Owned (2 page)

Oh God.

Soaked.

What the…

He was slapping his hand against my pussy. His fingers were smacking against my pussy, as if he were clapping. It became more intense and rhythmic. The feeling became predictable and welcome.

I bit my lip.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

When his hand made contact, I felt a tingle in my clit. It had become swollen, and as his hand made contact with my pussy, it sent a charge through me like electricity. He lifted his mouth from my hip.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Oh
Fucking fuck.

He slid his finger inside me. As he fingered me slowly, he blew on my pus
sy. He inhaled and blew again. As his fingers working in and out slowly, he continued to blow. I could feel my wetness down the crack of my butt. Another finger. In and out. In and out. Slow and predictable.

He blew.

In and out. In and out. His fingers slid in deep, and as he pulled his fingers out, his palm was rubbing my clit.

Another finger.

Oh please. God. I’m going to…

Cum.

Hard.

I bit my lip.

Hard.

And raised my ass from the floor.
And down. And up. And back. Up.

Oh God. Erik.

Let me scream.

I relaxed.
And came.

As his fingers slowly worked in and out, he continued to blow.

And I came. Again. And again.

His fingers slowly slid out, and he blew lightly.

His wet finger touched my chin. I raised my head from the floor, opened my mouth, took his fingers in, and began sucking them slowly.

Oh God.

Tongue.

His tongue.

His tongue began to flick against my clit. His left hand cupped my breast. Pinching. He’s pinching. He began pinching my nipple.

His tongue circling my clit, he pressed his chin hard between my legs. The pressure was an odd intensity against my pussy. His stubble was aggravating yet pleasurable. He lifted his chin and his tongue began to lick the length of my pussy. The manner that he was licking was again, predictable. I could foresee each stroke of his tongue just before he licked me.

Keep doing that....

Right.

There.

I pressed his fingers hard with my tongue as I sucked them. His tongue pressing deeper as he licked, I arched my back. As my butt came up from the floor, I lightly bit down on his fingers and I came.

I sucked his fingers harder.

And.

I came again.

I pushed my pussy against his face. He pulled his fingers from my mouth and placed his hand on my left shoulder. His fingers stopped pinching my nipple and his hand slowly worked its way to my right shoulder. He lifted his mouth from my pussy.

No…

He kissed his way up my torso.

His mouth.

Soft, soft kisses.
Our lips touching, his tongue met mine. Soft and intense, we kissed. I wanted desperately to moan. I raised my head, and pressed my mouth against his. As we kissed, he squeezed my shoulders with his hands.

As we kissed, I could smell him.
His cologne. I felt his cock against my thigh.

I want
ed him inside of me.

He moved his hand from my left shoulder. I felt him raise his hips, and I felt his hand between my legs. His finger slid back and forth along my pussy lips. I was so wet.

Oh God.

Slow, go slow.

Slowly, he slid his entire length into me. His hands on the floor beside me, his chest barely touching mine, he began to work his hips back and forth, forcing himself in and out of my wetness. As he pressed in deep, he raised his hips, grinding himself against my clit. Once again, rhythmically, he began a predictable motion. Like music, he fucked me.

In and out.
In and out. In and out. His cock filling me, stretching. God, it felt so good feeling his muscular body against me, being full of him. In and out his cock worked slowly.

His chest against mine.
Mmmmm.

His lips.

We kissed. His tongue circled my lips, licking the outside of them lightly.

In and out.
In and out.

Oh God. I need something to…

Bite.

I clenched my teeth and bit the inside of my lip. My pussy began to contract as he slid in and out. I clenched my jaw and exhaled.

And came, and came.

I raised my hips…

And an orgasm filled me. I relaxed. And. I. Came.

And as he slowly fucked me I collapsed on the floor, unable to hold my butt off of the floor.

He lowered his face to mine and kissed me softly.

And he laid his head on my chest. His breathing slowed and he remained still. I reached around his back and held him until his cock became flaccid.

He twitched.

I may or may not have fallen asleep.

And slowly, he raised his body from mine, and opened the closet door.

The light in the room was blinding. I blinked and looked into the room. Erik ducked under the clothes, and
stepped into the room. Standing naked, he held his arm out toward me. I reached out and grabbed his fingers with my hand, and he helped me to my feet.

Okay, that closet thing started out really, really weird, but it got extremely sexy real quick.

“Grab your stuff. Your pajamas, baby girl,” he said as he pointed to the closet floor.

He pulled on his jeans, buckled his belt, and inhaled. He looked up at the ceiling and exhaled.

As he pulled his shirt over his head, he took another quick breath.

“Things may be kind of crazy here for a few days. There’s some stuff going on with the club. Don’t worry. It’ll all work out, but I may be busy, and I could be in some strange moods here for a few days, we’ll see,” he reached for his boots.

After he laced up his boots, he picked up his holster and held it in his hand.

“Kiss me, baby girl,” he said.

We kissed. He hugged me. As he pulled himself away, he spoke.

“Lock the door behind me, baby girl, okay,” he said over his shoulder.

I nodded.

“Yes sir.”

And he left.

I stepped over the shoes that littered the floor and flipped the light switch.

I pulled the blankets up to my chin and stared at the ceiling, smiling.

I had no idea what was going on, but that was
not
about him, it was about me.

Exhausted, and with a clear head, I closed my eyes.

And fell asleep.

ERIK.
Trust
. You may not always be able to trust the person that you
love
, but you can always love the person that you
trust.

Love at first sight.
Love that just is.
That would mean trust at first sight.
Trust that just is.
The thought of that, to me, was foolish.

Trust
, for me, has always been a difficult thing. I have lived a life where I never really exposed myself to many people who I
had
to trust. With me, trust was something that had to be earned, and I made it difficult for a person to earn my trust. I typically tested them, giving them opportunities to make mistakes or fail me. In time, it seemed that most eventually did. The few that remained were my brothers, and I held them close to my heart.

So far Kelli had made no mistakes.

This wasn’t any form of indication that she was infallible, none of us are. But for me, everything was indicating that she was perfect -
perfect for me
. I found this to be comforting and disturbing both. Trusting that a person is and will always be
as they seem
was becoming increasingly difficult. If Kelli stayed the way that she was
now
, I could see myself being with her forever and being happy. Loving her, however, was something I wasn’t sure I could
ever
do.

Trust had to come first.

I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I looked in the mirror and inspected myself for faults. This had become somewhat of a ritual after my exercise. Not so much an inspection for reasons of admiration, but an assessment to be critical of myself, to attempt to find faults, and make corrections. Some men exercise in an effort to grow bigger, get stronger, and become more
buff.
I exercised to stay the same. I wanted the same appearance and size -
always
. Strength, to me, didn’t really matter. The amount of weight that I could bench, curl, or deadlift was never important to me, my appearance was. On this day, I found no faults in my physical appearance. 

Turning in the mirror, I studied the tattoo on my back.
Temptation
in the form of a tattoo. I knew the club would be tempted to act on the theft of Nacho’s bike. I would be tempted to act either in support of the club, or as an individual. Accepting the temptation as being just that was often difficult. As I pulled my toothbrush from the holder, I closed my eyes and quickly prayed the decision the club made regarding the crime would be what was best for all parties involved.

These last few days had been, and continued to be - a lesson in trust. Trusting in a person that came into the motorcycle club at the invitation of another member proved to be a bad decision. He had stolen a member’s bike, and made copies of keys to many of the member’s homes. One of the member’s homes had already been broken into by this individual. Now, the character of the member that vouched this person into the club was in question. Trust in the particular person that ended up being a thief was gone entirely. I had to try to trust the club to make a good decision, and trust that law enforcement would handle their end of the responsibility.

As I studied my reflection, I began to make a mental list of all of the people I had allowed into my life, and whether or not I felt I could trust them. As ridiculous as this was, I stood and struggled with almost everyone. Could I truly trust Kelli would always be there for me? Could I trust she would never have major changes in
who
she was? My phone ringing brought me to reality.

“Hello?”
I asked into the phone as I answered.

“Doc, I talked to Bone,”
Teddy rasped.

“And?”
I responded.

“He wants you to go talk to King. You know why. Bone says you can keep him grounded.
You alright with that?”
Teddy asked.

“
Consider it done. I’ll head out there as soon as I shower,”
I responded.

“Lemme know what happens, Doc - before you talk to Bone. We’re gonna meet at the shop at seven o’clock to talk about it.”

“I’ll call you when I’m done,”
I said as I walked to the bathroom.

Teddy was the world’s worst about just hanging up on the phone. When he was done talking, he just hung up. No goodbye, no see ya later, nothing. Just
click.
Over the years, I had become used to it, somewhat. I still found it to be somewhat rude and a little unnerving, but it was Teddy – and I accepted Teddy for being Teddy.

I took a quick shower and got dressed for the trip to King’s office. King had built quite a business over the years, but never really strayed from his roots. King was part Asian, part black, part Hispanic, and part white. He could fit in wherever he wanted to. He was a thug as a child, and remained a thug until he was a young adult – selling drugs and pimping women. He left the city for about ten years, and spent most of that time in prison. He learned during his time in prison how to be a thug and get away with it. He, for what everyone could see on the surface, was now a business man. Inside, he was still a thug. People rarely change.

I rode my bike into the parking lot of King’s office, and didn’t immediately see any parking spots. A quick circle of the lot produced nothing. I maneuvered through the handicap parking and onto the sidewalk. I rolled to the edge of the sidewalk, and pulled the kickstand down, leaving room for a pedestrian to walk into the office.

I walked through the front door and up to the receptionist’s desk. A young blonde dressed in business attire greeted me as I approached the desk.

“How can I help you?” she asked, exposing whitest teeth I’ve ever seen.