A small hand grabs my arm and stops me dead in my tracks. “You know you can talk to me. I’ll listen G.T.” Her sweet words flow through me as I turn to look in her glassy green eyes and something inside of me snaps.
As Casey’s eyes widened, I knew she felt it, whatever in the hell this was, too. I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep her away. I need her, more than she’ll ever know. With my arm still firmly in her grasp, I reach around her, pulling the hair tie out of her hair as it falls down her back. I thread my fingers through her beautiful blonde hair and search her eyes, hoping and not hoping she will tell me to stop, and when she doesn’t… My lips meet hers in a frenzy, where she gives as good as she gets.
Casey’s arms circle around my neck pulling me closer as one of her hands threads through the back of my hair. Her tugs and pulls felt desperate as if she thought I’d move away from her. But I wasn’t fucking going anywhere. Not this time.
Releasing her hair, my hands instantly land on her round ass pulling her up high, as her legs had no other option but to wrap around my waist. Walking over slowly, I open my eye to find the red button that would close the garage door. Hitting it, the sound of it shutting did not deter Casey one bit, if anything it fueled her. Her hips move in sync with our kisses.
Her tongue entangles with mine as the taste of mint and cherries invade my lips. Walking to the back of the car, I lay her down breaking away from the kiss, instantly feeling the loss. Her breathing comes out in pants as she reaches up to the zipper on her jumper, slowly pulling it down revealing her tight ass black tank top and jeans. She peels the jumper off ever so slowly as she moves, wiggling her body to get it off. When the jumper reaches her feet, her eyes lock with mine. “Wanna help me here biker boy?” She smirks; the confidence in her words makes me regret all of this lost time I could have had with her.
“Boy my ass.” I pull her boots off her body along with the jumper as she lay there fully clothed but completely open to me. This is a fantasy that I slept with nightly and it is lying here ready for the taking. And damn it if I wasn’t going to take.
My hands snake up her jean covered legs as her head falls back onto the car window. My hands slowly make their way up to the buckle of her jeans. My fingers make quick work as I pull her jeans away from her body revealing a small triangle of fabric, pretending to be underwear. A low growl escapes my lips, the inferno in my body losing control. “I can smell you Casey. You want this.”
“Yes” her whisper breathless.
My hands move up her body slipping underneath her tank feeling the soft skin of her stomach. As my hands raise her shirt, my tongue lands below her belly button, licking the path my hands made. Her sweetness mixed with her sweat from working all day causes my heart to beat so fucking fast it may just blow.
Reaching her tits that bounce up and down along with her heavy breathing, I pull one out of the confines of her matching pink bra. In this position, her nipple stands tall waiting for me, but not for long. My lips latch on sucking hard as she cries out my name; her hands reach my head lacing her fingers through my hair.
Pulling away, her whimper made me smile. “Hands above your head and don’t fucking move them.” I order her. Casey’s beautiful eyes widen, her tongue snakes out to lick her bottom lip. Her arms slowly rise above her head, her eyes never leave mine. Something inside of me always screamed that she would instantly obey my commands. I continue my assault on her tits one at a time feeling her body shudder under my touch. I rip her tank off, throwing it to the floor as Casey instantly returns her hands to the exact spot I told her, making me smile. Damn.
“As much as I’d love to play, I can’t right now. I need to be inside you.” At my words, her eyes roll in the back of her head. “On me Casey. Your eyes are always on mine.” Her eyes open instantly and bore into mine. I pull away shredding every piece of clothing I have on my body quickly, her eyes never leaving mine.
Gripping my fully erect cock in my hand, I move slowly up and down just taking in the sight before me, etching every curve of her body into my brain. Casey laying out for me like a perfect dessert ready for the taking. Her arms stretch up and her legs open wide. Reaching her pink panties, I tear one side of the fabric and then the other, warranting a gasp from Casey’s plump lips as I throw the scrap of fabric on top of my clothes. That I’m keeping.
Climbing up her body, my skin sizzles every place she touches mine. I can’t wait a moment longer, my need for her overriding my sanity. I plunge into her wet pussy hard and fast, shaking the car underneath us as she screams loudly. “Fuck baby. You’re so damn tight, wet. Fuck.” Gripping her hips, I pound into her body, never feeling like I’ve reached deep enough inside her. Casey’s eyes threaten to shut, but instantly pop open.
“G.T.!” She screams over and over watching my face, sweat beginning to trickle off my nose and down her body. I’m not going to last, she’s too perfect and I’ve waited too long for this moment.
“Come on Babe. Come for me. Let me hear you.” Grabbing her knees, I pull her body down the car, her pussy now in line with my cock as I stand. Over and over and over I thrust in and out of her. Casey’s eyes are magnets to mine and I’m relieved for it. I need to know she’s here with me at this moment. She screams my name profusely and falls back in a heap on the car as her orgasm hits losing the eye contact I craved.
“Damn Casey. Damn.” My cum shoots out hot, fast and my whole body convulses feeling Casey down to my toes. After the shocks let up, I collapse down over her body crushing her to the car. Her arms come around my sweaty back; her lips kiss the side of my face.
“Yeah… Damn.” She whispers in my ear breathing in and out quickly. We lay there for quite some time, neither one of us willing to make the first move. My cock begins to soften inside of her and I feel my cum begin to trickle down our joined bodies. My body goes stiff as a terrible realization hits me.
“Fuck Casey. I didn’t wear a condom. Fuck!” I bark loudly as I slowly pull out of her. I’m always fucking covered, what the fuck is wrong with me.
“Are you clean?” She asks me nervously as I stand there watching my cum seep out of her pussy and drip down the crack of her ass. My dick instantly going hard all over again.
“Yeah. I’m always covered. Always.”
“Not always.” She sighs. “I have the injection so we’re covered on the pregnancy end.” Casey began to move off the car as I stand there just staring at her pussy. “You can stop staring now.” She smiles, hopping down.
“Babe. Watching my cum fall out of you, is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” I lick my lips contemplating if I should just throw her back up on the trunk of the car and lick her clean.
Shaking her head, she walks past me to the garage bathroom. I snap out of my cum dripping haze and throw my leathers back on not bothering to button them. Fuck, I want her again. I need her again. As she strolls out naked, I take in every inch of her fantastic body. The way her tits stand to attention on their own, the curves of her hips, the way her hair flows freely down her back.
As she approaches me, her smile deepens as if she’s reading my mind. “That was a long time coming, biker boy.” She stands on her tip toes and kisses the tip of my nose. No way. This is not goodbye. I’m not done. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I crash my lips to hers so hard I taste blood for a moment, but don’t fucking care.
From that moment the next two weeks were the best of my fucking life, Casey stayed in my bed and I fucked her every goddamned way I could come up with. I didn’t touch another pussy, didn’t even fucking look at one. I had the only fucking one I wanted. When she started talking about school and not wanting to move away from me, I knew I couldn’t keep her. She had every intention of giving up school just to stay by me and I couldn’t let that happen. She deserved so much fucking better than an asshole like me. But I couldn’t give her up. Better yet, I didn’t fucking want to give her up.
It crushed me to give Casey the final blow, but knew it had to be done. No matter how much I wanted her, I couldn’t have her.
“Hey DeDe. You about done?” I ask the woman straightening up the bed in my room. I’ve had DeDe cleaning my room now for the past few months. She’s a club momma and I’ve gotten my fill from her, but a lot of flirting goes a long way in getting shit done. And I need this pigsty cleaned up and I’m not doing it.
“Hey, almost done.” She looks up and smiles at me, batting those long eyelashes, the ones that used to have my dick getting hard instantly, but now, nothing. Not with my Angel in my bed. It’s about damn time, I’ve waited too fucking long to have her.
But I can’t get the words out of my head that I overheard earlier today. The words that have been killing me inside. The words that will make me give up the one thing that I desperately want. What a fucking pussy. But for her I’ll do anything.
“You need me to stick around?” She asks seductively walking up to me standing at the door.
“Nah babe. I’m good.” I step outside the door allowing her through. She stands up on her tiptoes and presses a kiss on my lips in a simple peck that I don’t really reciprocate.
A gasp comes from the end of the hall and Casey’s eyes are penetrating me. If they were daggers, I’d be fucking dead in a puddle of my own blood. Her eyes shatter before me, the light drifting to dark and as much as it kills me those fucking words travel back in my head and I seize the moment.
“Sorry babe. I need more than one pussy. Variety always works best for me.” I shrug my shoulder as if it’s no big deal, but inside I’m crumbling to the ground. She doesn’t say a word, just turns and walks away. It takes everything in my power to not run to her and tell her that it was a fucking lie, but I can’t because this is the only way.
It’s been weeks since I had her last and I can’t fucking stand to be in another pussy. I’ve tried, but it doesn’t happen. I always end up having the bitch suck me off and it’s just for the physical release.
I haven’t talked to Princess about this shit. I don’t even know what to say. I just stay the fuck away from her. If she tries to talk to me, I brush her off or leave. Even with the big blow out, when we fought in the ring, I didn’t talk. The only reason I even fought her was because she challenged me. I couldn’t back down from that shit and I knew she could take it. Each blow I landed didn’t make me feel any better at all and the only thing the fight accomplished was getting bloody and bruised. It did help give me some release though, even if I still missed my Angel.
Pulling up to the clubhouse, Buzz is at the main gates to move the steel fence letting us in. We are not on lockdown, but Diamond insists we keep the place pretty secure which means a Prospect at the main gates at all times, determining who can come in and who can fuck off. Personally, I think it’s a good move.
I know Dagger and Rhys will want to sit and hash out what just went down before bringing it to the table. After parking and entering the club, we side up around one of the tables, chin lifting everyone we see, but keeping to ourselves for a moment. Breaker brings us three bottles of beer, a bottle of Jim and glasses. He knows us well.
“So, what the fuck?” Dagger starts and I have the same thing on my mind.
“Shit. I don’t know. It’d be a shit ton of money, but fuck… That’s some serious shit. We’d be fucked if we got caught. There’d be no way to get out of that shit.” Rhys voices before downing a shot of Jim. He is totally right. I nod.
“Something doesn’t feel right guys. I don’t know what it is, but something’s off.” My gut is screaming at me. I’ve always trusted it. As good as the money is, it’ll be hard to turn down, but money is not everything. Freedom is.
“Agree. We’ll take it to the table.” Rhys says slamming his hand to the table.
“Agreed. So, boys… I’m thinking I need to get laid.” Dagger looks over at the couch where the two club momma’s are laying staring at the television in front of them. “My dick’s hard thinking about all that money.”
“I hear ya,” Said Rhys. “I’ve fucked those two one too many times. We need fresh meat in this fucking place.” He growls. I lift my chin in agreement, even if I’m not actually fucking them.
Dagger walks over to the couch holding out both his hands to the girls who take them readily, walking off to the back. Dagger has an ol’ lady, Flash, but what happens in the club stays in the club.
“What’s goin’ on brother?” Rhys asks me taking another shot of Jim. Rhys is not a small talk, conversational type dude so when he asked you answer.
“Shit on my mind. I’ll be good.” He swirls the drink he just poured eyeing it.
“You’ve been having a lot of that lately.” His tone comes across accusingly.
Anger rose. “What the fuck does that mean?” I glare at him.
His poignant stare keeping my anger pushed deep down if only for a moment. “Look. If you need me, I’m here.”
“Thanks man. But I’m good.” I put off. I need to talk about it, but fuck where the hell do I fucking start.
“You hung up on Casey?” His words stop me, but I brush them off.
“Nah. She’s better where she is.”
“Didn’t ask you that shit. We all know that women are better off away from us. Wanna tell me the real reason you lied?”
Fuck. How the hell did he fucking know about all that shit and when the hell did we turn into a bunch of fucking pussies talking about this? My nostrils flare and I clench my fists ready to fucking punch my brother, but when he continues, I freeze. “Look, since she left, you’ve been a miserable fuck. You do your job, party, but it’s not you. That shit’s gonna get you killed. Your fucking head is not in it.”
I can’t fucking argue with that. My head is everywhere other than where it should be at the moment. But everything’s fucking riding me hard. Rubbing my hands up and down my face, “I’ll be good.”