by J. C. Allen
Instead, I fell short. I didn’t give up, though; I worked at the club every day and scoured the crowded nights for something that would get me going, something to distract me. I kept seeing legs and thinking of Allison’s… I kept seeing breasts halfway hanging out and thinking of Allison…
Everything about her was too memorable, most especially considering she was now impacting my ability to be the sex god I saw myself as.
There was one thing that distracted me from Allison, but unfortunately, it was perhaps the one thing I didn’t want to distract me—the return of the Cavaros and their threats. Seems like we kill a few of them and a dozen more assholes pop up.
The Cavaro crime family was dangerous. It was a fucked up mess.
That afternoon after the phone sex with Allison, I sat in a room with just my brothers—we wanted to keep this quiet from the club to prevent panic until we had no choice, but right now, the bigger concern was just removing stress from ourselves.
“Aren’t we done with this shit?” Simon said.
I couldn’t blame him for feeling upset. He was the one married to the daughter of the Cavaro patriarch, and though he was dead, the Cavaros seemed to be like cockroaches—killing a couple just meant that a thousand more were soon to follow.
“Seems like from what we’ve heard, they’re hell bent on cracking some skulls since they haven’t beaten us yet,” Jaxson said.
“I’ll crack their fucking skulls,” I said with a snort.
No one else laughed. There was perhaps no more unfortunate sign how serious this was than that.
“So, what kind of reports are we getting?” I said in an attempt to legitimize my presence and not seem like a total fucking moron.
“Emails, mostly, along with photos of them near important buildings here,” Jaxson said. “Think they’re going to start provoking violence in the city, get it blamed on us, and then attack us.”
“Here?” I said. “This place is like Sleepy Hollow, there’s nothing going on here!”
“Exactly why it would be so effective,” Matthew said. “You go to Minneapolis down the road, people expect violence and crime. You come to a small town like this, where everyone knows everyone? You don’t. If the Cavaros start causing shit, good chance that eyes will turn to us just out of natural suspicion.”
Goddamn.
“However, that doesn’t mean they’re going to attack everything except us,” Jaxson said. “If anything, I would expect them to come full force at us in the coming weeks and then start causing trouble in the city. No matter what they do in the city, it’s a fair thing to say that we’re not done with these guys. That means we need to be on full alert. I don’t want anyone walking around without a gun or without their phones. Understood?”
We all nodded. Eyes, though, fell upon me.
“What?” I said.
“Remember what I told you the night you took that girl home? When you abandoned your bar duties?”
“I made it up—”
“Doesn’t matter,” Jaxson said, cutting me off. “I warned you the Cavaros weren’t done. Now, you’re getting to see it for the worse. Don’t be fucking around, Zeke. I mean it.”
It was here in these meetings that I liked to make a wiseass joke, even in dark times. But the intensity in Jaxson’s gaze was serious. I think he wanted to end the Cavaros once and for all, whatever it took.
“Understood,” I said.
“Good,” he said. “We’ll keep our eyes and ears out until something happens. For now, be safe.”
With that, the meeting ended, and the first thing I did was grab a gun by the bar for myself.
I was not about to lose what I had going on with Allison, that great fucking sex, just because of some jealous Cavaro asshole.
10
Allison
The next night, we did phone sex again.
Somehow, I always lost my brain around him, most especially my filter that would tell me what is appropriate to say and what isn’t. Nothing was actually “appropriate” around him because it was purely sexual, but in terms of being appropriate for erotic encounters?
I mean, what could you say about a man who not only introduced me to phone sex but now had me addicted to it? And that wasn’t an exaggeration, by the way. I literally could not get enough. I found myself checking my phone way more often than I cared to admit, and it had only been about twenty-four hours.
If I thought being with him in person was good, this was an entirely new level of hot. I’ll admit that it wasn’t as good as regular sex, but I had no odd thoughts that that would be the case. Instead, right now, I just took it for what it was and admired his cock as he finished after another round of incredible, filthy phone sex.
I honestly wanted to screenshot his body multiple times just so I could have it in my phone and use as inspiration for myself later. That felt a little bit wrong—I wanted him to be aware of when I was capturing a photo of him, no matter how confident and how comfortable he felt naked—but damn if the temptation wasn’t there. I was certainly going to replay this moment over and over again in my head in the days and weeks ahead.
“Did you buy that mirror just to admire yourself?” I said through my erratic breathing when he got up and walked over to a full-length mirror.
To be fair, I would admire myself too if my body looked like Zeke’s. His body was a work of art, especially the tattoos and the muscles. I memorized them and imagined touching them, my hand twitching just at the thought. I was still recovering from my tremors and anticipating more—and with Zeke, anticipation was often enough to get the job done.
“If I tell you that I did, will you judge me?” he said, looking at me on the screen, the lens faced forward to the mirror.
I watched the full-length version on him instead, his cock half hard and hanging heavily between his legs. I loved how he was groomed, and I had never wanted to suck a guy off as much as I wanted to with him. It was tempting enough to just take the truck now out this late at night so I could suck him off before passing out.
“Maybe,” I said, biting my lip and taking a deep breath.
I was ready for some more—one orgasm wasn’t enough. Really, there was no such thing as “enough.” Zeke had an incredible ability to recover from sex and go for another round, but even with that in mind, as a man, he had to take a little bit of time to recover. Me, as a woman? There was no such thing, and I wanted to take full advantage of that with Zeke.
“I can’t get enough of you, Zeke,” I said. “Tell me what to do. Tell me what needs to be done so I can get off again.”
I shuddered after I said it. Listening to someone else’s commands was new to me too. It used to be silent and so boring; this was loud and exciting. Zeke just gave me a world that I never even knew was possible outside of porn. He was great at demonstrating to me that porn, while fake in some areas, was also mighty inspiring in some others.
“Prop your phone somewhere, let me watch you play with your tits.”
His voice was deep and commanding, just as I had grown to like it. It sent a jolt of pleasure down my body that pooled around my clit. My pussy clenched at the thought, and I quickly found a place to put my phone. I got a pillow and put it at the foot of the bed so he could see my legs open and the rest of my body at the same time. It was, I hoped, a great view for him, and a view that I wasn’t about to let him forget.
“Perfect.”
As my hands went to my breasts, circling my nipples, I watched his hand close around his cock and start to stroke, growing darker and harder in the mirror. I couldn’t believe that he was able to get hard that quickly again—granted, I probably should have known that by now, but it couldn’t have been more than a minute since he last came. It was almost like he never even went flaccid; it was as if he was so aroused that after coming, he only went twenty percent of the way back down before perking back up.
I didn’t want to sound mean, but let’s just say in comparison to my ex or other boys, no one compared to the ma
n on the phone chat before me.
I continued slow circles around my nipples and flicked over them, pinching and rubbing my breasts. Before him, they always felt too small, but now that I was touching myself for him, they felt full and swollen. My pussy grew wet and swollen again at watching him stroke himself, his muscles clenching.
“Shit, you’re sexy as hell Zeke.”
“Yeah? I could say the same about you.”
“Really?”
I asked the question before I could consider thinking about how it sounded. I could understand pretty or cute because of my small features. But sexy as hell? He must be joking. I don’t think he is.
“Fuck yes,” he said, confirming I was wrong for doubting him. “Now touch that pretty pussy of yours.”
He started pumping himself longer now that he was fully hard again. I imagined that thick, hard cock of his inside of me, pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust, and my God, it was unfair how good it felt. I wasn’t going to last long, and he wasn’t even with me!
“Oh my god,” I said.
“Fucking hell, you better hurry cause I don’t have long,” Zeke said in his guttural voice. Jesus, am I really that sexy?
He didn’t have to worry about that in any case, though, because I felt like I was riding the same orgasm as the last one. My body was coiled tight, and I held myself off just to feel more of it. I still toyed with my nipple with my other hand, the other swirling around my clit until I pulsed. The orgasm started low in my belly and rose up to cover my whole body, taking over harder than the last one.
“Oh god Zeke—I’m coming!”
I was screaming louder than the last time, forgetting to be quiet. But at that point, I didn’t care. I literally was only focused on my orgasm and Zeke in front of me on the verge of climax as well.
I could hear his heavy breathing on the other end as he growled, his hand fisting his cock audibly before he comes. I forced my eyes back open to watch his cum hit the mirror and slide down. My eyes roved over his body, the muscles coiled up tight, and up to his face that was flushed with his climax. He is way too good looking for my own wellbeing.
“Have fun cleaning that.”
I picked my phone back up, using napkins by the bed to wipe my hand. I had no idea I could even get like that. It was all, once again, thanks to Zeke.
“I’ll try to.”
He chuckled and turned the camera back to his face. He walked around his room and back to the bed, leaning up against the black frame.
“That was… nice,” I said, biting my lip, trying to find the right thing to say.
I sat up and rested my hand on my knee. My body was drenched with sweat, and I didn’t even know how I got myself that worked up. Now, though, my body was going lax and was ready for sleep.
And I know how. It was Zeke.
“That’s all you have to say? Nice?” he said with a chuckle as he grinned at me.
“I’m not a wordsmith,” I said with a giggle.
“Neither am I,” he said with way more confidence than I had. “I wasn’t a lot of things before last weekend.”
“What happened last weekend?” I asked, missing the obvious.
“I met you, dufus.”
Oh…
“What do I have to do with anything?” I said, even though I knew full well what I had to do with it.
He just had a way of making it sound like meeting me was special, that it did something to him. It was sweet… but a voice in the back of my mind warned me that that wasn’t what this was about. We were supposed to be having fun and not knowing each other. It would easier that way for him, and I was doing this to try something new and be with him casually until I left.
The more time that went by, however…
“Well instead of just calling you ‘sexy,’ I say you’re sexy as hell.”
The rational voice calmed down a bit, but I knew he was doing the same thing I was doing—avoiding the tough topic as much as he could.
“Nice,” I said deliberately again, and we both laughed.
But just as quickly as he laughed, Zeke adopted an expression that had me practically shivering.
“I want to see you tomorrow, in person. I need to be inside you.”
He stared right at me and didn’t even flinch. I wondered how he could even look in my eyes through the phone and have me that captivated, but he did it. That’s Zeke for you.
I swallowed hard, and even though my body was so tired, it tightened at the thought of what might happen tomorrow.
“Okay.”
My voice was soft, but inside, I was overcome with excitement.
“You don’t sound too excited.”
Oh, Zeke.
“What do you want me to do? Beg for your company? Relax big boy.”
He laughed, but I swore underneath that laugh, I heard relief, as if he was happy that I wasn’t unexcited.
“I’ll allow it. But it has to be in the afternoon cause I work at night. I don’t want to keep hitting you up at midnight.”
“Aw, you want me to get my beauty sleep, how romantic,” I said with a smirk.
“You don’t need it,” he said. “You’re beautiful the way you are.”
There was something about the fact that he had used the word beautiful instead of sexy that was… it was much more intimate than I thought I could handle. A part of me liked it, but a part of me—that damn rational side—said to end this call before things got awkward. It was getting to an inappropriate level of intensity for what was supposed to be something casual, and for it to be like this could not be good for either of us.
“Thanks,” I managed. “I should get to bed, though. It is pretty late.”
I wished I could stay on the phone with him longer, just to hear his voice. But that was on the caveat that we adhered to our own rules, something neither of us seemed to be doing very well right now.
“Yeah. Sleep tight.”
He winked at me. I giggled and ended the call before I could be convinced to stay on.
I was a different person around him, that much was clear. As much as I didn’t want to be, he changed me a little bit. He made me more adventurous, want to try new things, and take risks I wouldn’t have otherwise. I shouldn’t have given him that much power… but I did.
Just for a little while.
I was already half asleep but was still thinking of Zeke. I just hoped a little while didn’t change me too much.
When I woke up, I already had a text from Zeke. I was in shock that he had texted it so early. I was always under the impression that he was something of a night owl, but he had just proved the opposite with his early morning text.
He had asked me for the address, which I gave to him without hesitation. The way I saw it, the sooner he came by, the sooner we’d have the day to hook up. I got up to go through my morning routine and found another text from him about fifteen minutes after my response.
“You sleep late. I thought we could get breakfast.”
I checked the time. After eleven?!? Damn, I slept in.
I didn’t see any sign of Jenna and Marissa, so I felt slightly better that I wasn’t the last one to wake up, but it definitely was not a good sign that the biker had woken up before me and I had missed my chance for breakfast. I suppose all of the late-night phone sex calls we had made were catching up to me, but you know what? If that’s why I was falling behind on my sleep schedule and that was why I was losing the ability to wake up at a normal hour, I was pretty good with that.
“Maybe you just wake up too early.”
This time, I didn’t have to wait long for a response.
“We can have lunch then.”
I looked up from my phone and began to feel… uncomfortable. That sounded like a date, and I didn’t think this was about dates at all. Granted, I didn’t want to be rude to him, but I also worried that he wasn’t accounting for his own rules. I didn’t want to be the person who caused him to violate his own rules and resent me down the line.
“I can eat here.”
Unfortunately, as soon as I sent that text, I wished I had found a way to say that differently. I hadn’t meant it to be rude or to imply that I didn’t want to be around him. I probably could have answered that with more politeness, but iMessage didn’t give a way to just delete messages already sent from all viewers.
The dots came up as he typed… and then went away. My heart fluttered when I realized he just wasn’t going to respond, not immediately at least. I was frustrated and wondered if I had done something to end this, but… what was I supposed to do?
I started rubbing over my eyes in frustration when my phone rang. I froze. Only one person would be calling right now, and it wasn’t going to be a telemarketer.
“Sex God” flashed across the screen. I calmed myself before I answered the phone.
“That was kind of rude,” he said before I even had the chance to say hello.
Fortunately, I could hear the smirk in his tone of voice. Things were probably going to be fine, unless he was also smirking and arrogant when he was angry and pissed off.
“I um, didn’t mean to be.”
He chuckled. I could hear glasses clinking on the other end. It was kind of early to be at the club, but then again, I supposed that bikers drank at all hours of the day; they were kind of like college students in that regard.
“Well, you fucking were baby, I’m hurt.”
He laughed aloud, but I knew there was an element of truth in his words. Humor was often the mask the truth wore to be socially acceptable.
“I just…” I said, scratching my head and trying to find my words. “Look, to be honest, Zeke, I just thought this was gonna be simple, you know? Like we don’t have to do all that other stuff together, Zeke.”
The problem was that I wanted to do those things. I wanted to get to know him and spend time with him with clothes on. I woke up this morning and saw a text from him and wanted to have that excitement. I was overcomplicating things, and yet when I tried to tell myself to not do that, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had to keep him at arm’s length.
