Claiming Slice

by Eden Rose

  “You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you? You love taking my dick,” he croons in my ear. The music almost drowns out his words, but I love hearing his gravelly voice.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah!” I moan.

  My stomach feels warmer and my clit begins to throb only meaning one thing. I’m about to come. “Noah, oh god! Fuck me!”

  I roll my hips along with his to match his thrusts equally. Each time he strokes his dick in and out, I feel his balls hitting my clit. Noah’s fingers are working my clit harder and faster. The pressure is building until I feel I’m about to explode.

  I scream out into the night as my orgasm crashes through me. “Shit, baby. Your come is so hot against my balls. Damn,” he groans.

  His teeth sink into the sensitive flesh of my shoulder. “Agh!” I scream out just as another wave flows over me. I squeeze his thick dick with my inner pussy muscles as hard as I could. I knew that it did the trick because his measured strokes become hard pistons of his hips.

  Those sharper than shit teeth bite harder into my shoulder just as he came inside me.

  Noah pulls out of me suddenly and his come drips down my leg. He kisses the back of my head tenderly before turning me around to face him. I love his cocky and arrogant smile that he gets on his face when he’s proud of himself.

  “Holy fuck, baby. Each time is better than the last,” he groans while tucking himself away in his pants.

  I smile crudely. “Well, that’s good for you but I’m leaking here!”

  “Oh shit.” Noah rips off his cut and hands it over to me. I’m totally fighting the urge to smell it. Then he rips off his tee shirt before balling it up a little and goes about wiping himself up in between my legs. “I hate washing myself off you,” he murmurs.

  “You’re an animal!” I scream over the beginning beats of a new song.

  SLICE

  Jen’s off with Chantal and The Bear getting food before we leave just when someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn with my cut in my hand and see that Val’s standing in front of me with a happy smile on her face. “Hey, Val.”

  She smiles bigger, setting her hand on my chest. I shake her off gently enough so she knows that I’m not open for another fuck with her. “How do you feel about fucking a married woman?”

  “Excuse me?” I blurt out. “What the fuck did you just say?” Is she playing a game with me? Trying to get me all pissed off and then give in to what she wants so she has something over me. I know these games that women play when they realize that they’re about to lose.

  “Well, I just figured that you would know that your new slut is actually married.”

  “What kind of game are you playing?” I say forcefully. Part of me wants to shut this down and not even talk to this bitch, but the other part of me wants to know where she’s getting her information from.

  Val places her small hand on my cheek in a comforting manner. “You mean to tell me that you didn’t know that she’s married to one of the lead guys of the infamous hit man family? I’m sure you heard of the Jimenez family.”

  I’m positive that there’s not one person in the 1% lifestyle that has never heard of the Jimenez family. The whole family is known to be hitmen and have ties to five of the most powerful families in the mob. What I want to know is if what this skank is telling is true.

  My anger courses through my body and I try to rein it in as much as possible. “Get out of my fuckin’ face with those lies, Val.”

  I don’t let her get another word in because I’ve turned on my heels and now I’m searching for my woman. If she was married, she would have told me. Right? That’s something that you would definitely tell the guy that you’re seeing.

  Fuck.

  After all the conversations that I’ve had with Jen, I have never asked her anything about her life. Hell, every time that we’re in the same room together, we end up fucking. Did I not give her enough time to tell me about herself? If she were married, why the hell is she fucking me?

  Stop! Calm the fuck down. You know nothing.

  Jen’s laughing at something Chantal and The Bear must have said while she’s holding up a Harley Davidson’s shirt. She looks gorgeous with the sunlight highlighting her bright blue hair and her white tee. She’s got on my leather jacket that fits her just right.

  Joe looks like he’s pleased with himself about something. What? I have no fucking idea. I look around the market place and see that many people are leaving the bash now to get back to their normal lives.

  At Lucifer’s Lair, we call these guys Weekend Warriors. They’re not hardcore bikers like we are, but they are still bikers. Most of them are tie wearing suits who work a nine to five or some other pathetic job that they plug away at.

  That’s why I love my brothers. We are Lucifer’s Lair first and then whoever we are outside of the club, we are that, too. All of us have some type of job outside of the club, but it’s nothing that jeopardizes our time with the club. Much of the jobs help the club in some way or another. Like me, I run The Kitty.

  “Hey,” I call out to them and step into their circle. Jen and Pinky adjust their circle for me to fit in the group as well. “What are you guys talkin’ about?” I ask.

  Do I put my arm around her? Do I even get to do that? Has she been mine this whole time? Holy fucking shit. Val did exactly what she wanted to do. She drove a wedge between Jen and my relationship. That fucking bitch.

  “We’re just talkin’ about the show that happened last night,” The Bear says with a smirk on his face. “You might want to keep your dick in your pants in public places.”

  Jen’s face is beat red and I can tell that they’ve been giving her a hard time about it. I throw my arm around her shoulders and mentally cuss Val out for being a fuckin’ skank. “Hey, it was good for me. Oh, by the way!” I say to Joe just to see if I can get him going. “That’s what an orgasm looks like.”

  It takes him a second to get what I meant but Pinky and Jen both have their mouths wide open. A gust of air comes out of their mouths just as The Bear figured out what I meant.

  He punches me in the arm that’s not around Jen. “You just wait, fucker. You just wait,” he says to me with a sick smile. “I know more about pleasin’ women than you do. Hell, if I wasn’t happily with my kitten over here, I would test drive your chick and show her how a real man can fuck.”

  Jen’s shaking her head but Chantal is trying to act pissed off about what he said. “Yeah, right. Well, your kitten is mad at you for being a pig!”

  He throws his arm around her waist and whispers something in her ear that makes her eyes bulge out a little. “Oh, yeah. Well, let’s get fucking going!” She says with a clap of her hands.

  “You know why they call me the cat whisperer?” Jen asks me while looking over the marketplace.

  “No, why?” I answer stupidly.

  “Because I know exactly what this pussy needs!”

  Chantal busts out laughing and The Bear just rolls his eyes and takes a cigarette out of her pack. The man’s got a bad nicotine addiction.

  “Well, look at what we have over here,” someone sneers off to the side.

  I turn my head to see Fang and some of the other members of his club. “Go away, Fang. Go play with someone in your category,” I taunt him.

  He snickers before putting his hand on Jen’s other shoulder. Jen begins shaking a little at the touch of him. “Nah, I think I like the visual over here much better than anything over there.”

  Joe pulls his gun out of his cut and aims it at Fang. The older president that we’ve had a truce with for years, is now fumbling with something to say. “You’re goin’ to kill an old friend over some pussy?” He says stupidly.

  “Jen’s one of my people now. I don’t give a shit about some fuckin’ truce that you made with my dad. What I do give a shit about is you touchin’ things that don’t belong to you,” Joe says forcefully and cocks his gun.

  Fang takes his hand off my girl’s shoulder. “It’s like that, huh?
You’re gonna ruin our truce for her?”

  “Truce is over, fucker. You gotta find your own way to move your shit now. We’re out,” Joe replies.

  I place my hand on my own piece to be ready for anything that is about to happen. With these two presidents, there’s no telling who is going to fire first.

  “Girls, how about you go see Mack Truck back at the tent?” Joe suggests to Jen and Chantal.

  “Yeah, that’s a good idea, baby. I’ll see you in a little while,” I tell Jen without looking at her.

  “Okay,” they both agree and then leave.

  My eyes follow Jen’s ass out of my peripheral vision but when guns are drawn, it’s important to watch where the barrel is pointed. I step behind Fang with my piece to the small of his back. “I’ve warned you before to not touch things that don’t belong to you.”

  “You know what?” I growl and spit out the venom in my voice. “I’m fuckin’ sick and tired of you and your stupid ass club of dumbasses,” I bark. I jam my .380 into his back harder until he winces. “What’s stopping me from killin’ your ass right now?”

  “Brother!” Joe calls to me trying to get into my line of focus but I’m not ready to fuckin’ quit. “Let’s handle this back at home when we’re not surrounded by civilians.”

  Fang nods his head in agreement but this isn’t over. I remove one of my hands from my piece and reach around his body to grab his hand. I yank it around until it’s bent and in front of me. “You know, in the olden days, they would cut the hands from people who touched shit that wasn’t theirs.”

  Every biker knows the rules. You can’t ride, you can’t lead. If I cut his hands off, he wouldn’t be able to lead. If you can’t lead, you might as well be dead.

  “No, man! Shit, Slice! I’m sorry,” he babbles out.

  “I don’t think you are.” I twist his hand until I hear a crack in it. He screams out in pain but I don’t stop until his hand is completely broken. “You see that? You see how easily I can ruin your fuckin’ life? You see that none of your fuckin’ brothers give a shit about you. None of them are here.”

  Fang tries to twist out of my grasp and I allow him to do it. I’ve proven my point and now it’s over with. There’s nothing else to prove.

  “You broke my fuckin’ hand!” He shouts at me in the middle of the market place.

  Even though it’s busy in the market with everyone packing up and leaving, not one of them stopped to ask if they could help. No one even paid attention to us to help Fang out. Mother fuckers.

  “Let me make one thing clear, president to president,” Joe states through clenched teeth. “If you so much as look at any of our girls, I’ll drop you.”

  Fang’s lips twist into an evil smile letting me know that this isn’t over. “You mother fuckers just messed up.”

  Neither of us say anything and just let him walk away. What more is there to say? There’s nothing left. I proved my point that he shouldn’t be touching people that are claimed and now he threatened me.

  Just when he’s in the middle of the crowd, he turns around on his feet to throw one last stab at me. “Oh, ask your woman how her husband is.”

  There it is again. The niggling feeling that everyone knows something that I don’t. Fuck!

  There’s a hard slap upside my head. I turn towards Joe with furrowed brows. “What the fuck was that for?” I growl.

  “You need to get your shit with your girl on lock down. I’m all for protectin’ what’s ours, but there’s somethin’ else goin’ on and you need to figure it out. We can’t be fightin’ with everyone.”

  I nod my head knowing that I messed up. “I’m not sorry I broke his hand, prez.”

  He chuckles. “I’m not sorry you broke his hand, either. I’m just waitin’ for the retaliation.”

  One thing is for certain, I’m definitely going to have to figure out if Val is lying or not. The stupid fucking bitch planted a seed in my head making me crazy jealous over anyone looking at Jen. If Jen’s married, where’s her husband?

  JEN

  The ride back to the clubhouse isn’t very long this time. I’m used to riding on the back of his bike so my back doesn’t hurt like it did down here. The formation of the bikes is different this time, it’s more packed together.

  Even out in the open, I feel the tension mounting in Noah’s shoulders. He’s holding onto something and it’s starting to freak me out a little. Is it possible that he knows I’m married? No! That can’t be it. How the fuck would he know?

  By the time we get into town, my mind is spinning with what ifs and trying to figure out why he’s so tense. All along I figured that he would be taking me to the clubhouse, so when he veered off to my street, my mind began to run again. He’s dropping me off at my house?

  Once the bike has stopped moving and he’s put it in park, I jump off the bike eager to put some distance in between us. It’s obvious that he’s pissed off about something.

  “Well,” I say breaking the silence for the first time since we left the fest. He didn’t say a word to me before I climbed on the back of his bike or even when we stopped to get gas. Not one word. “Thanks for inviting me.”

  Noah gets off his bike and reaches into the saddle bag to take out my bag. “Thanks for coming with me. Did you have a good time?” He asks me numbly.

  I can’t help but feel like he’s put me on a Merry-Go-Round. My stomach feels like it’s about to fall out of my ass. “Yeah, I did.” I’m standing in front of him like a moron waiting for some type of sign. Anything to tell me if we’re okay or whatever. “Did you want to come in?” I inquire.

  He nods his head before walking towards the door to my place. I follow him like a lost duckling until I reach the door with my keys in my hand. After I unlock it and shove it open, Noah’s picking me up by my waist.

  “Noah!” I call out to him giggling over his playful nature.

  His jaw is clenched and his hands feel like iron gripping my waist. He spins me around so I’m in front of him. “Don’t talk,” he orders.

  My eyes narrow trying to figure out what his game is. “What the fuck?” I blurt out.

  There’s a sharp sting on my ass from where his hand just fell. “I said, don’t talk. You don’t talk unless I tell you to. You got me?” He demands with authority.

  I nod my head, too transfixed to question what he’s about to do. Fuck, I don’t even care anymore. He’s got me so turned on. My nipples are pebbling in my bra, straining for some type of attention. My pussy throbs from being empty.

  Fuck, I’m a pile of needy woman.

  He sets me down on the floor carefully but I still wobble a little on my feet trying to get my balance. “Take off your clothes.”

  Hypnotized, I shed out of my clothes with no seduction technique. My brain and body has turned to mush. I’ve got nothing left to think about but stripping out of my clothes for him. The very second my jeans hit the floor, he’s pointing at me and then to himself. “Take off my clothes. Carefully. Don’t wrinkle my clothes.”

  “Who gives a fuck about your clothes,” I mutter under my breath.

  Noah’s forceful hand comes out laying a slap against the mound of my left tit. “I told you to not talk. I meant it. Next time you do, I’m gonna fuck you and you can’t come. You get me?”

  I nod my head frantically knowing that he’s probably not bull shitting me right now. Something about his demanding nature is making me even wetter than before. My thighs are slick from leaking so much. Hell, they are pretty much stuck together.

  My hands tremble while I undo his pants then slide them down his thick thighs. Of course, I stare at his dick that jumps up at me once his pants are past his thighs. His piercing is gleaming in the light from the street lamps outside. Once them are down to his ankles, he kicks them off to the side while I take care of his shirt. The fabric is easy to take off but it smells like him. I’m wanting to bring it to my nose to smell but decide against it.

  Noah is standing in front of me in all h
is glorious beauty and my mouth is watering from being hungry. I close the distance between us and lay a kiss in the middle of his right pec. He sinks his hands into my loose hair to pull me back from kissing his chest.

  His strong hand is controlling every move I make with my head so when he starts to direct me to my knees, I eagerly follow his unspoken request. My eyes are lined up to his dick and I try to lean in to put my mouth around him, but he pulls my hair. “No. You’re going to kneel in front of me like the good girl you are and let me do what I want. You get me, baby? I fuckin’ mean it. I’m hangin’ on by a loose thread.”

  I nod my head, baring my teeth as the pull from his hands makes my hair pull.

  “Open your luscious mouth, Jen. Right now and put me in your mouth so I can fuck it.”

  No one has ever talked to me so vulgar and crude but I’m loving it. It’s such a turn on to know that I’m making him as crazy as he’s making me.

  My lips open to envelope the head of his dick in my mouth. The large mushroom head of his dick barely fits in my mouth, but I power through it. I’m loving the power and authority that I have by wrapping my lips around his dick. I use my left hand to circle the base and I shuttle it up and down to meet my mouth. Each pass of my lips and hand, he gets further and further into my mouth until Noah’s piercing is rubbing my tonsils.

  I have never felt so powerful in my life before. I control when he comes, I control when he feels the most pleasure. He’s at my mercy just as much as I’m at his.

  I’m so fucking drunk on it.

  SLICE

  It’s bitter sweet seeing Jen on her knees for me. She’s so amazingly beautiful and talented but I can’t help but think that this is the last time that she’s going to do this for me. Tonight has to be the last night. I can’t keep doing this to myself or to her.

  What am I going to do, you ask? I’m going to fuck my feelings for her out of my system.

  My fingers grip the silky strands of her bright blue hair and I tug her head closer to me. With my dick hitting the back of her throat, I can feel her throat muscles massaging the tip of my dick. My eyes roll to the back of my head.