by Skye Ryan
She made an involuntary gasp of arousal as he hoisted her into the air until her legs were around his head. Her skirt rose to expose her hunger for him with the wetness of her arousal staining her underwear. She’d never been taken with such fever and the willingness to drop the pretense of being naïve became second nature. Her heels were locked and were keeping her steady while he supplied her with the necessary encouragement to find the orgasm out of her reach.
“What we’re doing isn’t right. My brother just died, what are we doing, Jack?” She questioned him, but her actions spoke louder than the words coming from her mouth. His tongue sneaked underneath the crotch of her panties, touching her swollen lips and peeling back the resistance to stab into the heart of her.
He slithered like a snake into the hot cavern of her excitement. He held her precariously in the air with his hands up underneath her to make sure she didn’t fall. It was an unpredictable thing to do and something he was not going to regret.
“Oh, my god…the first nasty kiss is like a drug. I feel the magic in my veins. You make me feel so damn good.” She wasn’t expecting the full treatment of his tongue leading her to the where she felt the stirrings of something so powerful. The feeling was sublime, like she was surrounded by the warmth of her own personal cocoon. Her body was pricked with sweat and the feel of his fingers was like fire on her skin. It sizzled to the touch and burned in the most delicious way.
He could not stop devouring the sweet nectar flowing across his tongue like a fine wine. He could taste the wetness and the tight enclosure bearing down on his oral invasion. The part of him inside his pants was begging for the release from its prison. It wanted a piece of this girl and was not going to take no for an answer. He tried to remain calm, but it was a futile effort in the face of a woman of her obvious open-sexuality.
“Oh god, Jack, you do that better than anyone. I should put my foot down before I go too far, but I’m not going to be able to. Stop if you want, but this seems like something you want to do as much as I do. I don’t know how long your tongue is, but it feels like it has reached places in my body which have never been touched.” Jessica could feel a growing intensity and his scorching fingertips singed her pliant flesh. The pain of those superficial burns was nothing compared to the fire being unleashed inside her loins.
Jessica had wanted things to be different between her and Jack, but Kenneth had always been in the way. It felt wrong to be doing something her brother would never condone. They were celebrating his life in a physical way.
Jack could sense the moment of truth and waited with bated breath for his hunger to consume her. He could feel the inkling of the other side of him trying to break free of the confines of his strong-willed mind. His enlarged condition would not be easily hidden when he was done bringing the woman out of her.
Her legs were shaking, trembling with a desperate need which signified her desire for him. She wanted more but was certainly not prepared for the raging inferno. Her body took flight into the stratosphere of her pleasure. The world was spinning. Her flesh showed signs of his dominance by the fingernail burn marks on her skin. She wailed with delight as she found her orgasm at last.
“If this is what you want then you are going to get it.” There was no chance for her to walk away now, not when her body was craving his touch. Jessica and Jack had no obstacles standing in their way and in their deep grief over the loss of Kenneth, it was necessary to express themselves in a life affirming way.
Jack lowered her back onto her feet; kissing her deeply and feeling her resistance melt away with his natural charm. They battled for supremacy, tickling the palate of their desire and igniting the match to their libidos.
Jessica’s legs were shaky, feeling like jelly and standing for any length of time was not going to be easy. She was lying back against the wall feeling the afterglow of what he had just done to her. There was no way to describe how she was feeling. It was a decadent moment in time which was made apparent by the stream of her juices down her thigh.
He slid his finger against her hot desire and painted her lips with the syrupy taste. He watched transfixed as she licked her lips and then sucked his finger into her mouth like this was a demonstration of what might be in his future.
They looked at each other not saying anything. They let their bodies do the talking. The feel of him on the motorcycle was nothing compared to being this close and letting things escalate to where they were fast approaching.
Jessica reached down and grabbed that piece of him. It was rock hard and solid and felt like something she wanted to get to know intimately. She worked her fingers nimbly along his burning flesh. It was warm to the touch and the head was already seeping the white-hot gold currently stored in his balls.
Jessica allowed her enthusiasm to get the best of her. She smiled wickedly as she worked him into a frenzy with what was escaping being used as the only form of lubrication. It made a sticky paste. It was music to her ears to hear him groan in sweet agony. She would have gone all the way, hoping to see him jump out of his skin, but was interrupted by the glaring judgment of Stephen.
“I knew you couldn’t be trusted to do the right thing, Jack. It’s lucky I’m here before you do anything more. You know he would hate you for this. I would have thought a man of your character would be able to keep it in his pants. I was wrong about you.” Stephen had continued to drink and was feeling the itch to make somebody’s day infinitely worse.
“You’re purposely pushing me and I would be very careful about what you say next.” Jack growled, eager to shut Stephen up by sticking his fist in his mouth.
“You are nothing but a coward and you don’t deserve his friendship.” Those last words were the final straw that broke the something inside of Jack. Tensions were high and it was just a matter of time before somebody lit the match to the testosterone of two men with differences to work out.
Jessica had heard enough to know that Jack was doing his level best to keep her from learning what Kenneth was into. She was worried it might be drugs or maybe something even more dangerous, but that wouldn’t explain how everybody was talking about the hunt like it was a rite of passage.
CHAPTER FIVE
J ack felt the first blow hit his mouth. It was like pouring gasoline on the fire already burning within his veins. He put his hand up to his lip and brought back a smudge of his own blood. He looked at it and smiled.
Jessica wanted to say something to stop this from going any further, but there was something barbaric and manly about two men putting their hands on one another. She felt herself becoming turned on, her legs trembling as she watched from the shadows.
Stephen was a little concerned by how easily Jack had taken his right cross. It was almost like he didn’t even feel it and then he remembered fighting him for the right to be second in command. It did not go very well, but his memory was fuzzy with the liquor feeding his need to give Jack a piece of his mind.
“Hmmm…I’m going to allow you that one, but I wouldn’t push it any further if I were you.” Jack was kind of surprised that he could contain his need to rain blows down on someone he considered to be a reluctant friend. “You have a decision to make. It’s going to determine how you walk away from this. I would think carefully and I know how difficult that is to do with your brain pickled.” Jack watched the second fist come at him and didn’t do anything to dodge the impact.
His head swung to the side and he thought he saw something but he didn’t have time to think about it clearly. He felt his body propelled backward with the force of Stephen’s body hitting him like a linebacker. He pounded down onto Stephen’s back with his two fists with enough force to make him grunt.
Stephen could feel that pain radiating down to his legs. He fell onto his knees. He was looking up to see that same smug look. He wanted to wipe it off Jack’s face. He thought for a moment that Jack was mocking him, but there was more to it than that. He had drawn out a different side of Jack. It was one that he only recogni
zed when they were going toe to toe in battle side by side. This wasn’t a person to meet in a dark alley. Unfortunately, he had made things worse by pulling the thread of his sanity and watched as his mind became like a steel trap.
“You made your bed and now you going to have to lie in it. I know that’s only a saying, but after I’m done with you, one of us isn’t going to be standing. I’m betting it won’t be me and I always bet on a sure thing.” Jack put his hand around Stephen’s throat, watching as his eyes bugged out of his skull. There was very little chance of anyone pulling him off until he was done.
Jack saw the fear of indecision in Stephen’s eyes and was going to capitalize on it by using intimidation tactics. The claw of the dragon extended from his fingers and dug into the pliant surface of Stephen’s fleshy throat. He never thought that he would be at odds with one of his own, but he had to grow up quickly when the factions splintered.
Jessica was in the position to do something about this, but something kept her frozen to the spot. She put her hand up to her mouth and sucked on the edge of her finger with her tongue swirling around the tip. This was what she would do in the throes of passion with the man of her dreams.
The way Stephen was slapping his hands vainly against the one Jack had latched onto his throat with was hard to witness. Everybody had their own path to take. They were destined to end their argument in the only way that men understood, with violence. She should have been appalled by this behavior and turned away, but she was transfixed with nothing in between her and this display.
“I told you several times Stephen. You really don’t know when to stop. I gave you every chance to walk away, but you insisted on pushing my buttons.” Jack looked down at his foe as Stephen clawed desperately at the hand around his throat. He was barely able to feel the pain. Everything was swimming upstream against his overdeveloped adrenal gland.
“I will see you…dead… Jack.” Stephen was drunk and not able to think straight. The only thing that mattered to him was hurting someone, but that had taken a left turn when he decided to go and pick a fight with one of the best warriors in the club.
“You should have thought about that before you said something you couldn’t take back. I wanted to turn the other cheek and god knows. I tried, but you wouldn’t let me. You only have yourself to blame.” Jack squeezed a little bit tighter and watched his face turn blue with the effort to draw in whatever oxygen he needed to breathe on his own.
“I…I…I can’t breathe.” Even drunk, Stephen knew that he was in trouble and the blood lust in his friend’s eyes had turned to something that wasn’t human.
“You made this happen, but I think passing out is too good for you. You need to learn a valuable lesson about tact. That has always been your problem. You’ll never learn. Let me show you what happens when you bite off more than you can chew.” Jack easily lifted him to his feet and found how delicious it was to see the fear in his eyes. It was bringing out the primal beast in him.
Jessica found herself unable to look away, her mouth open in disbelief. Jack lifted the man off his feet like he was an insignificant insect. He slammed him onto a parked pickup truck with enough force to dent the hood. Adrenaline can do amazing things, but this was right out of the comic books. He lifted the man again and slammed him back down onto the hood with a look of elation on his face.
The rest of the club was notified of the commotion and they came to the windows with beers in hand to watch two warriors fight. It was perfect entertainment for a crowd that was screaming for blood. There was only one way to end an argument. They could’ve easily pulled them apart, but it was all about the last man standing. They were certain that they weren’t going to kill each other and this was just another way to blow off steam.
Dexter had his hand around a buxom blonde and they watched intently to see who was going to become the victor. He hoped it was Jack. Jack was overcompensating for something. He wasn’t blind to the hungry stare of infatuation toward Jessica. He didn’t want to believe that Jack was capable of falling into the honey trap. It didn’t happen often, but history had a funny way of repeating itself.
Jack got careless thinking he was the cat playing with the mouse. He should have finished what he started, but he was having way too much fun at Stephen’s expense.
Stephen was pushing himself with his hands up along the hood which forced Jack to follow him, not realizing that Stephen’s legs were up against his chest.
Jessica couldn’t believe the way that Jack was propelled into the air and then came down with the lightest touch onto the ground. He was in considerable pain. It was obvious from the way that his lip curled.
Stephen felt a sticky substance at his throat, well aware that Jack was not very subtle about drawing blood. He scrambled back to a standing position and whatever liquor that had diminished his capacity was gone. He was clear headed and ready.
“You are a man that I shouldn’t take lightly. I’ve been watching your every move and I’ve come up with counter-moves. You can’t possibly believe that mercy was a good idea. I was waiting for you to go for the kill shot. Your indecision gave me a chance to find a way to break free. You know me better than most, I’ve done some amazing things to survive.” Stephen brought his foot around in a wide arc that caught Jack by surprise.
Jessica saw the foot slam up against the side of his head and was worried that Jack was losing the fight. She stepped closer into the light. She wanted them to see her and to think twice about what they were doing to each other. They did look in her direction, but there was no way that they could see her through their anger.
“It doesn’t matter what you do. I will always be the better fighter. I made a mistake and that’s the one and only time it’s going to happen.” Jack did not fall over from the foot that made contact with the side of his face. It only confirmed that the beast within was willing to take the brunt of the attack. He made it feel worse by wearing steel toe boots.
“You can concede right now and prevent me from showing you up in front of all the others. You must know that there’s no way that we can walk away from this without one of us being bested.” Stephen’s words were met with murmurs of consent from the peanut gallery of the club. They were watching and waiting to see what was going to happen next.
Jack leaped into the air with both feet and slammed into Stephen’s ribcage with a sickening thud, throwing him off his feet. He tried to turn in such a way that it would prevent injury, but his wrist had become pinned underneath him during the landing, snapping with a sharp crack
The sound of the bone breaking quieted the crowd as they gaped, shocked by this latest turn of events. They were not alone, Jack was also taken off guard, but he wasn’t going to allow his compassion to get in the way again. He found himself on top of Stephen holding him against the ground with his two hands. He watched as Stephen thrashed and tried to buck him off like a bronco at a rodeo.
Dexter stepped forward, ready to raise the hand of the victor. He was stunned to find that Stephen had found a way to level the playing field, sinking his teeth into Jack’s earlobe and pulling at it like a ravenous dog.
Jack brought his knee up and connected with Stephen’s chin. It knocked him back onto the ground stunned with no defense to fight back against the overwhelming force. His punches were on the mark and the blood from Stephen’s broken nose was dripping from his knuckles.
The time for Jessica to step in to do something had come and gone. She had seen bar fights before, this was a whole different level. The spectators from the club were just as interested to see how this was going to end as she was. She had a feeling that Jack was going to be the one left standing. It didn’t even occur to her that one would be willing to fight dirty. Stephen’s actions were of a desperate man and it reminded her of anther time a famous fighter did the same thing when he knew all else was lost.
Jack continued to give Stephen something to think about while he recovered from his injuries. He wanted to make it clear that coming
after him was the worst mistake that he had ever made. The truth was written on his face, but the smile only encouraged a harder pounding. Stephen lost two front teeth. He spat them in Jack’s face. He received more of the same punishment.
In a last-ditch effort, Stephen managed to roll him onto his back and get in one extra shot to emphasize that he was not down for the count. Their clothes were torn and they showed the battle scars of what they had put each other through. Everybody grieved in different ways and this was certainly a good way to punish each other for letting down a friend.
Jack was quite surprised and excited that Stephen wasn’t going to lie down. They exchanged blow after blow until finally there was not much left in either of them. They stared at each other in disbelief. They had gone too far.
“I am proud to say this is a stalemate. There is no clear-cut winner and neither one has been incapacitated.” Dexter had a duty to perform and giving one more credit than the other would mean undermining the value of his prize fighters. “I want everybody to look at them. This is how we settle things when words are not enough. Of course, I know liquor was a big part of the reason why this happened. Death has a funny way of claiming not only the victim, but of those of us left behind as well. Let these warrior’s actions be your guide. You can rest assured that Kenneth is here watching over and smiling with each drop of blood spilled in his name.” Dexter went to where they were lay looking up at the stars, and lifted them to their feet.
Jessica found her concern for Jack too much to stand idly by. The rest of the club dragged them inside to nurse their wounds. She grabbed his arm and draped it over her shoulder. She was looking into his eyes and seeing something that she wasn’t prepared for. The hunger looking back made her feel like she was naked and exposed. He licked his lips and the tip of his tongue gave her an idea of what her body would be in store for. They had come dangerously close to letting their grief take hold. If they weren’t interrupted then they would’ve known what nirvana felt like.