Wild: Tiger's Blood MC (39 page)

“Hold on,” Mickey said. I clung on tighter and pulled my torso against his. He began to fuck me against the wall, thrusting and pounding. I moaned as his cock slipped in and out of my body. Pleasure exploded in my lower belly; every nerve ending in my body felt like it was on fire. As Mickey fucked me in the hot spray of the shower, I felt the pain from earlier begin to melt into a warm, soothing, exciting pleasure. I tingled and gasped as Mickey thrust his hips hard against me, shoving his fat cock even deeper in than ever before. The muscles in my legs were burning with the effort of staying pressed close against him, but it was more than worth it—every time his body shifted, his pubic bone rubbed against my swollen, sore clit. My poor clit had been teased and tormented by Mickey, but I just wanted more. He was like a drug that I was addicted to, or a food that I couldn’t get enough of. I understood how people had cravings for each other, but this was more intense than I’d ever thought possible. Mickey’s big hands slid down and cupped the cheeks of my ass. I blushed as I felt his thumb brush over my asshole, making the tender flesh pucker. It felt good, naughty, dirtier than it should have, but good. I shivered and blushed as Mickey opened his eyes and stared into my face. His thrusts grew more intense and I felt every muscle in his body tense with the effort of holding me and fucking me against the wall. My whole body was shaking from clinging to him and as Mickey arched his back, I felt my orgasm hit me in a powerful wave.

Seconds later, Mickey was groaning and shouting loudly. I felt his cock pulse and gush inside of me, and I savored the feel of his cum coating my insides. I loved that he had marked his territory, I loved feeling like I was
his
.

The water gushed loudly in my ears as Mickey set me down on shaky feet. By now, between my legs felt like it had been peeled. I was ashamed of how hot and thirsty I was for Mickey and his monster erection, but it was incredible. I never imagined that I’d feel like this about anyone, much less someone I’d just met.

Mickey finished washing my hair and then gently washed my body. I turned around so he could scrub my back and he lightly massaged my shoulder blades as he rubbed the soap all over my skin. When he was down, I spun my finger in the air, gesturing for him to turn around. Mickey obliged and I returned the favor, loving the feel of his strong body under my tiny little fingers.

By the time we were done in the shower, I felt both refreshed and exhausted. Mickey gently toweled me off, then carried me back to the bed and set me down. Even though it was only a cheap motel bed with scratchy sheets and a lumpy mattress, it still felt amazing. I closed my eyes and sank into the pillows. Mickey snuggled up behind me and wrapped the blankets around us. His body radiated warmth like a heating pad and I was soon falling asleep.

“Ella,” Mickey whispered teasingly in my ear. When I opened my eyes, I saw rough sunlight streaming in through the windows. I hadn’t even remembered falling asleep, and I was still exhausted, but being woken up by Mickey was incredibly arousing. He smelled like
man
and I wanted to bury myself in his scent. Even his armpits smelled good, I loved the odor of his sweat. It was raw and primal and seemed to underscore the way I felt about him in general.

“Why did you wake me up?” I yawned. “I’m exhausted, what time is it?”

“Early,” Mickey said with a smirk. “I want you to touch yourself for me.” He pulled the sheet off my naked body and I felt goose bumps break out all over my skin. “Do you think you can do that?”

I blinked. “Let me sleep,” I whined. “I’m tired!”

Mickey trailed his fingers down my bare belly and slipped them between my legs. I could feel that I was sticky and wet and I shivered as his fingers grazed my clit. My clit swelled and poked out from its hood as Mickey stroked me rhythmically. Just as I was starting to really get into it and wiggle my hips, Mickey stopped. My eyes flew open.

“Why did you stop?” I whined. “That felt amazing!”

“Because I want to watch you,” Mickey growled. He pushed me a few feet away and I scrambled into a sitting position. I was both exhausted and extremely horny, and Mickey knew how to push all of my buttons. I didn’t even think about what I was doing as I slipped into a sitting position and spread my legs a little bit. Mickey looked at my crotch.

“More, wider,” he said, waving his hand in the air. “I want to see your pussy spread for me, little girl.”

I blushed and bit my lip. Suddenly, he was back to being my commanding Daddy. Obligingly, I spread my legs and slipped my fingers down my smooth belly. When my finger made contact with my clit, I jumped. It felt incredibly intense and I began to work my fingers against my pussy. A moan softly escaped from my lips and I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as I continued to work at my pussy. Mickey growled in appreciation and I felt the pleasurable sensation swell and swell.

“Slower,” Mickey commanded in a low voice. “I want to see your juices gushing out of you.”

I trembled as I slowed my pace. My clit was throbbing and I was dying to finish myself off but I wanted to oblige Mickey. As I rubbed slow, torturous circles around my soaked clit, I felt a trickle of moisture leak out of my pussy. The feeling was incredibly erotic and I shivered as my nipples stiffened. Mickey was looking at me with an intense look of lust and finally, the orgasm hit me like a rig. I threw my head back and moaned loudly, rubbing my clit frantically as the spasms took ahold of my body.

“Good girl,” Mickey praised. He patted the bed next to him. I crawled over, expecting to feel him grope me, but he only pulled the blanket over me and gently pushed me over until I was lying on my side. “Now, sleep.”

Mickey stroked my hair as I closed my eyes and yawned. The post-orgasm haze was setting in and relaxing my whole body and I blissfully dozed off, enjoying the feel of his hand on my hair.

When I woke up, I was alone. Mickey was sitting at the little table and chairs across the room, and he eyed me with interest. I saw he had two to-go cups of coffee and a box full of something that smelled amazing.

“I brought breakfast,” Mickey said with a grin. “Burritos. You want one?”

I wasn’t hungry at all for food, but the burritos smelled too good. I climbed out of bed and wrapped the sheet around my body like a toga. Mickey nodded appreciatively as I lowered myself into the chair across from him. I winced as I sat down. My pussy was achingly sore from last night, but looking at Mickey brought a lick of pleasure to my crotch.

Mickey handed me a burrito and we ate in silence for a few minutes. It was delicious: a fried tortilla stuffed with eggs, cheese, refried beans, amazingly spicy salsa, and rice. It was also messy, and I struggled not to drop the contents all over my lap as I devoured as much as I could. Mickey was watching me with an amused look on his face and I felt a blush cover my cheeks as I looked away.

“For a native Californian, you suck at eating burritos,” Mickey said. He smiled and I dropped the rest of my food back in the Styrofoam container with a pout on my face. “But very cute, though,” he teased.

“Why did you get up?” I looked at him. “Did you go out for long?”

Mickey pursed his lips. I thought he was going to tell me not to question what he did, but he said, “I wanted to call my mom.”

The light moment died. “Oh,” I said, feeling kind of awkward. “How is she?”

Mickey shook his head. “Not good,” he replied softly. He looked out the window and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He was so big that he practically dwarfed the table and chairs, and if the mood hadn’t been so somber, it would have made a funny sight.

“Do you have the prognosis?”

Mickey let out a deep sigh. “Six months,” he said flatly. “She had ovarian cancer years ago and beat it, but it came back and it’s worse than before. It’s everywhere now, and she isn’t strong enough to go through chemo. Before, she was so weak that she got a cold and it almost killed her. She doesn’t wanna go through that again, and I can’t blame her. It would be selfish of me to insist she do something that is so obviously unpleasant for her.”

I nodded. “I get that,” I said softly. “I’m sorry, Mickey. I wish I could help.”

Mickey shook his head. He didn’t say anything, and I realized it was the first time I’d seen him acting completely serious. He wasn’t joking or smiling or even winking at me. I knew that his mom’s cancer must be weighing heavily on him. I was sad, and I wanted to help, even though I knew there was nothing I could do. Even if I was already an official doctor, I wouldn’t be able to help. Her cancer sounded like the worst kind of cancer—the kind that’s just too big to get rid of. It was such a common, every day problem. I wanted to fix it with everything in me. I wanted to change the world so no one would die from cancer.

“Is she comfortable?”

Mickey cleared his throat. “I think so,” he said. “She’s in a program that takes her out pretty often with other cancer patients. They go on relaxing day trips to the spa and stuff. It’s a part of the hospice care I signed her up for. And I know she’s not in a lot of pain, at least not most of the time. She refuses to take morphine until the end, but she’s been smoking a lot of medical marijuana. I think it helps a lot.”

I nodded. “That’s good, I’m glad,” I told him. And I meant it, I really did. Even though I’d never met Mickey’s mom, I knew that I’d like her. Any woman strong enough to raise a man like Mickey must have really been something.

Part of me was sad. I knew that this would be the last time I ever saw Mickey. We’d fucked, we’d gotten it out of our systems, and now the affair was over. I didn’t think Mickey could be intimate with someone he’d talked about his mom with. It didn’t seem like him; he wasn’t the kind of guy who shared secrets with women. I should have just kept my mouth shut.
Well, Ella, you had your fun, and now it’s over
, I thought miserably.
Should have known better than to think it would last
.

Mickey stood up and stretched. “I need to get going,” he said. His tone was slightly detached, and I felt my stomach twist into knots as I stood up and went over to my clothes. My panties and shirt were ruined, so I twisted the sheet from the bed around my frame until it resembled a lazy maxidress. Mickey grinned but didn’t say anything. He ducked his head in the bathroom and then came out, nodding at me with his head to signal that it was time to go.

The morning was cold and I wrapped myself around Mickey’s body to keep warm as he sped towards my apartment on the bike. By the time we arrived, I was shivering and covered in goose bumps. Mickey gently lifted the helmet off my head and tucked it away in a saddlebag. He leaned in to kiss me, and although it started off as peck, the passion and heat grew between us and Mickey slipped his tongue between my lips. I sucked on it and moaned softly, savoring his taste for what could be the last time.

“You should meet me at the clubhouse tomorrow night,” Mickey said with a grin. “I want to introduce to you to my buddies.”

I gaped at him. “Are you serious?”

“Completely,” Mickey said. He winked at me. “You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to show you off.”

I blushed deeply. I didn’t believe a word he was saying, but I couldn’t deny that it sounded good to my ears.

“Okay,” I whispered before I could even think about it.

“Good.” Mickey smiled at me. “See you tomorrow, beautiful.”

Chapter Eighteen

Mickey

Shaking my head in disbelief, I watched as Ella strolled up the front walkway of her apartment complex. She had the same delightful little wiggle in her hips that she’d had since I fucked her the first time. I got hard just watching her; it was hard not to slip my hand down the front of my pants and rub my cock to a messy orgasm.

I couldn’t believe that I wanted to introduce her around to the guys. I’d
never
introduced a chick to The Irish before. Sure, I’d brought some girls around to show them off.
Look at this hot piece of ass I’m slamming
, I’d say with my eyebrows as I paraded whoever the flavor of the week was around the clubhouse. But I’d never actually wanted of them to talk to my buddies. I knew that the kinds of girls I fucked would embarrass me. They didn’t know shit about me, it was all sex. With Ella, it was different. I didn’t want it to be different, but it was definitely feeling kind of weird. Calling her my girlfriend didn’t sit right with me, either. Because she wasn’t really my girlfriend. She was…well, she was just Ella. That was all that seemed to fit her. Whenever she was around, my cock was stiff and my heart was pounding and that was pretty much all I really cared about.

When I got back to the clubhouse, I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face. I knew I was swaggering around with the motion of a man who’d been well-laid, but I couldn’t help it. That smug smirk was second nature when Ella was in my mind. She was incredible, she was so hot, she was perfect.
Stop it, asshole, pull yourself together.
She’s a chick. She’s just a chick.
I shook my head
. She’s not just an ‘anything,’ and you know it.

“Yo,” Mason said loudly as he clapped me on the back. “We hadn’t seen you in days, brother. What’s been going on?”

I grinned. “I got a little snatch,” I said, closing my eyes and thinking of Ella’s sweet body. Her soft brown hair, the way her face flushed with an orgasm, the way she screamed my name.

“Yo, earth to Jameson,” Mason said. He punched me in the arm, a little harder than necessary. “You wanna tell me more about this snatch?”

“She’s not just pussy,” I said, looking around the clubhouse. For the first time, I imagined it the way Ella might see it: dingy, overly male, too many gaudy skulls everywhere. I was proud of it, but at the same time I knew chicks could find it intimidating. Well, Ella sure found me intimidating. But obviously not enough to scare her away. I didn’t even know what I hoped to accomplish by bringing her around, but I had to admit that it was a pretty amazing idea.

“Sure,” Mason scoffed. “You ever said that before about a girl?”

I thought about it. “I actually don’t think I have. She’s the first. She’s…different, man. She drives a rig, she goes to med school. She’s so fuckin’ sexy and she doesn’t even know it.”

Mason gave me a dopey grin. “You’re in love, you ass,” he said playfully, jabbing me in the side again. “What else do you need to say?”

I didn’t reply. Maybe he was right, but I didn’t want to think about
love
right now. No more L-words, except lust. Without saying anything, I stretched and walked over to the bar. Jimmy was sitting there with some of the other guys, and they slid me a shot of tequila and a tall can of beer as I hopped on a stool.

“So, Mickey, word is everyone knows you’re back,” Jimmy said. “How you wanna approach this?”

I thought it over. If I was going to retake my seat as president of The Irish, everyone was going to find out sooner or later that I was still alive. But I wasn’t sure if now was the right time. It made more sense to stay hidden for a few days.

“I need to just hang out here for a while,” I told Jimmy. “You know, man, lay low. It’ll give us some time to think about how we’re going to oust those asshole cops, and see what we can do to get Dos Palmos back under control.”

Jimmy nodded. “You’re always welcome here, man,” he said, clapping me on the back. He thumped me so hard that I choked on the beer. “You know that.”

Nodding, I got up and carried my bag into one of the back rooms. In the past, I’d loved crashing at the club. Free booze, free pussy, free smokes. Lots of fun, all the time. But now all I could think about was Ella. I wondered what she was doing. I wondered when her class started. I really wanted to see her, and I knew that I was going to go crazy if I couldn’t get a hint of her sweet strawberry scent.

The next couple of days passed in a blur. I helped Mason revarnish the bar in the clubhouse and we did some touch-up painting. It looked much better than I thought it would, but the work went at a snail’s pace. After the weekend, I was going stir-crazy. I hadn’t been outside in days, and I hadn’t talked to Ella since I’d dropped her off at home after our “date.” I still got rock hard thinking about it—mostly thinking about the way she’d rubbed her sweet little snatch, but just thinking about her in general threatened to do that to me. I wondered if I’d ever feel normal again. Ella had stolen my brain—and my heart?—and I knew that life would probably never be the same.

The next day, I couldn’t stand it. I went to my room and texted Ella.

I miss you. Come by the clubhouse later. I know someone else who misses you, too. ;)

The little dots appeared, disappeared, then reappeared at the bottom of my screen. When I got Ella’s response text, I felt my dick harden in my jeans.

;) See you later, then.

Goddammit. This girl was trouble. She was going to make me lose my mind. She was going to make me act crazy, act like a fool.

With a grim smirk, I realized that I was already hers. She just didn’t know it yet. But if I had my way, by the end of the night, she’d be well aware.