Riding Dirty: Nine Devils MC

by Kara Parker

  Rose watches as Joseph slowly kisses his way from her neck to under her jaw, his hands slowly sliding the silky fabric of her negligee across her back in a gentle caress. Amelia steps back, looking into his eyes, smiling as a cat staring at a mouse, and begins to unbutton his shirt.

  Joseph closes his eyes as he leans in to kiss her, placing his hands on the side of her face. As he takes her lips he imagines that it is Rose’s lips he tastes, it is her fingers unbuttoning his shirt.

  “Look at me,” Amalia commands softly as they part. “I want you to look at me, to know it is me you are fucking,” she says as she slides his shirt over his shoulders.

  Rose can hear a mutter of approval from the women in the crowd as Amalia removes his shirt. Amalia stands, looking him over before smiling at what she sees, a genuine smile this time as Rose grits her teeth.

  He cups her under her ass, sliding his other hand softly along her back, lifting her negligee as his hands rises, before slipping her covering over her shoulders and off.

  “Tell me I’m beautiful,” Amalia whispers as she steps into him again, placing her head on his shoulder, turning him slightly so her eyes meet Rose’s.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  “Say it as you would to her.”

  “You’re beautiful,” he breathes before kissing her neck again.

  “Am I so unpleasant that you can’t make love to me?”

  Joseph recognizes the trap. “No,” he breathes again. “You are so very beautiful.”

  “More beautiful than her?”

  “Yes,” he says, continuing to kiss her neck so she won’t read the lie in his eyes.

  Rose can feel her lips tugging down in a pout. It hurts to hear him say Amalia is more beautiful than she is, even if she knows he is being forced to and she reminds herself that he is doing this for her. But… someday... she hopes she gets a chance to wipe the smug smile right off that bitch’s face.

  Amalia backs off from his embrace and tugs at his pants. He makes no effort to help or hinder her, and as she shoves them down he steps out of them. She takes his manhood into her hand and strokes it softly. “No so big as Javier…” she murmurs.

  He takes her behind her head and pulls her strongly to him, his other arm encircling her back and holding her tight. He stares into her eyes, making no other move, waiting for her to take the next step.

  Rose watches as Joseph and Amalia stare into each other’s eyes, each daring the other to be the first to break, to admit to wanting the other. After a long moment Amalia finally rises up onto her toes as she pulls his lips to hers.

  He kisses her with everything he has, pulling her tight into him as their tongues fence in an erotic duel. Their tongues slash at one another until with a gasp Amalia breaks the kiss and steps back.

  “Joder…” she gasps, her color high as she backs off. She then smiles and takes his hand, pulling him down to the cushions with her.

  “Ah… now we will see what kind of man he is, eh?” Matos says, earning a chorus of laughter. “Do you think he will last the night, señorita? Do you think he can please Amalia more with his tiny cock than Javier could?”

  “I think Amalia won’t even remember Javier’s name,” Rose sneers.

  Hector Matos laughs nastily. “Javier was a Matos! But we shall see, eh? If you are right, then perhaps you can give me a challenge after all, eh?”

  Amalia offers herself to Joseph as he covers her body with his own, but he intends to take every advantage tonight and doesn’t enter her, settling his weight lightly onto her as he takes her lips. They kiss, his hips thrusting gently as he teases her with what is to come. After many long moments he gently breaks the kiss, and softly kisses down her jaw to her neck, working his way down her body with gentle sucking kisses. He pauses at her breast, using his tongue to tease her nipple erect before taking it into his mouth, pinching it between his teeth and flicking it forcefully with his tongue.

  Amalia begins to squirm as Joseph works over her left breast, her hand holding his head in place. “Joder... eso se siente bien,” she murmurs. Rose doesn’t know what that means, but her tone and inflection makes it clear she is enjoying what Joseph is doing to her.

  He abandons her left breast to what erotic tortures he can inflict with his hand, slowly kissing down the valley between her breasts before then kissing her right nipple into tender hardness.

  “Hurry up and fuck her!” Matos roars with a laugh. “I’m a busy man!”

  Joseph ignores Matos, doubling down on Amalia’s breast, holding it in his mouth as he swirls his tongue around the erect point, causing her to moan softly. Leaving her breasts he begins to work his way down her body with soft, sucking kisses and slow licks.

  Rose looks around the room and notices that several of the gathered men are occupied with women of their own, sucking on breasts or involved in deep kissing. The few armed guards are likewise mesmerized by the action on the cushions… and she begins to plot her escape.

  As he works his way down Amalia’s body, she pulls her legs up and begins to thrust her hips into his chest, her hands wrapped in his hair as he continues to kiss ever lower. When at last he reaches her most intimate area he blows gently on womanhood, causing her to shudder briefly before he begins to touch her with his tongue.

  “Joder… fuck…” she breathes as he begins to taste her. He starts out gentle but as she pulls him harder into him he increases the intensity of his cunnilingus, probing harder with his tongue. “Joder, eso se siente bien…” she sighs again.

  He doesn’t know what she is saying, but having heard that phrase twice, he can only guess it means she likes what he is doing, so he leans in harder, slipping his finger inside and stroking her.

  Rose watches Amalia’s color rise, her legs pulling up and back, her feet coming off the cushions as she begins to curl up. She is well aware of how Joseph can devastate a woman with his mouth, tongue, and finger. Amalia toes begin to curl as she starts to pant.

  “Voy a venir... joder, voy a venir…” Amalia gasps as Joseph begins to move his face, pressing hard with his tongue as his finger works her insides hard and fast. Amalia’s head pulls hard back, her mouth opening in a silent scream of anguish as she squeezes her eyes tightly shut until with a groaning exhale she relaxes, repeatedly blowing air out through puffed cheeks.

  “How does it feel, señorita, to have your man make another woman come so hard, eh? He may live to fuck her again. Maybe he will make a good pet for her, eh?”

  With a final relaxing exhale, Amalia looks to Rose and smiles. “He’s very good, isn’t he?” she purrs before looking back at Joseph. “Tell me that you love me. Tell me that you love me!” she repeats when he doesn’t respond, her voice hard.

  “I love you.”

  “Whisper it to me… as you would to her.”

  “I love you,” he whispers as she pulls him in for a deep and prolonged kiss.

  As the long kiss dissolves, Amalia looks him in the eyes. “Quiero que me folles… fuck me… I want you to fuck me.” Joseph pulls back and rises up onto his hands as enters her, slow and easy. “Do you want to fuck me? Tell me you want to fuck me. Tell me!”

  “I want you. I want to fuck you,” Joseph murmurs as he begins to thrust gently into her, putting as much feeling into his words as he can.

  Amalia in return thrusts her hips in time with his, raising her shoulders off the cushions, holding to his arms as she does. “No me jodas duro… No me jodas duro… Fuck me hard,” she snarls, switching to English so he will understand.

  He begins to thrust harder, driving into her with purpose, his head down so he doesn’t have to meet her eyes. He steals a glance at Rose, seeing her sitting stone faced and pale as he fucks another woman in front of her. He meets her eyes for a moment until Amalia takes him by the head, forcing him to look at her as her face begins to twist.

  Rose keeps her expression neutral as Joseph looks at her, not wanting him to see how much it pains her to watch him make love… no, not make love
… fuck another woman. “Arduo… arduo… harder… arduo,” Adamlia chants, her lips pulling back into a snarl as she holds his forehead to hers, her legs once again coming up and her toes curling.

  Amalia turns loose of Joseph and falls back, her head tipping backwards again as her arms press flat against the cushions, her hands grasping for the fabric. “Oh... Dios!” she gasps as she stiffens, her hands going to his arms until with a great exhale she relaxes again, blowing air out of cheeks as she did before. “Deténgase! Deténgase! Necesito un momento.”

  Joseph stops, Amalia’s meaning clear even if he doesn’t fully understand her words. She once again pulls him down into a prolonged kiss, moaning this time as she begins to thrust against him.

  Rose hears a gasp from behind her and she turns to see a woman sitting in a man’s lap, his fly open and his cock deep inside of her. She quickly looks about, registering that everyone is mesmerized by the performance in the center of the circle. She begins to rise, only to feel Señor Matos’ hand on her shoulder, his grip painfully tight.

  “Going somewhere, señorita?” he asks, pressing her back into her chair. “You can’t leave so soon. We have to stay until we find out if your Joseph lives or dies. Besides, you and I have a certain issue to decide, eh? I wouldn’t want you to miss your chance to prove you can out fuck and out fight five of my women.”

  Pursing her lips but saying nothing, Rose settles back into her chair as Joseph pulls out of Amalia. Amalia sits up and pushes her hair out of her eyes, smiling first at Joseph, then at Rose, holding her gaze as she shifts onto her hands and knees. Joseph moves behind Amalia, sliding his cock into her once more, and then looks to Rose. Finish her! she mouths silently, signaling her desire for him to fuck this bitch raw and wipe that shit eating grin off her face while securing his safety at the same time.

  Joseph immediately looks away from Rose, unable to hold her gaze. He begins to thrust with slow easy strokes, trying to judge Amalia’s mood. She has had two orgasms already, but her eagerness to take him again tells him that she isn’t done yet.

  Rose glances around the room once more. Everyone, save herself, Señor Matos, and the three armed guards, are involved in some form of sexual activity, either alone, in couples, or in groups of three or more. Even Matos seems intent on the action, but the moment she thinks about rising, one of the guards looks directly at her. At least she now knows that tomorrow, one way or another, she won’t have to fuck Señor Matos as the guards are alert enough to shoot her if she runs.

  Amalia grunts again as she lowers her face and breasts to the cushions. She has been muttering in Spanish but his rhythmic stroking doesn’t appear to be working her up to another orgasm. Then Rose’s words echo in his mind: Do” to her what you did to me the night before you were shot.” He sets his jaw... it’s time to end this farce, or die trying. He pauses just long enough to get to his feet, crouching over Amalia’s back as he had Rose’s, then he begins to thrust… hard.

  As Joseph gets to his feet, gripping Amalia by the shoulders, he begins to pound into her, his face twisting in… lust… anger… passion… Rose can’t tell. Perhaps a mixture of all three. Except for her soft gasps, Amalia is quiet for several long minutes as Josephthrusts, his body becoming shiny as he sweats with effort.

  “Mierda... me voy a venir de nuevo,” Amalia breathes, her eyes closing tight.

  “Come on, you bitch!” Joseph growls, hissing and grunting in effort as he changes his hold, snaking one arm around her hips as he had done her. “Come on…”

  “Mierda... joder… que vas a hacer que me corra!” Amalia cries, her toes beginning to curl. With a hard gasp, her whole body begins to shudder as she tries to pull away, her hands clawing at the cushions as she squeezes her eyes tightly closed, her mouth hanging open in another silent scream.

  “That’s it. Come on, you fucking bitch…” he sneers, growling and snarling as he continues to fuck her. As she collapses to her stomach, he follows, lying across her back, still driving into her, wanting to make her beg for him to stop.

  “¡Joder! Deténgase! Detenga! Stop! Fuck! Stop…” she cries as she puffs and blows, trying to catch her breath.

  Joseph considers the idea of continuing to fuck her until they drag him off of her, but then he stops, not wanting to become like the other men. He throws himself off of her, disdainful of what he has done. He is no danger of coming, knowing Rose is watching him fuck another woman is checking any orgasm that may try to form. “Are you done?” he asks her contemptuously, “or are you ready to go again?”

  Amalia rolls to her back, but says nothing, one leg pulling up as she pants, her eyes closed as she pushes her hair out of her eyes. “Mierda… shit. Come to me,” she says as she holds her hand out to him. When Joseph doesn’t move, her voice hardens. “Come to me.”

  He moves to her side and she pulls him into another deep and prolonged kiss before allowing him to pull back. She then turns to look at Rose and smiles. “I will have him again later tonight and you will sleep alone, knowing I have taken him from you, as you took Javier from me.” She pulls him into another deep kiss before rising to her feet. “Attend me,” she says, taking his hand and leading him away.

  “So… señorita,” Matos says as Joseph and Amalia walk away. “It appears that he will live another day… and spend his nights in the arms of another woman. But I shall take care of your needs tomorrow, eh? Then you will forget all about Joseph Warner. He appears to know how to fuck, but he is nothing compared to Hector Matos!”

  Rose looks around the room as the various men and women either finish their acts or make themselves presentable. “Will we have an audience tomorrow?”

  “Oh yes. Everyone wants to see the American bitch make good on her promise of… how did you put it… ‘no holds barred fucking?’ But don’t worry señorita… I will see that you are well taken care of tomorrow. Just as you took care of my Javier.”

  “We had a deal!”

  “Oh… I intend to abide by our agreement. But Juárez is a dangerous place for a pretty woman walking alone at night. Especially if she is without clothes, eh?” Matos smiles at her nastily for a moment before snapping his fingers and motioning for a guard to take her away.

  Delivered to her room, Rose falls to the bed and allows the tears to come. It’s all too much. She thought she could do it, but she can’t. Watching Joseph fucking that bitch and knowing she isn’t going to get out of here alive crushes any hope she has. But at least Joseph is safe for now. Perhaps if the Nines can’t save her, they can save him.

  After her tears have run their course she turns out the light, standing at her window, looking at the city lights in the distance. They calm her slightly and she wonders how Melina is doing… if she and Mark will be together. She hopes they will. She smiles sadly. She had loved, then lost, then loved again. But she hopes that perhaps Melina can do the same, except with a happier ending.

  The estate is too close to town to have a good view of the night sky, the city lights blotting out the stars. She’s use to that, living in Las Vegas, but that is something she had noticed again in Eagle Valley… how many stars there are in the night sky. She would like to see the night sky full of stars again before she dies, but she contents herself watching a bright red light blinking randomly in the distance, trying to guess what it is, before giving up, turning away, and going to bed.

  CHAPTER FOURTY-NINE

  The next morning Rose is awakened by the sound of her door opening. The same two men that have brought all her meals enter, delivering a large plate of eggs scrambled with tomatoes and green peppers and a glass of water. She sits in the bed, holding the linens up to cover her nakedness, until they leave.

  She had slept poorly, crying herself to sleep, then waking several times through the night before crying herself to sleep again. She feels so utterly alone. She is thankful that Joseph is, at least temporarily, safe, but she misses him desperately, even when all she had was his voice.

  She has no appetite and doesn
’t want to eat the provided food… but after some thought she rises, dresses in her whore-like outfit, and eats it all. If she has a chance to escape she wants to give herself the best chance. Food consumed, she tries to break first the cup, then the plate, to obtain a shard to cut her wrists. The plastic proves to be amazingly resistant and she gives up in frustration, throwing the cup against the wall. She also tries to break the window, but once again fails, giving up after making her fist throb from the repeated blows.

  She spends the next several hours staring out of the window. Her second-story room gives her a good view of Juárez and El Paso in the distance, and the surrounding countryside, over the courtyard walls. She sees Joseph and Amalia walking in the courtyard, closely followed by an armed guard. They walk close together, the walk of lovers, and Joseph kisses her several times. Amalia is a beautiful woman and Joseph seems… if not happy, at least accepting of his situation. Rose can feel tears crawl down her cheeks. She hopes he can please her long enough that Amalia develops feelings for him so if she tires of him, she will simply let him go. She watches until Amalia scans the windows, her lips widening into a smile as she sees Rose watching them before pulling Joseph into a long and passionate kiss. Turning from the window she wipes her eyes, returning to her bed where she sobs in misery until she falls asleep.