There was a rush of conflicting and confusing emotions inside me. I was sexually attracted to this man who I was afraid of at the same time. I had never experienced anything like this before. I was forcing myself to keep looking at him, to meet his eyes.
“Jordan, I know you saw the shooting. I know you saw the man on the bike who pulled the trigger. I need you to stop lying, and I need you to trust me and tell me everything you saw,” he said.
Rodeo had taken another step towards me. My hands were clasped behind me on my butt, I was pressing myself back against the wall as he drew closer to me. I could feel the heat radiating from his body now, I could smell his raw masculine scent. I had to crane my neck to look up at him as he towered over me.
“I am not lying to you. I saw nothing,” I said. I wasn’t about to give in so easily. Whoever he was, I knew that staying silent about what I saw was the best policy. The less I got involved in this, the better it was going to be for me.
Rodeo’s eyes scanned my body. I could see him undressing me with his eyes. I could see that he liked what he saw, and it made me salivate just thinking about him on me. I tried to stop my brain from going there, to stop fantasizing about him naked. I was still in danger. I was still afraid of what he might do to me, but I couldn’t stop my body from reacting to his presence. He was an inch away from me, and I felt like I had stopped breathing by now.
“Jordan, the man who was shot was like a father to me. I need to find out the identity of the shooter so that I can find him and kill him. Do you understand?” Rodeo hissed.
* * *
“You know the man who died?” I asked, my mouth falling open. Rodeo searched my eyes and then he nodded his head. It hadn’t even occurred to me yet, that Rodeo could be from the other side. Seeing his leather jacket and his tattoos—I had immediately assumed that he was from the same group as the biker.
“I need to find the man who killed Fred,” Rodeo said.
“Fred,” I said the man’s name in a daze. Nobody, not even the cops, had told me the name of the man who had looked up at my window. Whose eyes I had looked into just seconds before he got shot by the biker. I gulped and licked my lips, before I met Rodeo’s eyes again.
“But I didn’t see anything. All I know is that someone got shot outside my apartment building,” I said to him.
Rodeo stared at me, there was an expectant look in his eyes before and when he heard my words, he let out a deep breath. His breath shook some stray strands of my hair on my face. There was a twitch in my soul somewhere because I knew I had just disappointed him.
But, I was too afraid to say anything, I was too afraid of telling him the truth. What if Rodeo was lying? What if he made up all this about Fred just to get me talking? It was too big a risk for me to take, even for a guy who was making me wet between my legs.
“Jordan, you’re still lying to me, but you know what? That’s okay,” Rodeo said and then I watched, frozen to the spot as he reached out his hands and placed them on the base of my neck. My skin sizzled from his touch. I wanted him.
A chill ran down my spine, and instinctively, I jutted my hips out towards him. I didn’t know what I was doing, why I was behaving this way—all I knew was that I wanted this man, against my better judgement.
“I can see that you need some time,” Rodeo was speaking softly. His eyes searched mine, and his large warm hands slowly stroked the base of my neck. I gulped, I felt enchanted by him, like I was under some sort of spell.
“I’m sorry for breaking into your home, I’m sorry for scaring you. I get that you need to digest all this,” he said and then he leaned his face closer to mine. His hot breath was falling on my face. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move. I wanted him to take me, even though my brain was screaming at me to just run away.
I opened my mouth to speak, watching him closely. Rodeo shook his head and then he lifted a forefinger up and pressed it gently to my lips.
“You don’t have to say another word right now. I’m not going to force anything from you,” he said and the top of my tongue grazed against his finger, I tasted the saltiness of his skin. My body was covered in goosebumps and I didn’t know what to do with myself. There was a grin flickering on Rodeo’s face now. He hadn’t moved his finger away when he felt my tongue on his finger.
“You just need to relax,” he said, in a deep soothing voice. He drew his finger away from my lips and his hands travelled down from my neck to my waist. I gulped and knocked the back of my head against the wall. Whatever he was doing to me, was working. I was totally under his power now, and he didn’t even have to use force.
I felt his hands trace the shape of my hips, then travel to the back—he had my butt in his hands and he squeezed. I fell forward on to him and my hands reached out for his shoulders.
Rodeo smiled as he looked at me then.
“You can tell me to stop whenever you want,” he said in a deep guttural growl. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to keep going. I wanted to know what he was going to do next. I looked down and saw the tent in his jeans. He was definitely well endowed because his cock was jutting straight out in his pants.
I looked up at him, and his eyes were on me.
“Do you want me to stop? I know this is highly inappropriate,” he said and I shook my head. If he stopped now, I would have burst. I could feel the wetness spreading between my legs, my nipples were pebbled and sensitive under my blouse. Rodeo had taken complete control of my body.
“Good,” he said, and with one swift movement, his hands were on the buttons and zipper of my jeans and in the next second, he was peeling it down my legs. His hands roamed over my exposed thighs, the insides of my legs and swiftly his fingers searched out the spot between my legs.
I gasped, clinging on to his shoulders as his hands flicked and stroked against my wet throbbing pussy.
“You’re already wet for me,” he growled and brought his mouth close to my ear. I moaned lightly as his fingers rubbed against my slit, slipping and sliding in the juices that had made my panties wet.
“I just want you to feel better, sweet Jordan,” Rodeo said and with a flick of his hands, he had pulled my panties down too. I was pinned to the wall now, naked from the hips down and his fingers were stroking my pussy.
How had this happened? One minute he was breaking down my door and the next minute he had me wet and in the palm of his hands. The most crazy part of this was that I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to make me come.
* * *
Rodeo slid down the front of my body, his hands tracing the shapes of my breasts and my stomach, before he was crouched down in front of me. I looked down at him with a gasp as he placed his hands on my thighs.
“Spread your legs, Jordan,” he said. His voice was deep and commanding and I did as I was told. I spread my bare legs for him and there he was, right in front of my pussy, his hot breath falling on my skin. I felt like I was about to pass out from the rush.
Rodeo looked up at me and I saw the grin on his face. His blue eyes glittered. He was pleased with himself, pleased by the reaction he was having on my body.
I sighed deeply, my breasts rose and fell and I reached for his hair. I watched with bated breath as he leaned his face closer to my pussy.
“You look delicious,” he murmured as he reached for my folds with his long fingers. I felt the warmth and pressure of his fingers on my swollen throbbing clit and I moaned.
“Good girl,” Rodeo grunted and then his tongue was on me.
I gasped loudly, weaving my fingers into his hair as he remained crouched in front of me. His long tongue had just lapped slowly against my pussy and I felt like my body was on fire.
“Please…” I murmured and he looked up at me. He thought I wanted him to stop.
“Please, don’t stop,” I snapped and my body was trembling as he stuck his tongue out again. With just the tip of his tongue, he flicked my clit and then slid it into my folds.
I could feel the pressure
and friction of his tongue sliding inside me. I felt like I was going to explode. I had never felt this turbulent rise and fall of adrenaline and a rush of desire at the same time. I didn’t know this man. He had just knocked down my door and now I was willingly letting him slip his tongue into my pussy! I didn’t even recognize myself. I didn’t know what I was doing. All I knew was that he had complete control over my body and every inch of me that he touched, he was setting on fire.
Rodeo’s rough beard scratched against the sensitive skin around my pussy. I wanted more. Holding on to his head, I pushed him further towards me, so his tongue slid in deeper and deeper into my pussy. He drew his tongue out and then rubbed it against my clit. I was beginning to moan even louder now.
I held on to his head with one hand, and with the other, I squeezed my sensitive breasts. My nipples were aching for his mouth, but my pussy had his full attention. His tongue slid in and out of my folds now, in quick mechanical thrusts.
Sex with a stranger, in my own bedroom—I had never imagined anything like this would happen to me and neither had I imagined that it could feel this good.
My hips rolled, it was almost like a dance and Rodeo didn’t stop thrusting his tongue in and out of me. I was teetering on the edge of an orgasm now. I could feel it taking control of my body in jolts. I was going to come very soon and then he pulled his tongue out.
I moaned out his name and he looked up at me. There was a smile on his face, his lips glistened with my juices.
“Do you even know how tasty you are?” he asked, and didn’t expect an answer. He turned his attention back to my pussy now. He had seen it in my eyes—just how close to coming I was and he was determined to see it through.
He dove his tongue back into my pussy and this time, he did it gently. He was teasing me into my orgasm, lapping up my juices, nibbling at my clit and rubbing the skin around my pussy with his beard. There were loud smacking sounds in the air as he ate me out, I could feel my juices oozing out of me. I had no control over my mind or body anymore.
“Rodeo, I’m going to come,” I said, in a husky warning voice. That was all he needed to hear. His tongue slid in and out of my pussy in jerks, he licked and lapped at my folds till I exploded.
My toes curled and my body jerked as I orgasmed violently. I was screaming, I could feel my face going red and I had my eyes pressed tightly shut as I came. My cum was spilling out of me, straight into his mouth and Rodeo didn’t stop licking me, he didn’t stop using his tongue to keep lapping up my juices.
“So fucking tight,” he mumbled, while his mouth remained stuck to my pussy. My orgasm came in waves, rising and falling till finally, my breathing began to subside.
My body suddenly felt different. I knew I had experienced something I had never imagined before. Sex with no guy before this had been this good, and he hadn’t even pounded me with his cock. All he’d used was his tongue.
There were shivers running up and down my spine, as Rodeo finally slipped his tongue out of my pussy and started to straighten himself up.
I leaned myself back against the wall again. I was panting and out of breath, still in a daze from my explosive orgasm. Rodeo was grinning, and then he took the back of his hand and rubbed it over his mouth, wiping off my juices from his lips.
“I think we both needed that to just calm down,” he said. I looked down at his jeans, his cock was still erect. He had obviously not come yet but good sense was returning to me. The reality of the situation had just struck me—that I just had sex with a stranger and I still wasn’t sure what he wanted from me.
5
Rodeo
I ran my hand through my hair. My cock was throbbing hard for her, and I reached down to my jeans and gave it a quick rub through my clothes.
Jordan was standing pasted to the wall, her mouth hanging gaping wide as she stared at me. Had nobody ever fucked her like that before? She looked like she was in shock. I, on the other hand, wanted more. I wanted her to come first, so she could just relax a little but now I wanted to get off too.
I watched as Jordan licked her lips nervously, and then bending forward, she started pulling her panties and jeans up her legs. So, that was it. I wasn’t getting an opportunity to seal the deal.
Just as well, I thought, and took a step away from her. The idea here was to make her trust me, to make her feel safe in my presence. I wasn’t going to push myself on her, no matter how much I wanted her body.
Jordan dressed herself, and then tucked some stray strands of dark hair behind her ears.
“Just so you know, I don’t normally do something like this,” she said and I smiled.
“Something like what? Let a stranger make you come right after he’s kicked down your door?” I asked and Jordan took in a deep breath and looked away from me. She looked slightly embarrassed, but I was just glad she wasn’t crying anymore. She seemed a bit braver now.
“Yes, exactly. That’s not what I’m into or anything,” she added and I allowed myself to laugh.
“I’ll just take that as a compliment then,” I told her and she snapped her head up to look at me again. I followed her every movement with my eyes as slid her hands into the tight pockets of her jeans.
She had no idea how thoroughly I had enjoyed making her come. Watching her coming, the way her body rolled and moved as she quaked, how sweet she tasted—that was enough for me, for now. She still looked embarrassed though, and I found that adorable.
The fear in her dark eyes was now replaced with shyness. She refused to meet my eyes.
“So, what now?” she asked and I shrugged my shoulders.
“Nothing. I told you I was going to give you time, and that is exactly what I’m going to do. I want you to trust me, I want you to believe that I’m not out to get you. I’m trying to get to the people you are in danger from,” I said.
Jordan gulped, her eyes had grown wide. I could see that she was struggling to believe me. I wanted to touch her again, to pull her into my arms and make her see that I would never do anything to hurt her.
“Okay, I guess I’ll think about it,” she replied, in a soft meek voice and I nodded my head.
“Okay, but just so you know, I don’t have much time. I want to get to that fucker before he gets to one of us, or you,” I said and Jordan’s nostrils flared again. She knew what I was talking about. She knew exactly the kind of danger she was in. The Dark Legion were a ruthless MC. They weren’t just going to allow a witness to sit around, with loads of opportunity to go to the police.
Jordan nodded her head, I nodded back and then turned from her. I was going to walk out of her bedroom, and I could feel the pull that was dragging me back to her. I stopped and turned to her again.
“Sorry again, about the door. I want to fix it for you,” I said.
“Okay, thank you, that would be great,” she said.
“Do you have somewhere to go till I get the door fixed? I have some things to take care of and then I’ll get to it, it’ll probably be a few hours,” I said and she shook her head.
“No, I don’t really have anywhere to go, but that’s okay, I’ll figure something out,” she replied and I clenched my jaws.
“No, I can’t just leave you here in your apartment, with the door missing. You’ll be like a sitting duck for the Dark Legion to come after you. I’ve just made it very easy for them to get to you. It’s my responsibility to keep you safe now,” I said.
Jordan was watching me open-mouthed. I could see the fear returning to her eyes again. She pressed the back of her hand to her lips, to stop herself from crying.
“It’s okay,” I said and I rushed towards her, stopping myself just in time from pulling her into my arms. I didn’t really know this woman, I had no right over her. It wasn’t my place to console her, and it wasn’t my responsibility to make her feel better. My only responsibility was to look out for her safety because I had broken her door.
“Do you mind hanging out with me for a few hours? Till I get the chance to get y
our door fixed?” I asked.
Jordan looked surprised by the suggestion and then she bit down on her lip.
“You don’t mind? Are you sure I won’t be in your way?” she asked and I smiled. This was a good sign. The fact that she was willing to spend time with me alone meant that she was beginning to trust me.
“No, you won’t be in the way,” I said and she nodded her head, she was beginning to smile too.
I had no idea why I was trying to keep her close to me. It was more than just about the shooter, it was more than just about her safety. I was looking forward to spending time with her.
* * *
Jordan asked me to wait outside in her living room for a few minutes while she changed. I sat down on her couch and looked around the place, then I stood up and walked over to the window. It had a direct view of the street below, where Fred’s body had laid.
I took in a deep breath to control the rage that bubbled up in me. What exactly had Jordan seen? Had she just heard the gunshot? Had she actually seen the shooting?
I couldn’t have any of these answers till she gave them to me, and right now, she was in danger if she didn’t speak up. That was the bit I was struggling to explain to her.
The quicker I got to the Dark Legion, and the exact shooter; the sooner she could be safe again. The longer I didn’t know who to get for Fred’s death, the longer Jordan’s life was going to be in danger too.
I stared at the spot on the street, the spot where Fred had been shot and where he had fallen. What was he doing out here? I couldn’t think of a single good reason for him to be in this neighborhood at five in the morning. We had no business here and as far as I knew, Fred didn’t know anybody in this neighborhood either. And I liked to believe that I knew everything about him. He most definitely knew everything about me.
“He was wearing a leather cut,” I heard Jordan’s voice behind me and I turned to find her standing at her bedroom door. She had changed into a soft pink dress that grazed her knees. Her arms were bare, and looked long as she clasped her hands together in front of her.
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