The Thunder Wolves MC - Stone (Book #7)

9

Dominic

Stone and I spent every evening and night talking either over the phone or through text. It was like we never ran out of things to talk about. And best of all, he didn’t seem bored when it came to me talking about all the things I was into. It wasn’t like with any other guys I had been with. Most guys I was into weren’t into the science stuff that I was. But Stone seemed interested. He was even engaged in the conversations and asking questions when he didn’t understand.

On the other hand, I listened to him. Over the week, he grew more frustrated with a good number of the MC guys who seemed to continue to obsess about his biological father. Even after telling all of them, he didn’t care to know. I got it, and I understood where they were coming from. He did look an awful lot like Knuckles. And knowing Knuckles as well as I did from growing up with his daughters, I knew he would be pissed that he didn’t know he had a son. I also know he would have never allowed his son to live the life that Stone had lived. He was a good guy and would want to be a part of his son’s life. But I also understood Stone’s side of things. He grew up without his father, and the two that he did know had not exactly shown him the best side of things. The first one walked out on him and his mom. And the second is the reason he was in prison. So I understood not wanting to know and dealing with the chance of being rejected by yet another father. I knew if the guys were all correct and Knuckles was, in fact, his father, he wouldn’t have to worry about that. But why get his hopes up only to find out they were all wrong.

By the time Friday night rolled around, he was ready to get away, even for a couple of hours. He couldn’t go far, but he still wanted to go for a ride and get away for a bit. So I suggested we meet up and drive out of town and go to a restaurant in the next town over for dinner. This idea seemed to excite him, and he was all for it. In no time, I was parking my car outside the autobody shop. And we were pulling out of the parking lot on his motorcycle. Now I wasn’t new to the whole riding on a motorcycle.

However, I was new to riding on the back of one. So climbing on behind Stone was a first for me. And I quickly found I enjoyed the feel of it. It felt natural to ride behind him, with my hands resting on his sides as the wind wiped by us. It felt good actually and was something I know I would enjoy doing again. And just like that, the ride was over with all too soon. The only thing that made up for that was our dinner went just as well as our last. The both of us having fun and enjoying being with each other. And then, just as if I made a wish, we were back on his bike and driving back towards his place. Pulling his bike up along the side of the building. Both of us climbing off. I was sure he would end this date the same as he did the last. Him telling me goodnight and the both of us going our separate ways. But that wasn’t what happened. Instead, he took my hand in his, and he moved towards the stairs. And I didn’t resist. 

Fallowing him up the stairs and into his tiny apartment, I hesitated as I walked through the door. Stopping a few feet inside the darkroom. I had been up here before when Gears lived in this very apartment and knew there weren’t many options when it came to how to set the space up. So I wasn’t at all surprised he had things set up almost exactly the same as Gears had had it. No, I hesitated because the room was pitch black, and I couldn’t see anything at first. As my eyes adjusted, the door behind me closed. Turning, I found him standing only inches away. His cut was already removed and placed over the back of one of the chairs nearby. Both of us moving at the same time. We closed the small distance between us, our mouths finding each other. Pushing him back, I went to pin him to the door as I took advantage of him, but he was faster than I was. Flipping us around and pushing my back against the very door I aimed to have his back to. His body pressed against mine, his excitement evident. Both of us moaning at the same time as our bodies pushed closer together, and we could both feel each other’s excitement pressing into each other, begging to be free of the clothes that separated us. Our hands moved at the same time. His moving up my body pushing my shirt up. Mine moving around him, gripping his ass, pulling him impossibly closer. 

Moving quickly, he pulled my shirt up and over my head. Only breaking our kiss for half a second before claiming my mouth again. My hands gripped his hips, moving us away from the door. The both of us moved simultaneously as I backed him across the room to his bed. Just before we reached the bed, he turned us around again, placing the bed behind me and changing our direction, so I moved backward until we reached the bed. Both of us falling onto the bed. His arms moving out to the sides, catching himself before he landed with all his weight on me. With my back on the bed, he moved his lips from mine, moving down my body, taking his time as he hovered over me. His hands moving to my pants as his mouth moved down my chest. His fingers grazing over my erect p***s as he removed my pants and boxers at the same time. Lifting up he shifted off the bed as he pulled my pants the rest of the way off me, removing my shoes at the same time. Everything being discarded on the floor. Standing, his eyes moved over my body, only for a moment then he was moving again. He removed his shirt and kicked his boots off, leaving them in the ever-growing pile of discarded clothes on the floor. Climbing back on the bed, he hovered over me again. Leaning down, he used one hand to hold himself up over me. His other he wrapped around my shaft as his mouth moved over the head. Moaning, I couldn’t help but lay back completely on the bed as he worked me farther into him. 

It didn’t take him long, and I was already releasing into the back of his throat, keeping me in his mouth until I was completely empty before he slowly released me. Just as slowly, he moved his mouth back up my body. When he reached my neck, I pushed from underneath, flipping us over. My hands moved to his pants, instantly discarding them. He was f*****g magnificent. His muscles were well defined, more so than mine are. I am not as well built as he is. I also am not a large guy. His muscles were well defined. A deep v guiding the way to his large thick c**k. I wasted no time in returning the favor, moving over him and taking him in as far as I could into my mouth. With one hand, I moved over the part of his shaft I couldn’t get into my mouth. On the downstrokes, I ran my fingers over his balls, making him moan each time. My other hand, I ran over his well-defined muscles.