Leaning forward, Celestina closed her lips around the slick skin of his head and sucked hard. It was so sudden and natural. Jesse exhaled sharply and squeezed his eyes shut as she took the rest of his cock inside her mouth even deeper than he thought was possible.
When she started sliding him in and out, wet and rhythmic, he shivered and found himself gripping the edge of the money table for balance. Celestina gathered speed and altered tactics, using her mouth and tongue to tempt his shaft and her hand to cup his balls and rub along his scrotum with a strong, masterful touch. It was getting hard to breathe. The blackness over Jesse’s closed eyelids began to swirl and dance like a midnight sandstorm.
“I am not…even…yes…going to ask…how…god…you got so good at that. Fuck. Fuck.”
He was so turned on, so hard, and so ready. The danger of being discovered was heightening his need. Jesse wove his hands into Celestina’s hair and used it to pull her head back sharply away from his shaft.
“You’ve got to stop. I don’t want to come yet. I’m not finished with you.”
He released her hair and head backward, loving the sight of the naked ardor on her face. Roughly, he pushed her thighs apart and pulled her back toward the edge of the table where he could easily reach her snatch. The momentum rocked Celestina off-balance and she sprawled over the money table, landing on her back. More bills fluttered off the table to the ground. She looked so good that Jesse laughed, momentarily stunned. He seared the image of the primed and prone Italian princess onto his brain. He’d want to remember and look at the memory later, save it for a rainy day. When other things started to matter again.
“You can give it,” he grunted, “Now can you take it?”
Jesse’s frisky and coltish grin had traveled all the way to his voice, and his galloping pulse hammered in his ears. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so alive, so keyed up. Celestina was moving to sit up, to retort, but he brought his body over her like a cage.
“You’re not going anywhere. That’s a good girl.”
Her eyes were wild like a tigress’. Jesse leaned over his prize and kissed her fully on the mouth, his teeth pinching her bottom lip playfully. Voltage sizzled between their tongues. Reaching down and pushing his hand between her legs, Jesse felt the substantial wetness and let his fingers glide along the rim of her pussy. Celestina’s body shivered. Jesse knew she was brimming for him, but first he wanted to tease her and make her ache. Then they could burn together.
He kissed her again, pressing his chest against hers, and traced his fingers along in a provocative circle around her clit. With each stroke his touch spiraled closer and closer to its center and her nerves crackled with heat. Jesse felt Celestina’s muscles convulsing with pleasure, but the weight of his body held her captive beneath him. Each pang of pleasure his hands coaxed from her quim flashed like lightning through her body into his.
His cock pulsed with the beat of his heart. He shoved two fingers into Celestina’s mouth until she sucked, a foretaste of being inside her that sent a tingling sensation throughout Jesse’s entire body. It felt like his skeleton was buzzing. He took advantage of the moisture from Celestina’s mouth and plunged his fingers into her pussy, thrusting hard and deep.
“Oh god,” she moaned.
Every muscle in Jesse’s body contracted in reaction and his forearm burned with the concentration of effort as he pushed and searched further inside her. While his fingers thrust forcibly, his thumb circled her clit in a gentle, steady pulse. She was tight and hot and wet, growing wetter by the second. Dripping for it.
“Oh Jesse, that feels so good.”
“Yeah? Come for me baby. Give it to me. I want it.”
Jesse could feel her entire body beneath him reverberating with each motion of his hand. He turned up the pressure of his thumb on her clit and probed rhythmically with his fingers until her skin was glistening with sweat and she convulsed violently beneath him.
“Yes! Like that.”
“Good girl.”
“God! Oh! Yes!”
“Give it to me, come on. Cum.”
“Yes, like that! Yes!”
Jesse pushed her over the edge, laughing and grinding his teeth jealously as he watched her face writhe in ecstasy. He could feel the veins standing out on his neck with the strain of longing to be in her body. Celestina’s back and neck arched, her lips trembled and mouth opened wide in a silent scream of passion. Watching her cum made him even harder.
“Good girl,” he moaned, pressing his body over her. He wanted to feel her every twitch and spasm, every throe of nerves against his naked skin. Jesse kissed down Celestina’s neck, her breasts, until she released and started to breathe again.
“You came so hard. Don’t lose that thought,” he whispered.
He had planned on going down on her but now lost his patience, couldn’t stand the wait any longer. While Celestina panted in a pleasure daze on the table, Jesse rummaged through his wallet until he found the foil packet he always carried. He believed in being prepared for anything at any time, and was seldom caught sleeping. He rolled on the condom in one motion with the precision and speed of an expert.
Pulling at Celestina’s arms, he yanked her up to sit and drew her close to him at the table’s edge. It was the perfect height and brought her hips level with his. Gripping the base of his shaft with his fingers, he aimed and steered the tip of his bulky cock along the edge of her lathered pussy until he found the ring of fire. He used his other hand to tip her chin, forcing her to look in his eyes.
“Tell me you want it, Miss Vice President.”
“I want it.”
“Ask me for it.”
“Yes, I want you inside me. Give it to me.”
“Good.”
Celestina moaned. She placed her hands on his chest as he grabbed her ass with a swift motion, shocking his senses with the thunderclap of penetration. Sheathed in her body, Jesse threw his head back and growled.
“Fuck yes you feel good. Yes!”
He’d known she would. Gripping her thighs, he rocked her fast against him, drunk with the sensation of her heat and closeness around his dick. Her nails bit into his back. Each time she breathed her spine undulated, rubbing her breasts against his chest and her soft feminine belly against the washboard of his cut abdomen. Her movements and the angle of the table drove him deeper inside. She wrapped her legs around Jesse’s hips and locked them in a bind over his ass, clutching for dear life.
The friction of clean, smooth skin, body on body, increased the heat. It felt like his rod and bones were filled with lava, burning the marrow of his being. There was no shelter from the fire, no shade from the sun. Everything burned. Jesse scraped his face along Celestina’s, moaning, savoring the clash of his sandpaper scruff and her porcelain smoothness, the sound of the scrape of their skins meeting. Over it all was the screaming heat of penetration, the depth and burning of her pussy over him.
“Oh baby,” he groaned. “You like me fucking you? Feel me inside you?”
He wanted to bore into her and merge in every direction, to suffocate and fill himself with her, to drink her up. He could smell, feel, and taste her all at once. She was his drug.
“Yes! Oh, Jesse, yes baby, fuck me.”
He circled his hips, circling further inside her, up and in, maximizing contact and impact. Thrusting in as deep as he could, he grasped her body to him and held.
“Ah! God!” She cried.
The sensation was so hot it almost hurt and the radiation of it consumed Jesse, made him sweat. Sealed and seared together, they clutched and moaned.
“You like it like this?”
“Oh, Jesse, yes.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes!”
He drove his hips back and forth, breaking the lock and reaming her fiercely with his cock. He crashed and crushed into her, feeling her flesh shiver around him. Greedy for each backfiring of her body reacting to his thrusts, he pushed deeper and watched her pupils dilate. Each push made
him harder and harder until he thought he would splinter into nuclear fragments.
“Oh baby yes!”
“You’re mine now girl.”
He wrapped his arms around her, his hands running relay along her hips and shoulders, winding their way to her breasts. He squeezed her nipples tightly, pinching until they turned pink and Celestina cried out.
“Oh my god!”
A burst of warmth flooded from her pussy all over his cock and balls, taking his breath away. She was so wet! Jesse sucked in his breath.
“Yes,” he laughed. “Do that again!”
“Oh baby!”
He twisted and teased her nipples, kneading her breasts in his fists. Flicking his thumbs across her nipples, he found a pattern in time with the propulsion of his cock, in and out, assaulting her on all fronts. It was like playing an instrument she was so sensitive, the agony of pleasure so easy to read in her face and trembling limbs, easy to feel in the velvety juice of her quim. It was clear she was as much a slave to their cataclysmic chemistry as he. She rubbed herself along his body in response, keyed up and shivering, riding his boner and gyrating her hips ferociously against him.
“You fucking me back now? Huh? Is that what you’re doing?”
“Yeah baby,” Celestina moaned.
“I like it when you ride me.”
“It’s only fair.”
“Fair?” He slammed into her playfully, making her gasp. And again, harder. Almost too hard. “Nothing is fair. I am not fair. Just fuck me.”
She grabbed at his shoulders for steadiness, but flailed. “Oh fuck!”
Jesse’s dark grin returned. He could feel the pleasure of her all the way in his teeth. “I like it when you move like that baby. I want it faster. Go on, fuck me.”
“You’re so hard, baby, it feels so good. You’re so far in me.”
“Faster. Go on. Fuck me.”
“Oh god!”
Jesse moved his thumb back to her clit, circling as their hips heaved together. Celestina gasped and screwed her eyes shut, her hands slamming against Jesse’s chest before she grabbed desperately at her own hair, tearing it out of it’s bun. She was coming unhinged, lost in the riptide. She looked like heaven to him, or the closest thing he’d ever get.
“Yes, fuck yes,” urged Jesse. “Give it to me. Yes!”
Their foreheads pressed together, their gazes locked eye-to-eye, teeth bared in wild grins as they ground into each other, thighs and hips rocking, pulsing, blazing. They raced faster. Celestina tried to kiss him but lost her balance, careening against him, and laughed instead. The musical sound of her laughter morphed into a deep, guttural moan as his momentum accelerated. Her voice was chopped, staccato, choked with pleasure. Hearing her made Jesse’s throat tighten and his groin jump, and he groaned in answer.
“Go on, feel me. Fuck me back, baby. Go on girl.”
“Oh Jesse!”
“Yes, girl! Fuck me. I’m fucking you.”
Another burst of volcanic heat erupted deep inside, and Jesse felt Celestina’s body clench tighter around his cock.
“Good girl, let it out! Yes!”
“Oh my god!”
“Good girl!”
It felt so incredible when she came on him, a cataclysm that drenched Jesse and fed his own thirst. Her back arched in a siren’s semicircle, giving him full view of her trembling curves and shivering bliss. The pressure and heat between them was overwhelming, compounding each time he pierced her with his rod.
“Damn, yes! You want it! You want it harder? Come on, tell me you want it.”
“Yes, Jesse! Yes! Oh my god!”
Fuck she was glorious, totally without shame or self-consciousness. Celestina’s hands moved along her face and breasts as Jesse bombarded her with his cock.
“Oh, god!” Celestina roared and exploded.
Watching her careen into orgasm like a charmed cobra, Jesse was mesmerized. Knowing he’d wrecked her twice excited him, enhanced the delirium she wreaked on his brain. He fucked harder into it, winding the clock, the pressure building behind his eyes and ringing in his ears. His entire spine tingled and his vision grew dizzy. Sparks seemed to dance over their skin wherever it touched, inside and out.
“You’re so good, girl. I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna give it to you. For you, baby.”
“Yes! I want it, cum baby!”
Celestina was still spinning in climax when Jesse met her, his body caught in the frenzy. Somewhere in his consciousness the desert sun was on his back, the wind in his face, freedom around the corner. The momentum of his thrusts spun toward the light, spiraled into Celestina’s warmth. He was on fire, the borders of his being blurred into her.
Detonation. Incineration. Transformation.
“Fuck yes fuck fuck!”
“Oh, Jesse, yes!”
Straining at the seams, Jesse shot his load and felt his cum spread in vivid heat between their two pairs of legs. They were lost in each other.
“Dios mia.”
He came hard, very hard. His knees buckled and he collapsed trembling over Celestina’s prostrate form, burying her in his weight. His cock was still hard, still throbbing, as if in shock. He couldn’t catch his breath. It felt like all the blood in his body had rushed to the point where his flesh disappeared into hers. He didn’t want to separate, not quite yet. It felt too good to be inside, surrounded, connected.
Celestina’s fingers wound their way into his hair, scratching his scalp. Goosebumps rose all over his body as an eerie feeling of déjà vu glimmered across his stupefied brain like a tornado. This woman, this connection…it felt oddly right, like something from a dream. How could that possibly be, when Jesse knew that everything about it was wrong?
“Fuck,” he growled, licking his lips. The sound of his own voice brought him back to his body, slowly. He moved a little and felt her quiver over his cock. “I think I could go again right now baby. What are you?”
Celestina’s voice was raspy and soft. “I’m trouble.”
Jesse’s laughter was raw and warm. “I’ll say.”
Trembling in the aftermath of the best sex he could remember, Jesse willed his heartbeat to slow down from its gallop and pushed the red haze of desire away from his mind. In his inmost quiet, the piece of him that never slept, he realized this could only possibly be the beginning of the storm.
Chapter Six
A lot can happen in one day; the world can change, perspectives can shift, spirits can be renewed. Axle Derian¸ the grizzled President of the Ruiners’ Motorcycle Club, felt refreshed. It was still amazing to him that one day – actually only 21 hours – was all it took to swap worlds.
An Iron Butt run on his bright red Ducati Monster 1200 S always re-set his perspectives. Late last night he’d saddled up his steel horse and fled like a refugee from the cruel heat of Las Vegas to the volcanic clarity of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Dawn had broken somewhere in the dense forests of Yosemite. Midday had presented the glimmering diorama of the Golden Gate Bridge and San Francisco Bay spreading below him like the treasure of the world. Now he’d be back to Sin City by dinnertime.
It never got old.
But he did. Axle wasn’t a young guy anymore and he was feeling it, but as long as he could ride he could lead the club. These runs were important for him, proving to himself he still had the virility, but each marathon got harder. He flexed his fingers and rolled his wrists carefully over the handlebars, coaxing feeling and blood back into his extremities. Almost there…
Axle knew the glimmer of light reflecting off of the buildings in the distance was not a mirage. Nevertheless, the shapes were improbable. The Las Vegas strip jutted like a cowlick from the barren beige nothingness of the Mojave. Squinting his steel-gray eyes behind his Oakley’s, Axle could make out the ebony top of the Luxor pyramid dancing on top of the Paris balloon. Near it, New York New York’s rooftop knockoff of the Coney Island roller coaster careened crazily on top of the coppery Treasure Island façade.
Home sw
eet home.
It was all a trick of perception, a distortion courtesy of the desert. Waves of late afternoon heat rising from the road made finding anything in the desert a bitch, but Axle knew these highways as intimately as his wife’s constellation of moles…the shape of the big dipper on her lower back and the seven sisters on her right thigh.
Thinking of his wife, Voski, splashed a smile across Axle’s scarred face. A day on the road always made him anxious to get home to his wife. It was the biker’s dilemma: woman or ride.
Back in his single days, the ride had always won out. It had never been hard to find company for a night or two along the way, and it still would be easy enough if he was so inclined. There were plenty of sweet butts and hard bellies at every clubhouse, hoping to hook up and find a way into the life. Most of then wanted to become someone’s old lady. Some guys kept a couple girlfriends, here and there.
But it was different with Voski. Sure he still noticed beautiful women, but he never made a move. Paul Newman said it best – why go out for a hamburger when you have steak waiting at home? Besides, Voski would kill him.
Glancing in the rearview mirror, Axle’s lips pressed proudly together at the sight of the entourage filling the highway lanes behind him high and tight, a dark swarm of buzzing hornets. There were thirty club brothers behind him wearing their colors representing the Las Vegas mother chapter of the Ruiners Motorcycle Club, cruising toward their home town like a Roman legion on wheels; following his charter were twenty brothers from Reno, fifteen from Albuquerque, ten from Compton, and ten Nomads.
Not a bad turnout for the 15th Annual Bleeding Cheeks Run.
“Woohoo!” Axle roared into the air, pumping his arms.
Behind him, he heard his cry echoed by his brothers.
Highway 93 led them back into the city limits and the speed of the entourage slowed appropriately. Axle was proud of this community of road warriors. Carving a territory in Las Vegas hadn’t been easy, and now he was fighting for it all over again with the goddamn Auditores. It was never peaceful, the MC life. How much longer could Axle keep up the warfare, the bombings, the violence, or the cost of operations?
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