by M. N. Forgy
My dick throbs with a slight pain, so hard it hurts. I pump my fingers one more time, before pulling them out, and sliding them into my mouth, tasting her sweetness. I grab the sides of her panties and pull them down her legs as she grabs my belt to unbuckle it, pulling it from the loops of my jeans, and dropping it to the floor. The belt buckle makes a clanking noise as it hits the tile. Her feet grab the sides of my jeans and push them down my legs, making my dick spring free instantly, grazing the side of the counter.
“No underwear?” she pants, eyeing my dick like dessert.
“Not today, baby,” I respond with a smile. I grab her by her bare ass and walk us toward her room, my jeans wrapped around my ankles and boots making it hard to walk.
I toss her onto her perfectly made bed, her naked frame bouncing on the mattress as she lands. I kick my boots and pants off, and pull my shirt and leather cut over my head with one tug.
Jessica’s hand clutches my dick, her hand pumping my cock while the other plays with my balls. My shaft tightens, wanting so much more of her. I’d blow my load if she wrapped that mouth of hers around my cock. She’s never given me head. Yet.
She lets go of my dick and uses her elbows to crawl backwards on the mattress, getting into her normal missionary position. Her knees slowly pull apart, revealing her sweet, pink pussy. My balls throb just looking at it, thinking about her tight wetness milking my cock.
I grab her by the foot and pull her to the edge of the bed, making her squeal. I lean down and pick her up, causing her to wrap her legs around my waist. My dick skirts along her heat, causing my head to bud a bead of excitement. I smash my lips to hers, biting her bottom lip as I turn us and fall on my back on the bed. She pulls from me, the look of fear on her face as she realizes I am not letting her on the bottom.
“Ride me,” I mutter, my voice rough with the urge to come.
“I-I—” she stutters, her body tensing. Her head falls downward, her eyes closed. I already want to give in; I don’t want to see her in pain, scared.
“Take control,” I encourage softly. She bites her lip and glances over at the dresser. Her face brightens with a devilish smirk and she climbs off me, scampering over to the dresser and picking up two headbands.
“Get on the pillows,” she demands, pointing toward the headboard.
I smirk and climb to the head of the bed.
Jessica being demanding is fucking hot.
She crawls on the bed seductively and climbs on top of me, her breasts brushing across my body as she grabs one of my wrists and places it against one of the bedposts. She wraps a black headband around my wrist and ties it to the distressed-white post. She climbs across me, her wet pussy gliding across my pecs as she ties up the other hand.
My heart skips a beat as I eye her pink, shaven pussy with eagerness, so badly wanting to watch her ride me, and in daylight nonetheless. I am about to blow my load just thinking about it.
She sits back eyeing her handiwork. She closes her eyes, and runs both of her hands through her hair anxiously. She lowers her head, her wary eyes looking at me, captivating me.
“I’m not going anywhere. Trust me,” I mutter, admiring her vixen stance. Her hair is falling over her flushed face, kneeling with her legs spread.
She takes a deep breath, looks up at the ceiling, and exhales. After battling her demons, she straddles my hips, her ass cheeks resting just above my dick. I test the restraints finding they’re weak. I could easily break out of them, but I won’t. I need her to feel safe. I need her to release me from them.
She closes her eyes and takes another deep breath. I can see she is still nervous being on top. Her breathing is labored and she keeps fidgeting with her hands.
“It’s just us, Jessica,” I encourage.
She pulls herself up, grips the head of my cock, and positions it under her pussy, the warmth coming from her radiating onto my shaft. She slowly slides down on my cock, her mouth parting as I fill her; my cock stretching her. She rests her hands on my chest as she lifts herself with her knees, sliding herself up and down on my dick.
I close my eyes and hiss, wanting this to last forever, but the way my balls are squeezing, it won’t.
Jessica’s knees tremble on my sides as she whimpers from pleasure. I reach forward wanting to feel her tits, but am stopped short from the headbands restraining me.
“Untie me,” I whisper, pushing my hips upward, meeting her thrust.
“No, I can’t,” she replies, her head falling back as she rides me greedily, her mouth vibrating a low hum. I smirk, pleased with the pleasure I am giving her.
“Untie me, Hummingbird,” I mutter, calling her the nickname I gave her.
“No!” she moans loudly, her nails digging into my chest as she rides my dick feverishly. I pull my hips back, making the head of my dick miss her G-spot. Her head snaps forward and she scowls. She twirls her hips trying to regain her rhythm, but I pull the opposite direction.
“Untie me, Hummingbird,” I demand huskily.
She eyes my restrained wrists, still pumping her hips up and down, desperately trying to regain that build of pleasure.
I thrust my hips just right, hitting her sweet spot, giving her a taste of bliss.
“Do it,” I whisper, watching the spark of desire ignite in her eyes.
She eyes me warily, her hair falling around her sweaty face. Her hands planted firmly on my chest, anchoring her on my cock.
“Come on, untie me,” I persuade.
“I can’t, Bobby. I’m not ready for that,” she pants, stopping all movement. I still, panic thudding against my chest as the pleasure running through my dick dissipates.
“What’s wrong? Why’d you stop?”
“I can’t do this. I thought maybe I—” she pauses, her voice cracking with pain, her eyes squeezing tightly shut.
“You can trust me,” I whisper, thrusting my hips. Her eyes flutter open, pinning me. “You can do this,” I encourage, swirling my hips to hit that sensitive spot deep inside her.
Her head falls back as her pleasure races back through her body.
“Oh, God,” she moans, pushing off the mattress with her knees to meet my thrusts.
“There you go, baby,” I pant, my dick warming with overwhelming pressure.
Her head falls forward, eyeing my wrists. I can tell she wants to untie me but she’s haunted by her traumatized past.
“Just untie one,” I groan, my dick vibrating with pleasure.
She nods, her silky hair flinging back and forth as she does so.
She leans over and unties my right hand, her pussy not leaving my cock. As soon as she unties my right hand, I dig my heels into the mattress and push myself upright, wrapping my free arm around her waist tightly. I drill my dick in and out of her, hitting repeatedly that spot that makes her go weak. She wraps her arms around my neck, bringing her breasts right to my face. I lick and then bite the top of her right breast as I continue to fuck her, her legs strangling my hips. My shoulder, from the wrist tied to the post, cramps, but the tightness surrounding my dick overrides the pain. I swirl my hips, making her entire body clench around me, an animalistic growl leaving her lips as her head falls backward. My dick instantly pulses, spilling warm cum into her. My shaft ignites with waves as an electric bolt shoots through my limbs.
I lie back on the bed, her naked, sweaty body on mine, and slide my free hand up her back, my fingers coming across her scars. Jessica tenses under my touch, making her roll from my grip onto her back.
“How did you do that?” she whispers, staring at the ceiling.
“What?” I ask.
“I was certain I wouldn’t untie you. Knowing you couldn’t touch me and I being in control made me feel being on top was okay, but I still untied you,” she answers softly, confused by her actions.
My skills in the sack make me smile arrogantly. Having sex with Jessica has always been an ultimate high, but today was an eternal mindfuck.
“Are you going to untie me?” I
question, quirking an eyebrow at her as my hand pulls on the last restraint.
“No,” she responds flatly.
My face falls flat, my shoulder blazing with tension in the ungodly angle it’s in, and my eyes widen. She looks over at me and giggles, completely amused with herself and climbs on top of me.
“You’re not as cute as you think you are,” I laugh, as she unties me.
“Yes, I am,” she quips.
My arm falls to the bed weightless, my entire limb burning as the blood regains flow. I feel Jessica’s finger slide across my scar indenting my side as she lays across me. I was shot taking a bullet for Shadow a couple of years ago. I died a few times on the way to the hospital, but it was worth saving my best friend. I couldn’t let a sleazy kingpin named Augustus take him out.
Jessica’s phone rings from the nightstand, making her whip her hand from my stomach to answer it.
“Dr. Wren,” she answers professionally. I take a deep breath and roll out of the bed in search of my clothes. I grab my pants and boots, putting them on while Jessica talks on her phone. I feel like I should leave. I’m not sure why. Usually when Jessica and I have sex, it’s in the middle of the night and she is the one leaving. However, to keep things less complicated, easy for her, I should bolt.
Jessica continues to talk on the phone quietly, her eyes peeking over her shoulder as I head for the bedroom door.
“I’m going to go,” I whisper. She nods in understanding and turns, dismissing me.
I walk out of her apartment, the scent of her and tones of coffee lingering on my skin. My phone buzzes in my pocket, making me dig inside my jeans for it.
Not paying attention, I bump into someone, causing me to drop my phone.
“Watch it!” a man’s voice snaps. I grab my phone off the floor and look at the person I bumped into. His hair is dark and cut into a mullet. His white shirt’s splattered with mustard stains and his jeans are cut-off at the knees.
“You watch it,” I bark, standing up straight. He is almost two feet smaller than me, making him cower under me.
“Oh, sorry, man,” he replies as I glare down at him, my lip curled in disgust. “I’m Dudley, the landlord,” he continues, his tone friendly as he wipes crumbs from his beer gut.
I cross my arms and widen my stance.
“The landlord, huh?” I question. “So you’re the reason this place has gone to shit,” I state.
His mouth falls open with a gasp. “It’s not as easy as it looks, man. This place is a dump,” he defends, snapping his gaping mouth shut, and pursing his lips.
I jab my finger into his chest hard, my face scowling at his response. “I know for a fact this place is not cheap on rent, and was in a lot better shape before. You better get it back that way before I come back here again. You can start with that security gate outside,” I growl, jabbing him in the chest once more. His eyes widen in fear from my aggressive tone as he nods.
“Yeah. Yeah, I will,” he answers, running his hand through his greasy hair. I scoff and walk around him. He clearly has been taking the tenants of this building’s money and pocketing it, letting everything fall to shit.
***
Arriving back at the club, I see Cherry leaning against her car. She has on those cute-as-hell short shorts that fray at the bottom, and a white top so tight, it’s causing her nipples to slightly pebble against the material. She’s cute as hell, but can be a pain in the ass.
I head into the garage, curious if my Chevy truck has arrived yet, when Cherry yells my name.
“Shit,” I mumble, trying to act as if I didn’t hear her.
“Bobby!” Cherry yells again.
“Yeah?” I reply, walking into the garage. My eyes light up; my truck arrived! Fuck yeah! I run my hand over the blue hood, eyeing the detail of the paint. It’s vintage and overall completely badass. I head to the driver’s side, excited to hear her purr when I start the engine.
“Do you know how to weld?” Cherry questions, leaning against the truck as I climb behind the wheel. Emanating a comforting smell, the leather of the seats wafts around me as I gawk at the craftsmanship. I take my gaze from the gray dashboard and raise my eyebrow at Cherry. “Why?” I ask, my hand on the keys, waiting for her to spit out what she wants so I can start the truck.
“I need some help with something,” she responds vaguely, looking the other way. I groan and drop my hand from the ignition. She is not going to make this easy.
“What do you want?” I respond exasperated.
“There is this playground that has a metal jungle gym, and a piece of it has come apart cutting the kids. I was wondering if you could fix it,” she finally says, tucking her strawberry hair behind her ear, her grayish eyes brightening with hope.
“Why do you care?” I interrogate further. Why the hell would she would be at a playground?
“I just do. Can you do it or not?” she snaps, her eyebrows furrowing inward.
“Where is this jungle gym?” I ask, leaning my head back against the seat.
She licks her bottom lip, taking a deep breath. “The south side, over at Gold Trailer Park,” her grayish eyes leave mine as she turns, looking off into the distance.
I shake my head, my eyes widening with disbelief.
“What the hell are you doing over at that side of town, Cherry?” I nearly yell. Lip wouldn’t let her over there surely. It isn’t safe; that’s where more crimes in the entire city occur. Where people on probation, or running from the law live.
“Does Lip know you were over there?” I continue, my hand testing the steering wheel as I wait for her to answer.
“I just care about the neighborhood. I grew up there. Can you help me or not?” she sasses, throwing her hand on her hip.
I shake my head, scoffing. I flick my gaze from my truck’s gauges to her, holding more of a sincere look than annoyed. She grew up there? I couldn’t imagine what kind of life she had growing up in such a place. I don’t know a lot about Cherry, a lot of people don’t. Phillip knew Cherry briefly before he was taken to prison. He made Cherry an ol’ lady so that we would have to take care of her while he was locked up. Everyone knows that.
“No, I can’t. I am not getting in the middle of whatever you and Lip got going on,” I reply as nicely as I can. I want to help her, but the last thing I need is to go against a brother.
Cherry scoffs, and rolls her eyes.
“Fine,” she mumbles, turning. She stops in front of a toolbox, grabbing a roll of duct tape. “I’ll fix it my fucking self,” she snaps, walking out of the garage.
What a pain in the ass. I grab the key in the ignition and turn it. The truck starts with a loud roar echoing throughout the garage. I grin wide, the smell of exhaust bellowing from the back of the truck. I press my foot on the accelerator, causing her to rumble. Fucking A.
Jessica
I sit on the bed, looking at the phone in my hand. Mr. Lanks had just called me; he’s the club’s lawyer. He’s dirty basically, but trustworthy. The club hired him for me after everything that had happened with Travis, making sure I didn’t say or do anything that would raise suspicion. I found out that Travis’s will was astronomical after his disappearance. From the house and land Travis was given from his grandfather, the lethal amount of money his grandfather gave him in his passing, along with the insurance money, Travis turned out to be worth more dead than alive. Everything was to go to me and Addie, but we haven’t seen a dime of it. Which is fine; I don’t need it. But it would be nice to put it in savings for Addie, for college. We haven’t seen anything of the will because it takes seven years for a court to sign off on a death certificate after someone goes missing if there is no evidence or signs of an immediate death. From what Mr. Lanks and the police told me back then, all they found was Travis’s car rammed into a tree, with the car door open, and some splatters of blood on the ground. No fingerprints or body parts. I was just told by Mr. Lanks that Travis has officially been declared dead though. The court signed off on his
death certificate today.
My hand sweats as I palm my phone, my chest beading sweat from the overwhelming anxiety running through me. I run my hands through my hair, and graze my fingers over my cell phone’s screen. Addie’s picture smiles back at me. Maybe Mr. Lanks is a sign that today is a day for a new beginning. As crazy as Bobby sounded earlier today, maybe he can help me. Maybe I can get a hold of myself and create the life I always wanted. Finding a loving man, maybe give Addie a brother or sister. With the money coming my way, I can slow down at work and spend more time with Addie even.
I climb off the bed, still naked and walk over to the closet, eyeing the box that haunts me. I take a deep breath and grab it, sliding it from its place on the shelf. I walk over to the bed and sit smack dab in the middle, crossing my legs as I contemplate opening it. I run my hands over the lid, my heart picking up as I look at it. I haven’t opened this in over two years. Biting my lip, I pull the lid off, the box filled with pictures, a collar, and my wedding rings stare back at me. My finger runs over the white leathered collar, the one Travis would put around my neck when he wanted me to obey him. I push it aside and grab the first photo I see. A picture of Travis’s family, along with Addie in Travis’s hands. I smile. Addie was so small; it’s crazy how she has grown.
My finger runs over Travis’s face, his chiseled jaw, and piercing eyes. He was handsome, but held a severe presence to him. Being on top with Bobby today was scary on so many levels. I wasn’t allowed on top with my husband much; it gave a sense of control which I wasn’t allowed. When Travis did allow me on top, he made sure I knew who was in control, and it wasn’t pleasurable. The acts with Bobby today caused memories from being with Travis to form behind my eyelids. Travis’s voice would sound in my ear, his hands gripping me painfully, causing me to have a panic attack. I never let go, never felt anything other than fear. Not ‘til today. After I tied Bobby up, and had the warmth of combusting from the depths Bobby was hitting, I forgot all about Travis, until afterwards. What was so different?