MC Scars (Broken Demons MC #3)

Chapter 3 - Scar

I look over my body in the mirror, this outfit is the best money I ever spent, it's made me a lot more than it cost. I apply some dark red lipstick and head over to my bag to grab my heels and slip them on. I head out of the motel and to the bar I spotted next door, the name of the game is simple, I sit there all cute and innocent, a guy comes over and I flirt, I say I want to play pool but I'm not very good, they offer to teach me and then I joke a bet and wipe the floor with them, taking all their cash. Men are stupid, it's too easy.

I was half way through winning when I turned around and spotted him, Knuckles, man I want him under me. I winked at him before turning back to the game at hand, making sure to wiggle my ass just a little bit more for his benefit.

"Bitch you hustled me." The dude says as I take his money and secure it in my bra

"I guess you just taught me well" I say feigning innocence, he grabs my wrist and pulls me to him but before he can do anything I twist out of his hold, grip his arm and spin him onto his knees

"Now now, play nicely or not at all." I say as he groans at the pain I'm producing in his arm, keep pushing me and I'll snap the fucker I think to myself. He relents and I let go before heading to the bar

"Hey, can I get a double?" I ask the cute redhead girl behind the bar and she smiles before pouring my drink

"Put it on my tab" I hear that familiar masculine voice of Knuckles behind me

"No, I got it" I say to the barmaid as he approaches behind me, I feel him there but I don't turn and look

"I still don't know your name" he says into my ear, I move back slightly and grind my ass against his jeans

"I know" I reply as he groans, his arm wraps around my waist and I flip my hair to the side, turning to see him behind me

"How bout I take you for a ride?" He asks, his lips against my ear

"After what I saw of your arm this morning I think I'll stay away from your riding skills" I smirk and his grip tightens on me, I turn in his hold and look up to find his lips only inches away, his soft, thick lips, pink against the blackness of his beard, I lean up and take his bottom lip between my teeth

"Come with me." I whisper taking his hand and leading him through the bar to the ladies room, classy I know, but I don't care. I'm not taking him back to my motel room cos then I'll either have to kick him out or there will be an awkward morning after. I check the stalls and lock the door when I find its clear.

I push him up against the counter and our lips crash together, his tongue forcing my lips open to gain access. Our tongues fight for dominance as his hands run down my body before lifting my shirt over my head, his lips travel to my neck and the contrast between his soft lips and rough beard has my core melting. I push his cut off his shoulders before pulling his shirt over his head and run my fingers over his solid abs.

I grab him by his belt and push him into the stall sitting him down, his hands pull the straps for my bra down and his lips find my nipple, I moan loudly as he bites it. While his mouth works my nipples his hands slide up my thighs, under my skirt to my panties, he hooks his fingers around them and pulls them down, I step out of them before pushing him back and bending down, I rip open the buttons on his jeans and reach into his boxers freeing his solid cock, damn. My hands work the shaft as I lick the tip and I smile as he groans, his hands moving into my hair, I take him into my mouth fully as he releases a loud grunt. I move my head up and down as he thrusts into my mouth, groaning loudly until he pulls me back

"I won't last if you keep doing that." He growls and reaches into his pocket for a condom, I take it from him and roll it down his cock. Without giving him chance to act I lift my skirt up to my waist and manoeuvre over him, lowering myself onto him slowly, I moan as he fills me completely

"Fuck" he groans as I begin lifting myself up and down on him, rolling my hips. He grips my ass and helps me move quicker on him, I grab his shoulders as I ride him, feeling the pressure build heading for my orgasm. I squeal as he picks me up and slams me against the wall and wrap my legs around his waist. He slams into me mercilessly as I moan loudly

"I'm gonna..." is all I can get out before my orgasm hits me like a train and I bite his shoulder as I moan, my body spasming against his. His thrusts become uneven as he reaches his own climax and groans into my neck. We take a minute to catch our breath before he lowers me to my feet. I pick up my panties and slip them back on, slip my bra back into place and step out of the stall in search of my shirt

"You gonna tell me your name now?" He asks fastening his belt

"Scar" I reply as I check my make up in the mirror

"What kinda name is Scar?" He asks grabbing his shirt

"What kind of name is Knuckles?" I ask smoothing down my hair. I smile before unlocking the door and walking back out into the bar. I pay my tab and head out to my motel room.