by Jadyn Chase
I didn’t want to send her back. I didn’t want to ever let her go. I wanted to pull over to the side of the road and….
Holy shit, what was I doing? I was pulling over to the side of the road. I was switching off the motor and turning around to kiss her again. For fuck’s sake, Cisco, get a grip.
I couldn’t get a grip, though, and I couldn’t stop kissing her. My guts went on fire at the taste of her tongue in my mouth and her sweet fingers threading into my hair. Her delicate frame felt so light and beautiful in my arms when I lifted her off the seat and hugged her against my chest.
Her intense green eyes blazed within inches of my nose. She panted her fragrant breath into my nose and small whimpering squeaks of passion escaped her when I squeezed her too hard.
I wanted to tear her clothes off right there and then. I wanted to vent all this heat on her in a torrent of cruel delight, but I couldn’t do that.
I commanded myself to put her down, to stop kissing her before it was too late. That was the problem. It was already too late. It was too late when I found her on the street that night. It was too late when she took my clothes off. It was too late when I kissed her and it was too late when she put her arms around me riding on the back of my bike.
Fuck, she felt good! I put my arms around many girls, some of them platonic and some of them not so platonic. None of them felt like this. None of them made me so blistering hard so fast. None of them floated before my eyes in a dream of forgotten desires I couldn’t resist.
I stroked my hand softly down her cheek to her neck. Her lips sagged open in a hot, wet, cocktail of lust and aching grief. Why did I have to find this girl only to discover that she belonged to another man, another club? Why couldn’t she be mine?
My prick hurt inside my pants. It throbbed with blood screaming to get out and into her where her softness would soothe away all my pain. Her joints liquefied in my arms. She collapsed in my embrace when I crushed her to me. Her eyes drifted closed in a haze of bliss.
With a heroic effort, I put her down and turned around. I forced myself to kick the bike into gear and drive. Just keep driving, Cisco. Nothing could happen as long I kept driving.
That wasn’t true, either. When I drove, she put her arms around me. She breathed into my shirt from behind—that scorching, delicious breath that suggested so many screaming climaxes on the end of my shaft.
I had to fight with every ounce of my strength not to turn around again. If I did that, I was lost.
I had to drive her to the warehouse and turn her over to El Jefe. No other course of action made sense right now. I had to turn my back on her this instant. It might be difficult, but it would be a damn sight easier than the alternative.
Halfway back to town, I stopped to gas up at a station. I kept my shades on. Isabel stood out of the way. She combed her wind-tumbled hair to one side. The sun glowed on her skin. Her eyes sparkled in a way I hadn’t noticed before. She was coming back to life. She no longer resembled a caged animal ready to bite someone’s arm off for daring to touch her.
If I could ignore the bruises on her face, she looked almost happy. A homeless guy stopped to talk to her about something and she smiled at him. She even laughed at something he said.
When she caught me watching her, that smile faded, but only slightly. Her eyes darted to my face in a mysterious questioning way that inquired what I was really thinking. Why couldn’t I laugh and joke with her the way I did with every other girl on the planet?
This was no joke. Every other girl was a joke. I could put my arms around them. I could dance with them. I could even let them rub their bodies against me on the dance floor. It was all fun and games. This was no game. This was serious business.
As long as I stood across the gas station from her, I could imagine I had enough distance to think rationally about the situation. The instant I mounted my ride and she got behind me, the minute she spread her legs to surround my hips and put her slender arms around my middle, I lost it.
The bike vibrated between my legs like a woman in the throes of ecstasy. It made me harder than I could ever remember being, but it wasn’t the bike. It was her. Her body sizzled with desire behind me. It radiated into my being. I couldn’t ignore it.
If I dropped her off and drove out of her life without tasting that heavenly ambrosia, I would never forgive myself. I would spend the rest of my life wondering what it could have been like.
If I did go there, I would probably never stop dreaming about her. I would forever hold her up as the standard all other women had to meet. I could never love anyone if I didn’t feel this way about them.
We approached town. The buildings got denser, but I couldn’t go through with it. Something happened to me on that ride. I couldn’t come to the end of it until I completed …. whatever it was I had to complete. A secret obstacle stood in my way and prevented me from taking the streets I intended to take.
I veered off toward the park. Did she know? Did her cells infect me with the command to do it? Would she run away screaming if I tried? I didn’t care. This situation couldn’t possibly get any worse.
I found a side road that wound into the trees. I steered along it to a gully that dropped off the side. I lowered the bike into it and shut off the motor.
I didn’t give myself an instant to hesitate. I had to do this. I didn’t want to. The universe demanded that I do it.
I whipped around and seized her in my arms. I planted my mouth against hers to silence any protest, from her but more so from me. Once I kissed her, the rest unfolded of its own accord.
I pulled her around onto my lap. Her legs slotted over me and I settled her on my hips devouring her mouth for all I was worth. I needed this. I needed her. I needed it all right now if I hoped to survive the rest of the day.
She stiffened once. Her enthralling green eyes drilled into my soul, half questioning, half hoping. I didn’t stop to answer. I slipped my hands up her back under her shirt. Her raw skin exploded in my mind and I knew for certain I’d crossed an irreversible line.
The longer this went on, the farther I went, the more enflamed I became to take all of her. For a mind-blowing moment, her skin captivated my whole attention. My hands seemed to sink into her and merge at the cellular level.
The next minute, I couldn’t stand the delay. I brought my hands around to her breasts and gripped them in a frenzy. She whined in agony, but she didn’t resist. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held on for the ensuing rollercoaster ride.
I heaved her closer and her sweet box welded to my pelvis. My prick pulsated in torment. I smashed it into her harder than I dared and made her cry out, but that sound only ruptured my brain even further.
I raked my fingertips all over her—down her stomach, around her back, and into her shorts. She gyrated her hips on my bulge and opened her mouth to receive my tongue. She wanted this. She didn’t try to fight it.
I tried to get inside her shorts, but I found the waistband too tight. I fumbled at the button and wound up tearing it in my fever to get inside her. Her hot wetness hid from me in there. I had to have it.
She lifted her hips to let me in and I plunged my hand into her panties. Her choice ass fell into my grasp and my fingers disappeared in a sea of slippery wetness. Holy fuck, she felt so good! I smelled her aroma from here and it drove me out of my mind.
I pumped my fingers into her depths and she moaned in rapture. She screwed her body down on my hand and her head lolled back. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and the most magical sigh escaped her parted lips.
She swayed in my arms grinding her box into my crotch. Her sugary nectar gushed into my hand. Fuck, I had to get in there if it as the last thing I ever did. My nuts constricted from the pressure building up inside them. If I didn’t let it out soon, I would erupt.
I let go of her just long enough to flick my fly open. She moved off enough for me to scoot my pants down and my rigid member jutted out to get a taste of her. She wriggled on my lap without r
eleasing her mouth from mine.
Those eyes! —those eyes haunted me with their intense searching stare, but she wasn’t seeing me anymore. She floated away into a distant place where only her body responded to my guidance.
She slipped her shorts down. The next thing I knew, her swollen gash touched my prick and I almost passed out from the Earth-shattering sensation. Her juices covered the tip in golden sparkles.
Then, as if Destiny itself ordained it, she lowered herself onto me. My forehead sank onto her shoulder and I dove into a black abyss of unfathomable delight. Her fingers massaged my neck and her gasping, panting lips brushed my ear with her high-pitched whining sighs, but that angelic softness, that velvet silk folding around me—I could never get enough of that.
What was I thinking when I told myself I would only try it once and then let her go? That was preposterous. I would never stop craving this. I would never stop working to get it. I would destroy the whole world to keep it.
She rocked on my shaft and soaked my tool with her pounding heat. Every pulsing stroke milked the essence from my soul until I couldn’t stand it. I crushed her in my hands, but I couldn’t hold back the torrent rising out of me.
Her voice spiked higher into the stratosphere. All at once, her mouth broke away. She heaved back and screamed to High Heaven. Her inner muscles clenched in a devastating fist and a monstrous wave of hot juice poured down my shaft.
She tossed and convulsed in my hands. I clenched every muscle driving into her, but I couldn’t let her go. Her voice cracked from the strain, but she didn’t stop screaming. Her voluptuous box called me to enter it, to split it open, to destroy it with everything I had.
“Cisco!” she screeched. “Oh, Cisco!”
I tried to answer her and wound up snarling in primal fury instead. I wanted to cum so bad, but I couldn’t do anything more than keep pounding into her. Nothing else would satisfy me.
I glided my hands up her back and grabbed a handful of her hair. I yanked her head back and she shrieked again, but she didn’t stop screaming. Everything I did made her plunge onto my shaft harder than ever.
I pried her back with one hand and forced her down on my cock with the other. Her chest arched in my face. Quick as lightning, I tore back her shirt and ripped up her bra. Now nothing stopped me from lifting her round apple breast into my greedy mouth. I sucked and gnawed her nipples while I drove her into one screaming climax after another.
I sensed her starting to flag, but I wasn’t done with her. Nothing I could do could make her stop, so I took the reins. I shoved her off my cock and flipped her over. Her floppy body obeyed me without resistance and her bare chest fell over the gas tank.
I snatched her hips and hauled her back onto my lap. She turned her head to look up at me, but the sight of her face transfigured with lust and passion only fired my blood still further. Never would I have believed she could look like that, that she could let go like that with no reservations.
I grappled her legs apart and plowed between her beautiful round butt cheeks. My shaft slotted into place with no effort. Her glistening sauce smoothed the way to her deepest anatomy.
She howled again when I penetrated down to her innermost recesses. She arched her back and raised her ass. That movement gave her spine the most enchanting curve. I took hold of her hips and thrust home.
She screamed again and again and forced herself back on my strokes. “Cisco! Oh, Cisco, please!”
“Come on, baby,” I growled. “Come on. You like that? Do you like that?”
“Oh, yes! Yes, Cisco, oh yes! Please.”
That voice shattered my mind and I went insane. I grabbed her by the hair and hammered her with everything I had. She jolted back and forth on the gas tank. I plastered her down on it at the same time that I wrenched her back into that enticing undulating curve. Oh, fuck, yes, she was so good!
She screamed to the skies with every cruel blow. She planted her hands against the unfeeling steel and bathed my bike with her juicy ecstasy.
9
Isabel
A noise I couldn’t identify woke me up. I rolled over in magical softness. Warmth and comfort surrounded my naked body on all sides. I stretched my arms above my head and sighed.
Dreamy pleasure filled my limbs from head to toe. I couldn’t remember feeling so satisfied and happy. My body radiated blissful heat and unstoppable ecstasy.
Daylight hit my eyelids and I peeked through them to see the sun coming through the blinds. Just then, a slight movement drew my attention to one side. In half a second, I remembered where I was. Cisco stood at the foot of his bed. I was in his room, in his bed.
He flipped the bedspread up. Before I could move my leaden arms, he dove under the covers and crawled up between my legs. His hands took hold of my thighs and pried them apart.
My soul responded to him with a will of its own. I melted in his grasp and collapsed into the pillows. His mouth crept up my leg to my crotch and his hot tongue burrowed into my folds.
I arched back and moaned in matchless desire. Christ, he made me so inescapably hot! He made me orgasm time and time again. He never stopped. Even when he shot his sticky load into me, he left me more aroused than when we began.
That first time by the side of the road, he nailed me over his bike. Then he pulled up his pants and drove me back to his house. I went into a trance hugging him from behind. The bike vibrated more orgasmic rapture into me on the ride back. I couldn’t get my brain to think. I could only sail in this mystical tide of bliss while he did what he wanted with me.
Now here he was eating me out to kingdom come and I could only grip him by the hair and buck against his face in screaming climax all over again. He crushed my legs in both hands and ground his face into my soft tissues.
All at once, his fingers squirmed into my channel and I shrieked even louder. When would it never stop? Would I ever come down from this rare atmosphere of endless enchantment?
With no warning, he broke away. He rose on his hands and knees and crawled the rest of the way up through the covers to my face. His hair cascaded around me in a black curtain when he kissed me.
I couldn’t stop. I kept climaxing even after he stopped touching me. I screamed into his mouth and undulated my body to try to touch him, but he remained above me where I couldn’t reach him.
He kissed me until I settled down. At last, I rolled away and curled into a fragile little ball sheltered under his arms and chest. He eased himself down behind me and took me in his arms. I could stand anything as long as I stayed there.
I must have drifted off again. I woke up to him kissing my ear. “You don’t have any clothes to wear.”
I snuggled against him, but he didn’t go hard from my ass prodding his hips. “I don’t need any clothes to wear as long as I’m in bed with you.”
He nuzzled into my hair from behind. “I want you to stay here for a while until this whole Diego thing blows over, but you’ll need something to wear. You can’t wear the shorts you had on yesterday and your shirt needs the laundry.”
I opened my eyes and stared at the night table in front of me. I didn’t want to think about the real world outside this room, but I supposed I had to.
He propped himself up on one elbow. “Come on. I’ll take you to the mall. You need something to wear.”
He didn’t say why I needed something to wear. He didn’t have to. I needed to meet with his Boss if I did nothing else and I still hadn’t gotten around to calling Mario. For all I knew he already contacted the Boss of Los Diablos about getting me back.
The minute I ran away, Diego would have told Mario that I crossed the boundary into Los Diablos’ territory. That made the rest a foregone conclusion. If I had called Mario immediately, I might have had a chance to make a dignified exit.
Cisco got out of bed and put on his pants. He went in and out of the bedroom a few more times and made a couple of trips to the bathroom. When he came back, he laid a pair of his own sweatpants across the bed. “You
can wear these to the mall.”
That clinched it. I got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When I got back, I found the bedroom empty. That was just like Cisco. He wouldn’t let himself be tempted into another session.
I got dressed as well as I could and combed my hair. I found a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast, along with a cup of coffee on the kitchen table, but no Cisco in sight. While I ate alone, I heard his bike fire up out in the garage.
We drove to the mall in silence, but now me putting my arms around him meant so much more. I wanted to hold him close for as long as I could before this all came to a catastrophic, heartbreaking end.
His abs contracted under his shirt. The lump of his sidearm protruded near one armpit. His vest smelled of old leather and sweat. I tried to imprint all these sensations into my mind so I would never forget.
When we both got off the bike, he took my hand and led me into the mall. We walked from one store to the next getting everything I needed, but holding his hand only made me sad.
I didn’t have to worry about anyone from La Muerta or Los Diablos seeing us here, but the inevitable conclusion still weighed me down. This thing between us couldn’t last. What was the point of meeting such a great guy if I couldn’t give him my heart the way I wanted to?
He made me so happy. He filled my life and my body with unimaginable pleasure. He made me want to laugh at myself and everything else. He even made me want to laugh about Diego—as long as I was far away from him.
How could a guy as fine as Francisco exist in the world? Just thinking about him hurt because I could never be good enough to deserve him. My past would always haunt me. Christ, it wasn’t even my past. I was still wrapped up in Diego.
When Diego found out I screwed around with Cisco on the side, he would get a thousand times more vicious. He would turn all of La Muerta against me. Then none of them would feel the least bit sorry when he pounded me to a pulp.
Cisco paid for everything. He didn’t hold anything back. He even bought me new shoes. We wandered out of the mall to his bike in the parking lot. He put everything in his saddlebags, but when I tried to mount up, he pulled me against his chest and kissed me.
