by King, Jayna
She laughed as she steadied herself by grabbing my arms. "You made my knees weak," she said, as she kissed me with an intensity that matched my own.
As I slid my hands down to her ass, Max surprised me by reaching out to unbutton my shirt. "Fair's fair," she said. "You have far too many clothes on."
She took my shirt off, tossed it onto a chair, and ran her hands over my chest and down my arms. She was gonna be fun to play with. I turned her around, ran my hands up to hold her breasts from underneath, and as I pressed my hips and my erection into her ass, I squeezed her nipples again, harder than before. She moaned and pushed back against my cock.
Max turned around to face me. "How long before dinner?"
"Well the grill should be ready any minute," I answered, looking over the check the temperature gauge. I looked back at Max, pink nipples reddened from my fingers, and I couldn't stand it any longer. "Fuck it," I said, releasing Max and turning the grill off. "Dinner can wait."
Max smiled at me, turned, and sat down on the end of the wooden table. She crooked her finger at me, inviting me to follow. As I moved to stand between her knees, I realized that the table was the perfect height for what I had in mind for the first course. I grabbed my shirt and spread it out on the table before I kissed Max and laid her back on top of the shirt.
"Don't want splinters in that perfect skin," I said as I bent to suck on her nipple again.
Her back arched as I sucked on her, and she thrust her breast into my face, moaning in delight. I stood at the side of the table and looked at her -- lying flat on the table, naked tits out in the open. She was gorgeous, and I couldn't wait to make her scream. I flicked a finger back and forth across the sensitive tips of her nipple while I slip one hand beneath the waist of her pants. I stopped before I went any further and I slid her pants off and tossed them with the rest of her clothes on the deck.
The black satin panties were tiny and I slid one finger beneath them to discover that she was shaved almost completely bare. A tiny triangle of hair met my finger, and I felt like I was gonna explode in my pants. I lowered my mouth to her hips, and I ran my tongue along the edge of her underwear. I could smell her arousal, and I was sure she was slick and wet. Max wiggled under my tongue, and I reached up and pinched her nipples again while I kissed her through her panties.
"These have to go," I said, as I pulled them off her and dropped them. "Much better."
I slipped one finger inside her, and she was as hot and wet as I'd imagined. I could feel a damp spot in my jeans, and I knew that I wasn't going to last very long the first time, so I knew I had to get her good and worked up. I slid one finger in and out of her, and I used another to slide over her clit, gently at first. Max writhed, completely unable to remain still. Leaving my finger inside her, I bent to take her nipple in my mouth again, this time biting gently while flicking my tongue. Max pushed her hips up toward my hand, clearly wanting more inside her. I slipped a second finger inside her and she sighed as I slid the two fingers in and out while working her clit at the same time.
"Moses."
Her voice startled me a bit as I was completely lost in the moment, exploring parts of her body that I'd spent days fantasizing about. "Yeah?"
"I can't stand it any more. I have to have you inside me. Right now."
"Your wish is my command. Don't move."
"I went inside and grabbed a couple of condoms from my bedroom, and as I walked back outside, I started to unbutton my jeans.
"No," Max said. "Let me."
I came back over to the table, and she sat up and ran her hands over my cock through my jeans.
"I've been dying to see this," she said as I pressed up against her palm.
She unbuttoned my jeans, carefully unzipped them, and pulled my boxer briefs down to free my cock. She slid my clothes off my hips and I stepped out of them, standing in front of her naked.
"Goddamn," she said quietly as she looked at me before reaching for my cock. "You're huge."
I smiled at her and leaned down to kiss her. "That's your fault sweetheart."
"I'm ready to take my punishment," she answered, the tease in her voice making me even harder.
"You better be," I said as I opened the condom and rolled it over my cock. I leaned Max back down and pulled her hips to the edge of the table.
I squeezed both of her nipples hard, and her cry was somewhere in the perfect spot right where pleasure and pain meet. Her eyes were dilated, and she looked up at me, begging with her eyes.
She spread her legs, opening herself to me, and I put the head of my cock at her opening, almost ready to come as I saw her glistening juices wet the tip.
"What do you want, Max?" I asked, as I used my cock to tease her clit and make her writhe again.
She looked me straight in the eye. "I want you to fuck me, Moses. Fuck me hard."
I didn't need to hear another word. I hadn't planned to take things so fast, but I couldn't control myself any longer. I buried my cock inside her. She gasped, and I hoped I hadn't hurt her.
"You okay?" I asked without moving.
"Oh my God, yes. That's fucking amazing."
That was all I needed to hear. I pulled my cock out of her and slid it back in, slowly this time, enjoying the feeling of burying myself deeper inside of her. I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her down to me, desperate to get deeper in her than anyone else had ever been. She spread her legs even wider and wiggled her hips. Jesus, she was amazing.
I started working in a rhythm, her hips at the perfect height. I put my hands on her ankles and held her legs out to either side. As I slammed into her, her perfect tits bounced, pink nipples begging to be pinched. I'd never before wished for more hands.
I released her ankles and made my thrusts more shallow, allowing me to work my hand between our hips so that I could fondle her clit. Her eyes opened wide as she felt the direct stimulation with my cock inside her. She started to breathe quicker, little gasps for air telling me that she was close to an orgasm. I decided to slow her down just a little bit. I wasn't ready for the first time to be over so soon.
I stayed inside her and leaned back a little, reaching for one of her ankles and bringing her leg over so that both were on the same side. She looked at me with a naughty smile and crossed her ankles, squeezing my cock while it was still inside her. I knew the position wouldn't make Max cum, but I slowly withdrew and slid back in a few times and the resistance was mind-blowing. I had to change it up again or I was gonna blow my wad far too soon.
"What do you want?" I asked as I continued to push my swollen cock into her soaking pussy.
Max put her hands on her tits and squeezed her own nipples. The sight of it make my cock throb.
"I want to get on top," she said with another dirty girl grin.
"Done."
I swung her leg back over, reached down, grabbed her hips and picked her up, keeping myself inside her. She wrapped her arms around me, pressed her tits into my chest and kissed me while I walked toward the door. I sat on one of the couches and she settled her knees on either side of my hips. Even that little movement made it hard for me to keep from exploding into her.
She began to move on top of me, not just up and down, but rhythmically grinding back and forth, her increasing tempo a sure sign that she was working her clit up against me. I let her go for a moment, enjoying the feel of being fucked. I reached up and took her tits in my hands, knowing as she increased her speed still further that she was getting close. It was all I could do to hold out, and I wanted her to cum so that I could let myself go with her. I squeezed her nipples lightly and she opened her eyes and looked down at me.
"You keep that up, you're gonna make me cum."
I squeezed a little harder. "That's the whole idea."
She threw her head back and just fucked me hard, writhing against me, getting herself off. As I squeezed her nipples hard she looked at me again. I kept squeezing, pulling them toward me.
"I'm gonna cum."
"I'm gonna cum."
I pushed my hips up, leading her ride my huge cock just the way she wanted. She pushed her tits into my hands as she arched her back.
"Right now," she said. "Right now. I'm coming right now."
I felt her muscles clamp down on my cock and I lost all control. The waves of her orgasm milked my cock and I grabbed her hips and buried myself even deeper as I shot what felt like the biggest load of my life. When Max's pussy finally stopped working me, she slumped forward, resting her forehead on my shoulder.
Neither of us spoke for at least a full minute.
Chapter 27
Max
When I could finally pick my head up from Moses' shoulder, I had trouble getting the room to come back into focus. As soon as I could see properly, I realized that Moses was looking up at me, amusement in his expression.
"You alright?" he asked.
I managed to put some words together. "Yeah. I think so. You?"
Moses put his hands on my thighs and slid them up to held my hips. "I'm fuckin' fantastic. And hungry."
I looked down at him, still enjoying the feeling of him inside me, and I decided to tease him. "Sorry to have delayed your dinner."
He could clearly see that I was kidding and he smiled up at me. "That's okay. I could go a week without eating if I could have you like that again."
Starting to disentangle myself from him -- not without a little regret -- I shifted my weight to my knees, lifted myself up, and felt his cock slide out from inside me. I stood up and watched him looking at me. "Oh, I want both. You and dinner. And maybe even dessert."
I walked outside to retrieve my clothes, and I realized that even though I was enjoying playing a sexy little role, I felt a little anxious -- for a lot of reasons. I knew I shouldn't have slept with a man I depended on for a case. There was no telling what kind of screwed up situations we were going to find ourselves in over the next weeks or even months, and I had to know that I could rely on Moses to do his part. The sex had been fantastic, but this case could make or break my career.
I looked out at the deck, strewn with clothing discarded in a hurry, and I started to collect pieces as I came to them, sorting Moses' stuff into a pile on the table. The other problem was that I knew Moses had probably had meaningless sex with tons of women. It wasn't like I thought I was gonna marry the guy -- I'm not an idiot -- but I didn't just fuck people like it was no big deal. I didn't know how to handle this guy who seemed to be the biggest bundle of contradictions I'd ever met in my life.
I stepped into my underwear and put my bra back on, and I didn't turn around when I heard the door open and Moses walk out onto the deck.
"The view here is amazing," I said, after I pulled my camisole on.
"Don't I know it," Moses said, and when I turned to look at him, he was smiling as he leered at me.
Goddamn.
It was still light outside, but it wouldn't be for long. The sun setting over the Rockies painted his naked body with a wash of gold light, and the lines -- tattoos, lean muscles -- were simply breathtaking. He was a freaking work of art. He was clearly comfortable walking around naked outside. He didn't even look for his clothes as he crossed the deck and put his hands on my ass and pulled me toward him, kissing me, softly at first and deepening slowly.
He finally pulled back, keeping his hands in place and our torsos tight together.
"You gonna let me cook dinner, or what?"
I pulled away with a smile. "Wouldn't dream of standing in your way, sugar. Carry on."
Moses picked up his jeans from the table and put them on without bothering with underwear. Apparently he wasn't going to bother with a shirt either. Bare chested, he restarted the grill and got ready to finish up dinner.
"Mind setting the table?" he asked, as he used a wire brush to clean the grill's surface. "I'd sit outside, but it's gonna get cold as soon as that sun sets all the way."
"Sure thing," I answered. I looked at my jeans and cardigan and left them on the table, deciding that if he could cook shirtless, I could set the table half dressed.
I headed inside, found all the dishes I needed in the kitchen and set two places at the end of the dining room table. I figured that Moses would open the red wine with dinner, so I set the glasses we'd used for the white and also found another two glasses. I even put our flutes out, filled with a little more Champagne. The table looked gorgeous -- not what I expected from crashing with an outlaw biker, that was for sure.
I heard the door open, and Moses called for me from the deck.
"Can you come take this inside?" he asked, still occupied with the grill.
I went to the doorway and took a plate filled with perfectly browned bread, fragrant and marked with lines from the grill. I set it on the table, added the tomato mixture that was clearly destined to be bruschetta topping, and headed back outside to watch Moses at work.
When I got to the deck, he was pulling the scallops off the grill and using a thermometer to check the temperature of the filets. The smell was amazing and my stomach actually growled.
Laughing at the noise, Moses pulled the steaks off. "I'm working as quick as I can."
We sat down at the table, and Moses carefully put two scallops and a steak on my plate and then added the asparagus spears. He spooned the tomatoes onto a piece of the grilled bread and handed it to me. I'm sure that having worked up an appetite had something to do with it, but everything tasted like the most delicious dinner I'd ever had. The wine -- dry and earthy -- was elegant and wonderful, and I took my time with every sip. The scallops were delicate and flavorful, cooked perfectly so that they practically melted in my mouth, and the filet was so tender that I really didn't even need my knife.
"Wow," I said. "I can see why you don't ever bring women here."
Moses looked a little puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"I may never leave. Ever. I could live here, eat, have sex, and die a happy woman."
He laughed. "Just wait until we can take our time, Max. I kinda rushed things a little last time because I just couldn't wait."
"I'm looking forward to it." I remembered what Moses had said about wanting to relax and forget all the troubles on the horizon for just one evening, but I wasn't sure I could just let everything go until the morning. "Tell you what, I'll do the dishes if we can talk business for a little while afterwards."
"Deal. I'll clear."
Moses made several trips into the kitchen, and I carefully loaded the dishwasher and hand washed the red and white glasses, leaving the flutes out with the last of the Champagne. When we'd finished, I poured a little for each of us and we went back over to the fireplace. Moses turned off the lights as we went, so we had just the firelight to guide us there. Moses' still bare chest was an irresistible play of light and shadow, and I trailed my hand across his broad shoulders as I moved to sit next to him.
"So what's on your mind?" he asked as I settled on my pillow and took a sip of Champagne.
"You said earlier that you have a plan -- or ideas about a plan. I'm wondering what you're thinking."
"Well, you know that we get pseudoephedrine from Mexico by way of the MC in Pueblo, right? Usually a couple of us ride down once a month or so to pick up new shit, but I could probably do that tomorrow. I can't take you with me, but if you get me wired up, we'll get everything recorded."
"That makes sense."
"But I've been thinking about the shit with the Vandals, and I think I may have found a way to keep a full-on war from starting."
"Okay."
"So the old VP of the Vandals is in Florence, in the Supermax prison, about half an hour from Pueblo. If I can get in touch with his attorney, I can get a letter to him and see if we can get him to talk to his guys."
"But what good's that going to do? They're the ones that sent up the bad batch of meth -- assuming that's what the analysis shows. They've attacked the Sons, not the other way around."
"I can't do a fucking thing long term, except push this case through and get the Sons locked up. But if the old Vandal VP can get his guys to take a ride -- leave town for a while, it could delay things. The Sons can't go to war if there's no one to fight."
I thought about what Moses had said. It didn't exactly resolve the problem between the MCs, but it could very well buy us enough time to get what we needed to get Moses out and charge the Sons with crimes that would put them in prison for a long time. As I watched the fire, I realized that my priorities in the case had shifted a little. I still wanted to put the Sons away, but now I was concerned about getting Moses out as well. I'd have to be really careful not to let my sex drive get in the way of what was most important. Tomorrow, anyway. Tonight, I planned to fuck Moses every way I could think of. If we weren't both sore in the morning, I would be disappointed.
Shaking my head as I returned my focus to business, I realized that his plan was our best shot.
"I don't think we have anything to lose. If you can get the Vandals to clear out, then that lets us focus on what we need to do."
"Exactly. I'm pretty sure Joker can find out who the attorney is, and he can help us get a message to the guy."
"So you're going to be down south for the day. I guess I'll head to the safe house in the morning and see if there's any information about the meth we dropped off, if we haven't heard before then. I don't really know anyone in your circle well enough to contact them on my own, so I guess I'll just contact Tombley and see if he has anything for me."
"Makes sense. We can head up to the clubhouse tomorrow night. Friday and Saturday are busy days for our girls selling crank, so chances are good that you'll see some good shit and maybe even get it on tape."
"Wow," I said, as something awful occurred to me. "Do you think there could be more bad meth out there that we need to worry about?"
Moses looked at me with an expression of horror. "Fuck. I can't believe we didn't think about that before." He stood up and walked into the dining room. "I have to call Joker right now."