Sico

by Esther E. Schmidt

  Sico shakes his hand, grabs the bag he must have thrown to the ground and tells me, “Hurry the fuck up, I ain’t got all day for this cunt vs cock shit. I need to be at your brother’s place later tonight and we still need to shop.”

  Thank fuck, the not caring, asshole Sico is back right, on cue. I’m imagining things. He doesn’t know anything about me. The discussion with the whore earlier just got to him, he’s riled up, that’s all it is. I plaster a smile in place. “You’re the one who’s stalling, don’t be blaming that shit on me.”

  He just turns and throws the bag in my car. Yes, I made us take my car because I refuse to sit on the back of his bike. For these guys that means something special. I won’t ever plant my ass on the back of a bike again now that he’s labeled me his ol’lady.

  And you might think I have something to say about all of this but in reality...not so much. The friendships I’ve built here are all connected with this MC, meaning I have nowhere else to go. Also, I don’t want to because everybody accepts me for who I want to be so why throw it all away over this guy? A guy I get to annoy just as much as he does me.

  At first, he cock-blocked himself when he claimed me as his ol’lady. But seeing that only made the two of us horny, we settled on a compromise where we would both get our rocks off. Meaning no intimacy at all. Sico didn’t do that before so that was a given, but a quick, rough, anger fuck is really, really, really nice.

  Add that to the fact that I don’t want to sell my house and move yet again to another state, because I like the house I designed myself. I feel safe there, it’s designed to withstand an apocalypse...that safe. It’s not even completely ready yet. I have to finish the basement that I’m planning to turn into a game room. I even took a few weeks off to arrange it all, and now this shit with the Cape Town crew messing it all up.

  The silence in the car is comfortable. Seeing neither of us have anything to say to one another and clearly don’t care if we make the other one uncomfortable with being silent, it works well for the both of us. Just like the ol’lady thing. First, I was furious, then the thought hit me that this cleared a lot of issues for me.

  Meaning I didn’t have to work for my slutty reputation. My fake reputation I based on one incident with people around to see to get the ball rolling. But Sico ended that by claiming me as his ol’lady after I had sex with him. Still...hence the clearing of issues for me. Now the only thing I have to deal with is this annoying, grumpy, asshole biker.

  Who’s insanely good with his cock. Sex with that guy is nothing like I’ve ever experienced. That right there was frustrating because I hated him for claiming me. He did it in front of everyone because I turned him down. He didn’t want me to have sex with anyone else...well, not that I wanted to, I needed to keep my fake appearance high, but I also have to admit that it was funny flirting in front of him with others to set him off.

  When he claimed me on the spot that meant neither of us had sex. Not with each other, and clearly not with others since for the biker world we were a couple. Now that...was frustrating to say the least, since he invoked a craving inside me. A need to have sex and for me that was new. But it had to be with him because the other experiences I had with sex were horrible. More reason I agreed with the fuck rule we set in place to deal with the both of us being horny; the come and be done fucking. But dammit, it’s been awhile.

  I glance to my left. His fingers are wrapped around the steering wheel. Muscled forearms, massive biceps and those shoulders...I’ve held on to those a time or two while his powerful body was dominating mine. The side of his head is shaved bald, the hair on the top of his head would fall to his shoulders if he didn’t have it tied up. So damn sexy and I love tugging it. Hence the reason my fingers snap that hair tie right off when he’s pounding inside me.

  I can’t help it. Those delicious grunts that leave his body, the wild hair I can let my fingers dig into. Then there’s this piercing...and I’m not talking about the septum piercing, nope...the one in his nose is nothing compared to the one he’s got in his cock. A thick ring that goes in under the tip and straight through his...

  “I don’t have time to fuck right now, Everleigh.” Sico’s rumble of laughter flows through the car. “Get your eyes off my cock, it’s burning a hole in my fucking jeans. Why don’t you slide your fingers inside your pants and rub that clit all on your own, take the edge off so you’re all warmed up for me later on when I do have time. I don’t want to put in the effort to make you wet.”

  And that right there brings up yet again why I’d rather pass. “No thanks. I wasn’t thinking about a quick fuck. I was still thinking about the ‘don’t make it a contest’ statement you threw out. But I was calculating how many times I got an orgasm compared to you...since...you know...I can get off so many times in a row while you...you always need to take a while to fire that ol’ cock of yours back up.”

  His upper lip twitches in a look of disdain, fingers tightening again around the steering wheel. Good. Asshole. I hope his cock splits in half and shrivels up so that piercing will fall off. Being great with that part of his anatomy might bring euphoria, but when it comes with an attitude like that I’d rather starve myself from sex then put up with this guy right here.

  The rest of our little trip to the store went by without a single word thrown back and forth. The only sound out of his mouth was when he tried to pay for the groceries. I elbowed him in his gut and ordered him to pack up, making the girl behind the counter laugh. Seems that only fueled his anger. Good. Because I was fuming on the inside too. This whole thing was a clusterfuck but then again...wasn’t everything in my life?

  “Don’t fucking touch it, just go inside and let me get those bags,” Sico growls when I grab one of the bags out of the back of the car.

  “I’m pretty sure this body can do more than just be a warm hole to fuck, so do yourself a favor and don’t start to act like a gentleman, it doesn’t suit you.” I sneer and grab another bag before I stalk toward the house.

  Balancing one bag, I open the door but when I step inside, a body hits me from behind pushing me against the wall. Groceries crash down the same time as the front door slams shut.

  “I specifically said to leave the bags and let me get them. What the fuck is up with the degrading shit?” Sico’s voice is filled with fury and yet his body feels so damn good.

  Shifting my ass against his pelvis I can feel he’s getting hard between us. I have no shame because this right here? Turns me on. Yes, I’m a slut because I’ve got so much anger coursing through my veins and yet I’m horny as hell and it’s all because of the man who’s caging me in.

  His nose slides over the skin of my neck, his tongue trailing a path behind it. “Fuck. I love how your pulse picks up.” His hand glides over my breast, kneading it and with that creating more heat inside my body.

  I need him inside me so damn bad that I’m practically shaking with need. Except, I won’t ask. I never ask or beg for that matter. Because I hate him. But I need him. And that’s just it, we’re the same. We don’t care, except when we’re in the moment, like now. Cold air hits the skin of my ass for one breath before I’m stretched to the max when he buries himself deep inside me with one stroke.

  “Yessssssssss,” I wheeze while pushing my hips back in an attempt to get him to move.

  It’s fucked up. When our bodies are connected, we have no problem with communicating normal. Civil. Neutral grounds surround us while we’re building a sweat at the sound of our bodies slapping.

  “Fuck, you feel good. We’re not waiting so long next time, beautiful. I can barely hold myself back. The way you’re hugging my cock...you want to come, don’t you, beautiful? Ask me. Ask me, dammit. And I’ll give it, make it so damn good.” Sico’s rapid breath of words comes out as a growl but it only heats my skin that’s too tight already.

  “I need to...so close...please...will you...can you...make me come, stud.” I moan loud when his fingers slide over my clit as he keeps pounding inside m
e. “I know you’re good for it. Rotate...yes. Oh, fuck...yes, that...right there, again.”

  “That’s the spot, huh, beautiful?” Grunts. Delicious grunts in my neck. One of his hands is digging into my hip where he keeps me pinned as the other is working magic on my clit.

  With his piercing hitting the right spot inside me over and over again I’m brought to an intense orgasm that tears its way through my body. I scream his name while he keeps surging in and out of me before he buries himself deep, biting my shoulder where I hear a muted version of my name.

  Shit. Hot pulses inside me. Cum. Cum means pregnancy. Even if I’m on the pill. I can’t. It’s...disgusting. Dirty. Vile. It can happen. Again. I can’t breathe.

  “Get the fuck off me,” I growl and push back. “You did it again even though I told you to never forget, dammit. Learn to fucking wrap it up,” I seethe and move away from Sico and bend down to pick up my clothes.

  “There wasn’t any fucking time and besides, you’re on the damn pill and we’re both clean. Fuck, Simi. Why the hell do you always freak out on me? It’s happened twice before, and again...you’re on the fucking pill, woman,” Sico throws back while he’s tucking himself back into his pants.

  “It’s not one hundred percent safe, shit for brains. And even more, I don’t want your cum leaking out,” I growl.

  “Why not?” Sico snickers. “That’s just a personal reminder that you’re mine, Simi. And here’s another reminder...you’re the only one that has had the honor of having my cum leaking out. Now...doesn’t that make you special that you’re the only woman I’ve only fucked bare? Because it fucking should,” the massive, disgusting asshole says with a proud grin on his face like he just pointed out I won some sort of grand finale.

  “There’s nothing special about me, or you for that matter. But you know what? Thanks for the reminder...next time I’m horny I’ll use my fingers or my vibrator to save me from the chatty aftermath.” I turn on my heel and head for the shower.

  Chapter 03

  ***Sico***

  “That...was very entertaining,” Calix’s voice rumbles, making my head swing to the right.

  The idiot is sitting on the couch with his arms spread out over the back, one leg resting at the ankle on his knee.

  “Enjoy the show, did you? Fucker. Wasn’t it rather tame compared to the kinky fucking you have openly displayed in that club of yours? Bet it’s been awhile since you fucked one on one without tying her down or using clamps and shit.” I snicker.

  Calix owns Ares, a BDSM club. Busy man with being a detective and working two nights a week as a bartender in the Purple Bean, a bar that the club owns. That’s just how this man functions, I guess. Always busy, and yet always the fucking outside appearance of pure serenity. That shit mirrors in the damn white suits he always wears.

  But I’ve been around this guy long enough to know he can flip his shit and swears like anyone else. The difference is...he keeps it to himself, either inside his head or takes it out when he’s fighting. That’s how he blows off steam. Usually in the gym but that fucker used to participate in underground fighting. Calix is not how he seems. He’s a fucking wildcard.

  “The hate fucking I just witnessed?” He slowly shakes his head. “I wish. I’m curious.” Placing his shoe on the floor, some high-class brand since the fucker lives and breathes old money, he leans forward as he places his forearms on his knees. “Is that the only time you guys are actually nice to each other? That’s primal, you know. I’ve always wondered what that would be like, the hate fucking I mean. Not one woman I’ve had the pleasure of playing with has spiked such a reaction. The two of you have a special brand of fireworks. I think I envy you on that level.”

  Just what I fucking need. “You’re here for backup, Calix. Rein in the fucking psychological shit. Save it for the members of your club but not in this house and especially not when it concerns me and my ol’lady.”

  He throws both hands up in defense. “Hey, point taken. But I’m just sayin’.”

  “Don’t need to hear it,” I growl and stalk out of the house to get the other grocery bags that are still in the car.

  Great, just fucking great. To complicate shit even more I now have Calix analyzing everything. That fucker is always taking people apart to see how they function. He’s a good judge of character, don’t get me wrong, and that’s what he needs in his line of work. A damn detective that closes almost every case he sets his teeth into. Oh, and that fucking club of his, let’s not forget that kinky part. He likes to observe, hence the reason he’s a bartender.

  That fucker sees everything. Not to mention no one notices him, he’s like a fly on the wall. Just like he was dead silent as I was fucking Simi, never knowing someone was there in the room with us. Great. With that reminder my cock swells, lighting up the craving to have her again. Like always, I can never get enough of her.

  Is that the only time you guys are actually nice to each other? Calix’s words slam through me again. That’s fucking reality and until now, I never even realized the fact that we are actually nice to each other when we fuck. Seems that it comes natural considering the fact that she feels so damn right in my arms. Everything falls into place and I just relish in the moment where it’s just the two of us. My all-time fucking happy place; inside her.

  Great. Now I’m sporting a damn boner again, one I just solved by fucking Simi and seeing the last time we fucked was days ago and the fact that she’s mad as shit at me again for not wearing a damn rubber...yeah, next angry fuck will be days away. Even when I just told her we shouldn’t wait that long. If only I used a condom; she seemed less ticked when I do and even schedules the next fuck the same day or the day after.

  Yes. I said schedule. As in a text. She picks the day and time and when we meet...damn Calix with pointing it out because now I realize she comes in angry, melts when I’ve got her in my arms and grows cold right after. Meaning she gets dressed and walks away without looking back. Except when I fuck up with the condom, then she gives me hell straight after.

  I’ve put all the groceries away when Calix strolls into the kitchen. “You okay with me cookin’?”

  “Fuck, yeah. Knock yourself out,” I tell the man. For the sake of all our bellies, this guy needs to make us dinner.

  He doesn’t offer or do it often but when he takes off his jacket and gets into the kitchen at the clubhouse? Not a crumb of food is left, no matter what he whips up. That fucker has so many skills it’s a fucking miracle he’s still single. But that’s none of my business.

  Heading upstairs with my bags, I barge into Simi’s bedroom. She’s lying on the bed, well...not for long seeing she dashed up the second I stepped inside. The book she was holding flies to the floor.

  “What the hell?” she spits out. Narrowing her eyes, she continues. “Get out, spawn of Satan. Take one of the rooms further down the hall, I’ve got enough spare bedrooms.”

  Simi reaches for her book; her hair is still damp from the shower she took. With the tight yoga pants she’s wearing it’s a visual my hands cannot skip. Dropping the bags, I replace them with her magnificent ass, grinding her against my cock to create friction that might ease the throbbing somewhat.

  “What are you doing?” She groans in an effort to reject me but it sounds like a needy moan in my ears.

  She might hate me for a few days, like she always does after I’ve fucked her bare, but I’m done with walking away and ignoring her. I’m dead set on prolonging the nice attitude between us, and if that means fucking most of the time? So. Be. It.

  Leaning over her, I place my lips next to her ear and murmur, “Get on the bed, beautiful. I need to eat that sweet cunt.”

  I can hear her sharp intake of breath, shocked at my offer.

  “You heard me. I need it. Are you going to deny me?” I challenge, because, fuck...me eating pussy? Putting my mouth on a woman, or giving her an orgasm for that matter? That shit wasn’t something I’d do for any woman. Not until this one I’m holding r
ight here.

  She’s still frozen in place when she asks, “What’s the catch?”

  See? Even my ol’lady knows something’s up because I haven’t offered that shit until now. “Get naked and put that ass on the bed, legs spread wide and cunt on show.”

  I’m deliberately ignoring her question. Lucky for the both of us she’s selfish enough to step toward the bed and throw her clothes to the floor, getting herself ready to be devoured by my mouth.

  She’s got ink on most places of her body and it just makes her more beautiful in my eyes. I’ve heard Simi got most over the last few months, her brother inking the designs she made herself. Mostly floral art with shades and fine lines. Every inch of her skin is delicious, pierced or not, inked or not, curvy where my hands need it. A fucking wet dream this woman of mine.

  I keep my clothes on and pin her with a stare. “This,” I point at her sweet slit glistening and ready for me, “is going to happen every night from now on. Your only choice in this will be my covered-up cock afterwards,” I reach for my bag and pull out one motherfucking huge box of condoms and throw it on the bedside table before I finish, “or leave it with just one orgasm by my tongue. In return I will sleep in this bed right next to you where we will have one normal conversation a day.”

  Her eyes narrow and I can see she’s ready to throw me out of her room. Not fucking happening.

  “Don’t mistake my statement as a fucking question or some shit we need to discuss. This is going to happen because we’re stuck in this, in the house and tied to one another. You’re mine and I made that very clear so we’re going to fucking work on enjoying each other some more. Unless you think my tongue can’t give you pleasure each day. Or fuck,” and here’s a fucking olive branch that might as well be my cock for that matter, “you’ve got the power to allow me to get off or that it’s just you who’s getting all the action between the both of us.”

  Yeah. Her whole fucking face lights up. Beautiful. Hence the reason I damn well call her that when I’m balls deep because she’s just that...absolutely breathtaking.