Sons Of Bacchanalia (Erotic Motorcycle Romance) (2 page)

“That’s right
, Fire, take it all in.”  My ears registered the pet name and I pressed myself forward with confidence.  To my surprise his cock slid deeper than before.  I could feel myself beginning to choke but I pressed on, releasing him only momentarily as I regained my breath. 

His hard cock pushed forward, and violently stretched me until my lips were planted firmly against his stomach.  I swirled my tongue along his steel shaft as he pumped.

“UUUHHHH!”  A guttural sound grew within him as he released within me.  I could feel the powerful stream filling my throat with his warmth. 

“Oh fuck,
yeah. Drink it down.”  Finally his head dropped back and he started to chuckle.

“Get out or put out. Sixty-nine, eighty-six
.”  His laughter grew as he withdrew and saw my recognition. 

He wasn’t coming on to me, he was telling me what the patch meant.  I f
lushed with red, embarrassed shame as I realized my mistake.  I could see his eyes flash towards the street as a soft rumble began building in the distance.

Chapter Three
(Tori, Natasha’s friend, is now speaking)

In the darkness I searched desperately for anything
, but the trunk had been stripped and the ties around my wrists made it difficult to move.  The next thing I knew I was engulfed in a bright light, and the big guy with gold teeth was standing over me with a grin on his face.  He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up enough to easily grab my waist and pulled me out of the trunk.  I could hear him muttering quietly to me in Spanish as he threw me over his shoulder and carried me towards a large garage door. 

“Aye
, mami caliente!”

I felt his hand grip tightl
y around my thigh as he spoke. It didn’t take a degree in Spanish to understand that his words were sexual.  I looked around but realized that we were in the middle of nowhere.  Even if I tried to run I wouldn’t get anywhere but lost in the desert, or killed for running.  I kept my mouth shut and ears open as we walked in.

“Que paso
, Chico?”

“Those puta madres set us up bro! They were waiting for us and they took it all.  Jesus is dead.”

“Do we know where they are?” 

No.  Pero, Pecos and Guerra are headed to Watts to check it out.” 

The large man beneath me cut in with a loud greeting and lifted me like some sort of trophy.

“Ey, lookie tengo la chica.”  They all started grunting and the man holding me slapped my ass roughly. 

Taking cuffs from a drawer they fastened my wrist to a heavy desk and spoke entirely in Spanish, I could barely get a word out of it.  Suddenly all of the men turned towards me and stared for a moment. 

“Fuck you.”  I spit at them.

The large one with gold teeth approached me, I could see that he was muscular and every inch of skin he had showing was tattooed.  Even his bald head was decorated with ink. 

“Call them.”  He held out a cellphone towards me.

I shook my head in defiance.  I could see his lips curl slowly into a snarl realizing his plan wouldn’t be that easy.  There was no way I was going to give up Semi or the others.  I heard the other men start to heckle and laugh. 

“Show her what we do to a defiant woman
, Trece!” 

Pain shot through me as his hand crashed violently into my cheek sending me flying backwards.  My cheek stung and I could taste blood where my cheek slammed
into my teeth.  Tears ran down my eyes but I stood my ground when he held the phone out again. 

“Last chance
, mami,” he glared at me.  I didn’t move.

The next thing I knew they were all on me.  My body lifted from the floor and violently slammed on top of
the desk.  My arm was still bound, and now pulled tightly above my head.  I fought and screamed as I realized that I was going to be raped.  Strong hands pulled my clothing, ripping my shirt off and pulling my jeans down exposing my pantiless bottom.  Their incoherent Spanish slang filled my ears as they groped me and spread my legs wide across the table.  The one the called El Jefe moved between my legs and the other boys held me strongly at the knees.  Despite the fight I put up I couldn’t deny the erotic appeal of the moment.  My adrenaline had been high since the shootout, when they captured me, and now I was being manhandled roughly.  I felt the electricity surge through me as his cock pressed against my pussy. 

“Ha.  Check this out
, she is wet.  Mami likes the Latin flavor.”

The two men at my knees both groped at my pussy, I felt as their fingers entered me and tugged the sensitive inner walls, wetness coating their thick fingers.  Suddenly El Jefe was within me,
pumping me violently as the table slid and creaked beneath us.  His thick cock filled me and stretched me as his balls slapped loudly against my asshole.  They were strong and there was nothing I could do.  Trece un-cuffed me, then El Jefe lifted me off the table and carried me by the thighs to a sofa.  Pulling me on top of him he made me ride. 

“Just like that
, baby.”  His strong grip moved to my waist and he rocked my body.  I could feel him deeper now.  Chico came from behind me and pushed me forward into El Jefe.  I felt his cock press against my asshole.  Chico then pulled me up vertically for a moment, just long enough to lubricate his cock into my wetness before placing me back onto El Jefe. 

“Get it
, Chico,” El Jefe’s voice was cool and deep as he spoke into my ear. I felt the words travel from my ear, down my spine and between my legs where his cock was working me again.

With one violent and body rocking thrust Chico entered me
.  I tensed as I fought back, tears welling in my eyes.  The two cocks pounded roughly inside me as Trece cheered them on.  I bit down, fighting a scream.  The third man, who had his dick in my mouth, didn’t last long, and he unloaded in my mouth a couple seconds later.  I felt a sense of relief as he pulled himself out of me and fell back on the far end of the sofa; his eyes were still on me, enjoying the action.  When Trece approached me from the front I tensed, fearful he was next to go in my mouth. I braced myself for him, knowing any amount of complaining would likely just make it worse.  I felt him press against me, his cock threatening to go deep throat. His hands gripped my elbows tightly and pulled back.  A slow pressure built as I felt his cock sliding slowly into my tight slick hole.  I screamed out feeling myself stretch to accommodate the two men within me.  I had never felt anything this extreme.  Lost in the moment I gripped for Trece’s hips and my mind became alert again when I felt a heavy cold object nudge my hand. 

I knew what I had to do, letting out a distracting moan and working my hips over both of th
e men I slipped the gun from Trece’s holster and pulled my arm violently free and into the face of El Jefe.  Staring down the barrel into his eyes I watched as the pleasure morphed into sudden terror. 

“GET THE FUCK OFF
OF ME OR HE DIES!”  I screamed. I felt shaky on the insides, a mix of fear, lust, and adrenaline.  As Trece backed away, I retreated until I could clearly see all three of them.  Although fear registered on their faces, I could see their eyes flickering up and down my body as they admired my naked form, holding the steel pistol like some real-life version of Lara Croft: Tomb Raider. 

“The hand cuffs, lock the other two together by the ankles.”  I pointed with the gun at the desk and watched as Trece pulled a k
ey from a small hook on the wall and released the cuffs. 

“Wait! A
ll of you, take off your pants and kick them towards me.”  I called out just as Trece was about to cuff them.  He turned and looked at me in disbelief.

“Fucking now,
” I said as the gun began to tremble in my tiring hand.  El Jefe and Chico both had their pants at their ankles and kicked them away quickly.  Trece stared at me as he slowly unzipped his pants and let his pants fall to the floor.  His cock was still engorged—clearly, if he was feeling fear, he was battling a much more intense feeling of lust.  His hips whipped forward as he grinned, mocking my wandering eyes. 

When his pants hit
the floor he kicked them my way and finished cuffing the other two. 

“Key.”  He tossed the key my way and I backed towards the wall phone an
d dialed the only number I had memorized: Natasha’s. 

Chapter Four

“Where the fuck are you?”

“Look, Natasha, I don’t have time for
this right now. I am in trouble. Is Semi there?”  I could tell by the sound of Victoria’s voice that something was dreadfully wrong.  Standing amid the dozen or so big men that had somehow congregated in my living room I asked out loud if Semi was present, declaring that Victoria wanted to speak with him.   

A hand shot out over my head
, grabbing the phone. He grunted, “Yeah?” I followed him, concern for my friend at a fever pitch.  I could see by his expression that something was wrong. 

“Boys, time to ride.
I think they have her at the warehouse.”

My heart dropped at hearing the alarm
in his voice.  The men rushed past me, the bikes coming to life in an ear-shattering rumble.  I gripped at Steel’s arm as he pulled his jacket over himself. 

“
What is going on?  Where is Tori?” 

“No time to chat
, Firecracker. Put this on and I will fill you in on the way.”  He pulled a jacket and helmet from the saddle bag.   

I shook my head and started to shake, an image of the man in the trauma room flashed through my mind. 

“God damn it, woman!  Tori is in danger. Last chance, we have to move. Don’t you want to help her?”

Robotically I began to dress
in the jacket while Steel fastened the helmet tightly to my head.  His large leg swung over the bike and with a swift motion he swung his arm around me and planted me firmly on the back of the bike.

“Hang on!” 

Chapter Five

I could hear the other members of Calle Trece’s gang
approaching as I finished taking with Natasha and Semi.  I thought I might have time to get to the car but the rumbling engines grew to a deafening roar in what seemed like a matter of seconds.  They were right outside and I was about to be outnumbered.  I had to run.  I quickly dumped out the contents of Trece’s pockets and threw his pants back at him. 

“Get
dressed, you are coming with me,” I yelled at him.

We had made it out the back door
of the warehouse, and were soon fifty yards out into the desert, well-hidden by the sage brush, pinion and juniper trees.  I held the gun lightly to Trece’s back as we paralleled a road that moved away from the warehouse. We were just far enough off that we wouldn’t be seen easily, but I knew we wouldn’t be hidden for long once they realized what had happened.  I thought about how out of control things had become. I was sorry for myself, and even sorrier for my devoted friend, Natasha.  I met Semi a week ago. He had swept me off my feet.  He was lustful, passionate, masculine, and strong.  All the things I wanted and needed in a man.  I couldn’t help but fall for him.  He liked taking me with him on his bike, and I liked the danger.  A typical week for him was a lifetime of excitement for the average person.  I knew it was dangerous, but I felt alive.  When he asked me to run a drug trade I eagerly accepted; any sense of danger was obscured by the lust and passion I felt for him. 

But then I met Trece
for the first time a couple of days ago when Semi had me negotiate a drug trade with him. His mouth was full of metal and his tattoos gloriously decorated his dark Latin skin—I fell for him instantly, too.  He was rough and greedy.  The meet up was at a local bar.

“Where is that puta
, Semi?  I knew that bitch wouldn’t show.” I could tell he wasn’t happy by my presence and Semi’s absence. “Well, baby,” Trece continued, “maybe he sent you to make it up to me.”  His hand slid up my thigh and to my crotch and squeezed. 

I stared back at him
, speechless.  I had no idea what he was talking about. But almost instantly I understood that Semi had set me up when he asked me to do the job.  I could tell that Trece wasn’t going to let me walk without giving him more than just a bundle of blow.  His hand worked between my thighs, and like putty I started to melt.  I could feel the heat growing within me as the dangerous stranger toyed with my clitoris.  I let my head fall back for a moment and gave in to his forceful hands.  He lightly tugged and worked circles, watching me lose control as he drove me closer to orgasm.  We were in a bar, and despite trying to be discrete, I could feel several pairs of eyes on me.  My fingernails gripped deeply into my seat, preparing for climax. 

Trece started laughing, breaking my concentration.  His
green eyes bore straight into mine, and I felt something ignite within me.

“Look
, mami, I like you.  Tell you what. You are going to take the money back to Semi, and you are going to tell that pinche mother that I want to see him personally next time.” 

He grabbed a pen from his pocket and wrote his number down on a napkin.

“When you want a real man, call me.”  His lips pressed in close to my neck and softly traced along my skin and to my ear as he spoke.