by Jade Kuzma
She pumped my cock while I continued fingering her. Her slit was dripping wet at this point. Sloppy kisses were the only thing that stopped me from groaning so loud in anticipation.
“I want you,” I whispered. “I want you so damn bad…”
“What… What are you waiting for then?”
I pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. Just a moment of that green-eyed stare of hers was enough to hypnotize me. A moment of hesitation to appreciate this. I’d been waiting years for this. Fucking her in Emerson’s place was too much. I wanted more.
I grabbed her by the arms and forcefully turned her around. She gasped as I positioned her on my bike.
“Come here.”
I grabbed her waist and pulled her ass toward me. She stuck her ass out and spread her legs. I gripped the sides of her jeans and panties in my fingers, then in one swift movement, forced them both down to her knees.
“Damn… You’re fucking wet…”
Her pussy was glistening, just waiting for me like it was calling out for my cock. The sight of her wet folds was enough to make me throb.
“Shut up,” she sighed. “Shut up and give it to me—”
A stinging slap across her ass made her squeal. Kristen was the strongest woman I’d ever met. She was so confident and proud. But only now did she turn into something so desperate.
“Don’t do that,” she sighed.
“Why not? You liked it when I slapped your ass.”
“That was a long time ago—Ahh!”
I smacked her again. The pale flesh of her ass immediately turned red on one cheek.
“Don’t…”
The desperation in her voice had never turned me on so much. I grabbed her by the waist and positioned my cock at her entrance. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My tip hit her folds and all of her wetness engulfed me.
“Fuck…”
I gritted my teeth and grunted as more of my cock disappeared inside of her. She was so tight but wet enough that I could slide my shaft in without much trouble.
“Holy shit…”
Damn I missed this…
I planted my cock inside of her as deep as I could, pressing my hilt against her cheeks. I squeezed her waist to make sure she didn’t move. She gripped the seat of my bike and kept herself presented for me.
There was no point in waiting. My balls were already tightening up against my body. My muscles were covered in sweat. All of the cum was building inside of me like a dam ready to burst.
I thumped my cock into her. The loud smacks of our bodies colliding together echoed up into the night sky, sending all of the animals in the brush around us skittering.
“Fuck me… Fuck me, dammit…”
Kristen’s desperate pleas turned into forceful demands. She grunted just as hard as I did with every forceful stroke I gave her.
I reached my hand up and ran it over the back of her head. I grabbed a handful of her silky black locks then tightened my grip, forcing another gasp out of her.
She was mine. I had her. Bent over my bike, legs spread and ass presented to me, Kristen was at my mercy.
I kept fucking her hard until she was begging for me.
“Fuck… I’m gonna come…”
“You’re gonna come on my cock, babe?”
“Yeah… I’m gonna come… I’m gonna…”
She finished her sentence with a sudden squeal. A high-pitched, feminine groan that was music to my ears. I held her head tight in my hand while my other squeezed her waist. She trembled in my grip while she came.
Her pussy pulsing on my cock made it too much for me to handle. She was so tight, so wet… I couldn’t hold back.
“Fuck…”
I slammed my cock into her like I was trying to break her. I was desperate to find my release. Nothing else mattered except reaching my end.
I kept fucking her until I finally felt all of the cum beginning to leak out of me.
“Ahh… Fuck!”
I grunted as I lost control. My knees buckled. My whole body jerked. I dug my heels into the dirt as I started to come. The first pulse fired out of me then another thick throb followed. I held my cock inside of her, groaning slowly as the cum continued to empty out of me.
This feeling… Burying my cock in her… I wanted it to last forever…
But my body found its end. My cock softened and fell out of her, a leaky mess trailing down the insides of her thighs.
I released her from my grip and took a step back to catch my breath.
Kristen remained in the position she was in, trying to recover. It took her a few moments before she finally straightened up and turned back toward me.
There was no look of seduction. There was no desire she was trying to hide. All I saw in her eyes was uncertainty. I just fucked her but all I could feel was frustration.
“Kristen… What’s going on?”
Before she could respond, her phone started ringing in her jeans on the ground.
“Shit,” she muttered.
She reached down toward her ankles and dug through her pockets before pulling her phone out.
“Hey!” she said as she put the phone to her ear. “Sorry, I’ve been busy all day… Yeah… Clients… You know my schedule is always full…”
Kristen had her eyes on me the whole time.
“I miss you, too… I don’t think I’m gonna be able to see you tonight… Gonna be spending more time with some clients… Yeah, you know how it is… Gotta get on their good side…”
She paused for a moment. There was a man on the other line but I couldn’t make out his voice.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow… Yeah… Bye…”
She lowered the phone down and sighed.
“Emerson? He keep tabs on you?”
“I’m his girlfriend. He’s just wondering where I’m at.”
“Girlfriend… Kristen, you and I both know you would never date a man like Emerson. Tell me what you’re doing.”
She shifted her eyes away from me then closed them. She sighed a soft breath through her nose. Now it was obvious that she was hiding something.
“Whatever I tell you has to stay between you and me,” she said.
“Of course.”
She opened her eyes back up and nodded.
“All right. I’ll tell you what I’m doing with Emerson.”
Chapter 10
KRISTEN
Sebastian leaned back against his bike. A cigarette between his lips, he took a long drag and held the smoke in his lungs before exhaling it up into the night sky.
There was something about a man in leather next to his ride. It didn’t hurt that he had his shirt off, so those damn muscles and the ink trailing all over them were on display. There wasn’t a woman in Ivory who would turn him down. I knew better than anybody how good of a fuck he was.
But no matter how good he made me feel, it wasn’t enough to distract me from the situation I was in. I was stuck. And not even someone like Sebastian could get me out of it.
I didn’t tell him immediately. He wasn’t pushy. He just stood there patiently while he smoked his cigarette.
“No smoking back at the clubhouse,” he said.
“What?”
“We don’t smoke back at the clubhouse. The fucking place is called Hades but there’s no smoke. That’s ironic or something like that.”
“Hades is your place. You can change the rules.”
“Roman got his lady pregnant. Figured if she was gonna be around a lot, the last place she’d wanna be was in a smoke-infested joint.”
“That’s awfully sensible of you.”
“I’m a biker, Kristen. I’m not some fucking caveman without any sensibilities.”
“Some would beg to differ…”
“Not when it comes to women and children.”
He shook his head at me, his lips twisted like he was holding something back, just waiting for me to tell him what he wanted to hear.
“I’ve got all night,” h
e said.
“Right…”
Just tell him…
The voice inside of my head was the only thing that could stop me. But I’d convinced myself that I had good reason to finally give Sebastian the details. He was the only person I could truly trust.
“It was a little more than a year ago,” I started. “Around the time I came back to Ivory after working in the big city. I figured I would come back home and get some work done. And there’s a lot of work to be done out here. There’s so much abandoned property. So much real estate that’s not being used. Ivory could be something amazing if people actually put their minds to it.”
“You don’t have to tell me. Outside of Hades and Ezra’s place, there isn’t much in Old Town. The place would be booming with business if the right kind of people invested. I think that’s why Emerson has his eye on the place.”
“That’s part of the reason I caught his eye.”
“I figured,” he sighed. “You’ve always been good at what you do.”
“I was only a student when we were together.”
“That’s true. But you were great at that. I had no doubt you would be amazing at whatever you chose to do after.”
Sebastian took another long puff of his cig. He was so nonchalant about everything that I knew he was being sincere about what he just said.
“Shame about your taste in men,” he said. “A man like Emerson…”
“I didn’t know who he was. Not until I started spending more time around him. There were rumors about what he was doing in Ivory but I ignored them. Mostly because I didn’t want to believe them. But then one night…”
I closed my eyes and sighed as the memory came back to me.
“…I was leaving my office. It was another late night. The parking lot was empty. It was dark. I was the only person for miles. At least, that’s what it felt like. All of a sudden some guy jumped me from behind.”
Sebastian’s eyes widened in curiosity.
“He put a gun to me. Told me he was pissed about Emerson. Taking his territory in the city or something. I don’t know. Something to do with drugs.”
“That’s when you found out what kind of man Emerson was.”
“That was when I knew but that’s not what I was thinking about. I was just trying to figure a way out of it.”
“Then what happened?”
“I don’t know exactly… I just know that someone saved me.”
“A cop?”
I shook my head.
“It’s like he came out of nowhere. Some bald guy. Serious-looking. He knocked the guy out and put him in cuffs for the police to find.”
“This guy… Some vigilante?”
“I thought he was. Invited him out for a cup of coffee as a thank you. Turns out he was something else.”
“And what’s that?”
“A federal agent.”
I waited for Sebastian’s reaction but there was none. He just kept staring straight at me like there were a dozen thoughts running through his head.
“He showed me all of his credentials,” I said. “Everything seemed real. I even looked him up online and sure enough, I found him. Agent Brandon Whitaker. F… B… I…”
“And you believed him?”
“I had no reason to disbelieve him. He saved me. He showed me all of the papers. And he gave me all of the details about what he was doing here.”
“A federal agent showed up in Ivory by himself. The last time that happened—”
“The last time the FBI came to Ivory, it resulted in a failed investigation with a lot more blood.”
“The Black Reapers…”
I nodded to Sebastian. I didn’t have to explain anything to tell him because he already had all of the details.
“He said that they know what Emerson is up to. But if they start some big investigation, things will get messy again. So Whitaker is doing it alone. He was doing it alone anyway.
“I wanted to leave Emerson when I found out but Whitaker told me to stay with him. Told me he needed information on him. I was the only way he could get close to Emerson to get enough evidence to lock him away for good.”
Sebastian puffed on the rest of his cig then tossed it to the ground. He stomped it out with his heel, twisting the butt into the dirt. The way he did it made me uncomfortable in a way I couldn’t describe.
“Let me get this straight,” he said. “You found out Emerson was a major drug dealer and wanted to leave him but stayed because a federal agent said he needed you to help him?”
“…Yeah,” I said, laughing at how absurd it sounded.
“Kristen, you’re the smartest person I’ve ever known. Why would you do something so stupid?”
“Sometimes I ask myself the same thing. When I’m spending time around Emerson and I realize what kind of man he is. When I think about what’s going on behind closed doors, underneath the noses of the police… It makes me sick. Whitaker always reminds me of why I’m doing this.”
“There’s no good reason to be doing this.”
“Ivory is my home. This is where my heart is. If a man like Emerson is trying to hurt this town, I can’t let him do it.”
“That’s still not a good enough reason.”
Sebastian closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in frustration. He put his hand on his forehead like he couldn’t believe everything I was telling him.
“A year,” he said. “You’ve been with Emerson for more than a year.”
“Whitaker wants me to stay close to him. If I’m close enough, Emerson will eventually give me all of the details of his operation. Then that’ll be that.”
“I see… This guy… Whitaker tells you what to do and you take all of the risk.”
“Sebastian, I have to do this—”
“Jesus Christ, Kristen! You’re not some secret agent spy. You’re just an ordinary woman and some federal agent you barely know has got you working undercover for a year?”
Sebastian wasn’t hiding his frustration at all. I couldn’t blame him. Even I knew what I was doing was absurd. Sebastian spelling it out for me wasn’t enough though.
“I have to do this,” I said.
“Kristen, it’s not your responsibility—”
“Ivory is my town. I live here. I don’t care who or what I am. I have to do this, okay?”
Sebastian put his hands on his hips and turned his back to me. Even without facing me, I could still see the anger and frustration on his face.
“It’s almost over,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“Whitaker gave me something…”
He slowly turned back around and raised an eyebrow at me.
“…A bug. Some receiver. All I have to do is slip it on Emerson’s collar. The next time he’s having a meeting with the people involved in his deal, it’ll record the information Whitaker needs to put Emerson away for good.”
“And what do you think Emerson will do when he finds out what you did to him?”
“He won’t know. He won’t—”
“Your prints are already on it. You don’t know what you’re doing, Kristen. You won’t be able to get away with this.”
I wanted Sebastian to tell me that I could do this. I wanted him to tell me that nothing would go wrong. But even I knew what kind of danger I was putting myself in. Looking into his eyes, I realized that now more than ever. And it twisted my stomach into knots that I couldn’t shake no matter how positive I tried to be.
“What do I do then?” I said as I held my hands out. “Emerson won’t just let me walk away. He’ll know something is up—”
“Let me do it.”
“W-what?”
“Let me do it. Give me the bug. I’ll plant it on Emerson.”
“Sebastian, you won’t get anywhere close to him. I have to be the one who does this.”
“If you do this and he finds out, you’ll be the one paying the price.”
“And do you think I’m going to let you take that risk?�
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“Better me than you.”
Sebastian held his hand out to me.
I looked into his eyes, waiting for him to break. He just kept staring back at me. He wasn’t going to budge. But neither was I.
“No,” I said. “I’ll do it.”
“Kristen—”
“I’ve told you everything, Sebastian. It’s getting late. We should probably head back to Ivory now.”
“I’m not taking you back until—”
“Sebastian… Please… Let’s just go back… I… I’ll buy you dinner… We can forget this whole conversation even happened.”
His arms crossed, he leaned back against his bike before finally getting on his seat. He revved the engine and it thundered loud up into the night sky.
“Thank you,” I sighed.
I got on the bike and squeezed my arms around him as we quickly zoomed back toward the city.
I’d gotten everything off my chest but I wasn’t anywhere closer to the solution I was looking for. I only hoped now that Sebastian would at least be there to support me through this.
Chapter 11
KRISTEN
I spun my spoon around in my coffee until the milk and sugar turned into the caramel I craved.
“Hey.”
A sudden voice broke me out of the trance I didn’t realize I was in. I raised my head up and saw the cheery waitress with the usual big smile her on face.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
“I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
“I didn’t mean to stare but you’ve been stirring that coffee for the past five minutes.”
“Oh… I… I didn’t realize it. I… I had a long night.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
I knew she was harmless but I knew that I couldn’t tell her about it.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “It’s… It’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“Boy trouble?”
“What?”
She suddenly took a seat in the booth across from me.
“I see women who are down all the time,” she said. “They come in here in the morning and don’t want much to eat. Only a man could get them down like that. Probably hooked up with ‘em then kicked ‘em out in the morning.”
