“No handsome, I would just like to get to my hotel room before I climb your body. Tell me how to get on your motorcycle without baring myself to the neighborhood,” I tell Whiskey hoping he takes a hint. I want us to happen now. Whiskey gets on his motorcycle and takes my hand and then kisses it. I don’t think this is something he would normally do. He doesn’t seem the sweet type to me.
“I like an impatient woman when it comes to sex. We are going to have one long night.” Whiskey pulls my hand to his shoulder and I watch him get on the bike, so I know how it’s done.
I need to throw my leg over the bike like getting on a horse, but I have a problem with that. My dress is too damn short. “What are we waiting for?” I take a step back and pull my thong down my legs and step out of it. I don’t want that thing getting in my way and then I pull my dress up a little and do just as I watched Whiskey do by holding onto Whiskey’s shoulder. I try to keep from flashing anyone too much but if anyone is standing in the shadows, they just got a show of everything I have. I try to slide up close to Whiskey to cover part of myself.
I hear the man growl and he reaches one hand back and pulls me closer. “Red, I don't think I can handle more than one night with you.” I hug him from behind. “Hold on tight, I don't want to break anything hanging loose.” I can't hear anything after that, his motorcycle is loud. When we leave the parking area, I feel free. I can breathe without pain. I know tonight is happening just like it should.
Chapter 2
Grinder
Red has my head all over the place and if I was a better man, I would send her away and take some damn barfly back to the filthy motel I had been staying in the last week. We would fuck until morning and then maybe I would make the ride back to the clubhouse, but I'm not a better man. I'm the enforcer for Deacons of Peril Motorcycle Club. I just finished a job up for the club and stopped in at the bar to have a few drinks and pick up a woman for the night. I walked around to scope out the place but didn't see a woman that held my interest until my eyes landed on Red. I watched one man approach her table, but she sent him away after a few minutes. She watched the room like a predator; the thought almost made me laugh. I couldn't tell her height, but it doesn’t matter. Short or tall, I love them all. I'd bet my left nut that the red hair on her head didn't match the hair on her pussy. It’s hot but seemed off. She sipped her soda and looked at every man around her, but I guessed this wasn’t her normal. She didn’t seem the barfly or lush type and she wasn’t a club girl. She held herself with class but not like some snooty bitch. The dress she’s wearing is sexy enough, but she didn’t seem comfortable in it. I watched another man approach her, she smiled as if on cue, but that smile didn’t reach her eyes. The man sat down but didn’t stay long. The woman never got up to even go to the bathroom. Isn’t that something women usually do? I looked in the woman’s eyes or the best I could see from that distance and she had a sadness about her. She fidgets with her dress and I saw her tits are more than a handful. They’re smaller than what I'm usually attracted to but like my old man used to say ‘anything over a mouthful is a waste’. My preference is larger. I paid for my wife's DDs and Candy the club girl I keep around are natural. Yes, I'm that guy most women hate or the good ones anyway. I have a wife and she's a damn good wife and mother to our son. Deidra changed when she became a mom and I’m a man with a big sexual appetite. I can't fuck my woman on a schedule and the bitching can become unbearable. I know excuses, but it is what it is. Deidra says if I don't flaunt my extramarital escapades, and they don't come back to slap her in the face she'll accept it. She offered it if I keep the green flowing through our bank account. My wife has expensive taste. We’re not perfect but it works. Candy is the club girl I go to most the time when I need a little extra on the side or I just want a hard fuck. She knows her place. She keeps her mouth shut and when Deidra decides to come to the clubhouse, Candy makes herself scarce. I know that makes me an asshole, but if my wife is on board with it then no one else has shit to say about it. Hell, some of the brothers have a wife, an ol’ lady and a little something on the side when the need hits. I should be a happy man, but I'm not. Deidre's wrapped up in her role as a mom and that's a damn good thing, but she also cares about appearances. She’s already talking about adding to our family and getting a bigger house. That shit wears on a man. Then when it comes to Candy, she wants my patch. Not happening—my wife doesn’t wear my patch—no one does. Deidra refuses and Candy wants to dig her nails in. A night of being with a woman that expects nothing from me is exactly what I need.
I have let Red have her way but stuck to my guns on what’s important. I just hope I don't regret it all when morning comes. I have let Red know that this is one night and I have nothing to feel bad about when I walk away in the morning. I haven’t given her any promises I'm just going to break. The ride back to her hotel is a short one and the only thing I can think about is her bare pussy that she gave me a glimpse of when she took her thong off. Crazy ass woman. I almost swallowed my tongue when she pulled the thing down her shapely legs. I’ve seen a lot in my twenty-four years but that was the most erotic for some reason. I could have fucked Red over my bike right then, but I don't think she is ready for that kind of wild just yet, maybe someday with someone else. He’ll be one lucky bastard, but he won't be me.
I wait for her to get off my bike and then I do the same. We don't say a word as we walk into the hotel and get on the elevator. I notice all the surveillance cameras and try to avoid giving a full face shot to any of them, better safe now than sorry later. I have no warrants on me that I am aware of but trouble either follows me or I'm running its ass down. The elevator doors open on the second floor; this place is nice, too nice. I feel something is off and I know I won’t be staying here all night. I’ve already lied to the woman. Red and I can have some fun but when she goes to sleep, I will be out of here. I never stay anywhere that I feel uncomfortable; that's how you wind up dead by not going with your gut.
Red stops in front of the room and takes her card and swipes it. As soon as we're inside, I'm taking Red’s mouth. It’s not a sweet kiss but an all-consuming one and I’m in complete control. Red’s taste is like a burst of cinnamon mixed with whiskey. It’s intoxicating and I want more. I feel her hand move to my chest as she pushes me lightly. I step back and we are both gasping for air. Red shuts the door and then steps up to the lock and makes sure we are locked in. I can’t take it anymore. Everything about this woman is telling me to take her. I don’t have the will to fight it anymore. I twirl Red around, so she is facing the wall again.
“Hands on the wall Red, I hope you don’t love this dress.” I don’t even hesitate a second before I grab hold and rip the dress from her body. I reach around her body, enjoying the feel of her silky skin against my rough hand and take her tit in my hand and feel her pebbled nipple. I caress the firm breast and then take her nipple between my two fingers and work it into a tighter nub paying special attention to the tip. I spread her legs a little with my foot and her body follows my lead. I glide my hand down her slightly rounded belly and further to her smooth pussy. I want to tear my clothes off and fuck her hard against this wall, but I remember it’s been a while since she’s had sex and I am not a small man. I need to make sure she is ready for me. I know once my cock is inside this woman all my control will be gone.
“Whiskey Rider, if you touch me in my hot spot, I am going to ignite, and I don’t think my legs will hold me so unless you can hold me up and take me at the same time then we need to move this to the bed,” Red says in a deep husky voice.
“Red, it’s called a clit, not a hot spot, and I’m not taking you, you’re going to be begging me to give my cock to you. We can move it to the bed but don’t get comfortable there. Are you on the pill? I want to feel you bare.” I step back from Red so she can turn around. She is nodding her head so I take that as a green light. I take my cut off and place it on the chair behind me and then toe off my boots as I am yanking my t-shirt over my head
. Red reaches for my belt and loosens it. I am counting in my head to try and keep some restraint. Red manages to undo my belt and gets my jeans unzipped. I help pop the button open. Red kisses down my stomach as she is sliding my jeans down. She’s timid but then I feel her tongue slip out and my body is on fire with need. Her tongue is sliding as my jeans are going down. I am commando so as soon as she slides my jeans down my hips my hard-as-steel cock pops up. Red does not disappoint me as she glides her tongue around the head of my cock; when she takes it in her warm mouth my eyes roll back in my head. I want to shoot my wad down her throat now but I grab Red by the back of her neck with slight pressure and pull her up my body and take her mouth. She still has the taste of my pre-cum in her mouth and the taste of us together is a musky sweet taste that is a unique flavor all on its own. I could get drunk on it.
I pull slightly back and while I bend so I can push my blue jeans the rest of the way off, I take Reds nipple in my mouth and suck ever so lightly while twirling my tongue around it. I hear a moan escape Red, so I lightly nibble and nip the tip. Red’s back arches so I give the other nipple the same attention. I get my jeans off and grab Red’s ass and lift her as she climbs my body and wraps her legs tightly around me. It’s only a few steps to the bed and I nail Red’s back to the bed. I run my tongue up the side of Red’s neck and give her a small love bite and she grabs my ass trying to get me closer to her heat.
“You taste like the sweetest candy I have ever tasted Red. It’s dangerous for a woman to be so fucking sweet.” Red’s nails are raking my ask cheeks.
“Fuck me already. I need it, please.” Red voice is so low, she’s almost purring.
“What happened to the lady now? I told you that you would be begging me, and I am a man of my word.” I move my hand between us and feel just how wet she is. When I start to circle her clit with my fingers, Red tries to pull me closer to her and I feel her legs squeeze me tighter. I move back a little from her and she’s trying to not let me go but I need to see the beauty of this woman’s body and see the need in her eyes. I sit back on my calves and spread Red out in front of me. Her shyness is gone. I reach for her tits and knead them slowly with my hands and then bend done and kiss her nipples one at a time. I sit back up and rub my hands down her sides and stomach. I see a tattoo of two red roses on her rib cage close to where her heart is. On her pale skin, it stands out and it’s exotic looking on her—she doesn’t look the tattoo type. I keep rubbing and giving her soft touches and I see a small scar on her belly. Its pink also contrasts with her white skin. Her pussy is swollen and begging for attention. I wipe my finger through her glistening wetness and spread it to her clit, where I rub firm circles around the hardened nub, then I insert one of my fingers, slowly at first, and she’s tight, so fucking tight. My cock wants to feel it. I add another finger and pick up speed. I feel her muscle flutter and I know she’s close. I take my fingers and grab my cock at the base. I rub her fluid from my finger onto my cock and my head is sensitive to my own touch. I go up on my knees and position the tip of my cock at her entrance. Red tries to move to get more. Oh baby, you have no idea what you are going to get. Each attempt she has made to reach for my cock I have moved her hand away. I have been patient so far and I’ve tried to keep myself from fucking Red like a damn club girl but I can’t wait any longer.
“Please, Eli, make the ache in me go away. I need you.” I look at Red’s lust-filled eyes and I hear the need in her voice. I work the head in slowly and give it a couple of short strokes.
“Brace yourself.” That’s the only warning that Red gets. I let myself go. I slide in the whole length of my cock and try to still myself, but I can’t. That isn’t the man I am. I withdraw myself and slam back in; I don’t hesitate. I hear Red moaning and she has grabbed my ass again. I set a relentless rhythm. Red is so damn tight, and her cunt is sucking the cum right out of me. Her pussy is like a nirvana I never want to come out of. I feel the muscles of her pussy clamp down on me and I swear my eyes roll back in my head. My balls tighten and I shoot cum up into Red. Red’s orgasm keeps sucking me in more and I can’t stop my seed from coming out in spurts. I try to keep most of my weight off Red while enjoying the pleasure that we share. Red has gone lax and I feel depleted, so I roll us over on our sides. I push Red’s hair off her face, and she has a flushed look on her more relaxed face. I watch her eyes, but she won’t meet mine. I know she is feeling guilt and I knew this would happen, but I’m not ready to give Red up yet.
“Red Rose, that was something else.” Red’s eyes come to me and I know she knows what I mean and I know that’s why she feels guilty but then I see the determination in her eyes that she had earlier tonight.
“Well Whiskey Rider, why don’t we go and get that shower I want to share with you and then we can make it even more spectacular.”
I laugh. “That’s what I like about you Red, always setting higher goals. I think I’m up for the challenge, but this comforter is going to need to come off this bed before we’re back in it.” That makes Red laugh. Red rolls out of my arms and gets up and walks into the bathroom. I thought she would be embarrassed by the mess or walking around naked, but nothing seems to faze her. I know as soon as she is asleep tonight I’ll be out of here. Red is too easy to get along with and her body is like a siren calling to me. I need out of here soon. I’m a man that listens to my gut and my gut is screaming at me right now. We’ll enjoy each other a few more times and then it’s time to go.
“The water is ready and so am I. I started without you,” I hear Red yell. What man could pass up that invitation? I get out of the bed and yank the comforter off and toss it in the corner and then turn the bed back. Always prepared.
Chapter 3
Jenna
I am half awake, but still drowsy. I feel a chill and my eyes fly open a crack. I fell asleep. I just wanted to rest my eyes last night and I shut them for just a second. A quick look tells me I’m alone in bed. It's light outside; I can see the light coming from between the curtains on the window across from the bed. I listen for sounds in the bathroom, there are none. I look at the clock and it’s almost nine. The last thing I remember last night was the sex in the shower and then another romp on the bed. I sit up and look around the room and all Whiskey’s things are gone. I get out of bed and I feel the soreness in my body. I go in the bathroom to take care of my business and then walk back out to the window and Whiskey’s motorcycle is gone. I breathe a little easier. The memories of last night flood my mind. Whiskey kept his promise to me and left me with memories of many orgasms and then walked away this morning. The man has skills when it comes to knowing how to satisfy a woman. Chase and I had an active sex life, but it was sweet, and Chase was a gentle lover. Whiskey had no gentleness in him. He commanded my body and I had no choice but to respond with an unabandoned fiery lust. There were no ‘I love you’ or sweet promises whispered in my ear, only raw animalistic sex, and I loved it. I feel guilty even comparing Chase and Whiskey. Chase was mine and we loved each other but Whiskey will never be my man and that’s the way I planned it. To keep that plan on schedule I just need to shower and get checked out of this hotel and out of this town.
Whiskey nor anyone else will ever know the great lengths I have gone to, to make my life to have focus again. I hurry and put everything back in my suitcase except what I need to shower and the clothes to wear for the day. I look out the window one more time to make sure Whiskey isn’t waiting on me to exit the hotel. I'm not sure why I'm so paranoid. Whiskey left me sleeping in the bed as he slipped away without even a note. He did exactly as he said he would. Whiskey may think he’s not a decent man, but I know he’s a good man.
I tear myself out of my thoughts and go back in the bathroom start the water and step in the shower. The warm water feels good on my body. I think over the way I have planned everything out, making sure I haven’t left anything out. I checked into the hotel with a fake driver’s license and a prepaid credit card. The private investigator that I put on retain
er told me this was the easiest way not to be traced. Mr. Jinks, the private investigator, isn’t cheap, but he’s good at what he does. He put me in touch with the man that made my fake license. He doesn’t know my entire plan, but I trust him. I finish taking my shower as thoughts run through my head. I need to get out of here. I don't even take the time to blow dry my hair before I check out. I get in the rented car and drive straight to the airport to fly back home.
The waiting for my flight seems endless but I’m finally seated on the plane and my nerves have subsided. I know my plan isn’t perfect and some would even call it cruel, but no one will be harmed. Whiskey won’t have his life interrupted by the need to care for a child he never expected or planned for. I will have a file from Mr. Jinks in case there’s a medical issue with my child if by chance I did get pregnant. I will love this child enough for two parents and I will start to live my life again while holding onto my precious memories of Chase and our daughter mixed with my thoughts of my one night with Whiskey Rider.
No one will ever know that I researched a sperm donor and it seemed a cold process to me with too many possibilities that I wouldn’t even be a viable candidate. I read all of the success stories and I’m happy for the parents that it helped but I also read the stories that weren’t successful and how some families didn’t make it through the process intact. It’s a stressful process just like infertility. I went to a doctor and I have taken the steps to make sure I was my most fertile and this weekend was the target time. I pray it worked because I don’t think I could go through with this again. This process has taken a toll on me and I still have so much to do. I just keep thinking one step at a time. I take a deep breath and shut my eyes. I just need a short nap to regroup and this plane ride should do the trick.
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