big deal.

She held on to Smokey as he started up the bike and took them off into the night. A small scream escaped her, and she held on even tighter to Smokey, not wanting to let him go for even a second.

“I’ve got you, babe. You just got to have a little faith.”

She closed her eyes when she felt the panic rise up inside her. They were going to crash. In the back of her mind, she knew it wasn’t possible because of how good of a driver Smokey was, but she couldn’t stop herself.

“You’re doing good, babe. Not long to go now.”

Still with her eyes firmly shut, she squeezed Smokey even tighter, praying for the ride to end. When it did, her fingers ached from the tight hold she had.

Slowly, she opened one eye, then the other as the clubhouse parking lot surrounded them.

The desire to climb off and kiss the pavement was strong. She held herself in check, settling on just getting off the bike in the most elegant way possible. It wasn’t easy. She struggled with it, but fortunately, she achieved it and she felt so happy.

Smokey chuckled. “Damn, you’ve got a firm grip.”

She winced. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Nope, but I love having you at my back.” He cupped her face and kissed her. “You’re going to have to get used to it.”

Ava didn’t want to get her hopes up, but each time he said something like that, she found herself on the cusp of believing this was more than just sex. Rather than ask him, she simply smiled and followed behind him when he took her hand.

They were heading toward the main clubhouse, but the loud, hard music could be heard outside.

She heard a couple of women giggling, but rather than look toward them, she kept her focus on Smokey’s hand.

Once inside the clubhouse, she looked past his shoulder, and wow. There was no other word for it as naked women danced on tables, the bar, and she even caught sight of a naked woman on the makeshift dance floor. If it could really be called that.

Women in many different states of undress were everywhere.

She’d never noticed so many brothers in one place.

“We’ve got two different chapters in tonight,” Smokey said. “It’s a party.”

Ava couldn’t deny that.

There surely was a lot of nakedness going on.

Smokey didn’t stay in the sanctuary of the entrance for long. He held her hand even tighter as they moved through the circles of people. She smiled at any familiar faces, but other than that, she stayed perfectly content.

They made it toward the bar where Smokey ordered them both a couple of beers. Ava was distracted as she noticed Kinky sitting in the corner. It wasn’t the man himself that captured her attention, but what he was doing. He had a woman on her knees before him, worshipping his cock.

Ava saw the way Kinky had wrapped the woman’s hair in a fist and used the grip he had to control her.

Both of her hands were on his knees and Kinky guided his cock in deep. She noticed he slowed as the woman began to gag but that didn’t seem to stop him. He took his time and stared at the woman. A communication clearly happening between the two that she wasn’t privy to.

“He wants her to swallow his entire dick,” Smokey said.

She whirled around. “He does?”

“You’re looking a little flustered there.”

She looked at Kinky then back at Smokey. “But she’s … gagging.” She leaned in to whisper the last part.

“And it what makes it all the more fun.” Smokey winked at her. “You’re like a virgin, did you know that?”

Ava shook her head. “I’m not.”

“No, I’ve taken care of it, but you act like you’ve never seen a good blowjob.”

“I’ve seen them. Never in person, but on the internet.” She waved her hand in the air trying to brush the subject over, but Smokey wasn’t having any of it.

“You’ve watched porn?”

“Don’t, Smokey. Come on. You know I have. Don’t embarrass me.”

He chuckled, and with his hand still on hers, he tugged her close until she had no choice but to be body-to-body to him. He placed her hand over the back of his neck. “I have no intention of doing that, but you see, knowing my woman loves to watch porn. It turns me on.”

“I haven’t watched it since we … you know.”

“Fucked.”

“Yes.”

“You can say the words, babe. It’s not a bad thing.” The hand on her ass had her heart rate speeding up. The bar, the couples, the blatant sex that was going on around her, it all faded away until all that remained was the two of them.

“Fuck,” she said.

“I shouldn’t like that as much as I do.” He took possession of her lips, and she closed her eyes. The hand on her ass moved down until it grazed the bottom of her skirt. She let him go to release a moan.

“We need to get ourselves a seat,” he said.

Before too long, he’d grabbed both of their beers and led her across the main room. There was a spare seat in the corner, and Smokey took it. She was about to sit opposite him, but he grabbed her hand, tugging her so she had no choice but to collapse against him.

“People will see,” she said, seeing his intention.

“Do I look like a man who gives a fuck?” He tugged her a little harder and she had no choice but to follow, moving her thighs to either side of his as he gripped her hips tightly. The skirt she wore rode up, and she quickly pressed her face against his shoulder. Smokey wasn’t having any of that.

He wrapped his hand around her hair and gave it a tug, forcing her to lift up, which she did.

“I want to see your face.”

“Smokey?”

“I’ve got you. The club doesn’t give a fuck, and if they do, they can look away or blow themselves. I don’t care. This is a party, and I want my woman seated on my dick. Is that so hard?” He circled his finger. “This doesn’t matter. Forget about all of them. It’s me you should be focused on. No one else.”

She cried out as his hands returned to her hips and he thrust up. His cock was close to her pussy. The flimsy panties she wore provided zero protection above his denim-covered cock.

“That’s right. You know you want me, Ava. Stop fighting it.”

She wasn’t fighting it, but as he broke down her walls, she no longer cared when his hand touched her pussy. At first, he rubbed her across the fabric of her panties, then he slid a finger beneath and started to work on her clit. She whimpered as he took her clit between his fingers and gave it a squeeze before using both fingers to massage on either side. She sank her teeth into her lip as the moans threatened to erupt from inside her.

He wasn’t happy with that as he moved down to plunder inside her.

“Please,” she said.

“I don’t want you to be silent, babe. Give it all to me. Forget the club. Only focus on me. It’s what I want.”

He slammed two fingers knuckles deep within her, making her cry out from the sheer pleasure of his touch. Smokey made her forget everything. She loved being with him. He didn’t put any controls on either of them. They were both free.

Ava knew she was falling for the man, but she also didn’t care. He was everything she ever wanted and then some more.

****

Smokey didn’t really care for exhibitionism, but when it came to Ava, he couldn’t help but feel the desire to push her. Her ex had kept her trapped in the same toxic cycle for ten years. Even though she wasn’t a virgin, she certainly acted like it.

He wanted to break down her walls, to show her the desirable woman she was beneath. How she didn’t need her husband or anyone else to tell her how to live her life or how to be. All she needed was to enjoy fucking.

Nothing was off the table for him. She could have everything her heart desired. Especially when she chose to use him to get it.

He added a third finger, spreading her pussy wide, and she gasped. Her eyes closed, and this time, he allowed it as her attention was on him.

In and out, he worked her cunt, using his thumb to graze across her clit. The music for the most part drowned out everything that was happening in the club. She didn’t get to see the woman spread out on the pool table, with a line of men.

Smokey didn’t care what she thought as she rode his fingers.

When he knew she was close, he pulled his fingers from her core, and her eyes opened. With her gaze on him, he took each digit into his mouth and sucked her cream right off. “So delicious.”

“Why did you stop?” she asked.

“I want my cock inside you when you come.”

She glanced behind his back and he pinched her nipple, drawing her gaze. “Ouch.”

“Me. That’s who you have to look at. Just me.”

She nodded her head. The nipple he pinched was hard.

Over the white shirt, he took her bud into his mouth, sucking hard.

“Please.”

He eased back from her and released the zip of his jeans. Pulling out his erect cock without hurting himself took some patience, but he got it done. He moved Ava over him, and with her panties to one side, he ran the tip through her slit, coating the head of his cock in her arousal.

Gripping the cheek of her ass, he moved her until she was right over his length. As he stared into her eyes, he slowly got her to lower herself down until she began to take him, inch by inch.

Fuck!

He loved it when he wasn’t wearing a condom. Ava was so tight and her pussy was so wet. She was a woman designed for taking cock, and he relished it. Craved it. She moaned his name, and when there was enough of his length inside her, he grabbed both of her hips and tugged her down until he was balls deep inside her.

Her hands went to his shoulders and he smiled.

“Now that is a fucking party,” he said.

Ava went to look behind her, and he captured her face. “No, not what is happening there. What is happening between us.” He thrust up inside her and she cried out. “See. Fucking perfection.”

He went from her hips to the curves of her ass. Lifting her up, he began to rock her on his cock, getting her to take more of him.

The way she moaned his name was so fucking perfect.

“Show me your tits, Ava,” he said.

Her hands went to the front of her shirt and started to work the buttons open. The white lace bra he’d gotten her to wear made his cock pulse even deeper, which had her moaning for more.

“That’s right, babe. Now, slide the cups beneath your tits.”

She was such a good girl, doing as she was told. He moved one of his hands to the back of her neck, pulling her down to kiss her lips. She cupped his face as he slammed up inside her pussy.

Ava started to work on his cock, and he broke the kiss, lifting her up so that he could suck on one of her perfect nipples. Taking one into his mouth, he held her in place with his hands, keeping her still as he devoted a good amount of time to one tit, then moving onto the next. He pushed them both together and proceeded to bite each one, loving her gasps and the sounds she made.

His balls ached.

Smokey let go of her breasts, showing her a pace and rhythm that brought them both pleasure. Up and down, dancing on his dick as he worked himself inside her.

She moaned his name and he felt his own orgasm close.

He used all of his force, drawing her down on his length until with one final thrust, he closed his eyes and spilled every single drop of his cum within her. He didn’t have the energy to pull out, and the truth was, he didn’t want to. They were both clean, and pregnancy was a risk, but at that moment, he really didn’t give a fuck.

All he cared about was coming deeply. Marking her as his own in front of the entire club.

He was aware women looked at her with envy. How the guys were shocked. He rarely took a woman in front of anyone, especially not like this. Any of the club pussy were free game to his men.

Ava was off-limits.

No one could see anything. It was why he’d been careful in picking this spot and the clothes he’d purchased for her.

He wanted everything to be perfect, and when it came to Ava, she was turning into everything. His men still doubted her integrity, but he didn’t. He knew this woman. She was sweet, kind, and cared about everyone but herself. He’d even seen the way she’d been with the club. They weren’t giving her an easy time of it, but she wasn’t doing anything for herself.

Knowing everything he did about her in the short amount of time he’d actually known her, she’d found a family she’d been searching for in him and the club.

Ava wasn’t going to like this life.

In time, he was going to have to cut her loose. Each time he planned to, he’d look at her smiling face and the truth was, he didn’t want to. The club had to come first. It was the motto he lived by. It was why no one challenged his leadership. But that didn’t stop him from wanting Ava.

Many nights in her bed, he’d lain awake just watching her. It was messed up. He never shared a bed with a woman. In the past, before Ava, he’d kicked them right out as he had no interest in them being there.

Ava was different. She was the kind of woman he wanted.

He slid out of her pussy, returning the fabric of her panties over.

“My cum is going to be spilling out of your cunt, baby,” he said. He leaned in close and brushed his lips across hers. He eased his cock back inside his jeans. “Let’s dance.”

Ava had already put her shirt back to right.

Her face was bright red as he sipped his beer. She did the same and then he took her hand, leading her onto the dance floor.

He pulled her into his arms, and she rested her head against his chest. Smokey wrapped both arms around her, resting his face on the top of her head. Even with the heels she wore, she wasn’t as tall as him.

He held her still against him. Stroking his fingers in her hair, he kissed the top of her head.

Brothers were watching him as if he’d lost his mind. He didn’t give a flying fuck what any of them thought.

With Ava draped over him, he felt complete, and he didn’t know what that was all about. Women were to be used, not enjoyed like this. Ava had blown his world apart, and he loved it.

Ava lifted her head. “The woman on the pool table. Does she enjoy it?”

Smokey didn’t bother pretending he didn’t know what she was talking about. “She wouldn’t be there if she didn’t. The women here want to fuck as many men as possible. It’s what they want. In the morning, you’ll hear them bragging about how many patches they took.”

She nibbled on her lip. “I only want yours.”

He smiled. “Babe, I’ll kill any man that comes near you. That’s a fucking promise.”

She rested her head back on his shoulder and he kissed the top of her head. Glancing across the club, he caught sight of Ugly Beast, who raised his beer glass in his direction. He nodded but didn’t say or do anything else.

They stayed for several dances, a couple more beers, and a round of pool. He’d laughed when she’d wriggled her nose at the thought of playing on the same table people had fucked on. The club knew the rules. They could fuck anywhere, but clean it all up after. He didn’t need to have dirty cum drops on his table. Finally, after several hours of partying, and her meeting a couple of the guys from different chapters, he took her to his bedroom in the clubhouse.

He slept on the main floor right in the back. Whenever there was a problem, he wanted to be the first on the scene.

Within seconds, he had her clothes off and bent over the desk. He spread her ass and stared down at her tight little asshole.

Cupping her pussy, he felt his cum inside her, and it only served to arouse him more. As he gripped his cock, he didn’t see a need to put on a condom after filling her pussy for a second time. He held her hips within his grasp and slid in long and deep. They both cried out at the out-of-this-world pleasure.

Her tight cunt fluttered around his dick, and once he was as deep as he could go, he closed his eyes, relishing the pleasure for a few short seconds.

Then, he began to move, watching her take all of him. He spread her asshole and teased between the globes of her ass, working her anus. She let out a gasp, but he wasn’t done with her.

He pressed against her asshole. She wasn’t wet enough, and leaning over, he released a trail of saliva across her anus, coating his fingers in it and pushing his finger into her asshole. She tensed up, and to help distract her, he pounded inside her, hearing her startled gasp. So pretty.

“Let me inside, babe,” he said.

He worked his finger into her ass, then used a second one to stretch her out.

“If you’ve watched porn, then you’ve had to have watched a good anal scene. They’re fucking incredible.” He groaned and started to work more of his fingers into her asshole, going deep and hard, stretching her. “One day soon, this asshole is going to be mine, Ava. I’m going to enjoy fucking it and making it so. You want that, don’t you? You want to belong to me in every single way imaginable?”

“Yes!”

“Good.”

He was so close to orgasm. He removed his fingers from her asshole, grabbed her hips, and pounded inside her, wanting to fill her so completely. Fucking her harder with every passing second. This time, as his orgasm built, he reached between her legs and stroked her clit, getting her off at the same time as he did. He didn’t pull out. He slammed in deep, flooding her cunt with more of his cum.