Auctioned to the Biker

by Mia Ford

  I ran my palms down her tits, stopping to pinch and rub at her nipples. She leaned her head back as I kissed her neck gently, feeling the pulse in her neck increase as my tongue slipped from my mouth and I tasted her salty skin. Her hips continued to glide over me, and she moaned loudly as her mound got wetter and wetter. I reached my hand down and slid it into her pants, cupping her pussy and rubbing hard as she continued to grind against me. She grabbed onto the side of the couch and lifted up slightly, allowing me to slip two fingers inside of her. She was so wet, and my fingers went right through her folds. It was sensual and trusting, the way she fucked my hand, and my cock was bulging in my pants. She reached one hand down and grabbed my wrist, moving her body like a wave against my palm. I could tell she wanted me to make her come, and that was exactly what I had in mind.

  It was the most amazing and sexual thing I had ever seen, watching her bounce up and down on my hand, grinding on it the same way she did my cock. I wanted so badly to feel my dick inside of her, but I knew she needed to do whatever it was that she wanted to do. Her tits bounced up and down, and her head fell backward as I wiggled my fingers side to side as she came down hard on my palm. I pulled on her pants, moving them slightly down for a better handle on the situation.

  “Fuck,” she moaned, as she pushed herself further and further toward climax.

  “Yes, baby,” I said. “Come for me, baby.”

  She slid her hands up her body and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard as I pumped my arm up and down, giving her a deeper sensation. She was grasping at my arm with her nails as her body began to tense, and her moans became louder and louder. She dropped her hands to her sides and closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath before screaming loudly as the orgasm pulsated through her. I pulled her down hard onto my fingers and finger fucked her, fast and deep, as she climaxed in my lap. I could feel her pussy convulsing, and the juices ran down my hand. It was extremely erotic and sensual, but I was ready to feel that on my cock.

  Before she was even done, she stood up on the couch and pulled her pants and panties off, giving me time to remove mine as well. She looked down at me, breathing heavily before coming back down and resting on her knees in front of me. She looked me straight in the eyes as she pulled my cock forward and slid her wet, juicy pussy down. She sat there straddling me, completely filled by my shaft. She ground her hips slowly against my skin, slowing her heart rate and gathering her energy to continue.

  She was incredibly erotic on so many levels, and I had never experienced anyone quite like her. All I could think about was leaning her back and fucking her hard, but she had other ideas. This was her time to call the shots, her time to pleasure the two of us however she saw fit. And it was her time to feel everything she could, just in case she didn’t have the opportunity in the future, a thought that was always on our minds.

  Chapter 24

  Josie

  Everything in me wanted Blaine on every level. His willingness to help me in every way imaginable was unbelievable, and I couldn’t help but fall deeper and deeper in love with him. My body wanted him so badly, it was hard for me to keep control. I sat there with his cock deep inside of me, staring into his beautiful blue eyes. He looked at me with lust, but I could also see his love and desire penetrating through my soul. My legs were wrapped tightly around his body, and his hands searched my skin, touching every part of me. I leaned forward and kissed him passionately, my hips grinding against him softly. He groaned into my mouth as I lifted my hips and felt his shaft move up and down inside my wetness. Everything about this moment was perfect, and it felt so right. I missed his strong arms around me and his hard body pressed against me.

  He pushed me backward, keeping my legs wrapped around him and his dick inside of me. As we landed on the couch, he pushed forward, going deeper inside me. I screamed out, reaching above my head and grabbing onto the armrest as he pulled one of his legs up and thrust deeply. There was something about the way he moved his body that sent electricity through every part of me. He looked down at me, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he thrust his hips forward, back, and then forward again. The motion of his body was like a wave, pushing across my clit as I felt every inch of him inside of me. I gripped down on the arm of the couch, wanting more and more, and feeling the heat of climax begin to resurface. As his hips pounded against mine, I clamped down and arched my back, already feeling the explosion of an orgasm circulating through my veins. I could barely even breath, the feeling was so intense, and my body began to shake and convulse in his arms.

  As my climax exploded, he leaned his head down and licked my breasts. They were sensitive and tingling, and it forced a giggling moan from my throat. He grabbed onto me around my arched back and began to move faster, shifting me downward and pushing up with his hips. I looked back in his eyes, and I could see his determination. I let go of the couch and ran my hands up to my tits, massaging them gently as my body took him deep inside. He growled softly as he reached the edge of his orgasm, his legs tightening and his muscles flexing in the light.

  “Come for me, baby,” I whispered.

  He groaned loudly as if my voice were the trigger to push him over the edge. He thrust one more time deep inside and laid his body against mine as the waves of pleasure flew through him. I could feel his cock bulging and pulsating inside me as he released his seed.

  He laid there silently, breathing heavily into my neck until every last feeling of pleasure had left him. I ran my fingers through his hair and down his back. He pulled me in even tighter as we laid there on the couch, cuddling and taking in the moment. When he had regained his strength, he pulled up, kissing my lips and sitting upright on the couch. He put his clothes on as I pulled the blankets around my naked body.

  When he sat back down, I leaned into him, wanting to feel the comfort of his arms. He wrapped them around my shoulders, and I laid my head against his chest, feeling his heart slowly come back to a normal speed. We sat there for several minutes, but then his phone rang. He kissed me on the forehead and got up, walking to the table and answering it.

  “Anderson, what’s up?” He looked over at me and shook his head. “Hold on. Let me put you on speaker so that Josie can hear as well.”

  He walked over to the couch and sat down, looking at his phone and hitting the speaker button. I sat there, tense, waiting to hear the news. Hopefully, whatever it was could help us in the case.

  “Hi, Josie,” Anderson said.

  “Hi,” I said with as much cheer as I could muster.

  “I’m glad you are home safe,” he said. “We are doing everything we can to help you.”

  “Thank you,” I replied.

  “So, what news did you find on Paulie and Harry?” Blaine leaned forward and listened closely.

  “Well, it seems that they are definitely tied in with the mob,” he said, sinking my heart. “Paulie is Paul Giorntino, Jr., and is the son of an infamous mob boss, Paul “The Killer” Giorntino. His father has been on the run for years, and the authorities have yet to catch him. He was definitely a high-stakes gambling fiend that loaned money out to the locals. His tactics for recovery have not been out of the ordinary for mob bosses. Paulie has some minor crimes, but no one has been able to get him on any specific charges yet. This isn’t abnormal since organized crime figures are notorious for having others do their dirty work. Most of the time, Paulie is the voice, and from what it looks like, Harriet is the hands. Harriet “Harry the Hammer” Benetti is his right-hand man, or woman, I should say. She has a rap sheet as long as the Seven Mile Bridge. There are so many crimes on this woman’s record, I'm surprised she hasn’t gone away for life yet. She is the enforcer for the Giorntino crime family and has done a bang-up job ever since she came in contact with them. She has been on the cops’ shitlist for a long time, but they can never seem to pin the big crimes on her, like murder. Everything she has is so petty that Florida Judges can’t find the precedent to put her away for good. It’s a slick move by the family, but i
t works really well. They keep their people out of prison, which means they don’t need as much manpower to get the job done.”

  “Is she still in jail?” Blaine asked. “I could go talk with her.”

  “No, she was released just hours after Josie,” he replied. “Besides, you aren’t going to get anything out of her. She’s had some of the hardest men come down on her from the FBI and never once broke. That’s why they call her the hammer. She not only brings the hammer down on the mob’s enemies, but she is the breaker, not the one being broken.”

  “So, she’s out there,” I said, shaking my head. “Has anyone found any news on my father? What if they have him?”

  “No,” Anderson responded. “But we are definitely doing everything we can. We gave this info to the investigator, and he’s going to head over to that side of town and see if he can find out anything circling around Harry and Paulie. We will definitely let you know as soon as we find anything.”

  “Thank you,” I said, grateful that Anderson was so good at his work.

  Blaine switched off the speaker and walked away, talking to Anderson quietly by his notes. I looked down at my hands, trying to get them to stop shaking. I guessed that part of me thought it would be discovered that they were acting alone, not as part of a mob scheme that could get everyone involved killed. I had heard the stories about people being killed by the mob before court hearings. It wasn’t pretty. It still happened today, except the mob has gotten smarter, and they used outside forces to cover their tracks. It was no longer the tommy gun in the alley kind of murder. It was more like the slit your throat in your sleep and walk away kind of murders, the sleeping with the fishes being one of their favorite ways to hide the bodies. I watched as Blaine hung up the phone and walked over, sitting down next to me. I could tell that he was visibly shaken, and I couldn’t even fully comprehend what that might be like for him. I felt so bad, knowing that I had now gotten him and his firm tangled up in mob business. That was not my intention, ever.

  “I’m so sorry,” I said.

  Immediately, tears began to well up in the corners of my eyes, and I couldn’t help but begin to sob. I had done exactly what I didn’t want and gotten him involved in all of this. I cried hard, leaning into his shoulder and letting the emotion take over. Blaine wrapped his arms around me and shushed me, trying to calm my nerves. I could feel him running his hands down my arms and kissing the top of my head. He should not be comforting me when I just got him in a really bad situation. He pulled away and stood up, straightening himself. I looked up at him as he reached down and scooped me and the blankets into his arms. For a moment, he stood there cradling me, letting me hug his neck tightly. I could tell he wanted to comfort me so badly. He started walking with me in his arms toward the bedroom. Once inside, he clicked on the light and laid me down in the bed. He pulled the covers from underneath me and pulled them up to my chin. He sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned forward, kissing the top of my head.

  “I’m going to get some more work done,” he whispered. “You don’t need to be sorry for anything. You didn’t get yourself into this mess, and you didn’t get me into anything that I wasn’t ready for. I want you to get some good sleep in a real bed. I’m sure the cots were not comfortable at all.”

  “Thank you,” I said, grabbing his wrist.

  He smiled at me and kissed me one more time before walking out of the room and turning off the light. I laid there listening to his footsteps as he walked back to his desk and pulled out the chair. I could hear his fingers quickly tapping on the keyboard. I turned over and faced the window, looking out over the ocean. The skies were gray, and the sea was angry, and I felt like it was exactly how I felt. My heart hurt so bad and for so many reasons that I felt I was swinging angrily around but never actually coming in contact with anything. My mind couldn’t even start to wrap itself around what had happened.

  I cuddled into the pillow and shut my eyes, knowing that I needed to get some good sleep. The bed was so warm and inviting that it didn’t take me long to drift off, but peaceful sleep wasn’t what came my way. Instead, I saw my father’s body floating in the water. I ran down the pier, but when I got there, he was gone. I stood there looking at the angry sky and wondering what was going on. Behind me, I heard a creak in the pier, and I whirled around, trying to figure out where I was. Standing in front of me were a thousand men, all lined up in really nice suits. On their faces, they were wearing masks that resembled Paulie’s face. I looked down at their hands, and they all were carrying bats, and I stepped back, crying out for them to leave me alone. As I stepped backward, the pier disappeared from under my feet, and I screamed out, my body falling and falling with no reprieve.

  Chapter 25

  Blaine

  I walked through the living room, unable to fully grasp what Anderson had told us on the phone. My mind was completely blown away, and I needed a second to really come to terms with all the facts. How had a woman as sweet and kind as Josie fallen in with the mob? She was not the kind of person that came to mind when you thought about gangsters, and she definitely was not the kind of woman that could hurt a fly, much less kill a person. I had thought that I knew everything about Josie, everything big at least. How could I have missed a sign that huge? Was I completely wrong about my perception of her? Was she not actually as kind and sweet as she had shown herself to be? My mind was swirling in circles, and I stood at the window, staring out at the gray skies and raging sea. The ocean looked how I felt, completely off-kilter. Outside influences forcing me to act completely out of character.

  Anderson had asked me how I really felt about her. He had asked me if I could actually trust the woman that she seemed to be. I had told him yes, easily, with no question, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe I had gotten caught up in a love affair with someone that was the opposite of how she appeared. Anderson was right about one thing. I had only known Josie for a week, a week to the day to be exact, and I had already professed my love and put myself in harm’s way to protect her. What if she was playing me for a fool?

  Maybe that sweet demeanor and that kind smile were all an act. Maybe deep down inside of her, she was really an evil person. Just thinking it made me shake my head, but I had seen men tougher than I get played by a woman before. If she was this murderous mobster, then why was she clinging on to me? The evidence, at face value, pointed straight to her, no questions asked. Any other time, it would be an open and shut case. I had a hard time believing this sweet school teacher was a mob boss, but I had been wrong before.

  I had really changed everything about me in the span of a week, giving up my bachelor status, changing the way I thought about life, and jumping back into the firm, full speed ahead. Maybe I had made a mistake doing all of that so quickly. Maybe I should have taken my time and gotten to know Josie before giving up everything I knew and taking her life as my own. In reality, the changes I had made weren’t bad, but they were definitely geared toward a different type of life than just hooking up with chicks and drinking whiskey. I was starting to feel like everything was blowing up in my face.

  I turned away from the raging ocean and walked through the house, trying to ease my mind. I tiptoed down the hall and stopped, listening to Josie whimper quietly in her sleep. I poked my head around the corner and saw her laying there, tangled in the covers. She was tossing and turning, and her face was scrunched up as if she were in pain or scared. Sweat was starting to bead up on her forehead as she flung her arm over and grasped onto the bedspread. It was obvious that she was having a nightmare. I walked into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking her back and whispering to her. She wasn’t waking up like she normally did at my touch, so I leaned over and gripped her shoulders, lightly shaking her awake. When her eyes flew open, she took in a deep breath of air and grabbed onto my wrists.

  She sat up and looked around as I rubbed her leg and waited for her to realize where she was. She turned to me and immediately burst into tears, laying her head on my s
houlder as she sobbed. I rubbed her back and felt her heart, which was racing a million miles an hour.

  “I’m so sorry,” she cried. “I got you involved with something that I don’t even understand how I’m involved in. My father, he just couldn’t stop gambling, and now, I have to pay the price. I never wanted you to have to feel that way, too.”

  I gripped onto her tighter, trying to calm her nerves. She leaned into me and grasped her hands against her chest as I shushed her to a silent whimper. She was so upset, and I couldn’t believe that I had questioned her for even a second. She hadn’t asked for any of this to happen, but there she was, taking the brunt of everyone else’s issues. And at the end of the day, she was still only worried about the people around her, not herself. It was very telling that she was so kind and empathetic, even in times of stress. The real culprit here was her bastard of a father who couldn’t keep himself from gambling. The idiot had taken too much money from the mob and had no way to pay it back. So, what do they do? The normal thing that any mob does. They get what they are owed. This time, they weren’t after the money, but instead, planned to exploit Josie and put her in prison for the rest of her life. If her father had just come forward and been responsible for once, she would not be in this mess, and the police and FBI could have helped keep them safe. It was a huge mess.