by King, J. D.
A thought occurred to me, and my cock stiffened as I decided to clue Max in to what I was contemplating. "I'm going to pick out what you wear to the club tonight. You get no say."
She looked like she was going to argue with me but thought better of it. "Whatever you say, Moses."
Jesus, did she drive me crazy when she let me take control. I reached out and grabbed her, pulling her close for a hard, long kiss, my hands full of her ass.
She pressed her hips toward mine, and ground herself into my hard-on. "Feels like you're ready to go," she said through the kiss.
I pulled back for a moment. "Max, I'm gonna fuck you senseless. Right now." I took her hand and pulled her back toward the house, unable to think of anything but slamming my hard cock into her dripping wet pussy. I wanted to hear her scream my name, and I wanted her to forget any other man she'd been with before me. I wanted Max quivering as she came for me, and I didn't want to share her with anyone else. Ever. I realized that it was crazy to think that way, and I knew I'd have to sort through my feelings later. Right now, I needed Max. Naked.
We walked into the living room, and I looked at her.
"Strip," I said. "Those clothes are in my way."
She looked at me with an evil grin, and she slowly started to unbutton her shirt, taking her time and teasing me as she went. When she finally unbuttoned the last button, she opened her shirt and slid it off, revealing the red lace bra that I'd bought her at Kittens. The sexy, trashy, pushup bra was completely at odds with the casual flannel shirt she'd had on, and the contrast was amazing. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, turning around to bend over and slide them off her hips and over her ass as she revealed the tiny red lace panties that matched her bra and looked so sexy.
Max turned around and looked at me. "Should I take everything off?"
I shook my head. "I want to look at you for a while."
"Can I take your clothes off?" she asked, clearly enjoying her submissive act.
"Suit yourself."
She walked over to me and positioned herself behind me, her tits pressed up against my back. She pulled my t-shirt up over my head, and she ran her hands around to the front of my jeans, rubbing my cock through the fabric. She finally unbuttoned my jeans and discovered that I hadn't put underwear on that morning. She slipped her hand inside and wrapped it around me, the pressure nearly taking me over the edge. She let go and pulled my jeans all the way off. I stepped out of them and turned to face her, running my hands over her, enjoying the smooth skin.
She looked so hot in the lingerie that I almost hated to take it off. I could see her nipples through the lace, and I bent and bit her gently through the bra. She gasped and arched her back at the sensation.
I stood up straight. "Hey. Here's an idea."
"Yes?"
"Let's take this to the bedroom. We can get comfortable, and I can take my time with you."
Max lead the way, and I was sure it was because she wanted to drive me crazy looking at her ass in those red panties. She got to the bed, crawled onto it, and turned around to look at me from her hands and knees.
"Gonna join me?"
"No way you could stop me," I answered, coming up behind her and biting her softly on that fantastic ass. She giggled, and I smacked her, just hard enough for the satisfying sound to echo through the house, but not hard enough to hurt her.
"Are you punishing me?" she asked.
"Not yet. Do what I tell you, and you don't have anything to worry about."
"Oh, I'll be a good girl," she assured me. "I'd hate to get a spanking."
"Oh, but I'd love to give you one." I covered her ass with my hands, running my finger along the inside of her g-string. "Take them off."
She turned over, slowly pulled her panties down, never breaking eye contact with me. She tossed them onto the floor, and she laid back, knees together, as if she were trying to hide herself from my view.
I knelt on the bed above her, my cock throbbing from my desire to fuck her.
"Spread your legs."
I took my cock in my hand, and I started to stroke it while I watched her open her legs and reveal herself to me. She watched me, and she slid her hand down between her legs, slipping one finger inside herself while I watched, mesmerized. She pulled her finger out, and it was glistening. She reached up and put her finger in my mouth so that I could taste her. Jesus, I was afraid I was gonna cum right that second.
"Take off the rest," I said, wanting to see every inch of her.
She reached back and unhooked her bra, throwing it to the floor next to her panties. Those huge, gorgeous tits exposed, she lay back, arms behind her head, looking like she belonged in a centerfold. I shifted up a bit and used the head of my cock to rub up against her nipple. She clearly enjoyed it, and she put her hand back between her legs. I could see her fingers, spreading herself open so that I could see every detail. She made me want to lick her.
My knees still up near her head, I bent down and used my fingers to spread her lips apart, exposing her clit. I brought my tongue close and when I started to lick her, I felt her grab hold of my cock and bring it to her lips. She pushed my knees apart and slid her head beneath my hips, opening her mouth. Oh my God, was she really gonna let me fuck her mouth? I started moving my hips, slow and shallow, all the while working her clit with my tongue, sliding my fingers in and out of her pussy. It was all I could do to keep my concentration on making her cum, especially when I felt her raise her head, forcing my cock further down her throat.
Feeling her start to breathe faster, I could tell that her orgasm was close. I didn't just want her to cum, though. I wanted her out of her mind. I pulled one finger from her pussy, and using her juices as lube, I ran a finger over her, wondering if she'd be open to a little ass play. I knew for sure that when I inserted my finger, slowly at first, that she'd go wild. I stuck just my fingertip in. She was tight, and I heard her moan with my cock jammed down her throat. She worked me while she moaned, the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat and bringing me to the edge. I was gonna blow my load in her mouth any second, and I didn't want to cum before she did.
Fingers in her pussy, and my tongue working all over her clit, I stuck my finger in her ass, and she lost control. Her hips shook with her orgasm, and I could feel the spasms on my fingers. I got a faceful of her juice as she squirted me while she came.
Max pulled her mouth off my cock just long enough to speak. "Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you."
I lost it as she sucked me dry. I pumped into her throat while she moaned and continued to cum with me. I finally pulled my cock from her mouth, and watched as she swallowed. It was easily the sexiest thing I'd ever seen -- this gorgeous woman, naked in my bed, legs still spread wide -- who'd just swallowed my load. I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven.
I fell onto my side and moved to get my head the same direction as hers.
She smiled at me. "Moses, that was amazing.
"No argument from me."
Max stretched like a cat and looked at me like she was ready for round two. "I could stay in bed until tomorrow. I know we have work to do this evening, but I can't think of anything I'd rather do than keep you naked."
I ran my hand over her stomach. "I'll make you a deal."
"I'm all ears."
"You let me pick out your clothes for tonight, and by the time we get back here, I'll be ready to go again, I guarantee it."
"Why do I get the feeling that you'll have me leaving here half dressed?"
"'Cause you're smart," I laughed. "I'm gonna put you in some of Kitten's stuff. I'm thinking this is the perfect time to try out those boots. I'm gonna have to keep an eye on you tonight, though. The Sons are like brothers to me, but they'll have a hard time keeping their hands off you when they see you in this getup."
Max rolled up on her side to face me. "Moses, I probably shouldn't say this -- especially since we're trying to get this case wrapped up before an all-out war takes off, but I won't let anyon
e but you touch me. And I have to confess, I'm hoping we can find a way to make this case last a while. I'm enjoying the fringe benefits."
I looked at Max, letting my eyes wander down her naked body, and I realized that I didn't want the case to end either. I wanted out of the Sons, but I didn't want to walk away from Max. I had never felt that way about a woman before, and it blew my mind that it had happened so quickly with her. I was completely out of my element, and I wasn't sure what to say.
"I don't guess there's a way to take you with me when I vanish, is there?"
Max laughed until she realized that I was serious. "No, there's not. Not only can't I leave with you, but I can't even know where you've gone. If you want to stay safe, you have to completely sever all ties with your current life. No exceptions."
I decided that I'd think it over -- try to find a way around my needing to vanish completely.
"Well, in the meantime, I guess we may as well enjoy the time we have." I bent to kiss her hard, and before I knew it, I was buried deep inside her, forgetting the rest of the world.
Chapter 31
Max
"You have got to be kidding me." I looked at the clothes that Moses had set out on the chair next to the shower -- the shower in which he'd recently made sure that every inch of me was clean as a whistle. "I'll get arrested if I go out in public in that."
"That was the deal, sweetheart," he said, shaking his head as if he were sorry. "I pick it; you wear it."
"But Moses, I'm not even sure I can walk in these boots, and this bustier with this skirt? I'll be walking around in my underwear."
"And when we get home, I'l gonna take it all off you and fuck you. That's the plan."
"But Moses," I protested, more than a little distracted by his promise to remove my clothing at the end of the evening.
"The only butt is gonna be yours, getting dressed in those clothes. I'll be in the kitchen, waiting for my show."
He walked out of the bedroom, pulling on a clean shirt over his jeans. Goddamn, was he sexy, and as much as I'd put up a fight, I was looking forward to seeing his face when I walked into the room, dressed in my sexy outfit. I'd agreed to wear what he wanted; I might as well enjoy it.
I looked at myself in the mirror when I was dressed, and I couldn't have looked any less like an FBI agent if I'd tried. I'd teased my hair and laid on heavy black eyeliner and bright red lipstick. The black vinyl halter bustier left my back mostly bare and was cut so low that it looked like my breasts could spill out at any moment. The cleavage was astounding, though. I'd used some of the shimmer powder that Moira had given me to dust the tops of my breasts, and it was hard to look anywhere else. The tiny denim skirt that had come from the Harley store sat low on my hips, and barely covered my crotch, exposing just a bit of skin before you got to the boots that came to just above mid-thigh -- skin-tight shiny black vinyl with heels that added four inches to my height, bringing me to just over six feet tall.
I looked all-out, badass sexy. I hoped Moses was ready. I stood up straight, put my shoulders back, as if I didn't feel self conscious about the amount of skin I was showing, and I opened the bedroom door.
"I'm ready to go," I said, as I picked up my backpack to retrieve the two recording devices we would wear to the clubhouse.
"Holy shit. You look good enough to eat. Again," Moses growled as he came up and grabbed me by the waist.
I wiggled my cleavage up toward his face before I pulled away and turned around like a model. "What do you think?"
"I think I'm gonna have to watch you like a hawk, and I think we're not staying very long tonight. I can hardly wait to get you back here and in bed."
"You're gonna have to buy me dinner, first," I told him. "I'm starving."
"My pleasure," he said with a smile on his face.
"Wonder what the girls at the Waffle House would say if I walked in dressed like this," I laughed.
"Oh, I'll take you somewhere a little nicer than the Waffle House."
"Good grief, Moses, I'm not sure anyone else will let me in the door this way."
"I have the perfect place in mind," he told me. "I just need to get some cash."
Moses stood still and stared at me, as if he was thinking something through.
"Max, I want you to come with me," he said. "I'm gonna show you something, just in case."
"In case what?" I asked, puzzled.
"In case something goes wrong."
I followed Moses into his workout room, to a big safe in the corner.
"Now you have to promise not to notify the IRS, but I have a little cash put away for when I have to get out of town."
"How much is 'a little cash?'"
"Well, I've been saving what I make in cash sales from the tattoo shop, and with my cut of the money we have rolling in from the Sons' operations, I've got right about two hundred and fifty thousand."
"You have a quarter of a million dollars in cash?" I asked, absolutely dumbfounded.
"About that, give or take a few thousand."
"In that safe?"
"Well, yeah. I can't just leave it lying around, now can I?"
"It would appear that I'm in the wrong line of work," I said, stunned.
"All things considered, I don't think it's been worth it," Moses said.
He told me the combination and showed me how to open the safe. I noticed several handguns inside along with the massive stacks of cash.
"Wow. I've never seen that much cash all in one place."
"If something goes wrong, if something happens to me, Max, I want you to have it."
I was touched. "First of all, nothing's going to happen to you, and second of all, I can't exactly take a quarter of a million dollars in cash without causing some problems. FBI agents don't earn that kind of money, and they'd certainly notice if I bought a house for cash or a Lamborghini, or something crazy."
"Then hide it, Max."
"I don't want to talk about this anymore. Nothing's going wrong."
"Just in case, Max. We don't have to talk about it anymore. I just wanted you to know it's here and know that you can get your hands on it."
I leaned over and kissed Moses softly. "I guess this means you trust me."
"I guess you're right."
Moses pulled a few bills from the safe, locked it, and we headed back out to the living room.
"Hey," I said just before we left. "I'm gonna go ahead and call Tombley. We're not sure exactly how long we'll be out tonight, and I don't want to have to wait to call him tomorrow."
Moses agreed, and I dialed the number. The call went straight to voicemail, and I decided to go ahead and leave a message with a hint about what I wanted to talk to him about.
"Jeff, It's Max Fisher. Moses got a call this afternoon from someone in Wyoming -- an old friend -- and they told him some crazy stuff about you. Call me when you get a chance, and I'll fill you in." I hung up and looked at Moses. "That sound okay?"
"Perfect. If he's dirty, he'll be terrified and probably have a story prepared. If it sounds too slick, then he's lying. If he really has no idea, then he'll just be curious. You'll know right away if he's hiding something."
"Good. That's exactly what I'm hoping."
We hit a barbecue joint on the way to the club, and though every head turned when I walked in the place, no one said a word. I suspect that Moses had picked a spot where people would recognize and respect his cut and everything it meant.
When we rolled into the clubhouse parking lot, it was full of bikes. Moses had warned me that it would be a wild night, with a big celebration to welcome their brothers from Ft. Collins. I was glad we weren't going to be spending the night there, as I figured that it would be a sloppy drunk fest with hookers all around.
We got off the bike, and I checked the little silver pins I'd put on Moses' cut and on the hem of my skirt. Each of the pins was less than half an inch in diameter, completely unremarkable, and could record eight hours of audio. When I got back to Moses' house, all I'd ha
ve to do was plug them into the adapter, connect them to my laptop with a USB cable, and download the data. We'd have legally acquired evidence.
I figured that Moses was far more likely to get relevant and important information since none of the sons or the girls knew me well enough to talk business in front of me, but as time went on, I hoped that I'd be able to get useful recordings as well. As it was, there was a chance that my recordings from the evening could be used to verify statements if background noise became a problem. We were set, and I didn't have any concern about the chances of the recorders being detected.
I could hear Lynyrd Skynyrd playing before Moses even got the door open. The smell of booze, cigarette smoke, and cheap perfume rolled out of the building. I didn't want to go inside, but I didn't have much of a choice. Moses draped his arm over my shoulder, and I realized that I felt more comfortable with him touching me than I had a couple of days ago. The thought of the things we'd done together flooded my mind, and I smiled as I thought about getting him back home that evening.
Nearly tripping as I stepped inside, Moses helped steady me and tried not to laugh.
"I'm not exactly used to stripper shoes," I whispered in his ear as we went in.
I would have kept walking, but Moses held me in place, letting everyone in the room get a good look at us. Who was I kidding? Every eye was on me. I stood still, shoulders back and head high, telling myself not to fidget. Moses finally moved toward the bar, stopping every couple of steps to greet another Son with a hug. He didn't introduce me to everyone, but again -- I figured that etiquette was a little different in a biker's clubhouse than it was at a DC function.
Moses waved at the bartender and held up two fingers, and in short order, one of the girls I hadn't met yet handed us each a Coors Light. I hoped that Moses was planning on nursing the beer, since there was no way I wanted to spend the night.
"Max." Moses grabbed my arm. "This is Jimmy, the President of the Savage Sons in Ft. Collins."
"Nice to meet you," I nodded to him, since I didn't think shaking hands was required.