“I want to see you too,” I said, in a meek weak voice, like I was asking him to do something he didn’t want to do.
Abe stepped away from me and I watched with bated breath as he started taking his clothes off. One by one they came off, his t-shirt, his jeans and then his boxers. Abe was standing completely naked in the living room in front of me. I was balancing myself on the back edge of the couch, looking at him with my mouth hanging open.
He was even panty-dropping hotter than I’d imagined him to be. He was muscular, with six-pack abs and tattoos winding around both arms and the right side of his chest that trailed up the side of his neck. He stood with his rock-solid thighs apart, reaching for the cock that was erect and throbbing between his legs.
I stared at that cock hungrily, my pussy ached with the need to have it inside me. I felt like I was going to go crazy if I didn’t feel him slide into me.
Abe stroked himself, slowly at first with his large rough right hand. He was watching me too, his eyes gliding over my rosy pebbled nibbles, my shivering belly and the way I had parted my legs for him.
I licked my lips, I was getting impatient.
“Fuck me, Abe,” I said, in a soft voice, just seconds before he lunged at me, lifting me up in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing my heels into his perfect tight ass. I felt like I was on a high.
We were kissing again, this time it was me who was kissing him harder. His arms were tightly wound around my waist and he was holding me up. I could feel the muscles on his shoulders moving with every move that he made. He was strong and powerful and I felt small and light in his arms.
I wished I didn’t want him this much, that he didn’t make me so wet with just one look. My pussy rubbed against his belly and I could feel the heat of his cock underneath me.
He pulled his mouth away from me and I gasped. Abe’s eyes were focused on me, looking deep into my soul as he started moving. I knew what he was doing, he was going to thrust into me. He moved and adjusted himself till the tip of his cock grazed against the folds of my pussy.
I threw my head back and moaned, my eyes rolled as I gave myself up to him. I could feel his cock parting my folds slowly, it slipped in, just an inch and I moaned even louder.
Slowly, with every inch, Abe’s cock slid into me. He was being gentle with me at first and I could feel him filling me up. I rolled my hips, trying to get his cock inside me, big and strong, it was stretching my small pussy. But it didn’t hurt, it felt too good to hurt. Then, just as I thought I had recovered my breath, Abe started pounding into me.
I gasped again, choking with the unbearably amazing feeling of having his cock inside me. Abe held me firmly as I bounced in his arms. My legs were tightened around his ass, around his thighs and I slid up and down while his cock started thrusting rapidly into me.
I could feel his full length now, rubbing against the walls of my pussy. My clit throbbed and vibrated with pleasure as I clung to him. Every cell of my body was aching for a release, and no man had felt this good inside me before.
Abe fucked like a machine, like he was never going to tire of thrusting his cock in and out of me. I already felt like giving up, like I couldn’t hold out for a second longer. While his cock rammed in and out of me, I screamed his name, digging my nails into the back of his shoulders. I was going to come.
He kept thrusting, his cock rubbed that spot deep inside me that set my orgasm in motion and I gasped for air as I started coming. I could feel my juices spilling out of me and when he realized what was happening; he started thrusting even harder.
Our bodies crashed into each other, squeaking and sliding while I came. My toes curled, my nails dig into his bulging tattooed biceps and Abe kept thrusting. I came all over his cock, that solid monstrous thing that gave me unbelievable pleasure. I was breathless within seconds, my breasts shaking and heaving as my orgasm began to relax but Abe didn’t stop. He hadn’t come yet.
He pushed me back to the couch, dropping me down and I gasped when I fell. He didn’t waste a moment, instead he climbed up on the couch, with his feet on the edge and he grabbed my waist again, pulling me up by the hips.
His cock thrust into my pussy and I cried out with pleasure. I could come again. I felt him slide into me, inch by inch till he had filled me up again. This time, his thrusts had become wilder, he was on a mission.
I stared at him, while he stared at my breasts. I could see him imagining his mouth on my nipples again. I knew I could go crazy watching him watching me, wanting me…I didn’t think a man like him could want me. I didn’t think I could want a man like him so much either.
I felt his grip on my hips tighten and I knew he was going to come. Abe jerked, growling loudly and then he pulled himself out of my pussy. He grabbed his cock with his right hand, stroking it ravenously over me till I saw it shoot its seed right on my belly. I moaned and moved my hips, thrilling at the sight of him emptying himself on my body. His sticky liquid seed was spread all over my stomach and he kept going, kept stroking himself, till he had emptied the last drop of his cum on me.
Then he staggered back, letting go of his cock; like he had shocked himself. I wanted to reach for him, to pull him to myself. I wanted him to hold me, to be in his arms but Abe was already too far away. He was already regretting what he had done.
I straightened myself up on the couch. His cum was still on my belly; I could feel its cold stickiness there.
“We should get dressed before your brother gets back,” he said and bent down to start picking up his clothes. I felt another wave of tears wash over me as I watched him hurriedly dressing himself.
I wanted to hate him. I wanted to despise the fact that I had slept with him, but I couldn’t. In those minutes when Abe had been inside me, I felt like I was safe at last, like I had nothing to worry about. No other person had ever made me feel that way, not even my parents or any other man.
I looked away from him, slowly getting up and reaching for the box of tissues on the small coffee table in front of the couch. With a shaking hand, I wiped his cum off my belly.
11
Abe
I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have fucked Oz’ sister, no matter how hot she was! Now, she was wiping my cum off her stomach and I watched her with clenched fists. I was mad at myself. There were some things that were supposed to be off limits, some women we weren’t supposed to touch. A fellow MC member’s sister was one of them and Oz was very close to becoming a prospect.
Alexis looked beautiful as she sat there on the couch, still completely naked. She had a delicate tender body and I had been inside her. I knew exactly how good she felt. Unlike her usual mood, which was fiery and bordering on violent; she was sweet and sexy when we were having sex. My cock fit tight inside her pussy and even though I was fully dressed now; like nothing had happened between us…I was already ready for round two.
Her red hair was falling over her face, and she looked up at me suddenly; catching me watching her. She didn’t shy away from me, instead, she glared—like she was warning me of something. Then she bent forward and picked up her pajamas, pulling them up her slender legs.
I watched her every movement; reliving that moment when I first saw her naked and how she had blown my mind away.
She opened her mouth to speak, I had seen her cry…was she going to tell me to get out again? Was she embarrassed for crying in front of me? She seemed like the kind of girl who would; who didn’t ever want someone to see her weak.
Before she could say anything, I heard the sound of a key turning in the lock of the front door.
“It’s Oz!” she whispered heavily, picking up her shirt and trying to quickly slip it on.
“I just got readymade pop-tarts instead, we can just pop it in the toaster,” I heard Oz’ voice, as it drew closer. I looked over to the door and there he was, grocery bag in hand and staring at me like he’d seen a ghost.
“Sup man,” I tipped my head up at him and he looked mildly happy
to see me. I could sense that he had been waiting the whole week to hear back from me.
“Abe, man, what are you doing here?” he let the bag drop to the floor and rushed to greet me, extending a hand for me to shake. Then his gaze fell on his sister who was still sitting on the couch. She was just doing up the top two buttons of her shirt and I watched as Oz’ eyes darkened.
“Sis?” his voice had weakened too, and he whipped his head around to look at me with his brows crossed.
“Your sister very kindly let me in,” I said, smirking; hoping that I could hide how crazily I wanted her again.
Oz’ eyes were narrowed at me, he clenched his jaws as he tried to work it out in his head.
“You fucked her. You fucked my sister!” he growled and I heard Alexis squeal as Oz leapt at me, his fist bunched up and just an inch from my face but I’d stopped him, pushing my palm into his fist and toppling him backwards.
“Okay, just calm down here, Oz,” I said and he slipped away from me, trying to get a punch in again. I lunged at him, grabbing his waist and pushing him back onto the couch.
They weren’t kidding when they said that this kid was strong. I usually didn’t have a problem in a fist fight, but it was a lot of work keeping this boy down. Oz roared, punching his fists in the air and kicking at me while I tried to keep him pinned to the couch.
“Stop it you two! You need to stop, now!” Alexis was squealing as she watched us fight each other.
Oz managed to push me off and he got a punch in, a hard one straight to my stomach and I felt the breath being knocked out of me.
“Don’t fucking make me hit you, man,” I growled while he flexed his knuckles, heaving hard.
“You fucked my sister, in my home, behind my back! You fucking motherfucker!” Oz roared and he came at me again.
I grabbed him by his shoulder and whipped myself around, wrapping an arm around his neck and choking him lightly; making sure that he couldn’t move.
“Stop it! Please just stop!” Alexis screamed and I looked at her. She was standing in the corner of the room, with her hands on her mouth, screeching. This was exactly the sort of violence she was against, and we were not doing ourselves any favors by giving her a little demonstration of it.
“Oz, we need to sit down and talk about this like men. I’m going to let you go but you have to stop taking punches at me,” I said while he continued to writhe and struggle in my arms. His face was turning red. He was strong, he was very strong but I was stronger than him and I needed him to know that.
“What is there to talk about? You came in here and fucked my sister!” he groaned and growled while he tried to get out of my grip.
“I wanted it, okay? I wanted him!” Alexis screeched and instantly, I felt Oz stop struggling. I released his neck and he staggered forward, trying to get back his footing.
“What did you just say?” he stepped threateningly towards his sister and I fought the urge to defend her. I was itching to pull him back, away from Alexis but I knew that would be wrong. This was between the two of them and I had caused too much damage already.
“I said that I wanted him to…fuck me,” Alexis said, in a weaker shriller voice. I could see that she was struggling to keep her head up, to meet her brother’s eyes while Oz glared at her.
“You wanted to sleep with Abe? From Marked Skulls? You know who he is, right?” Oz shouted and Alexis licked her lips nervously and nodded her head.
“Yes, I do…what I’m trying to say is that you don’t need to defend my honor because it’s not like he forced himself on me. I wanted it too,” Alexis continued and I could see her cheeks turning pink again. She was ashamed and embarrassed and angry with herself; all at the same time.
Oz was breathing heavily, still glaring at her.
“I don’t believe this. I don’t fucking believe this! This is the man you’re forcing to stay away from me and then you go and sleep with him?” Oz’ voice quivered as he pointed at me.
I was watching Alexis, trying to stop thinking about how I wanted to take her into my arms. I hoped fiercely that she wouldn’t break down in tears again, because I wouldn’t be able to control myself then. My reflex would be to hit Oz, to break anything that had made this woman sad.
“I know how this sounds, Oz, trust me…I didn’t want to…” Alexis said, in a pleading helpless voice and Oz whipped away from her. He glared at me and gulped.
“Look man, maybe we should all sit down and just talk. I don’t want to disrespect you,” I said and he shook his head.
“This is all fucking messed up. I can’t believe your double standards. It’s like you want to do everything to stop me from doing what I want to do. And then, you don’t live by your own rules!” he barked at Alexis again and she looked away from him.
“Okay, that’s enough, Oz. You need to stop screaming at your sister,” I stepped up towards them and Oz looked at me again, his eyes bloodshot.
“Just because you’ve fucked my sister once doesn’t make you an expert on our family,” he hissed and then pushing past me, he strode out of the living room. I heard the front door open and bang shut, while Alexis remained in the corner, with her head hanging low.
“You all right?” I asked and she nodded her head. I could see that she was struggling to keep her tears in.
“You should go after him. I’ll be the last person he wants to talk to right now,” she said and looked back up at me with watery eyes.
“I’m sorry for…” I began to say and she interrupted me.
“Don’t apologize. It was my decision to sleep with you, I’ll deal with it and get over it. You deal with Oz, since that’s what you’re good at,” she said and Alexis left the room too.
I sighed and took a minute to compose myself, before I ran out of the apartment. I needed to find Oz so that I could tell him what I had come here to say in the first place; that I had a job for him.
“Oz, wait up, man!” I called after him when I ran out of their apartment building. He was sprinting, trying to cross the road before I could get to him but the traffic made it impossible, he was stuck there, trying to keep his gaze firmly averted from me. I didn’t blame the kid. He must have been forced to have an image in his head of me with his sister. He didn’t want to look me in the eye.
“Are we cool here?” I went up to him, standing behind him. I could see him clenching his jaws. I gave him a minute and then placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.
“Look man, I get it. I shouldn’t have done anything with your sister, and I know she tells you she hates me,” I said and he whipped around to look at me. There was still some rage in his eyes and I didn’t blame him for it.
“Her fucking double standards, man!” he growled, flaring his nostrils, and I nodded my head.
“I don’t understand women either,” I said, grinning and Oz shook his head, like his mind was all messed up inside.
“It’s like…she doesn’t want me to be happy or something. She wants me to lead this picture perfect life, according to her fantasy. What happens to what I want?” Oz continued and I nodded my head.
“I hear you, and I think you need at least one chance to decide if this is the life you want or not,” I said and Oz looked at me hopefully.
“This is the life I want. I know that already,” he stated and I smiled.
“Okay, then I have a job for you. Consider it a preliminary test, one of probably several more before you get officially patched in to the MC,” I said and now Oz couldn’t help but smile.
“Where and when do you need me?” he asked.
“Tomorrow, midnight, I’ll text you the address when the location is decided,” I said and Oz nodded, looking all serious.
“I’ll be there,” he said, then his expression changed again. “Look, man, I didn’t mean to hit you. As in, I did, but I wasn’t thinking straight…I mean, she’s my sister and all,” Oz said sounding apologetic, and I thumped his back and smiled.
“It’s already forgotten. Can’t b
lame you for the way you reacted. I would have done the same thing if I was in your place, and if I had a sister,” I said and we smiled at each other. Oz ran a hand through his hair.
“Is it like…are you two like a thing now or something?” he asked and I forced myself to laugh, even though that question felt like a slap across the face.
“I don’t think any man can tie down that woman to one place. No, we’re not a thing, we’re just…” I said and Oz looked away from me, embarrassed.
“Yeah, cool, you don’t have to explain it to me,” he said and I laughed at his embarrassment.
“Honestly man, I don’t know what to do about her. I want this job, I want to be a part of the MC, this is the life I want to lead…but my sister, Alexis, she’s just making everything difficult for me. I don’t want to sound like a pussy right now, not right after you’ve offered me a job, but I don’t want to upset her. I don’t want her to worry about me constantly,” Oz continued.
I watched him as he spoke about Alexis, and I knew exactly what he was talking about. I didn’t even know her, and already, I felt like it would kill me to see her disappointed in me. It didn’t matter that I was stronger than her, or more powerful. What mattered was the effect she had on me when we were alone together.
I grabbed the back of Oz’ neck and squeezed.
“I hear you, and let me see what I can do about it. I’m going to try and make her come around,” I said and he nodded his head.
“Cool, okay, best of luck,” he said with a laugh and I smiled at him too.
Then we shook hands, we exchanged phone numbers and I walked in the direction of where I’d parked my bike.
I was riding back to T-Bone, and thinking about Alexis and how mind-blowing it was to have sex with her. No woman, not Vanity or any of the other sizzling hot women I was used to fucking; had felt as good as Alexis had. It wasn’t even like she was the hottest or the prettiest girl I’d set my eyes on, there was just something else about her—like she lit up a spark in me. I’d felt that from the moment I’d walked into the storeroom at the supermarket.
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