The Ride

by Jaci J

  Three hours later we're lying on my bed. Well she's lying on her stomach. I'm leaning against the head board. Her feet in my face, little tattoo on her foot and pick toenails. Any other bitch put her foot by my face she's getting kicked the fuck out. Lil does it and it makes me fucking smile. What the hell is happening to me? She lets me watch Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man. It's a classic, but it's hard to concentrate when her ass is right there. Perfect ass right in my damn face. In my bed with me. She should be naked and I should be buried deep in her, but no we're watching movies. Girl didn't complain once about the movie, but she did make fun of it. I've got to admit she is pretty funny. Rolling over on her back she groans, “that was a terrible movie.” First complaint I've heard from her all night. Her scrunched up nose and disgusted lip curl makes me laugh. Even disgusted she's cute. “Yeah? You didn't like it? Well babe what do you wanna watch?” I inquire. Shaking her head she snatches the remote from me. “My turn,” she sings happily. Flipping back over she goes about looking for a movie. Ass right back in my face. And just like that I'm stuck watching The Devils Rejects with her. Never in my life did I think I'd be here. Sitting with a woman watching a movie, laughing, and talking. My time with women is spent one of four ways, fucking her, getting my dick sucked, cooking for me, or cleaning up after me. This whole spending time together is new to me. It's kind of fucking nice. She's here with me. I have her all to myself in my bed.

  “Tank?” Her voice laced with curiosity drags my attention to her. Not sure where this is going, but it's not a good sign. That tone is never good coming from a woman. “Hmm?” I'm watching her watch the TV. I've been watching her; she's much more entertaining than the stupid ass movie. “How old are you?” she asks me. Too old for you, is what pops into my head. Well that's not what I thought she was going to ask. “Old,” I tell her truthfully. She snorts a laugh. “How old are you?” I retort cautiously. I know better than to ask a woman her age, but if it gets the question deflected from me I'll try anything. “How old do you think I am?” Little shit is giving it back to me. I've no idea how old she is. “twenty-one.” I give her my best guess. I'm terrible at this sort of shit. My guess makes her giggle. Those innocent eyes sparkle. “You're good, but no I'm twenty-five.” She says it like it's a bad thing. Thank God she's older than I would have pegged her for. That makes the guilt for wanting to fuck the President’s daughter not quite as bad. “Twenty-five, shit baby that's nothin'.” Rolling her eyes at me she scoffs. “So...?” Damn. Not getting away with it. Might as well tell her. It doesn't matter any ways, but not before a little bartering first. “I'll tell you, but I want your real name first.” Her brow wrinkles in confusion. Looking at me like she thinks I've lost my mind. “You don't know it? Really?” she questions me suspiciously. Well no I don't fucking know it. That's why I'm asking. How in the hell would I know it? She's called a lot of things around the club and by the guys. Lil, sis, baby, sweets, doll face. You name it, but her real name is never one of them. “My name is Lilly.” Feeling like the biggest fucking idiot I should have been able to guess that shit. Lil ain't a nickname about her size; it's about her damn name. Lilly. It fits her. I like it. Getting up she crawls towards me. Eyes intent on me. Sitting right next to me she gives me an expectant stare. “I'm thirty.” I wait for the shock, but nothing. “And...” she presses me for more information. And? What more? “And?” I counter back. What the hell else is there? “Your name,” she says clearing up my confused face. Fuck me, she wants my name. That's easy. “Roman,” I tell her. Watching me for a moment she thoughtfully chews on that lip. Finally she nods her head once. “I like it. Roman huh, would have never pegged ya for a Roman, but it works.” It's my name although it's been a long time since someone’s used it. “So how'd you get coined Tank?” Really? She's really asking me that? Waving my hands up and down myself I give her a look. “Seriously babe, have ya not looked at me?” Laughing she shakes her head. “Yeah it makes sense. You are built like a Tank.”

  “But Roman, hmm,” she repeats smiling at me. My name has never sounded better. “You like being called Tank?” she asks me. Sure, it's been my name since I was about five. “Sure, why the fuck not. You like it sweets?” Nodding she grins. “It does fit you.” She smiles again and settles in next to me. Curling herself up into my side she gets comfortable. Head buried into my side, one leg thrown over my leg she sighs. “Here,” she mumbles handing me the remote back. Looking down at her little curled up body shit just gets to me. How the fuck did we end up here? When did I become this guy? When did I become Gin and Stitch? Ass laid up with a girl. It's like I don't even have to think about it. Shit just happens. There isn't any talking about, no questions. We have just fallen right into it. Is this how it happens to everyone? Maybe that's why motherfuckers say when it happens to you you'll just know it. Fuck. A few minutes later I can feel her even breaths. No movement and no talking. She must be asleep. Having her cuddled up next to me has me settled and calm. It's a nice feeling. I'm not one for sleeping much, so this shit might work out well. “Lil?” Touching her leg, she doesn't move. She fell asleep. Hair draped over my arm I pick up a piece. Dark and soft with lose curls in the ends. Running my fingers through it I marvel at how soft it is. Mindlessly I play with the piece of hair. Wrapping and unwrapping that soft strand around my fingers. Before I know it I'm being jolted awake by loud ringing. Slapping my hand around I feel for my phone. Before I can get to it it rings off. Fucking annoying piece of technology. Looking around I notice Lil's not in the bed any more. Fucking hell. My heart stops, falling straight to my fucking ass. Damn near bolting out of bed tripping through a mass of blankets I barely make it to the door in one piece. Throwing the door open I feel fucking crazy. Something bad happened. “Lil?” I holler out the door. A small light streams in from the kitchen. Snatching my gun from the nightstand I walk to the kitchen. Looking around the corner I find Lil sitting on my counter. Relief floods me. My poor heart teeters somewhere between pissed the fuck off and glad as hell she's okay. Walking right over to her I can't stop myself I'm to God damn relieved she's in one piece. Pushing my way between her thighs I make myself right at home. Grabbing a handful of long hair I pull that sweet face to mine. Kissing her hard on those sweet lips. Fuck it. Fuck playing nice. She doesn't pull back. Doesn't push me away. Lips soft and plump, she leans into me. I need more. Fingers digging into my arm she pulls me to her body. Legs wrap around me. I'm right at home.

  Lil

  I woke up uncomfortably warm. Body wrapped around Tank's left me hot and sweaty. His big body blanketing me. Unwrapping myself I had to get some water and cool air. Padding to the kitchen I open a few cupboards until I find the cups. Using the fridge's water dispenser I fill my glass up and gulp back the entire thing in one swift pull. Refilling the glass I hop my ass up on the counter and savor the cold water and cool counter under my ass. “Lil?” I hear Tank holler. Mouth full of water I can't answer him. Before I can swallow Tanks through the door. Face panicked and angry. Eyes scan me and the kitchen looking for God knows what. Gun in hand he looks ready to throw down. Sweeping his eyes over me again the anger fades to hunger. Without a word he's on me. Sliding the gun onto the counter next me his hands find my hips. Pushing his way between my thighs. Hands slide their way up my body. My skin tingles in their wake. His hands feeling skin, roaming my body. Rough hands set my skin on fire. Fist full of hair. Lips on mine. Rough and hard, his kiss renders me stupid. No fight left in me. I let it go. Big hands wrapped around my upper thigh fingers dig into my skin pushing my thighs open wider to make room for his big body. Liking his hands there I leave them. Extreme needs burns deep in me. His hard body pressed up against mine. “Why the fuck you get outta bed baby,” he growls around my lips. Kissing him back I lick his lips. Biting down he growls at me. “Answer me Lil,” he demands. Bossy asshole. Running my hands up his hard muscular back I feel his smooth skin. My palm passes over a raised section of skin. Another bullet wound? I noticed one on his shoulder the other day and now
one on his back? His body shudders at my touch and I fucking love it. Brushing my fingers through his hair I tug it hard. “I was thirsty.” Pulling back from my lips he smirks. “When I'm done fuckin' you, you gunna need a few gallons.”

  Wrapped around Tanks hips he carries me Neanderthal style to his bedroom. With a swift kick the door hits the wall with a thud. Grabbing around my thighs he pulls my body away from his. Giving my thighs a hard smack he tosses me onto the bed with a swift throw. I land on my back with a little bounce. That smirk trained right at me. Getting up on my knees I face him. “I'm gunna pay you back for that.” Throwing his hands out to the side of himself he gives me that asshole smirk again. “Do your worst baby.” Taking his challenge on I launch myself at him. Catching me, legs back around his hips I tear at his shirt. Up over his head it goes leaving me with tanned tattooed skin. “I fuckin' hate that cocky ass smirk,” I tell him. That smirk deepens. “Baby, yeah?” Trouble all over that face. “Yeah.” One big rough hands glides down my chest over my stomach. My skin tingles from his touch. Rubbing my pussy through my tiny boy short panties he smirks a knowing smirk. My body craving his touch, craving him more. “You're fuckin' lyin' to me. That shit makes you wet.” Didn't say it didn't, just said I hated it. Crushing my lips to his I suck his tongue into my mouth, shutting him up. Tasting him. Those rough hands tangle in my hair angling my head for him. Mouth on my neck, licking his way down my neck to my chest. “Get your ass on the bed.” Tightening my hold on him I'm not going anywhere. Shaking his head he sighs, “pain in the ass babe.” Walking the few steps to his bed with me wrapped around him he doesn't fight me. Laying me back Tank covers me with his hard body. Leaning up and away from me his eyes roam my body. Fingers run up and down my stomach. “Fucking perfect.” A shiver hits my body. Those mean blue eyes soft and adoring. “I wanna see those tits baby.” With a tug my shirts up over my head and flying through the air. “Jesus Christ,” he rasps, eyes all over me. Wrapping my arms around his neck I pull him back down to me. I want skin on skin. Body all over mine. “Let me see you.” Pulling back again he runs his thumb under my breast right over my ribs. “What's it say?” he asks me eying my tattoo. Eyes sparked with heat. Though she be gone, let her be as beautiful in death as she be in life; the life of an angel. Leaning down he runs his lips along my tattoo, kissing my skin.

  Palming and kneading my breasts he sucks a nipple his mouth. Biting lightly he tugs it hard. My body all over the place. My skin burning and tingling. Legs shaky. I can't get enough of him. Hands full of tits he smirks down at me. “Perfect fuckin' fit.” Not sure how that is considering I have a medium D, but Tank does have huge hands. Either way I love those big hands all over me. Mouth all over my skin and body. Kissing, licking, and tasting every square inch of me. Working his way down he kisses down my stomach, my hips, and my thighs. Licking a wet path up both legs, over my hips. My minds lost. I need him. Need his mouth on me, body on me. “Please,” I beg. I can feel that signature smirk on my skin. Fingers under the waist of my panties. Tugging on them, but never taking them off. Driving me crazy. “Yeah baby, tell me.” Pushing and pulling on him I'm not sure what I want. All I know is I want him and he's teasing me. “I wanna hear you say it Lil.” He's teasing me. Testing me. Wiggling in his arms I try to get him to touch me more. His hands tighten on my hips holding me in place. “Let me hear it,” he growls. That aggression making me wetter. My panties soaking wet. “You. Fuck I want you!” That smile of his on my skin again as he kisses my hip. “And you've got me baby.” Panties on the floor Tank between my thighs. Kissing his way up and down my legs again. Taking his time savoring each inch of skin. His rough facial hair scrapping the soft skin on the inside of my thigh. He's got me so wet I can feel it running down my thigh. My body thrumming with sexual tension. God do I want him. “Fuck … Fuck … please.” I'm reduced to a begging mess. One big hand wraps around the back of my leg right below my ass. With a hard smack on the inside of my thigh his other hands pushes my legs open wider. “No movin' around. Stay just like that angel,” he murmurs with rapt attention. I'm so antsy and needy it's almost impossible to stay still. Wet hot tongue finds me. Spreading me wide he licks and sucks me into a panting mess. Paying special attention to my clit. “Tank,” my voice a shaky whisper. “Fuck!” Two thick fingers push into me, filling me. Dragging them slowly in and out. My body moves and shakes close to falling apart. The ground falls away. Hitting the prefect spot I can't hold on any longer. “Right … there.” My body loses the battle. My back arches, legs shake. Everything floats away. Body completely gone. “Holy shit!” Coming down from my high Tanks big body is back on me. Wrapping myself around him he holds me to him. “Sweet fuckin' pussy.”

  “Wrap them legs around me baby,” he growls smacking my thigh again. Doing as I'm told I sling my legs around his hips. My body needy for him. Just can't get close enough. Tanks got me fucked up and loving it. Legs still shaking, heart pounding in my ears, body high. With a hard thrust his buried deep. Something about his roughness. That wild need. My head lulls, eyes flutter closed at the fullness. I’m sated and happy as hell. “Fuck baby!” he barks out. Stilling for a moment he grabs under my ass lifting me closer to him, titling my hips up. “I wanna feel all of you.” I can feel the strain and pull in his muscles as he starts to work my body. My mind gone, body taking over. I let him have me. One of his arms around my back holding me up, his hand gripping the back of my neck. Right now I'd let him do whatever he wanted to me as long as he doesn't stop. Tanks hard body pressed into me. That tanned body slick with a yummy sheen of sweat. Paying special attention to the pull and strain of each muscle. His body a perfect work of art. Everything about him is beautiful. Tank's relentless, fucking me good. Hitting me hard. Driving in to me, he doesn't hold back. Hand holding on to my hip, fingers digging into my skin. “God damn it, the best right here,” he growls into my neck. Leaning back on his knees he pulls me with him. Both sitting up. “Love this shit.” Legs wrapped around him. Face to face. Chest to chest. My body sliding along his. Wrapping his hands in my hair he pulls just hard enough to cause the thrill of a little pain. Pulling me down into him, hitting the perfect angle. “This shit is mine,” he growls into my shoulder. Hands tighten their hold on me. With a hard thrust he demands conformation. Biting down on his shoulder I hold in the moan. This angle making my head spin. “Baby, mine,” he warns. My mind swimming. Body hot and needy. With hard smack he lands a hand on my ass. Squeezing it hard he stops. Eyes find mine. They're full of need, lust, and possession. “Tell me Lil.” Nodding my head I feel fucking high. “Yours,” I whisper. “God damn right you are.” Laying me back he continues the delicious assault on my body. In and out. Hard and fast. Hands all over me. Lips and tongue on my body. My body building higher and higher. He knows I'm there. His hold on me tightens. He digs deeper. Fucking me harder. “I've got you. Give it to me baby, let me feel you.” Hitting the perfect spot my body loses its fight again. The high washes over me. Body tingling, legs shaking, mind gone. Tank fallows, slamming into my one last time. “Mine. Whenever, where ever baby.”

  8

  Tank

  Woke up with Lil's soft warm naked body wrapped around me. Never been happier to have a dead arm and a face full of hair. Loved having that girl to myself. Fucking Lil last night was worth the wait. That shit the best I've ever had. Last night changed the game for me. Things will never be the same after that. I planned on keeping her next to me and naked all God damn day. Buried deep in that beautiful body. Couldn't get enough of her. Not sure if I ever will. That idea didn't last long. Gin came knocking. Took Lil to the club with him. Motherfucker didn't even let me take her myself. Said Low needed her and needed her now. Bullshit. Throwing on some clothes I was out the door not fifteen minutes after she left. Had to make a few stops first of course, putting me an hour behind her. Pulling into the club lot there's a bunch bikes parked outside along with a few cars. Walking inside I see the place is packed with people. Since women are escorted the brothers bro
ught their families along. Kids running about, groups of old ladies gabbing. It's a fucking mess. Gin walks up to me beer in hand looking annoyed as hell. Definitely need that shit if I'm dealing with a packed house all day. “Where’s Lil?” I ask him. I need to get to her. Need to put my hands on her. Tilting his head in the direction of the bar I spot her and Peaches sitting on the bar. Cali between Lil's legs, she's fucking with her hair. Women. Sitting here in my club she blows my fucking mind. Smiling and bullshittin, she's home. Lil's fucking beautiful. Just fucked hair, all messy and curly. Eyes soft and happy. A sweet smile that's all mine. That shit makes me hard knowing I put that happy as fuck smile on her face. Heading towards her I see there's a group a dudes hanging around her. I can see their eyes on my girl. Not hiding the fact they're checking her out. Picturing her naked and all the nasty shit they want to do to her. Lil's stunning I see why every motherfucker in that place is interested in her, but I don't fucking like it. That's my bitch. Brothers from a visiting chapter leer at her, hang around her like hungry junk yard dogs. Apparently they don't know who she is. The need to go over and let the motherfuckers know she's mine burns deep. Big brown eyes spot me from across the room. That smile right there all for me. Walking to her I've only one thing on mind. Lil. Knocking a few dudes out of the way on my way to her doesn't help the need to hit someone. “Tank,” she beams up at me. Wrapping my hands up in her hair I tug that beautiful face to mine. I could give a fuck who sees us. Those soft lips on mine. I kiss that girl like I fucking mean it and she knows it too.