Xsyntrix

The smell of salt and sand fill the air, thick and heavy, like a woman wearing too much perfume. The sound of waves crashing against the beach, water slapping loudly, colliding with one another as the store brews in the sky. The clouds darken, becoming thick and gray as lightning strikes and thunder booms. The wind whistles as it rushes through the leaves on the palm trees, shaking their entire being, threatening to send them toppling over. Another crack of lightning, followed by the piercing sound of thunder, that starts as a low rumble, building up enough to cause the bars patrons to jump in surprise. Chuckles and grumbles are heard throughout the bar.

Ghosts eyes scan the wide expanse of X-Syntrix. Women dolled up, dressed to impress hover about, chatting with one another. Men of all types are chatting amongst one another, some playing pool, others on the prowl, looking for a beautiful woman to bed tonight. There is joyous laughter and shouting rising above the sounds of the beach and the storm. Although tonight he was just the bouncer, he was able to mingle and entertain himself. Thankfully the storm had picked up so he could sit inside instead of out front where it was becoming increasingly obvious the rain wouldn't be letting up anytime soon.

The bell above the door rings, alerting him of a newcomer. A woman with curled, dark black hair and ruby red lips enters, sending every eye to her direction. A black dress clings to her body like a second skin, hugging her perfect curves in a way that should be illegal. Her eyes scan the room, landing on Ghost, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. Emerald green, stunning and unique. Thick eyelashes and hooded lids cause such s seductive and alluring appearance. She rummages through her purse and pulls out her ID. Reality hits him like the eaves crashing outside. She's trying to get his attention to gain entry.

With a clear of his throat he takes the card from her with a sloppy and awkward grin on his face. Eliza Quinn is her name. Birthday is September 2nd 1996. She's 6 years younger than him. "Welcome to Xsyntrix, Miss Eliza." His voice is deep, almost a growl, which probably explains the way her back straightens and her tongue darts out nervously to wet her lips. She offers him a quick nod of her head and a skittish smile before putting her ID away. "Thank you..." She trails off and he isn't certain if she's asking his name or trying to end the conversation. He offers it anyways. "You can call me Ghost." He gestures to his leather biker cut where a name badge resides in the top corner over his heart.

Eliza looks taken aback at first, realizing now what he is, but she nods with a smile. "Ghost it is then." Before he could speak another word, she was crossing the bar headed to the bartender for a drink. He watched her walk away, backside swaying beautifully, causing a stir in his jeans. His jaw clentched, teeth clacking together as he exhaled through his nostrils. What a woman. Not many like that wade through this sand filled, beach side bar. She definitely isn't a local. He knows most people that shuffle through. She's more than likely a tourist. One he might see a handful of times before he becomes just another distant memory. Oahu gets so many tourists this time of year. People flitter in with their daddy's credit card or their husbands black card. Military brats in their 20s still living at home, or military wives looking for fun while their husbands are deployed.

Eliza didn't seem like a military wife, not with the way she held herself. She seemed confident in the way she walked across the bar like it wasn't filled to the brim with bikers and riffraff. Even now she seemed to assure of herself as she leaned forward, beautiful bottom stuck straight out for wandering eyes, as she so clearly flirted with Ryder. The smirk on his face and the hardy laugh made it all too apparent Ghost, nor any other man in this bar had any chance with her. Not with Ryder around. Who could blame her? His brother in arms is a looker. Jet black hair braided down the back, tanned skin from his Native bloodline, tattoos covering his arms and chest, creeping up his throat. A piercing in his left eyebrow and through the center of his lip. Muscles that demanded fear and obedience.

Ghost let out a chuckle, bitter but happy for his buddy. Ghost was just as built as Ryder, but was lacking in the tanned skin. He was quite pale, hence the nickname. Pale skin, dark brown eyes that appear almost black, his hair is shaggy, almost to his shoulders and ebony black. A tattoo covers his throat, a death heads moth with its wings spread to the sides. He has sleeve tattoos hidden under his cut and a chinese dragon creeping over the left side of his torso, covering his ribs. He was shorter than Ryder by about 6inches, but still just as intimidating. However, when it came to women, Ryder definitely drew the most attention. Being the bartender has it perks. Getting to listen to the birds chirp on about their woes and grabbing comfort from him. Lucky guy.

The rain begins to thunder against the roof, louder and more aggressively than before. Thunder booms so loudly and violently it knocks the electricity right off. Gasps and chatter raises up, people checking their phones, some turning on their flashlights to see. A voice booms, speaking out above the rest. Drifter, the bike club leader. "What a storm, huh folks?" Voices rise up in agreement at his question. He laughs loudly and speaks once more. "Well now, I guess we're gonna be doing this old school. I have some candles in the back and we can get us a weather report pulled up on my tablet. Let's see what we're dealing with, yeah?" Another round of agreements, mostly excited that the bar isn't closing down.

Ghosts brothers begin lighting up candles and some wall mounted torches. Thank the Gods for Drifters love of Victorian goth aesthetic. Once the lights are back on, he props up his tablet with a portal charger plugged in and uses hotspot from his phone to check the weather report. "It seems we have a violent tropical storm going on. Not safe to be driving in. The way I see it, you folks can best the storm or stick it out here and party old school." Not a single soul moves towards the door. Not even the tourists. Everyone is enchanted by Drifter taking charge. The man demands control. More so than any other in Phoenix biker club. Ryder grabs his Bluetooth speaker from behind the bar and makes quick work of getting music playing for the patrons.

Once more the patrons are dancing around, laughing, drinking and acting as if nothing ever happened. Ghost spares a glance out the door at the madness and realizes he can relax. Not a soul dares to face this weather to show up. As he approaches the bar a familiar voice hits his ears like silk brushing over his rough skin. "This happen a lot here?" Dark eyes shift to meet the face of the beautiful woman from before. Ryder places a rum and coke down in front of Ghost, earning a nod and grunt from him. "Not too much, but we're pretty prepared for it." She takes a seat next to him and hums out a response. His eyes sneak a glance over her face in the low light from the candles. By the Allfather, could Eliza be more attractive? Ghost lets out a breath he hadn't noticed he had been holding.

Eliza shifts her gaze and catches him staring, her lips twice into a smirk and she clears her throat. "See something you like?" Her lips mimic her own and he offers a swift nod. "Absolutely." Just to prove his point he gives her a long, intentional once over. A soft laughs escapes her throat as she brushes her hair behind her ear. "Likewise." She says just loud enough for him to hear it. Her hand moves towards him, gently resting on his forearm. "Very much so." She reiterates, her voice a purr as she strokes the muscles. Ghost is taken aback by her brazen actions. Most women who throw themselves at bikers are drunken sluts wanting a quick rough and rowdy in the sheets, but this woman, she isn't dome drunk just trying to throw herself at him. She is confident and simply knows what she wants.

Her eyes search his, pearly white teeth sinking into her bottom lip before she wets it with her tongue. The action is so normal, but the effect it has on Ghost is violent. His cock springs to life behind his jeans and he grunts softly. "The storm, it's quite loud. So are the people. Is there perhaps a more.. Private, room?" Ghost all but groans at her request. There's no way this beautiful woman is insinuating what his brain is screaming at him, right? He glances around the room, eyes landing on Shy. He calls for him and whispers something in his ear. Shy's smirk says everything as he disappears behind the bar. Ghost had sent him to light up some candles in the office so they could see, and also to relieve him of his duties for a bit.

Shy returns a bit later and gives Ghost a nod. "Come with me little lady." He offers his arm to her, leading her through the crow of people then behind the bar. The rest of his brothers seem to be busy so they shouldn't be bothered. He pushes open the door to the office area where all of their meetings are done. With a gentle close of the door he stands before her with lust bubbling up in his gaze. Hers are just as dark as his and the look on her face is so sexy and erotic. His heartbeat is pounding, his cock so full of blood. "So, what is it you wanted to discuss?" His voice is dark, yet playful. He's as still as a stone statue, daring her to make the first move. Eliza grins wickedly as she takes a seat on the desk. Her eyes tracing over his hardened body. All muscles and heat.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, a nervous habit, he is now realizing. "Well, you see Ghost, I have this little problem." He leans lazily against the door, watching her with curious intent. "Oh? What problem can I be of assistance with?" Without another word she leans down and slips her feet out of the black, red bottom heels, then slides down her sheer black stockings. She places them on the chair next to the desk then looks back up at him. "You see, the problem is, I am really," she pauses, leaning back against the desk she slides up her dress enough to link her fingers through her lacy underwear, slowly sliding them down her long legs. "fucking," another pause as she steps out of them, placing them in the pile, before looking back at him, "horny." The last word she would say before he lost control.

Ghost grunts loudly and quickly crosses the room to stand before her. His eyes never leave hers as he drops to his and groans loudly. He takes hold of her left leg and kisses her calf. His lips move upwards, tongue darting out to slide up her inner thigh. He leaves a quick nibble, then tucks her leg over his shoulder. She locks the leg behind his head as his nose meets her bare, moist core. He inhales her scent and groans once more. His tongue darts out, sliding over the lips causing a whimper to leave her throat. His hand slides up, fingers parting the folds and he presses his tongue flat against the red head, lapping at her like a thirsty wolf drinking water from a lake. Her thighs squeeze together around his head and he smirks against her.

Slowly he presses a finger against her cunt, sliding it over the slick opening to wet the appendage, before pressing the tip to her opening, sliding it all the way inside of her body. Her muscles tighten around his finger as he begins to pump it in and out while he tastes her sweet juices, now dripping out around her lips. She's moaning, her head thrown back, eyes closed as she tries to keep herself on the desk as a second finger is slid inside to the knuckles. Her curls his fingers, stroking against her sweet spot and she lets out a wanton moan. Her body shaking as her becomes her undoing. The sounds she produces causes an animalistic feeling to tear through his body and within moments he's on his feet.

His fingers pop the button on his jeans and jerk the zipper of his jeans down. His hands tug down his boxers, his large, swollen, leaking cock springing free. Standing proudly before her, tempting and teasing her. His restraint is wavering as she gawks at him with the most erotic gaze. A whimper leaves her throat and he loses all the composure he had left. "Fuck me." She strains out through ground teeth. Ghost quickly grips at her hips, standing her up. Her arms loop around his neck as he lifts her into the air. Her legs wrap tightly around his waist as he presses her back against the wall. "Ready for me?" Her purrs out in her ear, a violent shiver wracks her body and she whimpers, her head nodding. "Yes."

With that, he pulls back slightly, his large chest keeping her pinned to the wall as he lines his cock up with the entrance to her dripping cunt. The head of his thick cock slowly eases inside, stretching her muscles and ripping a moan from her lips. Her nails dig into his shoulders as his hips buck forward. As he becomes fully sheathed inside of her, he hesitates for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his size. Her lips meet his throat, teeth sinking into the flesh harshly. With that he pulls back, slipping back to his tip before driving deep inside of her. His movements are rough, violent, claiming. His body demands her body take every inch. Demands that she will be screaming for him. A wicked promise that he plans to keep as his thrusts become long and hard, from tip to base, base to tip.

Her eyes are squeezed shut as her body shatters around him. Her first orgasm being ripped from her. Her stomach tightens, muscles contract, her hand races up to cover her mouth, muffling the scream she cannot hold back as she cums. Harder than she ever thought she could. Her legs are shaking, body going limp in his arms as white hot heat rips through her core. Her forehead rests between his shoulder and chin as her breathing comes out in gasps. "Ah ah. I am not done with you yet, Eliza." Her growls in her ear as his hips jerk, slamming into her once more. A moan rips through her throat and she becomes more alert. His left hand gathers her wrists above her head, holding them together, pinning her, owning her as he takes her sweet cunt.

She's a mess of moans, gasps and half sentences and words. "Yes, fuck, ah!" Is about all Eliza can manage as this beast of a man rips her apart from the inside. His cock rock hard and violently claiming her as his own. Another orgasm is building up. She is close. So fucking close. Right as she is about to cum for the second time, the door is pushed open. A man is laughing as he enters the room. "Hey Gh-, shit, my bad." Ryder. Ghost knows that voice so well. A smirk appears on his lips, one that Eliza can see so well with just the candlelight. Instead of telling Ryder to leave he chuckles darkly. "All good, man. Did you need something?" Eliza looks baffled as she stares up at his wicked grin. His hips slam forward, driving so deep she feels like her womb contracted.

She hears the door click shut, but can't see where Ryder is. She hears the shuffling of feet though so she knows he's still in the room with them. "Nah, that's not important right anymore. We can discuss it later." Another quick thrust of his hips rips a loud moan from her throat. One she tried so hard to hold back. How could he be okay with Ryder in the room? Although, the thought of Ryder seeing her like this brought a weird feeling to her stomach. A sexy, lust filled feeling. One she's never had before. Ghost presses his lips to her ear and chuckles darkly. "You're somehow more wet than before. You like the audience don't you?" Her voice is raspy, but the feeling in her gut as she whispers out a "Yes." Tells her just how much she enjoys it.

With that, Ghost turns then around, holding tightly onto her thighs as her leans his back against the wall, fucking her hard and deep for Ryder to see. Ryder groans loudly as his fingers find the button of his jeans. He quickly pulls his zipper down and kicks off his shoes. His jeans and boxers come next. Moments pass and Ryder is right behind her. His hand moving her hair to the side so she can see as much of him as she can in the candlelight. "Fuck, you're so sexy. Mind if I touch?" Heat fills her cheeks but she whimpers out a "Please?" Ryder groans as his hands start to finger her bottom, massaging the thick globe while Ghost slowly thrusts in and out of her sweet cunt. Ghost groans as Ryder reaches lower, his hand fondling Ghosts sack and giving it a light squeeze. "Fuck."

Ryder chuckles deeply. "Gods I love that sound." The reality of the situation hits Eliza hard and fast. They've been together. Or shared a woman before at least. Fuck, that idea burns through her body like a wildfire. Somewhere in the lust filled euphoria she gains confidence. She frees herself from the mans grasp and steps her feet down onto the floor. She's wobbly, but trying her best to stand tall. "Lay down." She purrs out, eyes taking in all of Ryder. All the hard muscles and broad shoulders, his long weeping cock. His is much longer than Ghosts but not nearly as thick. He's beautiful and all man. But he does as she says and within moments, she straddling his waist. She quickly lines up the tip of his cock and impales herself down onto him.

Ryder thighs tense up at how quickly she takes all of him down. Her tight cunt squeezing him like a vice. She's dripping with her juices and fuck, she smells so good. Her moans are sweet and fill the empty space as she rides him. His eyes are glazed with lust. His hand reaches up to gesture for Ghost to come closer. Ghost drops to his knees, his legs on either side of Ryders. His hands grab hold of Eliza's breasts, squeezing and rolling the sweet buds between his fingers. Her moans are delicious and erotic. Ghosts lips breathe out against her ear with a low growl. "I'm going to enter you now. Are you ready?" Panic rises up in her chest as she glances back at him. "Enter me?" Ryder laughs below her and pulls her down on top of his chest. Giving Ghost a beautiful view of her plump ass.

Ghost moans softly as massages her sweet, beautiful globes. As he slips a finger into her sweet pussy beside Ryders hard cock, stretching her even further. Her moans and whimpers become erratic. Her pussy feels so good. Ryder lifts her hips, making her pussy squeeze around just the tip of his cock. Ghost lines himself up next to her cunt hole and pushes forward. The guys both grip onto her, Ryder holding her waist, Ghost holding her hips as they both grunt loudly, pushing inside of her pussy together. The stretch is painful, yet pleasurable. It's something Eliza had never felt before. Her insides feel too full. "I-it's too much!" She cries out, but her moans and throbbing cunt say otherwise. "Be calm, baby girl. You're going to feel amazing soon." Ryder rasps in her ear.

Her breathing becomes even more erratic. Ghost slides out, then pushes back into her. Then Ryder snaps his hips upwards, driving into her pussy alongside Ghost. Their shafts rubbing against one another, ripping moans from both guys. "Fuck, I'm going to cum if you keep moving like that." Ryder cries out as Ghost begins to pump inside of her viciously. Her nails dig into his chest leaving marks. Ghost grins wickedly and leans forward, rutting into her like a dog in heat. His left hand wraps around Ryders throat, squeezing tightly. He wraps his arm around her shoulders and grips her throat as well. Cutting off their airflow as he fucks her stupid. She's losing all control of her body, her world is starting to blur before her eyes, Ryder is groaning as his hips snap erratically. "Fuck, cumming!" She hisses out as her orgasm teara through her pussy, liquid splashing across her thighs. This wasn't a normal orgasm. No, this was so much worse. A blush spreads out across her cheeks, staining her throat and chest.

Fuck, she squirted. The idea alone is enough to send Ryder into a manic state of euphoria. His own release quickly following herself as he shoots cum deep inside of her cunt, soaking Ghosts cock and her insides. Ghost feels his balls tighten, rising up as cum squirts from the tip of his cock, painting her insides as they all become a panting mess. His dick starts to soften inside of her and he shivers. He eases his cock out and groans softly as he gets to his feet. He helps her up off of Ryders lap and wraps his arms around her. He can tell she's struggling to stand on her own. Their cum slides down her inner thighs, a mess of thick, white mess. He grabs Kleenex from off the desk and hands it to her with her a dark grin. "Fuck, that's hot."

As Ryder gets to his feet and starts to pull his clothes on a smirk appears on his face. He gives her ass a nice smack. "Yes it is. Gods damn, why don't you just leave it there?" He reaches between her thighs from behind and slips two fingers into her, teasing her cum stained walls. A moan escapes her lips and she leans into his shoulder. "F-fuck." Ghost laughs and kisses her forehead. "Ryder, give the girl a break or she won't make it home tonight." A laugh leaves his lips as he retracts his fingers from inside of her. He slips the fingers into his mouth and moans at the taste of their cum all mixed together. "Fine, for now. Later though, I need to taste her."

As they all exit the office room, hair a mess, bite marks, bodily fluids and scratches on their skin, they glance around hoping to not be noticed. The patrons are laughing and chatting, lights still off as the storm rages on. The music from the Bluetooth speaker is still playing, the smell of alcohol, salt and sand still fills the air, and the passing moment in the office room had indeed gone unnoticed. But how would Eliza ever recover from this moment? Would she end up being their plaything for the remainder of her trip? If that is the case, maybe, just maybe, she would be okay with that.