“You shouldn’t have just dragged me out like that! I was in the middle of a conversation, Glock!” I scowled at him, while he led the way towards the bike. He stopped abruptly and turned to me.
“Have you had enough, Sage? You’ve heard enough, and you’ve seen enough. Can you just leave us alone, can you leave me alone and go back to San Francisco? I’ll talk to Tracy if you want. I’ll convince her to go with you. Just go!” Glock was barking at me, and I gulped as I looked into his angry eyes.
He was trying so hard to push me away when I was trying so hard to help. I felt like I owed it to my neighborhood, to Long Beach, to him. Why couldn’t he just see that?
“Yes, Glock, I have seen and heard enough. Enough to convince me that I need to help these women. Brooklyn and the others are doing a good job of rehabilitating them, but they deserve justice. The Dragon Knights deserve to be punished for what they’ve done and what they’re still doing. You can’t expect me to just stand by and do nothing about it when it’s happening in my own home town!” I was screaming at him.
Glock stared at me for a few moments and said nothing. Then he swung his leg over his bike and waited for me to sit down behind him so he could take me home.
His muscles were stiff and taut where I held him as he rode. I could sense that Glock thought this was a bad idea, to come and see me again. But I couldn’t stop now, not after I heard the horror stories that Janice and the others had told me.
Chapter 11
Glock
I hadn’t been this mad at her even when she left Long Beach without a word. No matter how badly I thought my heart was breaking then, it was no match to the rage I was feeling towards her now. I couldn’t believe how stubborn she was being. What she was getting herself into was dangerous, and I wanted her to have no part in it. I rode my bike hard and screeched to a halt outside her home. It was dark now, and the neighborhood was quiet.
I could see lights switched on inside the house, so I knew that Tracy was in. I didn’t even want to think about Tracy and how disappointed and upset she would be if she found out what I had gotten her daughter involved in. Tracy had always liked me, she had always thought that I was the perfect guy for Sage, but she wouldn’t anymore.
Sage didn’t get off the bike immediately. As much as I loved her arms around me, I wanted her to just leave, so that I could go back to the Rusty Pelican and convince Axel to ignore her.
If the Dark Knights even so much as got a hint that she was trying to build some sort of legal case against them; who knows what they would do to stop that. Sage’s life was in danger from the moment she walked into the Rusty Pelican. She had to go back to San Francisco now.
“We have nothing more to talk about,” I growled at her, with my head turned sideways to her. She still had her hands tightly placed on my shoulders.
“We do, Glock, I know you’re mad at me,” I heard her say. I got off the bike and parked it, while she remained sitting in the same position, with her legs thrown over on either side. She was looking at me with her eyes soft and her lips parted. This was the first time that she actually seemed sorry. Like she wanted to apologize, and she was acknowledging my feelings.
I looked back at her. I couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. I’d always thought that if I got one chance to just have her…then I’d get over her. But I had her twice already in one day, and I still wanted more. She was addictive. With her pouty lips, her fiery red hair and those piercing eyes. Her top clung to her body tightly, and her breasts were well shaped. I’d seen those breasts now, I’d tasted her nipples, and her come.
I had my hands on my hips, and I was glaring at her.
“Yes, Sage, big surprise, I’m mad at you. Have I made it too obvious for you?” I snapped, and she ran a hand through her silky hair, which was grazing the bottom of her breasts delicately. She flipped a bit of it over her shoulder, and her smooth, tender neck was revealed. I wanted to sink my teeth into her neck, I wanted to taste her skin.
“Glock, I know you’re concerned for me, but I’m a big girl,” she said, in a calm voice and I pressed my eyes closed and shook my head.
“Sage, please just go back to San Francisco. You’ve been away from this place for too long, you have no idea what you’re getting yourself involved in,” I growled, and when I opened my eyes, Sage’s eyes were glistening. I wondered if she was about to cry. I had never seen her crying, I couldn’t even picture her crying.
“I’m sorry, Glock, for all the shit I’ve given you over the years for wanting to join The Bad Disciples,” she said instead, and my words were stuck in my throat, I had no idea what to say to that. I just hadn’t seen it coming. I gulped in response.
“You guys do good work. Granted, you do it in a way that is violent and that I don’t understand yet…but you’re responsible for saving all those women. They could be dead by now, they could be lost in a sea of abused women with no escape. They have hope and a chance at a future because of you,” Sage’s voice was shaky, and her eyes were still glistening as she spoke.
I hadn’t stopped to think about it this way. All I knew was that we were following a code of conduct, that we were rescuing women because an injustice had been done against them. Until I heard Sage speak, I hadn’t thought about how we might have affected their future lives.
“Glock, please accept my apology. I shouldn’t have judged you or your friends before I got the whole picture,” she said, and I nodded my head and looked away from her.
“I always thought that you left for San Francisco without telling me or inviting me to go with you; because you didn’t think I could make anything of myself,” I said to her. My voice was gruff, and I was standing in front of her. Sage shook her head, and I could see that the tip of her nose had turned red.
“I never thought that, Glock. I knew you would be good at whatever you wanted to do…and this is what you want to do, and you’re good at it, and I’m sorry that I never saw things from your perspective,” she said, and I stepped towards her.
Sage was irresistible. That same desperate urge, ten years ago, which had made me cross the street and offer to carry her groceries; had overtaken me again. I had managed to forget everything, and all my rage and fear for her safety was draining away.
“And I am happy for everything you’ve achieved, Sage. Nobody could be happier for you, than I am,” I said, and she smiled weakly and nodded her head.
“I know,” she said.
“I’m sorry I left like that,” she added.
“You said that already,” I replied.
“Well, I’m sorry you’re mad at me now but Glock, I have to do this. I promise I’ll go after I’m satisfied,” she said, and I stepped even closer to her. Sage was like a magnet, and I couldn’t force my body away from her. I didn’t fucking want to talk about those women or about the Dragon Knights now, all I could think about was how desperately my cock wanted to be inside her.
I’d spent too much time fantasizing about being inside her, and this could be my last shot. If I could convince her to leave town after this, then I would never have the chance to be with her again. And fucking any other woman would never feel this good.
“We’ll see about that,” I said in a groan, and Sage’s eyelids fluttered. She was craning her neck to look up at me the closer I drew to her. We both knew what was about to happen, and we were both ready for it.
I lunged at her, grabbing her by her waist and covering her lips with mine. I thrust my tongue into her mouth because I was desperate to taste her. She kissed me back fiercely and leaned back on the bike seat as I stretched her body over it.
I was leaning over her, kissing her lips, her chin and then trailing my tongue down her neck. We were out in the open. Tracy could peek out of the curtains and see us, someone could pass us by in their car or on their bike and see us, but I didn’t care. I had to have her now.
My hands ran over her breasts, and her flat belly, until I was caressing her pussy through her tight jeans. Our tongues
crashed together in her mouth again, as I explored her. She was clutching my jacket, pulling me closer to herself, trying to get it off me. I could feel the throbbing in my pants. My cock was rock hard already. I wanted to be inside her, feel her sweet tight pussy squeeze me in.
When I pulled my mouth away from her, Sage moaned. Her eyes were glimmering and a faint smile was grazing her lips.
“I want more, Glock,” she said huskily, and I couldn’t help but kiss her again. I cupped her breasts, flicking her pebbled sensitive nipples through her top. She gasped and moaned into my mouth as I kissed her hard.
“No, not here,” I growled, pulling my mouth away from her. We had already taken it too far. I didn’t want her mother catching us like this.
I jumped on my bike and started it, while she straightened up. She had barely had a chance to wrap her arms around my waist before I was riding away. I could feel her pressing herself against my back. Her breasts were squeezed up against me, and my cock was still hard in my pants. I had no idea how I was managing to ride my bike like this!
I rode us over to an alley behind her mother’s house. It was dark and deserted, with nothing but a distant streetlight to guide us. I jumped off the bike and started kissing her again.
Sage wrapped her arms around my neck, and her legs around my waist as she kissed me back. I was holding her in position on the bike. It was amazing just kissing her. Even if we did nothing more, I’d have been happy. But my cock definitely wanted more. I could feel it tenting in my jeans.
My hands traveled up to her breasts again, and this time I squeezed them. Big bouncing juicy breasts that were too big for my hands now. I flicked her nipples, and she pulled her mouth away from mine and winced.
We stared at each other. Sage hadn’t said a word, but I knew what she wanted. She wanted more than before. I clenched my jaws and gulped. If I thrust my cock into her pussy, I knew I’d be going to the point of no return. All this time, I had managed to stand up to her because I hadn’t fucked her yet.
I reached for the buttons on her jeans, and she reached for mine. We were undressing each other together.
I peeled her tight jeans off and threw them. It fell on the handles of my bike. Sage undid my belt and pulled my cock out of my pants. I breathed in deeply when her fingers touched me. I was throbbing in her hands, ready to come inside her.
She was wearing the same panties as the afternoon, pink lace, and I stretched them with my fingers. Sage giggled when we heard it rip and it fell away in my hands. We were both naked from the waist down, and she wrapped her arms around my neck again.
My hand traveled down to the spot between her legs. She felt tight, small and moist in my fingers. Her folds were soft, and I pushed them aside with my fingers. Sage moaned, and her eyes rolled back in her head. She was sitting on my seat, naked, and I knew that my bike would always smell of her now. I would always be reminded me of Sage’s pussy from this night.
She was wet and ready for me already. I ran my fingers up and down her slit, sliding in just an inch of my middle finger into her. So, fucking tight! She moaned and licked her lips. My cock in her hands was being stroked. If she continued like this, I was going to come right in her hands again, and I didn’t want that. I wanted to come inside her this time.
I stepped away from her, just an inch so that my cock slipped out from her hands. I didn’t stop thrusting my finger into her tight pussy though, and I enjoyed seeing the effect it had on her. She was biting down on her lip hard, her cheeks were flushed, and she’d started rotating her hips with desire.
I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up. When her feet had touched the ground, I flipped her around. Sage gasped as I leaned her over the bike. Her bare voluptuous ass was directed right at me. I slapped the left cheek hard. She moved her body and moaned and then thrust her ass towards me again. I slapped the right, and she moaned again. She liked it. I slapped the left cheek harder, and I knew it had to have hurt!
Sage was leaning over my bike, her ass in the air, her arms clinging to the body of my vehicle.
She turned her head to the side, and I could see her parted lips now, the glaze that had come over her eyes. I grabbed my cock in my hands and stroked it. I knew she was wet and ready for me.
With one hand, I held onto my erect throbbing cock and with the other, I parted her ass cheeks. Her pussy was inviting me in, her moist warm folds were begging me to enter her. I had no other choice. I was a goner already.
I thrust my cock into her, more strongly than I’d intended to. I’d always imagined the first time with Sage to be slow, but I couldn’t hold back. I felt my cock slip into her, inch by inch and her moans became louder. She was calling out my name.
I grabbed her hips, keeping her in position as I started sliding my cock in and out of her. I could feel her body shuddering with every shove. I grunted as I felt myself sinking into her.
She was tight and warm and soft, just like I had imagined it, but no amount of imagination could have prepared me for how good she really felt. She moved her hips and bounced her ass off my abdomen to keep the rhythm going. Sage was matching my pace and I couldn’t stop.
Her pussy was too tight, my cock had pumped into her in multiple quick bursts, but she still hadn’t loosened up. I wanted to ask her if I was hurting her, but she didn’t seem like she was in pain. She moaned and groaned and moved her hips, while my cock sank deeper and deeper into her.
I was riding her like a wild beast, plowing my cock into her while she remained draped against my bike. I reached for her breasts and squeezed as I thrust into her and she moaned and gasped.
I could see the end; my body was jerking, and I knew I was going to shoot into her. I tried to hold back, slamming my cock into her with more force each time. I squeezed her breasts and slapped her ass again, and with every minute that passed, it became harder and harder for me to control myself.
“Glock! I’m coming!” I heard her scream, and that was all I needed to hear. My cock slid into her, and I gyrated, reaching deep inside her while she moved. Sage was moaning loudly, clutching the leather of my bike’s seat tightly with her hands while she came. I could feel her juices spilling out, and I kept thrusting.
Then I exploded too. My seed shot into her and Sage was laughing as she came. I drained into her, and she moved her hips. I was growling with rage and frustration. I couldn’t believe I’d actually just fucked her. That I’d come inside Sage. It was all over now, she would have complete control over me.
My cock was still erect when my orgasm began to subside, and I pulled myself out of her. Sage collapsed on my bike, and I could see the front strands of her hair sticking to her forehead. She was sweating. I was sweating too!
I stroked my cock, to stop the throbbing and she finally turned to me. I could see her pussy, her swollen clit in the dim light. She was standing with her back leaning over the back, she was thrusting her breasts up, and there was a wide smile on her face.
“How long have we waited to do this?” she asked and ran a hand through her damp hair and she shook it out.
“I don’t know about you, I’ve waited at least fifteen years to do this. Since I hit puberty,” I said and picked my jeans off the ground. Sage laughed again. Her eyes were shining bright, and she looked happy and content. I was glad she had come with me.
I did up my belt, and Sage hadn’t even bothered to pick up her jeans yet. She was panting and trying to catch her breath as she remained leaning against the bike. She was looking up at the stars now, and her thick red hair fell like a curtain behind her.
I picked her jeans off the handles of the bike and extended it to her.
“You should probably put your clothes back on,” I said, and she tipped her head towards her ruined panties on the ground and bit down on her lip.
I wasn’t sure yet how I felt about what happened. If I was horny, I could have fucked any other girl. Why did I have to fuck Sage? How was I supposed to get over her now? I was exhausted of dreaming about her, of fan
tasizing about her when she wasn’t here. I didn’t want to spend another ten years trying to get over her with no success.
She took her jeans from me and started pulling them up her legs. She didn’t seem to be troubled like I was. It looked like I was the only one concerned by all these thoughts that I was having. She seemed happy and carefree.
“I’m going to take you back to your mom’s now,” I said, and the smile dropped from her face suddenly. Like that was not what she was expecting to hear. What did she think was going to happen? That we were going to spend the night together? That would be as good as digging my own grave.
As much as my heart protested against it, I wanted to spend as little time with Sage as was possible.
Chapter 12
Sage
Mom was already in bed by the time Glock dropped me back to the house. It was like every time we had sex or kissed, he seemed to push himself even farther from me.
The whole ride back to the house, Glock hadn’t said a word to me. When I got off the bike and waited for him to say something, he smiled at me weakly and looked up at the house. That smile was empty, it was too polite and formal. It was like he fucked me because he couldn’t control himself, but after he was done, he had changed his mind again. I could easily see his walls thrown up again, and I couldn’t help but feel sad.
I wanted to spend the rest of the night with him. I wished that he had taken me back to his place so that we could have at least one real night together.
Instead, I had to turn from him and walk back to my house.
It had finally happened. We did it. These ten years of sexual tension had ended, and Glock and I had finally had sex. I could still feel a rush in my belly from my orgasm. Nothing had felt like that before. My orgasm with him inside me, while he was coming too, was better than just feeling good. It was something else, it was what was always meant to happen but never had.
As I walked up the steps to my old bedroom, I could still feel the sting of his slap on my ass, his cock plowing into me. I tried to stifle the smile on my lips, but I couldn’t. Sleeping with Glock wasn’t just a fantasy anymore. I’d been with him three times over the course of one day. We’d just not been able to keep our hands off each other.
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