The way he rode was natural and fluid, to the chagrin of Gloria-- he wasn’t one to slow or stop. Instead, Vinny was fearless. He took curves the same speed as a straightaway; he passed cars without a moment to look backwards. He plowed past stop signs and traffic lights that lined the small town’s almost deserted streets.
The dark of the evening didn’t faze him either. In fact, it seemed to only make him bolder like a werewolf and his moon. To Gloria, the man driving appeared to her wilder than ever: mysterious, guarded, and strangely confident in all that he did. Holding on to him with a death grip, she could feel herself transform with him. Her adrenaline pumped fast and hard into her veins as fear was replaced by exhilaration. Her body wretched orgasmically as her mind screamed out, “More! More! More!” while she glided back and forth with him on the leather saddle of the bike.
They slowed, easing up on the bike as Gloria directed him to her apartment complex. She breathed a sigh of relief when she spotted Jordan’s beat up van in his parking space. At least she wouldn’t be entirely alone with Vinny tonight.
Vinny parked the bike in a far corner, away from the rest of the lot. He helped lift her gingerly off the hot seat, as she hiked her wind battered dress high up her thigh to clear the saddle and handles. Vinny watched Gloria eagerly, as she stepped down. The pair silently walked into the building and up to the third floor. Gloria led the way with Vinny following closely behind her, tracing her steps, and watching for signs.
As they approached her apartment door, she turned towards him. Taking a deep breath, she leaned back onto the oak stained door. His body pressed against hers gently knocking her breath away. She responded first instinctively, but then pulled away. “Listen,” she said, fumbling her words, “I don’t know if I can do this—I mean, I know I can do this—but I don’t know if I can do—aw hell—” She felt completely unsure of herself. Her body ached for him, every inch growing hot and ready in anticipation. Even her fingertips longed to reach up towards his mouth for him to suck. She wanted this. But her mind was just—what? What was the problem?
“Let’s go in, Gloria,” he said insistently. He looked down at her sternly, and for the first time since they’d met, she couldn’t meet his gaze. She felt herself go weak and fearful. “Let me in,” he said again, “‘and let’s see what’s going to happen tonight.”
She pushed the door open, revealing the living room entrance. She threw her purse on the small end table by the entrance and made space for him to enter. He shut the door behind her as he surveyed the land. It was nicely decorated, full of pictures of her singing and dancing as a child. Photos of family members, he assumed, lined the hallway’s walls.
“Quite a collection. You been singin’ for a while, I see.” He spotted one in which she was leaned over a black grand piano. Her young face was transfixed with concentration as her fingers and hands pressed firmly into the keys. A microphone was next to her mouth as her lips parted to let out a silent sound.
“Yeah. Since birth, really. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. Thought I’d go to Nashville one day, become a singer or something. Big dreams, really. Big, dumb dreams.” Gloria had no idea why she was talking so much or revealing this to him. All she had to do was sleep with him, get some confirmation about who he was and what he was doing at the bar that night, and then cut him loose. Revealing personal details wasn’t part of the plan at all.
“And here you are, singing in a dinky tavern.” Vinny laughed, but then caught himself when Gloria didn’t respond. Whatever he had said obviously wounded her. He was never great at playing nice, especially with women. “—eh, sorry,” he mumbled.
His insult and slow apology brought Gloria back around. She steadied herself once again, resolving her actions, “Yeah, it’s okay. Do you mind waitin’ up here? I gotta let my roommate Jordan know I’m back so he doesn’t think you’re some axe murderer or whatever.”
She didn’t wait for a response. Instead, she raced down the basement steps and knocked on Jordan’s bedroom door. She could hear him practicing on his acoustic guitar, his sweet voice humming over the sounds of the strings. He stopped what he was doing to answer.
Gloria talked fast, not wanting to waste a minute. “Listen Jordan. I got a man upstairs—”
Jordan snorted, “Why you telling me?”
“Shut it, kid! The man is with the Horsemen—you know, the motorcycle gang? I caught him with Junior, Calvin’s boy. He was planning something with Junior. I think it was a double-cross with Junior gettin’ intel on the Devils for the Horsemen. Anyway, I brought him home to get some confirmation. Once I know who he is and what he’s doing, I’ve got more than I need to reel him in.”
“Are you stupid?! That guy’s gonna kill you! I thought we don’t mess with motorcycle clubs for this very reason!”
“I know, I know. But think about it, Jordan! This could be our ticket outta here! This kind of money and info could mean getting out of this town for good. I just need you to listen in and make sure I stay safe. Call the cops if need be.”
“Are you sure?” Jordan watched as Gloria nodded quickly, “Okay. Then go snag yourself a motorcycle club member. I’ll play lookout. Just don’t do anything stupid. Got it?”
Gloria winked at him and headed back upstairs to where Vinny was waiting, draped over her couch. “Sorry about that.” She apologized as she walked up the steps to her bedroom on the second floor. He followed silently until the two reached the entrance to her space.
He hovered at her doorstep as she cleared the large, king-sized bed of all of her clothes and gear. She tossed it all on the one open desk chair. Closing the door behind him, he entered slowly, hands in pockets, as he took a seat on the foot of the bed. With nowhere else to sit, she took her place next to him. For the first time, she was able to take him all in. In the soft lighting of her bedroom lamp, his body almost radiated life. He smelled so familiar, of the woods and fresh earth after rain.
She broke the silence first, “Thanks for the ride. I haven’t been in ages.”
“I could tell. So why would a girl who disliked ridin’ so much be working at a motorcycle bar in the middle of nowhere?” He was being playful, flirty almost.
She shrugged. “Dunno. One day, I walked into the tavern, asked for a job singin’, an’ I guess I never left.”
“Thought you weren’t the settlin’ type.” She flushed and looked away, and he caught her. “Haw! So the fearless chick isn’t as bad as she says!” His hand reached toward her face to brush over her pink cheeks. “I like it.”
“If I weren’t fearless, I wouldn’t be here with you,” her breath arched at his touch.
“Maybe you like being afraid. Everyone does in a way.” His guard crashed to the ground as he looked into her pale green eyes.
“Then what are you afraid of?”
Vinny paused as he thought about what the right answer would be. He struggled, so, instead, he picked the truth, “Being tamed.”
“Lucky for you, I like ‘em wild.” With one giant motion, she lifted her slim body onto his wide lap. His arm grasped her in place. She steadied herself and looked directly into his face—a face that had obviously seen so much. She managed to loosen one of her arms and used her soft fingertips to slowly trace the curve of his jaw and on to his chest where she began to unbutton his flannel shirt slowly, never losing eye contact.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Gloria ran her fingernails down his naked chest, causing him to gasp audibly and jolt forward, taking her head into his strong hands. He pressed the back of her head towards him as his lips peeled hers open to him. Dry but firm, they knew what they wanted and she was all too ready to give him whatever he may ask. Her mouth opened to his as her tongue wandered into his mouth. Their breathing began to match, their bodies rushing together like a wave. She lost control and moaned into his mouth, almost as a plea. Without breaking his grasp around her waist, he fell slowly backwards into the softness of the bed, the outline of their tan bodies stark against the pure w
hite linens.
Breaking from their deep kiss, Gloria hitched her legs to straddle his shirtless waist. She took a moment to soak in the man before her. She watched him breathe in deeply, almost in a pant. She leaned her head down urgently for a taste. Her mouth followed the line of dark brown hair from his stomach to the belt hook of his jeans.
As she traveled the long length of his torso, his nostrils flared and his head tipped back in anticipation. In that moment, she knew she had all the power—and just knowing that made her want to go deeper, farther, and faster. But she steadied herself. Good things come to those who wait. Instead of rushing, she did a complete turnabout from her rough and tumble attitude to place gentle, teasing kisses along his belt line. Her fingers rested gently at the seam of his pants, teasing him.
Only when he let out a long, soft moan that rattled his stomach and lungs did she forced the tips of her nails into the skin of his hips, leaving deep red marks against his skin. Vinny was shocked, totally unprepared. He let out a gasp as he sat up higher to watch her lick the indents of her marking. The wetness of lips circled the hot spots of his body almost magically healing him right there.
Where her hands and thighs rested gave him away. She could feel his cock pulse and throb against the taught material of his jeans. It was a preview of the things to come, and she was enticed. She wanted to know more, feel more. Taking her legs to straddle him further, she propped him up high into a “W” shape. Her body fell into the curves, allowing her to feel every bit of him as she spun her hips slowly against his.
Vinny encircled his arms around her, drawing her closer to his face. Using his other hand, he placed it upon her hip and guided the movement, speeding it up just a bit as he let out another groan of appreciation. His own hips followed hers, moving in opposite directions but at the same speed. The sensation for both was unreal as he could feel her growing hot and wet through her panties. Vinny used her closeness to his chest to push down the straps of her top over the small curve of her breasts revealing just bits of the black lace of her bra.
His face dove into her chest, taking in the smell of her dainty perfume and the hint of the whiskey shots she had taken earlier in the night. Her hot skin steamed at his touch, but he could feel Gloria let out a shiver as he unhooked her bra and released her tits from their cover. His head leaned down to plant soft kisses on her nipples, gently sucking the pink and brown circles. Her tongue twisted as he went further, nipping at the tips.
Each movement left Gloria more and more breathless as she struggled to compose herself. This was a power struggle and he was in control now. All she could do was let him roughly squeeze and grab at her chest while she sat there on his lap, helpless, waiting, and panting like a dog for more. But oddly enough, she wanted this. She wanted him to take her, to put her through whatever he had in mind. She could take it. She was willing.
Suddenly, he stood, taking her with him. Her arms and legs still firmly clasped around his waist and chest, as he tossed her roughly up against the wall. She was pinned tightly with his waist and arms holding her in place. She couldn’t move for fear of falling, but he was skilled and deft at the position as he hooked his fingers in the folds of her silky black dress and yanked it up over her head and thighs. She let out a shocked gasp.
Vinny dropped her to her feet as he lowered quickly tore off her panties. His face followed to where the underwear previously was as he practically forced her legs open with his brutish and rough hands. Resting up against the wall, Gloria relented as he knelt before her. His darkened face was lost in the damp list of her pussy as he quickly began to lick the outside of her pulsing lips. Her hands couldn’t help but slap up against the drywall as she struggled for something, anything to hold onto.
Like an explorer, his hands searched to find her clit as mouth and chin rubbed in soft, slow circles. His fingers continued to play with the lips and to dig into the skin of her thighs and hips. She could feel his hot breath up against her and inside her as his tongue lapped back and forth. The clicking and caressing mingled in one motion as every inch of her became soaking wet with her arousal.
She couldn’t help but let out a long, longing shout. Her body physically shook, every inch of her drawing forward into Vinny’s mouth. “Please!” she moaned loudly, letting everything release as his mouth moved faster, more confident. “Vinny, please!”
Her voice had broken a silence that had not been breached since she reentered the room. It had emboldened him, giving him permission to do the one thing he really wanted. Without a response, he stopped his assault on her pussy and spun her backwards from the wall and back down to the bed. It was disorientating for Gloria, but he did not care. With her backside exposed to him, he used his arm to pull her closer to where his hips angled. Her arms reached out for pillows just fast enough to her the heavy drop of his jeans on the wooden floors. Before she could protest or move for her own comfort, his fingers were back inside of her spreading her apart and preparing her for what came next.
With one forceful blow, she could feel all ten inches of his cock inside her. She could feel him growing as he slowly rocked back and forth inside of her. Vinny’s hand grasped for her blonde hair, using it as reins to pull her up further. The tug caused her to scream, but he did not care. All Vinny could think about was the warm, damp cunt he was claiming as his own. His other hand stroked and teased at her nipples as they bounced with his movement.
“Vinny!” she exclaimed, her voice brimming with unsteadiness. Gloria wasn’t exactly ready for this. She was used to being on top, to taking things at her own pace. Men loved that, so she thought. But Vinny was not going to let her have an inch. All she could do was call his name as he sped up in her, plowing away at every bit of her insides.
As she continued to beg, to plead, his breath grew even shallower. He sped up fearlessly, each movement deeper and harder, rising and falling. His fingers moved from her breasts and down to her pussy as he pulled her hair to lead her to almost stand with him. His fingers slapped at her folds as he moved faster and faster.
Gloria’s body began to pulsate uncontrollably as her moans grew from deeper inside, her breath hollow. Her head arched back towards his chest as she let out one last grunt and threw herself forward onto the bed. “Oh GOD!” she cried out.
Vinny was in his own little world. Her orgasm didn’t matter to him. It was not a stopping point. He wanted what was his, what he deserved. He pressed forward as he gave harder, more heavy thrusts.
She wanted to tell him to stop, to break free, but even Gloria wanted to see what it was like to have a man like him, so strong, so in control, cum inside her. When she felt him pause, she allowed the weight of his body to collapse down on to her, both still connected as they tumbled blindly down on to the bed. She continued to feel the vibrations of his cock as he exploded slowly inside of her, his breath exhaling heavily with each release.
She moved first, wiggling out from under his weight as he fell in a thud to her side. After a long moment of just breathing, Gloria broke the calm and easy silence first, “God, I needed that.”
He laughed, heartily, as he too struggled to catch his breath. “Yeah, me too.” He agreed quickly with her as he smiled down at her, brushing the hair from her eyes and neck.
“Really?” Her voice became sly and confident. “A guy like you? I’m sure you got MC sluts fallin’ all over you.”
He nodded curiously at her. He couldn’t deny that being a member of a motorcycle club didn’t have its perks. He spoke quickly, looking for a good comeback, “When you’re a Horseman, you get what you want.”
A bang went off in Gloria’s mind. He admitted it. He was a Horseman, which meant Junior was, too. She sat up without a word and walked to where his jeans lay.
Vinny watched from the bed as she quickly snatched the wallet out of the back pocket and fingered through its contents. An alarm went off as he sat up straight. “What are you doing, Gloria?”
She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she took
out a white and black card from the inside of the leather wallet and fingered it in her hand. After a second, she turned back to him and asked, “So why in the world would a bunch of Horsemen want an introduction to some Devils club members, especially when one of those Horsemen was previously a Devils’ drug runner?”
He studied her silently. She knew too much and, for that, he should break her neck. But something stopped him. He wasn’t one to hit a woman.
Instead, she continued to take the reins, “Here’s what’s gonna happen, Vinny. Every other Saturday, you’re going to come by the Tavern and drop off an envelope. A thousand dollars, cash. If you’re a good boy, I won’t rat you out to my Devils friends and I’ll keep your pal Cal—Junior—alive to see another week. That is if he manages to survive whatever dumbass plan you cooked up for him tonight.”
“Are you fucking blackmailing me?” He was astounded. Here was a gorgeous, naked woman standing before him, one that he just screwed hard and fast. And now she was turning around to blackmail him? He tried to put it altogether but was coming up short.
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