Ride Me Away

by Jamie Fuchs

  He laid back down on top of me, his dick now pressing up between my ass cheeks as we rubbed against each other.

  My moans grew more intense the more desperate he made me. He was still rubbing my clit with one hand, yet not giving me the thing I desired most.

  “Fuck me,” I moaned.

  He gave no response, still grinding the length of his cock between my cheeks. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him inside.

  Reaching around behind me, I took hold of him and aimed his length toward my opening. I was his for the taking.

  “Fuck me, Jag,” I moaned again.

  This time, he gave in. His cock slid smoothly between the wet lips of my cunt. His fingers continued their motions on my clit, only adding to the immense pleasure of that first insertion as he filled me.

  His steamy groans filled my ear as he pushed his cock deep, then withdrew it from my grasp. Each time felt even sweeter than the last.

  My fingers took on a mind of their own as his pace quickened. I grabbed for his sheets; the pillows; anything that I could get a grip on. My moaning became uncontrollable as he pinned me to the bed.

  Each breath I took filled my nostrils with his smell. I loved the musky fragrance he possessed; it was intoxicating.

  I angled my ass a little higher, allowing him to penetrate even deeper. Between the fingers rubbing my clit and the hard cock destroying my pussy, I wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Jag had me on the edge, and I’d soon be spilling over.

  Biting onto the pillow to muffle my moans of excitement, the orgasm began forcing its way through my body. Pulse after pulse of pleasure shocked every last muscle, right down to the tips of my fingers.

  Jag began thrusting and groaning uncontrollably as well. Each push into me came with more and more force as he filled me with his white hot cum.

  He let out one final satisfied breath before pulling out and laying down beside me. I reached for some Kleenex he had on his nightstand and cleaned myself up before cuddling next to him.

  Laying Low

  Jag instructed me to lay low for the next little while after all of that. That was fine by me; I had no intentions of doing anything until this shit storm I’d stirred up settled down.

  I worried about Ryan. Those looks he gave me in the police station were the beginning signs of a stalker. The jealousy was quickly consuming him. I just hoped that he could keep his feelings in check long enough to let me go.

  The days after my release from the station made me feel like a normal human again. I wasn’t concerned about doing any investigations, gaining trust, infiltrating, or any of the other tactics that I normally would be engaged in. Instead, I did normal people things. Jag and I went to the grocery store, made dinner together, went to a movie—and of course, we fucked like animals as often as we possibly could.

  My feelings of lust were quickly turning into something more, and it seemed like the more time I spent with Jag, the less I cared about stopping it from consuming me.

  “You ready to go?” he called to me from the front room. I was in the bathroom putting some finishing touches on my makeup.

  “Almost. Give me a few more minutes!”

  I heard the floor creaking closer and closer to the bathroom as the sound of light footsteps made their way to me. Jag appeared at the door and rested one arm above his head on the frame.

  “So this is how it’s going to be with you?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

  “Yup,” I said, turning to him for a quick kiss before I went back to my mascara. He left me to finish up.

  Tonight, we were going on another date.

  My arms wrapped around Jag as the vibrating motorcycle between our legs sped off down the road. I snuggled up against him nice and close, resting the side of my head on his shoulders as he drove us to our “surprise” date.

  I felt his cell phone begin to vibrate in his front jacket pocket. He let go of the handlebars with one hand and dug around in his pocket for it as he pulled to the side of the road.

  “Hey,” he said. “…Right now?”

  His voice had a hint of disappointment in it.

  “All right, I’ll be there in half an hour.”

  He put the phone back in his pocket and did a U-turn right in the middle of the street, heading back toward his house.

  “Change of plans, darlin’. Our date’s going to have to wait. Sorry.”

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “For now, it’s best you don’t know.”

  And just like that, I was back to work.

  Jag drove us past his house and continued further down the road. He took us to an industrial area and pulled his bike up out in front of an unmarked warehouse.

  “Wait here,” he said as he dismounted.

  “Alone?” I questioned. “Jag, I don’t like the looks of this place.”

  He turned back to me, and in a very stern voice, he said: “Fine, you can come inside. But once you’re in, there’s no getting out.”

  I got off the motorcycle and followed him inside, the rush of discovery filling me once again.

  The warehouse was dark, lit only by the moonlight shining through the row of windows near the roof. It was mostly empty from what I could tell, with large steel beams that ran from the floor to the roof. Chains hung down from overhead pulleys that appeared to be unused for quite some time.

  Jag led me to an office in the back. He turned on a light, illuminating a desk covered in papers. It didn’t appear to have been used recently, either; dust had begun settling in.

  “What is this place?” I asked.

  “A place I shouldn’t be showing you,” he said as he dragged a rug to the side, revealing a trap door.

  Jag pulled it up, unveiling a dim glow underneath. He stepped down the stairs carefully, and I followed.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes. Chills shot down my spine as I realized what I was being shown.

  The entire area underneath the warehouse was a grow op. Rows upon rows of marijuana plants grew beneath light fixtures.

  Never before had I seen anything like this. There had to be thousands, possibly even tens of thousands of plants here.

  Jag walked through the rows of plants in a zig-zag pattern. I stayed by the stairs and waited, only able to see his head and shoulders above the sea of green.

  He ducked down somewhere in the middle of the plants, then started making his way back to me. He was carrying a black bag.

  “So, are you in?” he asked as he got close to me.

  “Yeah,” I said, unsure of whether or not I was lying.

  Jag let me go up first before handing the bag up to me. He followed shortly after.

  We got back onto his motorcycle and began driving with the bag slung over my shoulder. My stomach was rumbling, but I knew better than to complain about something like hunger right now.

  I was being kept in the dark about what was actually going on. There were no indications as to what was in the bag, but my best guess was either drugs or money. Either way, there was enough of it to put a person behind bars for life.

  We got on the highway and quickly made our way to another part of the city. Our final destination was The Varnish, a classy-looking establishment.

  Jag parked the bike in the back, where two beefy men guarded the back door. Without a word, they moved to the side and opened the door for us, revealing a dark staircase heading into the basement. The room at the bottom was the only source of light, providing a dim red glow to the stairs.

  I quickly grew curious and couldn’t wait to see what they were up to, but I put on my best poker face and followed Jag down. The smell of cigar smoke filled the air inside.

  Immediately, I recognized Governor Prat. He was sitting at a round table beside Rodney.

  “Who’s she?” Prat exclaimed as he saw me in tow.

  “Relax, she’s my girlfriend.”

  Girlfriend?

  “You know how risky it is for anyone to see me here, with you two, right?”

 
“I trust her,” Jag said. “You have nothing to worry about.”

  Rodney’s eyes were fixed on me the entire time. Jag might have trusted me, but Rodney? I definitely had my doubts. I had to be cautious around him.

  “Fine, but it’s you that’s taking the fall if we get ratted out.”

  Jag walked up closer to the table and threw the bag on top.

  “There. It’s all there,” he said as he backed away.

  Prat unzipped it and spread the bag wide, examining the contents. The curiosity was killing me. Were these guys actually bribing high-ranking politicians?

  Before I could see what was inside, he zipped it back up. Special care had been taken as to not expose the contents to me.

  “Thank you,” Prat said as he nodded his head to Jag. “Now get her out of here.”

  This case just kept getting bigger and bigger.

  We got back on Jag’s bike and he started it up. He turned his head to the side. “It’s getting a bit late. You wanna just order Chinese?”

  “Sure.”

  When we got back to his house, I sat down on the couch while he called the nearest Chinese place in town, ordering enough to feed a family of four. Then he came and sat down beside me with a devious grin on his face.

  “You know, we have a little time to kill while we wait,” he said coolly.

  I returned the smile, and it was on. He threw me down against the cushions and began unbuttoning my shirt as quickly as he could. Then my bra, soon followed by my pants.

  He stood up to take his clothes off, and I looked to the large picture window at the front of his house.

  “Should we close the blinds?”

  “Nah,” he replied as he laid back down on top of me. “We’ll be quick.”

  He reached down with one hand and ran his fingers up and down my slit, spreading my juices around before he rammed his cock deep inside me. I let out a weak moan of pleasure as he filled me deeply.

  With quick thrusts, he slapped his hips against my body and used my pussy to satisfy his more prevalent type of hunger. I loved being used. It felt amazing to hand over complete control to someone else as they did whatever they wanted to my body.

  I sunk my teeth into his neck and he groaned maniacally, thrusting harder than ever before.

  Frantically, he threw me off the couch and onto my knees. With one hand on my back, he bent me over the cool glass coffee table, causing my nipples to harden instantly when they came in contact with the surface.

  He used his other hand to rub the tip of his cock up and down my slit, spreading my juices around again until he rammed it inside, sending my thighs against the cool metal frame.

  I began to lose track of time as his hips pounded against my body; as he continued to use my pussy to satisfy his own needs.

  Then the doorbell rang, and we both stopped everything.

  Jag quickly pulled himself out of me, and I looked up to the window to see an old Chinese man, frozen with a look of shock plastered across his face.

  “God damn, they’re fast,” Jag muttered under his breath.

  I felt like I was going to die. Covering my breasts and groin the best I could with my arms, I ran back to Jag’s room and threw the door closed before hiding under the covers.

  Their voices echoed down the hall as Jag paid the man and got our food. I heard the door to the room open and Jag burst out laughing.

  “A little shy, are we?” he asked before crawling on top of me and uncovering my head.

  “That’s probably the most excitement that guy’s had in years.”

  I rolled onto my back so I could see Jag. His lips came crashing down on mine before he began peeling the rest of the covers back.

  “Now, where were we?” he said as he laid his naked body down on top of mine.

  His cock quickly found its favorite place once again, and it was like we had never been disturbed. The taste of his sweet lips against mine made me forget about my hunger, although the smell of Chinese food filling the air was an awful tease.

  Jag thrust hard and fast. The sound of his headboard rocking against the wall as he dominated me was like music to my ears. He ravaged my body like some kind of an animal, and I loved it.

  I reached down to my clit and began rubbing it, increasing the immense pleasure Jag was already giving to me, moaning louder and louder until I couldn’t take it any longer.

  Jag groaned in ecstasy, and that was all I could take; the sound of his pure bliss turned me on too much. The next stroke against my clit pulled all the blood from my head and caused my vision to blur as Jag unloaded inside me. The two of us grunted like the animals we were, cumming together.

  As soon as we were finished, Jag reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the bag of Chinese food. He opened it up and searched through the containers. I took a lemon chicken with fried rice. Jag handed me a plastic fork and we began eating.

  I had never eaten at this restaurant before, but their food was some of the best I’d ever had. Either that or it was just that after sex, food always tasted much, much better.

  Shattered Glass

  A couple weeks went by, and Jag and I were having the time of our lives. It felt like I was back in high school with that little girl crush all over again. The sex was mind-blowing too, and we had it at least twice a day.

  But sadly, all good things must come to an end. Jag had to get back to “business.” The club allowed him a leave to take care of me, but they wouldn’t allow that forever.

  Today would be the first time I went back to my apartment since I’d been released from the station. Jag tagged along just to make sure everything was all right and I was ready to go back.

  When we got there and I opened the door, the secure feeling he had built inside of me all came crashing down. My place was a mess. My clothes were thrown everywhere. Mirrors were broken. Couches were flipped over and gutted.

  “Shit,” Jag muttered under his breath. I was speechless.

  We walked through what was left of my things, allowing the realization to sink in. This had to have been Ryan.

  “This was that guy from the bar, wasn’t it?”

  “Yeah…” I murmured.

  “He better hope I never see him again. Come on, it’s not safe here. You can stay at my place until we fix this shit.”

  I stared at the wreckage for a moment longer before turning to follow Jag into the elevator.

  Jag had to get back to his daily duties with the club, and I understood. Rodney didn’t want him bringing me along with him. He was making it obvious that I wasn’t trusted.

  I found another job quickly this time. I didn’t want to be left alone at Jag’s house, even though he assured me everything would be fine. Any normal person would have pulled out of this mission the moment they walked into their trashed apartment. I couldn’t do that.

  This time, I was pouring coffee at some bougie café for the rich snobs that I worked so hard to protect. They forced me to wear long sleeves, covering up my tattoos and my identity. Otherwise, I would “scare off their clientele.”

  Whatever. I complied. I wasn’t ready to spend tiresome days searching for someone else to hire me.

  Then one day, Governor Prat came into the café. My ears perked immediately. He was talking quietly with his secretary. I quickly tossed my apron aside and pretended to leave through the front door, making sure I wasn’t seen. Instead, I turned around and got in line behind him.

  “Is my speech ready for next week?”

  “The one addressing Bill 420?” she replied.

  “Yeah,” he began speaking quietly. “There’s some… serious pressure to make sure that it passes.”

  Bill 420, I thought. I wasn’t familiar with that one. I took a mental note to look into it later.

  “All right, sir. I’ll make sure it’s prepared by the end of the day.”

  “Good,” he spoke at a normal volume once again.

  I turned around and left quietly, taking the opportunity to use my fifteen min
ute break to walk over to the library across the street.

  When I got there, I sat down at a computer and began searching for Bill 420. The results were shocking. How could I have not put the pieces together earlier? This was the bill they were trying to pass to legalize marijuana throughout the entire state.

  The thousands of weed plants, the bag of cash, the bribery investigation… it all made perfect sense now. The Satan’s Saviors wanted to control the legal drug trade, reaping the benefits of a massively increased market.

  I was supposed to meet Jag at the Angel Saloon after work that day, since I didn’t get off until at least seven. We were going to grab a beer then head somewhere low-key for dinner.

  The rest of the day I spent stuck in my head, unsure of where to go with this next. I knew that what I had seen in that basement was big enough that I’d have to report it to Jackson, but I needed to find a way to save Jag from it and get him out, first.

  I thought long and hard about the possibilities, but they all lead to me having to tell him the truth—to me having to tell him my big secret. I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t know if I ever would be.

  When I pulled my bike up to the Saloon, I parked it next to Jag’s and walked around to the entrance. It was pitch black out tonight. There was no moon; no stars. The only light came from the street and the small lamp they had illuminating the entrance.

  As I extended a hand to push the swinging western door open, I noticed someone on their way out. I stepped to the side and made room for them.

  It was Buster. Fuck, what’s he doing here again?

  “Well, hello there, sweet pea,” he said, tucking a cigarette between his lips.

  “Get outta here, scumbag,” I said and tried to walk past him.

  “Where you think you’re goin’?” he asked as he reached for my hip again. I slapped his hand away and took a step back.

  “Don’t touch me.”