by Jessie Cooke
He began to move it around inside of her. “That’s what you want, baby.”
“Yes. Harder.” He put a second finger inside of her and she stepped sideways so that her thighs were wide open for him. He began to push and pull them out of her, banging her hard and still playing with her nipple.
“Like that, baby?” he whispered.
“Mm-hmm, just like that,” she gasped out. “Don’t stop. Fuck, Ryder, that’s good. Don’t stop.” He didn’t plan on stopping. He wanted to be inside of her...he needed to be. But, he wanted to make her come first. He wanted to feel her excitement all over his bare skin before he had to wrap up in a condom. He could feel her thighs quivering against his hand as he finger-fucked her. She felt so good, and she sounded sexy, and his cock was so hard by that time that he was surprised it hadn’t burst through his jeans. She was pressing her butt back into him, making him ache for her even more. He pinched her nipple harder and pushed those two fingers up into her as far as they would go and then he swiveled his hips into her, hard. He could feel her body tensing and getting ready to come.
“That’s it, baby...let it go. Come for me.”
“Oh yes, Ryder...oh fuck...”
“Yeah, baby...come for me.”
“I want you inside of me, Ryder. I want you inside of me so badly.”
“Soon, baby. Come for me first.” Storm didn’t argue any further. She let out a little growl and reached up and grabbed his face with her hands again, this time gripping onto his beard. She pulled at it as her body shook and she gasped for breath. Ryder felt the rush of the hot, sticky fluid on his fingers and Storm used her backwards hold on his beard to swing her hips back and forth as she came. Fuck, she’s hot.
As soon as she caught her breath, she spun around to face him. She reached up and put her hands around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Her hazel eyes were filled with lust and the kiss was filled with passion and desire. His tongue came out but instead of diving into her mouth, he used it to lick at her lips. He traced the outline of them and then flitted his tongue against them, pulling it back and teasing her when she tried to tangle it up with her own. He finally tired of teasing her and shoved his tongue into her hot mouth. Fuck, he loved kissing her. She was like a little wild animal the way she sucked on his tongue and scraped it with her teeth and nibbled at his lips. She was wild, on fire, and everything he ever wanted.
Storm pulled out of the kiss first and for several seconds she just stared up at his face, stroking the sides of his beard softly with her fingers. Ryder waited, afraid she was going to change her mind and kick him out and at the same time, not wanting to force her to do anything she wasn’t sure about. She smiled at him softly then and said, “You’re so beautiful.”
Ryder smiled back at her and said, “No, baby, you’re beautiful.”
“We’re beautiful together,” she said before bringing her tongue out again and licking his lips and then sucking and biting at them. He could feel the heat coming off her as they shared another hot kiss that drove him into a fever pitch and caused him to turn into a wild, needy animal. He began stripping her clothes off, kissing her in between pulling off her shirt, unhooking her bra, pushing off her sweats and her soaked panties. Then it was her turn. They kept sucking and biting at each other’s lips while she pushed his vest off his shoulders and yanked his t-shirt up over his head. Her hands went to his waist and while she unbuttoned and unzipped, he pulled out of his boots. He stood still and let her push down his jeans and boxers and as soon as his cock was free, she took hold of it, wrapping it up against her palm with her fingers tightly holding and caressing it. She began stroking it then, softly at first. He moaned and flexed his hips and she stroked him harder and faster, using the delicate bead of fluid that escaped from the tip to lubricate her hand. She was jerking him off in the middle of her living room and it felt better than any time he’d ever done it himself.
He had his eyes closed and he was enjoying every sensation that she was sending surging through his body when suddenly he felt her let go of him. He opened his eyes in time to see her bring her hand down between her own legs. He watched wide-eyed as she dipped her fingers between her lips and then ran her palm across them. Once again then, with a wet hand, she grabbed him. Somehow it was even sexier this time, knowing that she was stroking him with her own juices. Each time she stroked up from the base to the tip, she’d run two fingers over his head, dragging them through the fluid there that was still coming and keeping her hand almost as wet as he knew her hot pussy was. His cock pulsed and throbbed in her hand and he could feel himself aching for release that quickly.
Suddenly, without missing a stroke, Storm dropped down to the carpeting on her knees. She kept caressing his shaft with her soft fingers but let her tongue come out and lick around the head. He looked down at her, watching as her tongue swirled around the engorged purple tip, and then she opened her lips further and slowly sucked in the head. Then gulp by gulp, she sucked every inch of him into her hot mouth, letting the tip rest against the back of her throat. She was sucking and moving her tongue around the whole time and Ryder felt like he had his finger in a light socket. She was pure energy...she was electric...he could feel it and he fucking loved it.
She began gripping onto him tighter and moving her head and mouth faster, taking him in deep each time and letting him out slowly. His need for her permeated every cell in his body and he finally couldn’t take it a second longer. He grabbed her hair and pulled her back off his cock. She was still looking up at him. He pulled her up to her feet and kissed her and then reached down and cupped his arms around her butt cheeks, lifting her up off the floor. Storm wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her over to the wall. He pressed her back into it and she reached down and grabbed his cock again. As she began to guide him into her pussy he whispered, in a strangled voice:
“Should I grab a condom?”
“I haven’t had sex with anyone other than you for two years and I’m on the pill...but it’s up to you.”
“I’ve never had sex without a condom.”
“Never?”
He shook his head, “Nope, not ever. But I’d love for you to be my first, Storm. I’m dying to feel you, skin to skin.”
“Then stop talking and fuck me,” she said with a smile. Ryder didn’t have to be told twice. He reached down and grabbed hold of his own cock and pressed it into her pussy. He felt her push her hands against his shoulders to bring her butt up higher and once she was lined up with his cock, she impaled herself on it. Ryder groaned loudly and held onto her tightly while she dug her fingers into his shoulders and moved herself up and down his hard pole. She was grunting and sweating, bouncing up and down on him like she was on a wild carnival ride. While she was still busily fucking him, Ryder began to walk again, this time walking her down the hallway to her bedroom. He carried her over and tossed her down on the bed and then he growled:
“On your knees, baby. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“Fuck me, Ryder, please. I don’t want you to fuck me, I need you to.”
Ryder liked that. She didn’t just want him, she needed him. “Turn over,” he growled down at her. She did as she was told, rolling onto her stomach and arching her ass up, getting ready for him. He didn’t make her wait long. He pushed his hips up against her butt, burying his bare cock back up inside her pussy as deep as it would go. If someone held a gun to his head and told him that he had to describe that feeling in words, he couldn’t do it. Every fiber in his body was alive and on edge. It was like someone was touching every bare, exposed nerve with a Taser. He pulled back until his cock almost fell out of her and then he pushed back into her, and then again and again, harder and faster, reveling in the way the walls of her pussy closed around him each time, like she was reluctant to let him pull back.
The slap of flesh against flesh echoed off the walls of the room and Storm reached up and grabbed onto the headboard, lifting her ass up higher. Sweat rolled off his brow a
nd bounced off her skin, practically sizzling as it did. He reached underneath her with one hand and found her clit and he began to manipulate it as he fucked her even harder. She was making unintelligible sounds and clawing at the headboard, and the second that he felt her come he pulled his fingers out of her and wrapped that arm around the front of her neck, pulling her up enough so that when she twisted her head around, their lips could meet. She was gasping for breath against his lips as he exploded inside of her, for the first time letting his seed fill a woman. It was mind-blowing...earth-shattering…and he was so fucking glad he’d waited for Storm.
It was late, and they were both exhausted. Ryder fell into a deep, dreamless sleep almost immediately. When he woke up, he was still holding her and his cock was hard again. He wasn’t going to bother her, but he felt her wiggle her butt into him. He reached around and lightly touched her pussy; she was as wet as he was hard. He rolled her over to face him and with hair in her eyes and sleep marks on the side of her face, she smiled at him. She was the sexiest, most fucking beautiful creature he’d even seen. He lifted her up and sat her on top of him. In seconds they were fucking again. This time was a quickie, but still enough to make the top of his head want to explode. He fell back to sleep with her on his chest and his softening cock still inside of her, and another smile on his face.
14
“I don’t know where my mother is, but she calls me every morning. She’s gotten very cloak and dagger,” Storm said with a roll of her eyes. They were lying in her bed still tangled up in arms and legs and basking in the afterglow of amazing sex. “She uses a different phone every time she calls, and she won’t tell me where she is in case someone is listening.”
“Okay,” Ryder said, “Good. I need you to ask her about the fifteen grand when she calls this morning. We need to know where that came from.”
Storm nodded. “Okay, I’ll ask her. Ryder, I don’t believe my mother had anything to do with this robbery. She’s a good woman, believe it or not. She was a good mother and she loved my dad like crazy. She’s always had a penchant for gambling, but her fear of losing Dad and me when I was a kid kept it in check. When my father died, and I had to get out of there, she just spiraled and kept spiraling. It was her way of dealing with her grief and now she’s lost everything. My hope was that hitting bottom would force her to get the help that she’s been denying she needed, but so far that doesn’t seem to be the case. But even desperate, Ryder...I can’t begin to imagine she had anything to do with this.”
“The timing was just really bad if she had nothing to do with it, baby. And please don’t get upset again, I’m not saying she did. You obviously know her and I don’t. But, because I know you want to be kept in the loop here, I’ll tell you that the reasons Dax thinks she did are pretty compelling. She recently lost her house and anything she could use as collateral on a loan. She’s into a loan shark for a hundred grand, and in three weeks she had already missed two payments. She got kicked out of her sister’s home...for stealing, your aunt says. The night of the robbery, she disappeared, and her car turned up in your possession...and baby, Dax knows that she used your ATM card to take out the money to buy her train ticket...”
“Fuck, is he the president of an MC or the fucking FBI director?”
Ryder laughed. “Oh, baby, you have no idea. Nothing happens in this city that Dax doesn’t either know about ahead of time, find out about during, or find out afterwards, which tends to put him in a bad mood, by the way. Dax is a good guy, but you don’t want to get on his bad side.”
“It seems that I’m already there...you know, since he fired me and is having me followed and thinks my mother and I are some kind of mother/daughter crime team.”
“I can guarantee you that when you and I prove you didn’t do this, Dax will be the first in line to try to make amends. He’s just doing his job.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry, but I wish I had someone as heartily on my side as you are on Dax’s.”
“You do,” he said, pulling her in tighter and kissing the side of her face. “You’ve got me.” Storm loved the warmth that his words filled her with, but she couldn’t help but worry about what would happen if they weren’t able to clear her and her mother’s names. Ryder had made it more than clear that his club would always come first, or at least, that’s what she heard in what he said. For the time being, she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on nothing other than how good it felt to be in his arms. The sun was coming up outside, but they hadn’t been to sleep yet and it wasn’t long before she felt herself drifting off. Ryder’s breaths were becoming slow and even too and she found herself wishing the two of them could stay like this forever, just as her phone began ringing from across the room.
With a groan, she disentangled herself from Ryder’s warm body and went over to the dresser to get the phone. When she turned back toward him, she saw that he was sitting up, watching her. He smiled and winked at her as she put the phone to her ear and said, “Mom?”
Shivering, she went back over to the bed. Ryder held the comforter up and she crawled back in next to him as her mother said, “Hi, baby-girl. How are you?”
Storm put her on speaker and said, “I’m doing okay, Mom, but I’m worried about you. Where are you?”
“We shouldn’t talk about that, but I’m okay.”
“Mom, please. No one has tapped my phone, no one has even shown up looking for you. Maybe you’re overreacting. I have a thousand dollars that you can give the loan sharks...”
“Oh, honey, a thousand dollars won’t do a thing.” She heard the catch in her mother’s voice. “I know that sounds so ungrateful, but all that will do is piss him off more. As of tomorrow, I’ll be behind three weeks...over twenty-two grand.” Storm looked at Ryder and he raised an eyebrow.
“Mom, Denny came by here last night.”
“He did? Did you ask him if he had any money?”
Storm sighed. She longed for the days when she and her mother could have conversations that had nothing to do with money. “No, Mom...I mean, he was pretty clear that he didn’t. He swears he had nothing to do with the robbery and since he’s running scared, I tend to believe him. But Mom...he told me something that I’m confused about.” Storm wasn’t ready yet to tell her mother where she was getting her information, so for now she was going to use Denny as her scapegoat.
“What’s that?”
“He says that the day after you went missing, someone paid fifteen grand on your loans.”
“What the hell? Who would do that, and how would Denny know?”
“Well, I guess that information came from the Skulls. It’s one of the reasons they think you and I were involved in the robbery.”
“The Skulls?”
Storm sighed. Like any other addict, her mother was having trouble seeing anything beyond her next fix. “Mom, they own the bar, remember?”
“Oh...yeah. I should go, honey, I’m not feeling very well.”
“Mom? What do you mean you’re not feeling well? What’s wrong?”
“Just a headache. I’ll be fine. I’ll call you tomorrow...”
“Mama, please! Please tell me where you are. I’ll come and get you...I’ll bring you some money.”
Storm knew right then that things were not okay with her mother when she said, “I don’t need any money, baby, your dad takes good care of me.”
“Mom!” She hung up. Storm was shaking all over as she tried to call the number back, but it went straight to a voicemail that hadn’t been set up yet. She had hot tears running down her face and she didn’t even realize Ryder was talking to her until he finally shook her gently and said:
“Storm...baby, look at me.”
She looked up at his face and saw concern for her in his eyes. But it wasn’t her that was in trouble. “Ryder, there’s something wrong with her. Did you hear her? She was talking about my dad like he was still alive.”
Ryder nodded. “Yeah, I heard her, baby. Can I have the phone?” She lo
oked at the hand holding the phone. She was clutching it like it was a lifeline, the only line to her mother.
“She’s all alone, Ryder. I gave her five hundred dollars and sent her away and now she’s alone and sick.” While she spoke, he gently extricated the phone from her hand.
“We’ll find her, baby.”
“How? She’s in New York City...maybe...”
“We’ll find her,” he said. Holding her phone in one hand, he leaned off the bed and dug his own phone out of the pocket of his jeans. He kissed her softly on the side of the face again and then pressed a number into his phone. After several seconds he said, “I’m sorry, Kat. Yes, I know what time it is. Yes, Kat, it’s fucking important. Please let me talk to David.” Storm couldn’t hear what the woman was saying, but she could hear the volume and tone...she wasn’t happy. A few seconds after she seemed to calm down, Storm heard a man’s voice come on the line and Ryder said, “Hey, David, it’s Ryder.” He laughed and said, “Yeah, I figured you heard your old lady take my name in vain. I’m sorry to wake you guys up—I didn’t wake up the kid, did I?”
He listened and then chuckled and said, “Good, so I won’t have to worry that Hurricane Katrina will pull out the big guns on me. Anyway, I need a favor. I have this number, and I need a location on this phone...but it’s a throwaway.” He listened again and then looking at Storm’s phone he recited the number her mother had called from. “I need it, like, yesterday.” He thanked him again before he ended the call. Then, he tossed both phones down at the end of the bed and pulled Storm back into his arms. Working them both down into the comfort of the bed and under the covers he kissed her again and said, “Now sleep.”
“But...”
