Renegade Lady (22 page)

“Um hum,” she moans out while fisting the sheets.

My mouth goes back to work on her nipples, and I move my fingers from her clit to her core.  I slide one finger inside of her and then another.  The feeling of her tight heat surrounding them feels amazing.  I swear just touching her is better than having my dick inside any other woman.

“I need to be inside you,” I say as I reach to the floor and grab a condom from my jeans.  Before I have a chance to open it, Jenna grabs it from my hand and rips it open with her teeth.  She places her hand between our bodies and rolls it on.  The feeling of her hand on my cock has me ready to explode. 

I settle myself between her legs and grab my rigid cock, rubbing it up and down her sweet little slit.  “I planned on taking this slow and savoring every inch of you.” I rumble out to her as the head of my cock teases her most sensitive parts.

She wraps her legs around me, pulling me even closer to the entrance of her core.  “I don’t want you to go slow. I just want you inside me. NOW.”

With those words, I lose my ability to be patient and slam myself into her. As soon as I’m buried deep inside her, I go still and enjoy the feeling of having her wrapped around me.  “Fuck, you feel so damn good.”

“It would feel even better if you’d move,” she says as she lifts her hips.

I smile at her and pull out, only to push myself back into her.  “Is that better?”

“Oh, yeah,” she drawls out, scraping her fingernails down my back. 

After only a few strokes, I feel my balls start to tighten.  I reach between our bodies and tweak her clit.  “Give it to me, baby. I want to feel your pussy squeeze me.”

The words barely leave my mouth before she starts to moan and her pussy starts to convulse around my cock.  I speed up my pace and slam into her, giving her everything I’ve got.  Within minutes, I’m exploding inside of her.  I bury my face into her neck and shout out my release. 

Afterwards, I lay there for a moment, trying to catch my breath, before I pull out of her and give her a soft kiss on her swollen lips.  “I gotta take care of the condom.  Don’t move.”

I crawl from the bed and walk to the bathroom.  I do what I have to, and then walk back to the bed, cutting the light switch off on the way.  I crawl in beside her and feel that her body is tight.  I know she’s trying to think of a way to get out of this, trying to think of a way to get me out of her bed, but that shit isn’t happening. 

I throw my arm over her and pull her body tightly against mine.  “Go to sleep, baby doll.  We’ll talk about whatever you got on your mind in the morning.”

She stays quiet, and her body stays alert, as I lay beside her, keeping her in my arms.  After what seems like hours, I feel her body go slack and her breathing even out.  I place my lips against the top of her head and give her a kiss, and then close my eyes and let the sleep takeover. 

Jenna

I wake up with a warm tingle blooming between my legs. I try to press them together, hoping to relieve a little of the pressure, but am blocked by Kidd’s broad shoulders.  I slowly run my hands down to his hair and grab a handful.  “What’cha doing?”

He gives my clit a quick lick then raises his head, a cocky smile spread across his face.  “I’m eating breakfast.  Best damn meal I’ve had in a long damn time.”

I don’t have time to respond before he gets back down to business.  I’ve had more men than I can count with their heads between my legs, but not one of them has ever come close to Kidd.  Having him between my legs makes me feel things that I didn’t even realize were possible.  With each lick, each suck, and each nip of his teeth, I get closer to the edge. 

Within minutes, I’m exploding, and I can’t hold back a shout of pure pleasure that erupts from my body before I go slack.  Closing my eyes, I try to hold on to my afterglow for as long as I can.  

After a few seconds pass, and Kidd has licked me clean, I can feel him slowly make his way up my body, kissing me the entire way.  “Damn, baby doll.  You taste so fucking good.  I’ll never get enough of you.”

I open my eyes and look up to him.  “Don’t worry, you can do that any time you want.”

He chuckles and rolls to his side, pulling me with him.  I reach up and lick his lips, tasting myself on them.  “I do taste pretty good, don’t I?”

I hear him chuckle as I make my way down his body.  Doing my best not to miss an inch of his chest, the saltiness of his skin makes my tongue tingle.   I run the tip of my tongue around his belly button, causing goose bumps to prickle across his skin. 

“I don’t think I can take much more of this, baby,” he says, sounding pained.

I get up on my knees, between his legs, and smile.  “You’ll take all I got to give.”

“I’ll tell you what I’d like you to give. I’d like you to give me your lips,” he says while holding his beautiful cock in his hand. 

For some reason, I almost have the urge to do just what he says, but in the end, I can’t do it.  I haven’t done that shit in a long time, and I won’t be starting now.  “I don't give head.  Haven't done it since…” I trail off. “Ain't going to start that shit again now.”

“What?” he asks, sounding truly shocked.

“I don't want anyone's dick in my mouth.  I've had enough cocks shoved down my throat to last a life time.” 

He shakes his head in frustration.  “Baby girl, don’t talk about that shit. It’s in the past. You got an old man now, so things are different.”

“Nope, nothing's different.   Like I said, I don't give head.  If you want your dick sucked off, then you should've picked someone else to call your old lady.”

The look on his face turns from frustration to bewilderment.  “What the fuck, Jenna?  I just spent the last twenty minutes with my head between your legs, and now you're telling me I don't get anything in return for all my hard work?”

I shrug, trying to act like it’s not a big deal.  “You can have all the pussy you want, and if you ask nicely, I may even let you have my ass, but you’re not getting my mouth.”

“Tell me what happened,” he says in a near shout.

“What are you talking about?”

He places his hands on my cheeks and brings his face to mine.  “Tell me what happened.  I’m not stupid. It’s more than you just sucked your fill of cocks.  Tell me why you don’t give head.”

I shake my head, preparing to deny him, but he cuts me off.  “Nope, you’re gonna tell me.  You’re gonna tell your man what happened.”

I start to tell him no again, but then I decide to give it to him.  If he wants me, he’s gonna have to take all of the fucked up baggage that comes along with me.  This is just the tip of the iceberg, but it’ll give him an idea of the shit that I have going on inside of my head.  “One of the guys in Mateland used to force me to blow him all the time.”

Kidd lowers his hands to my shoulders and gives them a squeeze.  “It’s more than that.  Don’t get me wrong, that’s bad enough, but I know you.  There’s more to the story than you being forced to suck his cock.”

I take a deep breath and lay it out for him.  “He would shove his dick so far down my throat that I thought I was going die.   He'd hold my head there until I’d start to pass out, and then he'd finally give me a little air.  He'd do that for what felt like hours.”

“Fuck,” Kidd mutters. 

I can feel my body shaking. Fear courses through me as the memories of being Timmons’ plaything play on loop in my brain.  “I swear, I thought I was going to die with his dick shoved down my throat.”  

“Shit, baby girl.  I’m sorry,” he whispers as he pulls me closer to him. 

His sympathy is the last thing I want.  “You don’t have to be sorry. You just gotta keep your cock out of my mouth,” I say, letting my inner bitch shine through.

He chuckles, but somehow it comes out sounding sad.  “I can do that.”

We’re both quiet for a few minutes before he breaks the silence.  “What about when you worked for the club?  The guys here didn’t make you do it, did they?”

I shake my head.  “No, none of the brothers ever made me do anything.  I never slept with anyone that I didn’t trust.  Some of the brothers had me blow them a time or two, but you know the boys. They catch on to that kinda shit quickly.  They knew that I hated doing it, so after the first couple of months I was working here, they quit asking for it.  They’re different than most of the guys I’ve come across. They ain't into forcing anyone, even club whores, to do what they don’t want to do, so I haven’t done it for almost five years.”

A confused look crosses his face.  “Five years?”

“Yeah.”

“But, you also said the guys quit asking for it a few months after you started working the club. You’ve been working for the club for almost six years. Those numbers don’t add up, babe,” he says, explaining his confusion.

I shrug.  “Well, sometimes the club girls have to service guys that aren’t part of this charter.  You know, when outsiders are here for parties or club business.”

“Yeah, others do, but you ran the girls. You got to choose who you were with,” he says, but it comes out sounding more like a question.

I shrug again.  “One of boys from the Lords didn't think it was right that a whore got to pick and choose. He also didn’t like the idea of a whore that didn't give head.  I tried to fight him off, but he was bigger than me, so he won.”  

I do my best to make it sound like it didn’t bother me, but that’s not true.  When he forced himself on me, it brought back all of my memories with Timmons and Rig.  The worst part was that Chipper had begged me not to come to that party.  He knew something would happen.  God, how I wish I had listened to him.

Kidd’s eyes flash with anger.  “What the fuck?  Who?”

“I don't know his name, but it wouldn’t matter anyway.   Reese took care of him.  I figure he's pushing up daisies in some field between here and Kansas City, or he's rotting at the bottom of the Marais De Cygnes River by now.”

When Reese found me trying to fight the man off, he flipped the fuck out.  The gentle guy I’d known turned into a stone cold killer.  He pulled the bastard off me and used his hands to snap the guy’s neck.  I’ve seen a lot of things in my life, but there’s nothing like seeing the light in a man’s eyes ceasing to exist in an instant.

“Why didn't I know about this shit?  I’m president of the club. I need to know everything.  You should’ve told me. Reese should've told me.”

“You weren’t president then.”

His eyes narrow.  “That don’t fuckin’ matter.  I was VP! I should have known.”

I shake my head.  “I wouldn’t have told anyone, if Reese hadn’t walked in on it. I even begged him not to tell anyone else, and he gave me his word that he wouldn’t.”

“Why the hell would you do that?  You know that nothing goes on in the club that I don't know about.  I don’t care if it happens to a member, a prospect, or a club whore.  If something goes down here, I need to know about it.”

I bury my head into his chest, trying to hide from his penetrating stare.  “Yeah, I knew that I was supposed to tell you, but I also knew that whatever business you had going down with the Lords was important.   Shit, the whole club had been on edge for weeks before they came.  I knew there was something big going down, and I wasn't going to let what happened get in the way of what you had planned.”

“That wasn't your choice,” he says, giving me a tight squeeze.

“No, it wasn't, but in the long run, I was right.   A lot of shit happened that weekend that helped both clubs.  The Lords and the Renegade Sons have been working together ever since,” I say, finally looking up.  “I knew they were a good club.  Most of the Lord members are as solid as our boys.  I wasn’t going to start a war with good men just because one of their brothers was a bastard.”

“It wouldn’t have started a war,” he says with a shake of his head. 

I nod.  “It would have, and you know it.  There is no way Chipper would’ve kept quiet about what happened.  He would have raised all kinds of hell until you made sure every Lord paid for what their brother had done. I doubt it would’ve took too much convincing.”

Even after all we’ve been through, I’ve always known that Kidd cared about me.  If he knew someone had hurt me, he would have wanted revenge. 

He stays quiet for a few minutes, running his hands slowly over my back.  Finally, he starts to talk in a quiet voice.  “You got anymore secrets?”

“Tons,” I state matter of factly.

He gives me another squeeze.  “You feel like sharing?”

“Not right now,” I say, hoping he’ll drop it. 

Kidd pulls back and looks down to me.  “I’ll let you keep your secrets for now, but someday you’re gonna have to open up to me.”

I nod, praying that he won’t make me say I agree. “You know, there are still things I can do with my mouth, even if they don’t include your dick.”

A slow, but sexy smile crosses his face.  “And what would that be?”

I place my hands on his chest and give him a little push.  “Roll over, Kidd.  Let me show you.”

Kidd and I spend the next hour in bed.  By the time he walks out of my room, I’m ready to go back to sleep.  I know I need to get to the strip club to check on things, though, so I roll out of bed and get dressed.  Less than thirty minutes later, I pull into my spot by the back door of The Kitty Kat. I knife outta the car and make my way inside.