Claiming Slice

by Eden Rose

  “Stop! Oh, God. Stop!”

  I unlatch my mouth from her pussy and then slide her off my mouth enough for me to talk to her. “Jump on my cock and ride me.”

  Carefully, she spins on my face and then crawls down my body with her ass facing me. I put both of my hands behind my head and get comfortable while I wait for her to do as I said. Her ass is perfectly heart shaped and is red from her arousal. I smile to myself that I got her this turned on.

  Jen grips my dick’s shaft and holds it straight up before lowering down on it. The second she has me rooted in her pussy, she has her hands on my thighs this time to control her humps. “Fuck me, baby. Take my dick in your tiny pussy and make me come,” I encourage her.

  She flips her head to look at me and her hair flows with fluidity to look back at me. Each time she drops down on me and has me balls deep in her pussy, is another second that I have become more addicted to her.

  My balls tighten and I think of anything but coming all over her again and I take both of my hands and slap her ass cheeks. “Fuck me. Just like that, baby. You do it so good,” I croon to her.

  And then I’m flying off the ledge into something completely new. Jen’s placed her finger right between my balls and ass and has pressed. Not only has she made it almost impossible for me to prevent coming, but now I’m coming.

  My body shakes gently from coming so hard and I’m breathing even harder. Jen doesn’t stop humping me and I slap her on both ass cheeks to get her to climb off of me.

  “Damn, Jen. You are fucking awesome.”

  “I know,” she says cockily and climbs off of me. “Now get dressed because I need a ride home and Chantal is too drunk.”

  I shake my head back and forth and she turns to look at me. I can see the combination of our arousal as it flows down her legs and she looks confused for a second. “I need a ride home.”

  “I’m not taking you anywhere. You’re going to clean up and then you’re going to climb in my bed with me.”

  She shakes her head and then her lips curl into a fake smile. “Noah, please. I need to go home. You don’t understand.”

  I have a feeling of dread that flows over me as she said that. “What? Jen, what’s going on?” I ask her and sit up in bed. My dick is still half hard and it’s sticking straight out. I fight the urge to say something about it as her eyes hit it.

  “Look, I need to go home. Please.”

  “I don’t get it, Jen. Fine. Let me get dressed and I will take you home.”

  I pull my jeans back on and she gathers her clothes and walks into my bathroom. We are both dressed in the same amount of time and we are walking out of my room without saying a word to each other. There’s nothing else for me to say because this woman has made it obvious that I’m good enough to fuck but nothing more.

  The clubhouse is still in full swing and the guys are chanting and cheering as we walk through the main room to get towards the garage. I bypass my bike and walk towards the cage. Having her on the back of my bike is only going to confuse me even more and make me want her more than I do right now. I can’t do that to myself.

  This is more than enough.

  I reach into my pocket and grab my keys and unlock my car. It’s a Shelby GTO that I fixed up myself at my shop that I own. There are flames going up the sides and it’s a cherry red under it. The seats are leather and the inside of the car is in mint condition.

  “This is your car?” She asks me with admiration.

  “Yeah. Get in,” I open her door and she slides into the car. After I close her door, I walk to my side of the car and get in. Right after I start the car and back out of the garage, she starts talking to me.

  “Noah, I’m sorry. I’m really not a bitch all of the time. I’m just not that girl.”

  “Yeah, I get it. Where do you live?” I ask her as nicely as I can. Truth is, I’m pissed off and I can’t believe that she’s being so cold to me. There has to be something more going on. I know that she felt something for me too.

  She points to the roads where she lives and it only takes us a few minutes to get to her place. I park my car in front of her place and she climbs out of my car. We don’t say anything as she closes the door and walks towards her door to her place.

  I wait for her to get into her house and turn on the lights before I speed away. The farther I am from her, the better. I can’t be this close to her because I’m going to go back to her door and beg her to tell me why she feels like she’s not that girl.

  JEN

  I needed to make sure that I got home before the weekly call from my father to tell me how he is doing. This is what he likes to do to me to show me that he still has control over my life. He also likes to inform me how everyone in the family is and how I’m a disappointment.

  Sure enough, the minute I get into my place, my phone is ringing and I answer it right away. “Hello?”

  “Jennifer, I thought we discussed how bad it was for business for you to be fucking these random guys,” my father says.

  “Do you understand how fucked up it is that you are talking to your daughter about her sex life?” I ask him and lock my front door.

  I reach under the kitchen table for my gun and hold it in my hands as I walk towards my bedroom. I never know what kind of fucked up shit my father is going to do or have his friends do and I need to be prepared. I need to be ready for anything.

  “It’s fucked up that my married daughter is fucking around on her husband.”

  Boom! There it is.

  With the gun in my hand, I hold it tighter to myself as if it’s going to help center me. “Dad.”

  He growls into the line. “No, you listen to me. It’s time for you to stop doing whatever it is that you are doing and come back to your reality.”

  “My reality? You mean the reality that my dad is a hitman?”

  My father growls harder into the line and then he says the one thing that will get me to fall into line every time. “Your mother has been asking for you. Do you want me to tell her that her selfish daughter would rather fuck biker trash than be with her?”

  “Dad! That’s not fair.”

  “No, what’s not fair is that my only daughter is slumming it and doesn’t give a shit about anything or anyone but herself. Her husband is waiting for her to come home and she’s too busy being a skank.”

  I hang up on him before I said something that would fuck everything up.

  My father is not the type of man that likes it when people question him or tell him how they feel about something. After being away from home the past couple of years, I realized that I’m not meant to be the stay at home little woman that just waits for her husband to come home.

  If he is going to come home.

  When I was about fifteen years old, I began noticing that things were different in my household than at my classmates’ houses. For one, they didn’t have an armory inside their basement. Also, they didn’t have alarms and codes on every single door in the house. My sleep overs as a kid were limited and my friends never came back again. It took me a while to understand that it wasn’t my fault and it was my dad’s.

  “Mom. Kim said that she doesn’t want to come over anymore because her parents said that Daddy is a bad guy. Can you believe it?” I asked my mother while I shuffled the food around my plate.

  My father hadn’t been home all week and I never asked where he went when he left because he always came back. The thing about him leaving that always made me cautious was the fact that my mom seemed nervous. Every once in a while, my dad just took off and didn’t say a word about it or even when he came home. Not one word.

  My mom leans over the big kitchen table that is big enough to seat twelve people and pats my hand. “Jenny, there’s nothing wrong with you or your dad. People are just stupid and ignorant. Don’t worry about them because they don’t know shit. If people talk badly about your daddy, tell them to go to hell.”

  I smiled at her and stuffed a bite of salmon in my mouth. Fish isn’t
my favorite food, but my mother loved it and I knew that she worked hard on it.

  The next day, I walked into school with my driver tailing behind me. Sal has been my driver for as long as I can remember and he’s constantly there for me. I like him enough to know that he respects me but I don’t like how he’s sizing up the group of popular kids like he’s going to rough them up.

  “Hey, mob daughter!” One of them chants to me. His name is Jimmy and he’s the most popular guy in school. He has spiky hair and deep blue eyes that make him look older and younger all at the same time. I don’t know about you, but he’s cute. Plus, he plays basketball and football so he’s super muscular.

  I smile at Jimmy and keep walking into school. Everyone liked to tease me and tell me that my dad is in the mob or something but I kept telling them that it’s not true. My father is just a busy guy with shit to do just like any other salesman.

  “Jenny! I’m talking to you,” Jimmy states from behind me.

  Sal steps between us with intimidating body and places his hand on his hip in between his jacket. I’ve seen him do this before to other people but I’ve never actually got to see what this means. “What is your name, kid?” Sal asks him in a hushed tone.

  Everyone that is surrounding us on the courtyard has quieted down so they could hear what was happening. My face turns red from embarrassment and all I want to do is run inside to get away from all of this. Everyone in this school already thinks I’m weird and especially after the last slumber party that I had, now I’m a social leper.

  “Jimmy, man. Who the fuck are you? Why do you walk this nobody into school like she’s important? Are you her daddy or something?” Jimmy answers him with a cocky tone of voice. I can tell that he’s getting nervous because he keeps looking to the side where his friends are standing. None of them have stepped up to help him.

  Sal smiles but it’s not the nice ones that he usually gives me. This smile doesn’t show teeth but it does make his eyes squint. “If you knew what was good for you, you wouldn’t be bothering Jen. Now, go run along.” My bodyguard waves his hand in the air towards the school and then he turns to look at me. He hands me my backpack and lays his hand on my shoulders. “Don’t worry about a thing, sweetie. See you after school.”

  Before I could ask what the hell just happened, Sal is strolling back to the car and I’m faced with all of the confused stares of the kids that I go to school with. Not one of these kids has ever stepped up to Jimmy who has constantly made fun of me or has said something about my dad being in the mob. All of them egg him on and the fact that I have a bodyguard doesn’t make it any better.

  I walk into school with my head down and past everyone that is staring at me but I need to get to class. My father’s rule was that I wouldn’t be one of those stupid kids that never graduated from school and would have an education to fall back on if I needed one. I agreed with him up until this point where every one of these people hated me.

  My homeroom class isn’t too far from my locker and I go to my locker first. After stuffing all of my books and jacket in there, I walk to the classroom through hoards of the popular crowds and right into the room. None of the popular girls even gave me a chance and all of them looked at me as if I was a disgrace or something. It’s hard to explain the feeling of not being accepted to someone that doesn’t understand or know how it feels.

  “You know, your bodyguard isn’t always going to be there for you, mob daughter. One of these days you are going to have to fight your own battles, you little bitch,” Ashley sneers at me while I walked past her.

  I don’t say anything to her. I never say anything to them and I continue walking past them. Last month, Ashely and her two friends, Grace and Katie, all come over for a sleepover but they left early in the morning. None of them told me before they left why they were leaving early but I have a feeling they went searching through my house.

  My father has a big room full of guns and ammo that he has trained me on from the beginning. I know how to dissemble a gun in seconds and put it back together in just a matter of seconds. The problem? People in this tiny city hear about guns and think that the mob is going to move in.

  “Jen!” Lauren calls from the back of the room. She’s my only friend that I have at this school right now and I’m going to stick to her as much as I can. It’s lonely being an outsider and Lauren and I are definitely outsiders. She moved to this small town last year and we immediately bonded. Hell, she’s been my friend even though people have told her that my father is in the mob or something. It’s nice to know that she still likes me.

  The one thing that’s strange about our friendship? She has never been to my house because she always wants to go to hers. I don’t know if that’s the case or if she’s afraid of my house or something. I’m not going to ask.

  I smile at her red curly haired head and check out her makeup. I love doing makeup and styling hair and she lets me do whatever I want within reason. It’s pretty nice. “Hey, Lauren. How’s it going today?” I ask her and sit in the desk next to hers.

  Ashely and her friends are scowling at us and they are talking loudly about me too. It’s so annoying and I can’t wait for school to be over so I don’t have to deal with this stupid shit anymore.

  “Did you hear that Jimmy got jumped outside?”

  My head spins and I jerk my head back. “What did you just say?” I ask her. Clearly I heard her wrong. Who would want to jump Jimmy?

  She nods her head frantically and then looks over at the girls that are whispering. “They say it was your bodyguard.”

  “No. It couldn’t have been. Sal left right before school started.”

  Lauren shrugs her shoulders and then looks forward at the teacher that just walked in. There was no way that Sal would have done something like that. He’s a teddy bear.

  That night when I get home, Sal is sitting in the living room with my father and they are drinking out of the scotch glasses. These are specific glasses to this specific brand of scotch, apparently. I don’t really care, I’m just happy that my dad is home.

  “Jenny, come in here and sit down. We need to have a chat.”

  I don’t like where this is going, and I try to think of something that I need to do more than have this chat. “Uh, I have a lot of homework,” I reply lamely with no force behind it.

  My father is over six feet tall and he’s a well built man. Many people would even say he was cute but he’s my dad. I don’t see him that way. “Get in here.”

  I walk into the living room and sit in the chair from across him. “What’s going on? Is something wrong?” I ask him nervously.

  “Yes, there is something wrong. Why didn’t you tell me about this boy making fun of you?”

  “I didn’t think it mattered,” I tell him.

  Sal’s sitting in his chair as if he has nothing to add. I want to ask him if he did beat up Jimmy but I don’t know how. My dad and bodyguard are essentially joined at the hip but there is not much of a friendship between the two of them. If anything, it’s a boss- employee relationship.

  “What has this Jimmy McSimmons been saying to you?” My dad asks patiently but it’s all a rouse. There’s no patience in this man.

  I lean back in my chair and bring my legs up to hug them and to hide a little from the prying eyes. “Just that you’re in the mob and that I’m some type of mob princess or something. It’s silly and stupid, Daddy. It’s nothing to worry about.”

  Sal purses his lips and takes a drink out of his glass. “Those types of accusations are not stupid, Jenny,” he says to me. “Those types of accusations could implicate a lot of people and get them in trouble.”

  “I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” I admit and feel my head get heavy.

  Dad leans over and pats my knee to help soothe me but it doesn’t do anything of the sort. If anything, it makes me more confused. “It’s true… I live a very colorful life and it has touched you in ways that I didn’t realize. I’m going out for a
little while. I’ll be back later.”

  My eyes bulge and I stare at my father trying to understand what just happened. “What are you talking about?”

  “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be home later.”

  Sal stays seated, like I knew he would. He never leaves my side when my dad leaves. With a nod of his head, he tells me to leave and I all but run out of the living room into the safety of my own bedroom.

  *

  It’s about four in the morning and I hear someone stumble into the house and fall against the vase in the hallway. My mother is going to be pissed about that vase because her own father gave it to her as a wedding present.

  “Jenny!” My dad yells from the living room with a slur to my name. I guess this means that he’s home and he sounds drunk.

  I stumble out of bed and then walk towards the door to the hallway. My room is a huge room with a bathroom connected to it. After we moved here from Ohio, my parents started getting more expensive things and started living more like the rappers on MTV.

  “What?” I call from the top of the stairs. Since I just woke up, my eyes are not adjusted to the light and all of the lights are on downstairs. The light is stabbing me in the eyes and I wince.

  I squeeze them shut in order to ease the assault, and when I open them, I see my father at the bottom of the stairs. “Get down here.”

  “Fine,” I mumble and walk down the stairs with heavy feet. I’m wishing I could have stayed in bed and being up this late is not something that I want.

  The minute my feet touch the bottom stair, I hear voices and people talking but they are pissed about something. I take a few steps into the living room and see that Jimmy and someone else are sitting on the couch and my back straightens out really quick. “What the hell is he doing here?” I growl at my father.

  I rub the back of my neck and look around my apartment again. If Jimmy and my dad are watching me, I’m going to make sure that I give them a show of their life. Making quick work of my clothes, I strip out of them and leave them on the floor in the kitchen. I then go into my living room and throw open my curtains so everyone can see inside. Because I’m a little shit stirrer, I then start to do my pole dancing exercises in front of the window.