I pulled the necklace out of the box and held the medallion in the air. It was adorned with the same skull emblem that was embroidered on Tommy’s and the rest of the gang’s jackets. It felt heavy in my hand.
“You’re my girl now,” Tommy said. “And that means you’ll never have to worry about anything, ever again. You’re safe with me and I’m committed to you.”
A tingle shot through my body. In all of my years with Justin, he still wouldn’t commit to me over his church. And here was Tommy, telling me that he would be my man after only knowing me for one day.
“Tommy,” I said, as my face blushed. “You’re amazing.”
Tommy took the necklace from my hands.
“Hold your hair up,” he said.
I reached back and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling it back into a ponytail and exposing my neck for him. He wrapped the necklace around my neck and clasped it in the back, letting the medallion fall just above my cleavage.
“It looks great on you,” he said.
I smiled as I let my hair fall back down.
“Thank you, Tommy,” I said, as I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.
“You’re welcome, baby,” he responded. “Now what do you say we go for a ride to the mall and start that shopping spree? I’ve got plenty of room in my closet that you’re welcome to fill up.”
I ran my fingers through his hair and then down his face, feeling his thick beard.
“That sounds amazing,” I said.
Tommy smiled and then began to get dressed. I stood up from the bed and walked to the other side of the room to check myself out in the mirror that was hung above the dresser. The shiny medallion swayed over my chest, reflecting the daylight coming from inside of the window.
And as I admired the beautiful, silver emblem that hung on my neck, my life back home flashed into my mind. It had only been a few days since I had left, but my entire world was changing before my eyes. But I couldn’t leave it all behind without tying up some of my loose ends. There was one major thing that I needed to do before I completely committed to my life with Tommy.
I need to call Justin...
Chapter 13
Just twenty-four hours spent with Tommy and I had already lived more than I had in my entire life. I had gone from Bishop’s girlfriend to a young woman on the run, dabbling in illegal activities and wondering where my next adventure would take me.
What are you getting yourself into, Chelsea? I asked myself, while Tommy was in the other room getting changed. Has this gone too far?
I placed my hands on the edge of the dresser, causing the silver medallion that Tommy had just given me to swing forward away from my chest. It spun in circles, the polished outline of the skull reflecting the light of the room. I closed my eyes and took a long deep breath, a part of me thinking that when I opened them, I would wake up in my bedroom back home, still with Justin.
This has to be a dream...
After a few seconds, I opened my eyes. The medallion had stopped spinning and in the reflection of the mirror, I saw the engraved skull looking back at me. It was like a sign, telling me that I was on the right track in my life, despite my unsure feelings toward it.
Still naked, I stepped away from the dresser, causing the medallion to fall to my chest, directly above my cleavage. The cold metal sent a chill down my spine.
Well, this is it. I guess this is my life now...
My gut was telling me one thing and one thing only: to leave my old life behind and start anew; become reborn. Throw away my past and my old life with my boring boyfriend and jump in with both feet into the unknown and dangerous life of being with a biker club leader. It was absolutely crazy and I knew that. It went against everything that I was raised to believe. My mother and sister would surely disapprove, but eventually they would understand. I decided that I would wait to call them, though, since there would plenty of time to break the news. But there was one person that I felt I needed closure with. I had one phone call to make before turning my back on where I was from. I had to call Justin and tell him it was over.
Tommy was still in the other room. I heard some shuffling around as he got dressed and ready to take me out shopping to buy some new clothes, since the only attire I had was the dress I had worn to the bar with the night before.
I took a long, deep breath and then stepped to the other side of the room, pulling my cell phone out of my purse.
Here goes nothing...
A wave of anxiety shot through me as I scrolled through my contact list and called Justin. I hadn’t spoken to him in days, ever since he had asked me to move out, telling me that the church disapproved of us living together.
The phone began to ring, each one sending another burst of adrenaline through my body. Finally, on the third ring, Justin picked up.
“Oh, my God, Chelsea...” he said, in a panic. “Where in the hell have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you. I’ve been calling everybody I know, including the police. They’re looking everywhere for you.”
The fucking police? Typical Justin...
“Justin, I’m fine,” I said, already losing my patience with him. “Why in the fuck did you call the police? I just went for a road trip to see my sister. Relax.”
Justin was silent for a moment, but I could still hear him breathing on the other end of the line. Finally, he spoke again.
“Well, I’m glad to hear that you’re okay,” he said. “It’s good to hear your voice. So, what are you doing? Where are you? Your Mom wouldn’t tell me anything, but I had this feeling that she knew. You guys and your secrets.”
Ah, that’s why I love you, Mom. I knew you’d cover for me.
“Listen, Justin,” I said. “I didn’t call to chit chat or to catch up. I called to tell you that we’re done. The relationship, if you want to call it that, is over. There’s really nothing else that needs to be said.”
I expected Justin to start crying, so I was shocked when he let out a soft chuckle underneath his breath.
“You say that like I’m supposed to be surprised by it,” he commented. “I knew the minute that you moved out that you would just disappear like a selfish little bitch.”
My jaw dropped. I had never heard Justin curse before, let alone call me a bitch. I was silent as he continued.
“It was always about you, wasn’t it, Chelsea?” he said, his voice getting louder. “Well, I’m glad you called, because I have news for you. I met someone two days after you left. Her name is Rachel and she goes to my church. You do you remember the church we used to go to, right? Well, I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. She’ll be moving in right after we’re married.”
Wait, what?
I couldn’t tell if he was lying. His story was hard to believe, but I also wouldn’t put it past him to do something ridiculous like that. I couldn’t think of much to say, so I kept it simple.
“Um...that’s good, Justin,” I said. “Hopefully you’ll turn her into a very boring person, who hates every aspect of her life with you, just like you did to me.”
Right then, Tommy walked into the room.
“Babe, you ready?” he asked. “The motorcycle’s running.”
I turned to look and then a smile crossed my face.
“Who in the fuck is that?” Justin shouted, from the other end of the line. “You little fucking whore. Who is that guy that was just talking?”
Tommy smiled as I held up the phone and we both listened to Justin making an ass out of himself.
After a few seconds, Justin was quiet. It gave me just enough time to whisper, “Go fuck yourself, Justin,” into the receiver. Then I hung up the phone, tossing it back into my purse.
Chapter 14
Tommy took a stepped close to me and placed his hands on my hips.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
I nodded as a genuine smile crossed my face.
“Things have honestly never been better,” I said.
I put my hands on Tommy�
��s chest. He had changed into a blue flannel shirt, leaving the top few buttons open. His muscular pecks were exposed and I brought my hands to them, feeling the heat as it poured off of his skin.
It was finally over. My old life was gone, nothing more than a memory. And as I stood in front of Tommy, running my fingers over his chest, I began to feel more relieved than I had in my entire life. It was like my whole life up to that point had been wrong and I had finally found what I was looking for. And that alone, turned me on so much that couldn’t even contain myself.
“Turn off the bike,” I said. “I want you right now.”
Tommy’s hands slid down my naked sides, all the way to my ass. Then he used his powerful arms to lift me up, bringing my face to the same level as his.
“Fuck the bike,” he said. “You’re too beautiful to leave, even for a second.”
I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his, feeling the passion flow through my body. I was no longer holding anything back. I had nothing to hide and nothing to run from and it felt amazing.
Our tongues darted quickly in and out of each other’s mouths and I felt a pleasurable tingle course through my body as I began to get turned on. My legs were wrapped around Tommy’s waist as he held me and I used them to squeeze him tightly.
As we kissed, I brought my hands to the back of his head and gripped his hair. I couldn’t get close enough to him. My entire body was craving him and I couldn’t hold myself back. I moaned softly and then slowly pulled my face away from his.
“Oh, God, Tommy,” I whispered. “I don’t know what it is about you...”
Tommy flashed his playful smile and then carried me out to the living room. Then he set me down on the couch, the same place where he had first kissed me. He immediately brought his lips to my neck, gently biting and kissing the sensitive skin. I reached forward, feeling the bulge underneath his jeans. I ran my fingers over it, tracing his cock that was underneath.
“Fuck me, Tommy,” I said, as my breaths began to quicken.
My pussy was throbbing, aching with a desperation unlike anything I had experienced. His manhood and masculinity had become like a drug and it was like I couldn’t get enough to completely satisfy me.
Tommy quickly moved his tongue from my neck to my breasts, sliding it across the flesh in between. He immediately placed his mouth over my nipple. I moaned softly as he began to flick it with his tongue, causing it to grow firm in an instant.
I arched my back, causing my chest to push up toward his face. He continued bombarding my nipple with his tongue, causing pleasure to shoot through me.
“Oh, God, Tommy...” I whispered, as I opened my legs, wrapping them around his waist once again.
Tommy crawled on top of me and then slowly pulled his mouth away from my nipple. I looked down, noticing that it was fully erect and shining from his saliva. He gave it a few more licks, making circles around the outside of my areola and then he brought his mouth to my other breast, giving it equal attention.
After a moment, he pulled his face away from my chest and then put a hand on each of my breasts. He squeezed them together gently. The silver medallion was sucked between them, suffocating, as Tommy massaged the mounds of flesh on either side of it.
He admired my tits for a moment and then leaned forward once again, moving his face back and forth between my nipples, devouring me sexually. He moaned as he moved, the vibration transmitting from his mouth and to my nipples.
As Tommy pleasured my breasts, I reached forward and began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his tattooed skin. He sat up and then quickly pulled the shirt open and slipped it off. Then he tossed it carelessly behind him. Immediately after, he brought his mouth back to my body.
He kissed my breasts a few more times and then began making his way downward. Inch by inch, he drug his lips along my stomach. My pussy dampened as he got closer and I opened my legs even further, anticipating his tongue on my flower.
Tommy grabbed my legs and draped them over his shoulders. Then he pulled his face away from my lower stomach and gently began kissing the inside of my thighs, just inches away from my pussy. Back and forth, he moved his face, kissing the inside of my right thigh and then my left, each time also moving closer to my womanhood.
The tension was killing me and I wanted so badly for him to just dive in, sliding his tongue inside of me, devouring every inch of my flower.
“Tommy...” I said, my voice wavering. “Oh, God...Tommy.”
He continued kissing my thighs, causing my pussy to throb with even more intensity. The teasing was turning me on so much, but I couldn’t take any more. I needed his touch.
I reached forward and grabbed the hair on the top of his head. Then I pulled him toward my crotch, causing his tongue to meet my sopping wet flower.
“God yes,” I groaned, as my throbbing pussy finally got what it had been craving.
Tommy squeezed the outside of my thighs and began to quickly moving his tongue up and down my pussy, slipping gently inside as he went. Went he got to the top of my flower, he flicked his tongue firmly against my clit and then licked a few circles around it. Then he continued moving up and down, parting my pussy lips.
My juices gushed out of my flower and onto his tongue, as the pleasure began to overwhelm me. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back onto the couch cushion. Then I brought my hands to my naked breasts, squeezing them softly as he ate me out.
My fingers danced over my nipples and I moved circles around them, feeling the surrounding areola. I knew just how to touch them to make them feel amazing and the combination of that, and what Tommy was doing to my pussy, was enough to make me dizzy with pleasure.
Suddenly, Tommy began to focus on my clit, flicking it with his tongue. Each flick causing an electric shock of sensation to shoot through me and I found myself beginning to moan loudly.
“Oh, fuck...” I said, as I started to slowly buck my hips forward, pressing my flower firmly against his tongue.
Tommy continued to squeeze my thighs as he ate me out, pulling his face deeper into my womanhood.
Holy fuck...This feels amazing...
I brought my hands down and firmly gripped the couch cushion below me. My eyes rolled back in my head and I felt my jaw drop slightly. The waves of ecstasy became more intense, each one pushing me closer to orgasm.
Without even thinking about it, I squeezed my thighs together, clamping Tommy’s head firmly in place.
“Tommy, I’m coming...” I whispered, as the pace of my breathing quickened.
Tommy moaned in satisfaction and continued his focus on my clit. My back began to arch, pushing my tits upward in the air.
“Oh, fuck...” I groaned, as the waves of pleasure continued to bombard my senses.
Tommy quickened his pace, pummeling the firm little nub at the top of my pussy with intense effort. The increase in speed put me over the top and I felt a final wave of pleasure course through me.
“I’m fucking coming,” I said, between gritted teeth.
My thighs squeezed together firmly and a gush of my natural lubrication poured out of my pussy, all over Tommy’s lower lip and chin. My entire body trembled and a second later, my back relaxed out of its arch, collapsing onto the couch below.
“Fuck...” I said, as I did my best to catch my breath.
I held my hands up to my face, noticing how they were shaking uncontrollably. Then I took a few deep breaths, finally relaxing my thighs from around Tommy’s head. He pulled away and looked up at me, slowly licking his lips, savoring the flavor of my womanhood as it coated his tongue.
“That was hot,” he said, as his gaze moved up and down my body.
I laid there for a moment, regaining my senses from the intense orgasm. I couldn’t believe it. In less than two days, Tommy had made me climax three times. Justin had never even been able to do it once. I immediately knew that I had made the right decision by staying in California with Tommy.
Tommy stood up from the floor. The bulg
e in the crotch of his jeans had grown in size in just the previous few minutes and I could see the outline of it underneath the denim.
“I want to return the favor,” I said, playfully.
Tommy smiled and then quickly unbuckled his belt. Then he buttoned his jeans and pulled them down, along with his boxers, releasing his cock. It bounced back up as soon as his pants fell below his tip. He dropped his pants to his ankles, but he didn’t have time to step out of them before I sat up on the edge of the couch and gripped his shaft.
Tommy looked down at me and placed his hands on the top of my head. As I held his cock, I looked down its length, still completely amazed at its size. His large, mushroom-shaped crown was just inches from my lips and there was a tiny bit of pre-cum already dribbling out.
After slowly licking my lips, I leaned my head forward, allowing his tip inside of my mouth. Immediately, the taste of his salty pre-cum covered my tongue. With one hand on his shaft, I brought my face forward a little further, his crown sliding all the way to the back of my throat.
Tommy let out a soft moan as he bucked his hips forward. Then he pulled his cock out, a trail of my saliva following it out. I looked up at him and smiled, then gripped his shaft firmly and pulled his dick back into my mouth.
“God yes,” Tommy said, as he leaned his head back.
I looked forward, admiring his tight abdominal muscles.
He’s so gorgeous.
As soon as I realized how much he liked it, I started bobbing my head forward even faster, sliding his shaft as far as I could into my mouth. His cock was so long, though, that there was still plenty of room at the bottom for me to fit my hand around.
“Fuck, Chelsea...” Tommy groaned. “That feels fucking amazing.”
I would have smiled, except my mouth was already stretched wide in order to accommodate his size. It felt so great to pleasure him and I loved the fact that I was doing it just the way he liked it.
With my mouth over his tip, I started jerking off the bottom of his shaft, quickly moving it up and down from his crotch all the way to my mouth. Then I began to lick the under side of his dick, moving my tongue back and forth quickly.
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