by London Casey
There wasn’t enough beer or whiskey to push Tia out of my mind. Same with women. Shit got old and it was driving me nuts.
Tia wouldn’t talk, Prez kept putting pressure on me, and I was getting fed up. If that wasn’t enough, there was outside action with the MC and a beef with a rival crew. I couldn’t get involved because my sole job was to keep Tia safe and sound.
I tried fighting but ended up knocking out three prospects and putting another in the hospital.
So as another day turned into another night, I found myself in my room with Tia. She was drinking beer and so was I. I had a little fridge in the room and always kept it stocked. I could tell by the way she was going at the beer, something was bothering her.
“You can talk to me,” I said. “I know this whirlwind keeps going…”
“I have nothing to say about my father,” Tia said. “He left. He’s gone and he won’t be back for a while. He’ll stay gone until after Christmas. That much I can tell you.”
“Why?”
“Because of my mother and the time of the year.”
I sat on the edge of the bed next to her. “It means that much to you?”
“Maybe it does. I know you grew up different.”
“Hey, I’m willing to understand if you’re willing to talk,” Diesel said. “You can fucking hate me for whatever you want as long as you want.”
Tia looked at me. “This isn’t easy for me. Being near you. Having my own wants and need.”
Now my interest was piqued. I raised an eyebrow.
“As much as I want to hear that shit, I can’t hear that shit.”
“I’m trapped, Diesel. With you. And I don’t know who you really are.”
“What you see with me is what you get. I’m sorry I don’t get hard over Christmas. I respect that you do. I’ll go get a string of lights if you want. We can have Christmas in my room.”
Tia smiled. “No. That’s okay. That’s sweet of you to say though.”
I felt that burning between us again. I was too close to her. There was way too much time left in the night to resist her.
So I stood up.
My cock was thickening, ready to go. I felt like I needed to unzip my jeans and let my dick air out for a second to cool off.
Tia was fucking getting the best of me.
I grabbed a fresh beer and threw it back. The entire fucking bottle. My head was starting to feel warm and swirly. I glanced over my shoulder. She was just sitting there on the bed, her beer bottle between her legs.
“Fuck, darling, you have to put that bottle between your legs?”
“Maybe I do,” she teased.
I could see her eyes spinning, dancing with a drunken delight. I could fucking have her right there. Right then. Break every fucking rule Trev laid out for me.
“You know, you tease an outlaw… you never know what could happen.”
Tia swallowed hard. Her drunk eyes gave way to her a drunk personality. The kind that wasn’t going to make bad decisions but the kind that was going to follow honesty. Her drunk actions were simply her sober thoughts.
She grabbed the beer bottle and kicked back on the bed. Slowly, she pushed her shoes off and then in a beautifully seductive way, she opened her legs. Yeah, she was fully clothed, but that was okay.
She was tempting me. She was fucking with me.
I turned and walked toward the bed.
Rules were meant to be broken, right?
eighteen.
(Tia)
What the fuck am I doing?
The second I could smell Diesel’s leather and skin, I knew what I was doing. I was getting something for myself. I was going to make the best of a bad situation. I was going to forget about what happened to my apartment. Forget about the secret text messages threatening me. Forget about my favorite time of the year being ruined over and over.
I was going to get Diesel’s big co…
“You think you can fuck with me and get away with it?” Diesel growled at me.
His lips were inches from mine.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You’re eyes are speaking a lot to me.”
“And what are they saying?”
“You want to see me again,” Diesel said. “You want know what it’s like. Fuck, darling, I’ll show you what it’s like.”
A moment later his lips brushed against mine. My body exploded into an inferno of lust and wetness. Before I could reach from the bed, going right between his legs, Diesel moved away. He stood up. My lips were still moving, wanting the kiss again. I wasn’t done kissing him.
He stepped back.
I waited for him to open his jeans but he didn’t.
Instead, he touched my face, tracing my jaw. He had done that about twenty times since I met him. And each time it turned me on.
I swallowed hard, not sure what was going to happen next.
“You stay right here, darling,” Diesel whispered.
“Why?”
“I’m not supposed to fuck you,” he said. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy you.”
“What does that mean?”
“You’ll find out soon enough. You might want to change into something more comfortable. Give yourself easy access to your sweet and wet pussy. Because when I’m done and you’re done, I’ll lick that dirty honey right off your fingertips.”
My jaw dropped. “Diesel…”
He touched my lower lip. “Don’t. Fucking. Leave. This. Room.”
Diesel moved to the door and was gone a second later.
My jaw was still dropped. My heart still racing. My panties soaking wet.
What in the hell did he have planned for me?
nineteen.
(D)
I stormed through the clubhouse with a mission. I saw her standing near the back corner, holding a beer, her curvy hips the same as the last time I saw them. When I was holding them, fucking her outside the clubhouse. She was talking to another woman and I wasted no time getting right between them.
“Hey,” she said, surprised.
“Enough talk. You. Me. My room. Right now.”
“Lead the way, big man,” she said with a grin.
She lifted the beer bottle toward her lips and I stopped her. I twisted the bottle from her hand and tossed it to the floor. I put my body against hers, pinning her against the wall.
“Here’s the deal,” I said. “You’re going to suck my cock. You’re going to swallow me down. And you and I aren’t going to be the only ones in the room when it happens. Got that?”
“Holy shit. Yeah. I’m down with that.”
“Yeah. You better be down,” I said.
This was my fucking solution.
Maybe not the best plan or the result of sober thinking, but I wanted to push hard at Tia. She wanted to fuck with me? Make little comments and give me those fuck me eyes? Fair enough. She could watch me get sucked off. I could stare into her beautiful eyes as I shot my load, finally able to get some relief in the goddamn situation.
I slipped my hand into the woman’s hand. I pulled her next to me.
“This time I want to know your name,” I asked.
“No you don’t,” she said. “But I’ll be anyone you want.”
“Be the woman that gets me off fast,” I said.
“That I could do,” she said. “And if you need it that bad, my name is Jen.”
It wasn’t going to be her that got me off. It was going to be Tia. Watching her watch me.
This was how things were going to get settled.
Once and for all.
It was going to end all temptation and keep the lines very clear.
Yeah fucking right… it was the biggest mistake I could have made.
I slid my jeans down to my knees. My cock was mostly hard, throbbing and standing tall. I stared straight ahead at Tia as she stood against the wall. Her mouth was still open, fully shocked that I brought another woman into the room.
This is your fault, darling. Now
watch and enjoy.
Jen climbed onto the bed and straddled me. She blocked my view of Tia.
I curled my lip. “Get down right now.”
She slid down my legs and bent forward to my cock. With her left hand she grabbed the bottom of my thick shaft, stroking me. I averted my eyes back to Tia. She had her hands against the wall, her eyes bouncing back and forth between Jen, who was about to suck me off ,and staring right into my eyes.
Jen licked the bottom of my shaft and I let out a hiss. It caught me off guard. Her sloppy tongue swirled around the big head of my cock and she took me into her mouth. I reached down and put my hand to the back of her head. Without looking and without caring, I pressed, wishing it was Tia’s mouth on me.
Jen took all she could into her mouth, groaning when she reached her max. I curled my fingers around her hair and guided her back up. She came off my cock with a wet pop sound and let out a gasp and growl.
“Damn,” she whispered, searching for air.
“Damn is right,” I said, my eyes locked to Tia. “Here, turn sideways. I want Tia to see everything.”
Jen listened and turned sideways on the bed. She went right back at me, my hand with a fistful of her hair. Goddamn, she went right for it, too. Sucking me hard, fast, using her tongue in between breaks for air. When she got cheap on me, I gave her head a little push, making damn sure she did it the way I wanted it done.
I started to thrust at her, moving my body as I sat on my bed.
Tia bit her bottom lip, looking unsure what to do.
You know exactly what to do, darling.
I gave her a warning to get changed and she had listened. Wearing sweatpants made it easy access for her hand to get busy to work. I couldn’t believe my eyes when Tia finally made that move. I nodded to her, gritting my teeth. I could feel myself inching forward already. The entire aura of the room was filled with a heavy lust.
The faster Jen moved down and up on my shaft, the louder it got. Her groans. The wet sounds. The slapping kissing noises of her lips hitting my cock and then smacking together when she pulled off me. She grabbed the thick root of my cock with both hands and pumped, making it damn impossible to even think about holding back on coming. Which was fine. I just wanted to empty myself out and get some fucking sleep.
Tia eased her right down into the front of her pants. I saw her fingers moving, hitting the inside of her pants. She made a shocked look on her face and her body jumped. That’s when I knew she was hitting her clit. I licked my lips, wanting to taste her clit. Wanting to roll her clit between my lips. Wanting to use the tip of my tongue against her clit, so fucking fast that she would have no choice but to thrust at me and scream.
I could see her fingers moving faster, the look of pleasure spreading across her face.
This was what we had become. I was the outlaw who saw a beautiful woman and took her to bed. But Prez made it very clear I wasn’t allowed to fuck Tia.
I thrust up at Jen’s mouth, feeling my cock sink deeper. She let out a groan and stayed right with me.
“Come on, darling,” I said. “It’s time.”
Jen thought I was talking to her but I wasn’t. I was talking to Tia. I wanted her to come for me.
She bent her legs, moving down the wall a little. She got herself into a comfortable position and stayed right there. Her other hand was plastered against the wall. I told myself to check the wall tomorrow for scratches. I saw Tia moving her hand up and down. I imagined the tips of her fingers pulling up, touching her clit, sliding down, slicing between her folds, touching her wet and puckering hole.
I growled as I felt my cock thickening.
Jen pulled her mouth off me and stroked extra fast with her hands.
I caught her looking at me. I glanced down and nodded. “Right fucking now. Don’t stop until I finish.”
Jen started at the tip of my cock again. Her tongue coming forward, moving around it, over and over. Flickering her tongue like my cock was the biggest ice cream cone she’d ever gotten.
But enough of looking at the woman sucking my dick.
I was more interested in the woman touching herself across the room.
I looked at Tia again and her mouth was open, her lips quivering.
“I’m going to come,” I said. “I can’t control it, darling. It’s what you do to me.”
Tia’s hand started to move even faster. Those little fingers of hers taking good care of herself. Going to town on her pussy.
I started to fuck Jen’s mouth. Lifting and lowering, feeling my cock getting ready for its final few seconds before letting go.
I gritted my teeth as that final pulse of pleasure shot through my shaft.
“Fuck yeah, darling,” I groaned.
I lifted my body and let out a hiss as I started to come.
Jen knew exactly how to take a load, I’ll give her that much. Her hand, lips, tongue, and her mouth knew how to move up and down my throbbing shaft, taking all of me.
But my eyes and focus were on Tia. Watching the way her hips jutted left to right. The look on her face. The way she put her head back, losing herself. I knew she was coming. I fucking knew it.
Jen started to slow as she sucked me, finishing off every last droplet of my release. I pulled myself away a little, silently telling her it was time to get away from me.
She did.
She popped up on her knees. Her lips were puffed and red from working so hard.
Jen looked at Tia, then looked at me.
I pointed to the door of my bedroom. No offense… but we’re done here.
As Jen left the room I just remained there, my cock resting against my pubes, gently throbbing as it lost its steam.
“What the fuck was that?” Tia groaned.
“Exactly what you wanted, darling,” I said.
I grabbed for my jeans and started to pull them up.
Tia slid her hand out of her pants.
She smiled. A cute and pretty smile.
But I wasn’t done with her yet tonight.
twenty.
(Tia)
I was flat against the wall, my hands at my sides. Diesel closed in on me with a wild look in his eyes. I couldn’t believe what I had just endured. Or witnessed. It was the craziest thing I’d ever done in a bedroom. And I did so without hesitation because of how turned on Diesel made me.
Watching a woman pleasure him did so many things to me. Yeah, I was pretty jealous the entire time. It was her mouth, her lips, her hands taking care of him. But at the same time, it was Diesel’s eyes that were locked to mine. And when he spoke, he spoke to me. He commanded my pleasure from across the room, without touching me.
And now he stood just inches away.
“Feel good to get that off your chest?” Diesel whispered.
“Sort of,” I said.
“Trust me, darling, we both needed that. But I need something else.”
I shivered. “What?”
“I need a taste. Of you.”
Before I could say another word, Diesel grabbed my wrist. He lifted my hand to his face. My fingers that had been touching myself were laced with my own orgasm.
Diesel took a deep breath and let out a deep growl.
“Fuck, darling, I knew you’d smell sweet… but this sweet?”
I opened my mouth but Diesel stole every ounce of breath I had to offer.
His tongue suddenly lapped forward and licked my two fingers. The roughness of his tongue made me quiver head to toe. Watching him lick my own wetness off my fingers…
“And it tastes just as sweet,” he said. “Fuck, I want it all. All your perfect honey.”
Diesel broke away from me and made a run toward the bathroom.
I heard the shower turn on and I stood there trying to regain my thoughts.
I walked to the bathroom only to find no steam. No heat.
Diesel was taking a cold shower.
I waited and the water turned off. Diesel opened the door and I was able to see hit beautiful b
ody - and cock - again. Even in the cold water, he was still so big. Whatever blessed with his friend between his legs blessed him by being able to skip the idea of shrinkage.
Diesel wrapped a towel around his waist.
“I don’t know what you want from me,” I said. “I’m in your way. I know that. I’m not going to go out there and cause trouble. So you don’t need to babysit me, Diesel. Yes, someone attacked my apartment. Yes, someone meant to do it. Okay? It wasn’t some random thing. But you already know that. So does your President. My father is lost in his own world of fear and pain and I’m left stranded. I can go to my friend’s house and be fine. You should trust me at least that much.”
Diesel stepped forward. “Darling, this isn’t about trust. This is about protection. You want to hang with your friend? That’s fine. But I’m going to arrange it. I can’t have anything happen to you.”
“Why does it matter? Will they take your cut and punish you?”
“The first day I met you, Tia, that was my concern. But now, it’s more than that. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
Diesel leaned down and planted a kiss on my cheek. I felt his scruff tickle my skin.
He exited the bathroom.
By the time I got back to the bedroom, trying to figure out what just happened and what he meant, Diesel was in a pair of jeans and on the floor next to the bed.
As I climbed into bed I realized that he had called me Tia. My name. He never called me that. He always called me darling.
I looked over at him and he looked back at me.
He winked.
My body tingled.
This man didn’t just have control of my body… he was starting to control my heart.
I snuck down the hallway of the clubhouse the next morning. I slept great. Of course I did. I had finally gotten off. I had a wild outlaw next to me (even if he was on the floor) who would do anything to protect me.
I couldn’t believe it… but I was actually starting to settle in.
It was December, just weeks away from Christmas. There wasn’t a sign of it in the clubhouse though. Why would there be? Why would a bunch of bikers give a shit about the holidays?
I thought about my apartment. I had a huge pantry closet that was also a storage attic. I kept a tree there, along with lights and all kinds of knickknacks. As sad as it was, I decorated for nobody but myself.
