Diesel

by Vivian Gray

  “Is that it? Do you need something else from me, Diesel, or can I open the shop back up for business? Not that I don’t enjoy you coming in here and pulling this bullshit – not to mention threatening my fucking life – but I’ve got a kid to raise and alimony to pay…”

  “Yeah, open it up – like I fucking care.” I spin on my heels to face him, a finger pointed directly at his chest. “But this is my one and only warning, Ken. We’re friends. You do favors for me, and I keep you and this shop safe. The second I find out that you’ve been lying to me about this, or anything else, I swear to God that I won’t hesitate to snap your fat neck. I’ll excuse you hiding Tyler from me this first time, but that’s it. You hear me?”

  “Yes! Yes!” he squeals like a pig, “You got my word, Diesel. Don’t need to tell me twice. Ken knows when to shut up, and he knows when to talk – whatever I gotta do to keep in good with the Bonebags, sir.”

  I think about the conversation with Ken the rest of my ride home. The man’s not exactly the brightest tool in the shed, and he is a shit liar at that. The version of truth he gave me is believable.

  Three months ago, Tyler showed up at his shop, handed him a pile of cash, and asked for his bike back despite it not being fully repaired. Before leaving, he told Ken not to talk to the Red Roses or the Bonebags. It’s all plausible – something a kid would do in a rush had they wanted to escape. But there’s a feeling rising deep inside me that’s telling me to keep pushing, to keep asking, because something isn’t sitting right.

  By the time I pull into the apartment’s back parking lot, it’s nearly dinnertime. From the outside, I see the bar starting to fill up with the regulars. There are a few Bonebags I know, but it’s mostly locals – no one I have to concern myself with. Keeping my mission of finding Tyler’s been on the lowdown. No one knows much of anything.

  I paid Tyler’s debts for him and told the club he skipped town. It kept things clean and simple. No one’s gunning for him and no one’s breathing down my back. It gives me space to ask questions, and Knux has been cool with me using the club’s contacts in the area to track him under the guise that I’m going after him for disappearing like that.

  What the club doesn’t know is about the person that’s been living in my apartment for the last three months. Since that first night with the run-in with Knux, I’ve forced Blanche into prisoner status. I switched my shifts, so I work mornings now – a time when it’s less likely for any club member to spot her out and about doing errands, or going for her allotted twenty-minute jog. At night, I come home and sit by the door in case anyone comes knocking.

  Knux knowing she’s here could get me in a shitload of trouble. He’d use her as bait to get Tyler back, or worse, he’d kill her off for being blood-related to a wanted man. He wouldn’t give a shit that she’s innocent or that’s she’s cooperated – for the most part. There have been times when keeping her locked in the house has required some patience on my part. The first few weeks, I chained the door from the outside. When she tried to get through the windows, I locked her in her room.

  But day by day, she’s been there when I’ve come back. Most of the time, it’s been with food on the table or laundry in the machine. She’s no domestic goddess, but she’s kept in step with my demands for a clean space. I couldn’t ask for a better replacement roommate.

  Though, half the nights, she’s not sleeping in Tyler’s room. After the first week, she slinked into my bedroom, crossing through the light of the window, and falling on the other side of my bed. The smell of her filled my nostrils till all I could dream about was her night after night until I took matters into my own hands.

  I remember the evening when I rolled on top of her, placing myself between her hitched up knees. The T-shirt she wore, one of my own, slinked down her shoulder revealing her pale, perfect skin. She bit her lip as I leaned down to kiss every bit of her I could until I made it down to her damp panties. She let out a gasp as my tongue tasted her from the inside. Her hands raked through my hair, twisting as she purred. She didn’t stop until I had my own happy ending too.

  The thought of that night makes me race up the stairs to the apartment. From the outside, I hear her music playing – some old country song she swears reminds her of home. She sings off-key to the lyrics. I know I should yell bloody damn murder about her making noise when I’m not home, but I pause before going in. The sound of her voice, even when it more resembles a dying goose, is enough to make me feel like a balloon about to float away.

  I find her in the kitchen, on her hands and knees, scrubbing the floor. She’s wearing one of my hoodies half-zipped up and a pair of her short-shorts. They’re the kind that let me see the round curve of her ass as she leans into her work. She was scrawny when I met her months ago. Now, she’s filling out in all the best places – must be all the cooking she’s been doing in her free time.

  “That’s a nice angle there, Blanche,” I exclaim, causing her to nearly slip on the soapy floor. I laugh as I rush to her side to steady her. “Don’t stop now; the floor’s almost shining.”

  “It better be.” She scoffs. “I’ve been at it for an hour now. I don’t know why you don’t just buy a damn mop like the rest of civilization.”

  “But then I wouldn’t get to see you on your hands and knees in those shorts of yours.” I place a hand on the outside of her thigh, my fingers already traveling to the fringed hem of the denim.

  Blanche swats me as she goes back to cleaning. “Stop it! Let me finish this! I want the floor to be dry before dinner is ready.”

  She presses a hand against her dewy forehead. A strand of golden hair falls over her eyes before she blows it away. Those blue eyes of hers sparkle in the fading daylight. Her chest takes a deep inhale, and I can’t help but look down at the curve of her neck and the open space of my hoodie. No bra. No shirt. The girl knows how to drive me nuts.

  “Stop cleaning,” I growl out, not knowing where my own mind is going.

  “No. Come on, Diesel. You want me to keep up with your ridiculous list of chores or not?”

  Even lower, I reply, “I said, stop.” I reach towards, her hooking an arm behind her. My other hand moves to the zipper of the hoodie. “There are more important things I want to do with you.”

  My mouth is on her before she can say another word. The taste of her travels through me, giving me life after a long day on the job and on the road. Everything disappears as the magic of Blanche fills my bloodstream. We both fall back onto the cold, tiled floor with her tumbling on top of me. She smells of soap and my cologne, but there are traces of that scent that is all hers. I’ve never smelled anything quite as delicious as her. Cinnamon, lavender, powder, and sunshine – there’s never been a better mix.

  Blanche, with one agonizing look of want, presses a hand into my chest. Her thin legs hook around me. She takes a long, rather intimate look, her eyes growing almost foul with desire. It’s a really hot look. I always wonder what girls like her have going on in their heads when they give me that look – it sure ain’t the first time – but my instincts are starting to take over, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to stop now.

  Blanche seems to have the same inclination, and she has at me, slowly inching her way down my chest, tugging at the hard leather of my jacket and the soft, white cotton underneath, her hand trailing behind her. But just as I think she’s about to rocket me off into space, she stops short at my belt buckle.

  Blanche’s eyes grow wide as she tugs at the buckle, sliding herself off of me and onto the floor in the process. Her motion makes me sit up straight, which I would’ve wanted to do anyway because, in a split second, she’s undressing – pulling off that sweatshirt to reveal a pair of tits that look so good I almost want to come just looking at them.

  They bounce around a bit, making me even hotter as I stare down at her. Without a word, she commands me to sit up, and I know I’m entirely in her thrall. But I’ve slightly misunderstood her.

  She comes back up my body and w
hispers breathily in my ear, “No, Diesel,” she coos, giving me goosebumps from the underside of my legs to the back of my neck, “I want you to stand up. Now.”

  I dart up at once, and Blanche readjusts herself to be waist-height on her knees. She finally, mercifully, unfastens my belt and hikes my jeans down, an almost lurid grin on her face – she knows what she wants to do here. She finds my hardness through the seam in my boxers and runs her bottom teeth ever so gently over me.

  I almost cry out like a little pussy – to be honest, I almost come right then and there. But she’s already two steps ahead of me, pulling down my boxers to survey what she’s got in front of her. She runs a finger along the inside of my thighs, then hooks around to the outside where the black of my tattoos goes down the length of my leg.

  She moves her mouth to the tattoos and kisses her way down them, while her hands continue tracing the inside of my thigh. I’m standing rapt in attention, full-mast, nearly ready to beg her to touch me. Finally, her fingers find my balls and move upward along the contours, to my rock-hard cock.

  One finger wraps around it, then another, then another, until her entire hand is holding my shaft in it, working it up and down, almost painfully slowly. I emit a low, guttural growl, and she looks up at me.

  “You like that, do you?” she says in a low voice, her eyes locked with mine as she jerks my cock. “You like how I touch you? You like these slow, teasing strokes, don’t you?”

  I manage to choke out a, “Yes,” and I realize how blown away I am. I didn’t know Blanche, the sweet, innocent-seeming girl, was capable of being this bold, this brave, this absolutely mind-fuckingly hot.

  I’ve never been this turned on before, not by any woman in my whole life. And just as I’m about to try to say something to that effect, I look down just in time to see her lick her lips and stick out her tongue, the muscle of it tracing the line of the vein on my shaft.

  I can feel the precum oozing out of me as she does it again, and again. And then, just when I think I can’t take anymore, she opens her mouth wide and takes me in fully, not choking or gagging on my fullness, but taking my cock into the back of her throat. And that’s when I lose control entirely.

  I grab the back of her head and thrust forward, then back, and repeat the motion as she accepts me. I’ve had rough sex before, and even had some porn star-like head – but this is something else. I’m operating on pure passion now as I thrust in and out of her mouth, and she, seeming entirely game, takes it, and I note even seems to be enjoying it as she rubs her tits together. I catch her pinching her nipples just slightly, and that’s nearly enough to send me over the edge.

  But Blanche isn’t ready for that yet, and neither am I. My grip on her head tightens, and I know that I can’t last any longer if we’re going to continue down this road. So instead, I pull her away and swing her down towards the ground. She’s panting, out of breath from the throat-fucking I’ve just given her, but I have something more in mind.

  I look her straight in the eye and give her a quick warning. “Brace yourself, Blanche,” I tell her. I’m going to make you come harder than you’ve ever come in your life.”

  In a smooth, easy motion, I unbutton her pants and pull them off of her, panties and all. I’m not interested in taking my time here; I want her wholly and completely. Once she’s completely naked, I pick her up, take her into my bedroom, and practically throw her on the bed – pulling her legs apart at her feet. She opens for me almost like a flower, and we’re both well aware of what’s coming next.

  But I don’t roll that way. I want nothing more than to push inside of her and explode, but I’ve got bigger plans, better plans – and I want to make this woman feel as good as she’s just made me feel. So, I adjust her so that her legs are on my shoulders, and I press my lips and tongue against the well-waxed skin on her inner thighs, just as she had done for me.

  She smells sweet and beautiful, and I can’t contain myself anymore – I dive into her, my mouth enveloping her pussy. She gasps as I probe inside of her, then I pull back to enjoy teasing her clit with my tongue. Her hands pull on my hair, forcing me even further into her folds. And that’s when I realize it – she’s still in control.

  What’s fucking crazy is that I’m totally okay with it.

  I feel her juices flowing as she presses against me. She’s seconds from exploding. Her legs dig into my shoulders as her toes curl up so that they’re almost parallel with my back. I reach up my hand and gently touch the side of her ribcage, moving myself over her body until I find, to my surprise, she has brought my finger to her mouth and is sucking on it hard.

  She gasps. “Oh fuck, Diesel, I’m coming! I’m coming! I… Ahh!”

  I feel the pressure release all over me as she continues murmuring incoherently. But I’m not done yet. She giggles a little as I flip her back up to be in the missionary position, and we stare into each other’s eyes for several infinitely long seconds. Everything fades away, neither of us ready to let go just yet. I reach down and scoop her light frame into my arms, her arms dangling around my neck. She’s still incredibly slippery, and I’m ready to push right into her.

  I kiss her forehead and say in an almost primal growl, “You sure you’re ready for this?”

  She nods, an almost giddy and excited reaction, as she brings me in for a passionate tongue kiss. Her hands reach around my back, and I her nails dig deep into my leathery skin. This has gone beyond desire, beyond want now – I need her, and she needs me. I line my cock up with her pussy, and I slowly, almost teasingly, enter her.

  The folds of her pussy expand for me as I fill her up with my long, thick cock. She flexes her muscles – her abs – and suddenly, I feel her somehow grow tighter around me as I go deeper. The pressure is unbelievably intense, like a vise around my cock – but in the hottest possible way.

  With that, she pushes herself towards my hips and lifts them just slightly up and off the side of the bed, so we bounce up and down together. I’m amazed to watch her delectable tits swaying in rhythm with our fucking, as the sound of her ass slapping up against me makes a thumping sound that’s all the hotter as a result.

  She reaches to those gorgeous breasts and feels, eyes closed, for her own beautifully pink nipples, squeezing one, then the other, then twisting the second as she cries out in simultaneous pleasure and pain.

  I’m again nearing orgasm, and she seems about to come for the second time. She takes my cock as I speed into her harder, leaning forward and pulling herself up towards me. She wraps her legs around me, finally, ecstatically forcing me to take charge. I smack her ass with a flick of my palm, the snap echoing around the room.

  I do it again, and again, leaving little pink marks on her skin. She should be in pain, but the delirious smile on her face tells me she doesn’t give a fuck. She’s in ecstasy here – and I’m about to be right there with her.

  Blanche’s face turns a delightful shade of pink as she nears her orgasm. Then she loses self-control completely, screaming out, “Holy fucking fuck. Don’t stop, Diesel! Fuck that pussy! Fuck it hard! Please! Fuck me harder! Give me that cock!”

  I can’t imagine if she was this nasty normally, but she had given into her deepest, darkest desires, and I’ll be goddamned if I wasn’t fucking thrilled to be the one bringing it out in her. But that wasn’t all – she was causing me to lose control, too. And she likes it.

  So do I.

  As she throws her head back in complete oblivion, I feel the dam burst between us, and I know I’m going to completely lose my shit. At this point, with any other woman, I’d pull out, or I’d at least have some conscious thought about what I was doing. But all I can think about is this sexy woman beneath me, my cock thrusting in and out of her, my desire to come building to breaking point. I finally let go, ceding control entirely, and come inside of her with every fiber of my being.

  “Jesus Christ, Blanche, I’m coming! Take my cum! Fuucckk!”

  Moments later, panting, I move over to the side an
d roll off her, but her hand immediately finds mine. She kisses my neck, and I let her. Our arms wrap around each other as we lie there, the world spinning for both of us, neither of us saying a word but both of us knowing that right there, was something… else…

  That is until the phone in my pocket begins to buzz. I steal a minute away from her to check the messages blowing up my screen. Image after image fills the inbox – all sent from Knux. They’re hazy pictures of something murky, dirty, and torn apart. My first thought is that it’s a battered animal found in some swamp.

  But then I read his clipped message, and it dawns on me what exactly Knux is trying to show me: Cops ID Tyler. Found at Andreas Dump. Bike nearby.

  I stare at each image trying to make out something familiar – a tattoo, a mark I remembered on his hands, a scar I noticed one morning… But there’s nothing I can recognize. His skin is torn apart. His face is bloodied and gray. Blanche’s brother is nothing but beaten matter covered in trash, caked in blood, and dark water.