Taking The Heat (2 page)

As her knees bent in anticipation, I slapped the side of her ass and shoved my throbbing cock as deep as I could into her pussy. As my balls pressed against her swollen clit, I moved my stinging hand toward her head and grasped her hair in my fingers.

“Something about pulling this black hair of yours keeps my cock stiff. Maybe it’s that you can’t do a God damned thing about it because your fucking hands are bound,” I breathed as I pulled her hair tight, causing her to arch her back again.

She lifted her chest from the bed, and her monstrous dangling tits reminded me of the fun I previously had while titty fucking her. Slowly, I pulled my cock from her pussy and tugged against her hair. As she twisted her body to the right, I gave my verbal command.

“Roll onto your back. I’m going to titty fuck you while I watch you try to breathe,” I groaned.

I pressed my right hand into her left shoulder and forced her to lie on her back. After realizing she was half on the bed and half off, I slid my hands under her armpits and shoved her body onto the bed. Seeing her otherwise very attractive face covered in Saran Wrap was both satisfying and sickening at the same time. As I climbed on top of her torso, I positioned my cock between her tits. Grasping her nipples in my hands roughly, I shoved her tits together, squeezing my cock between them. As I slowly began to fuck her mounds of flesh, I lowered my head and spit between them and onto the shaft of my cock.

“Nothing like a little natural lube,” I chuckled as I began to forcefully fuck her chest.

Watching my cock work back and forth between her massive tits was a huge turn on. By itself, it wasn’t that big of a deal. Combined with the fact I was able to watch her gasp for breath as I did so made everything much more enjoyable. As the plastic wrap flexed back and forth with each breath she struggled to take, I alternated glances from her face to her tits.

As I felt my cock begin to swell, I knew I’d reached my limit.

Covering her tits in cum didn’t seem so appealing, considering all of my options. As I felt myself coming close to climax, I lifted my weight from her chest and thrust my index finger through the small slit in the mouth of her plastic binding. As I tore the hole larger, immediately she gasped for air as if she had just rose from the bottom of the ocean.

“Oh my God…” she gasped through the opening I provided.

“Not so quick,” I chuckled as I climbed atop her face.

I gripped the sides of her head with my knees and lower thighs. As I shoved my cock into the hole I had made, I began to fuck her throat. I made certain her feeble attempts to wiggle free of my breath depriving cock, certainly in an effort to get one more taste of the sweet air, were unsuccessful. As I held my cock deep in her throat, the thought of her blacking out from my cock down her throat fueled me to press even harder.

“Hold still, you big bitch, I need to cum down that throat of yours,” I growled.

As the head of my cock pressed against the inside of her throat, she tossed her long legs across the top of the comforter. I gripped her head in my thighs and watched my cock slide in and out of her plastic covered mouth. The unmistakable outline of her eyes began to become clear through the plastic as I felt myself begin once again to reach climax.

“Open wide,” I chuckled as I held my cock deep in her throat.

As I felt my throbbing shaft pump warm cum down her wet throat, I held myself firm in her mouth. Completely satisfied I had relieved myself of every last droplet of cum, I slowly lifted my weight - and cock - from her face.

Immediately, she began to gasp and cry through cum and slobber covered hole. I watched with tremendous satisfaction as she attempted to catch her breath and collect her thoughts.

“Holy…” she gasped as she rolled from side-to-side.

“Freaking…shit…”

“I almost…”

“Died…”

“Untie me…” she blubbered.

I blinked my eyes and looked down at my semi-rigid cock, “You were far from dying. Did you see how hard my fucking cock got? God damn that was hot.”

“Untie me,” she whimpered through the torn plastic.

I rolled to the edge of the bed and toppled over the end. As I stood on the floor stark naked, I gazed for a short second at her plastic wrapped head and bare body. In realizing the sexual event was over, I began to feel much more compassionate about her requests for being free from her plastic prison.

“I’ll be right back, I need to get some scissors. It’ll be safer than a knife,” I said over my shoulder as I double timed it toward the kitchen.

I grabbed the scissors and ran back into the bedroom. As I stepped to the end of the bed, I reminded her of what we had spoken of earlier, “Lay still and I’ll cut this shit off. If you thrash around, you’ll end up cut and I don’t want that, okay?”

“Hurry,” she sighed.

I slid the scissors underneath the plastic, against the back of her head, and lifted them slowly. Without much effort, the bottom blade sliced through the material, freeing her from the translucent confinement. I tossed the scissors aside and carefully pulled the multiple layers away.

“Okay, that was freaking scary,” she gasped as I pulled the material away from her face.

“If it wasn’t it wouldn’t had been such a turn on,” I shrugged as I relaxed beside her.

She rolled over on the bed and propped the side of her face against her palm, “It might have been a turn on for you, but for me it wasn’t. That shit scared me. I can’t believe I wanted to try it.”

I narrowed my gaze and studied her pale face. It seemed much whiter than before we started, “Your pussy was dripping wet. It might have scared you, but your subconscious mind loved every minute of it.”

I leaned over and hugged her, holding her until she pushed me away. As she pressed her palms against my shoulders, I gazed into her eyes.

“I love it when you screw me Toad. You were screwing me, so I loved it. That whole,” she paused and tossed her hand toward the pile of Saran Wrap.

“The uhhm…covering my mouth thing…that was just freaking
scary
,” she breathed as she shook her head.

“Well, we can add it to the list of shit
not
to do in the future,” I said under my breath.

She rolled her eyes and lifted her head from her hand, “That’s for sure. Now that I tried it for you, can we like
date
? Like be
official
?”

I sat up on the bed and stared at her as if she had just slapped me. In some respects, I suppose she had.

“Say again?’ I snapped.

“You know, be official? Like exclusive?” she grinned.

I stared at her as if she was out of her mind, “Because you
did this for me
, you think we should be exclusive?”

“Uh huh,” she nodded.

I turned my head, rolled my eyes, and stood up. I guess I should have known, regardless of the size of her tits and the fat ass she was packing, she was no different than any of the others. Facing away from her, I pulled on my jeans and buckled my belt. Still having a difficult time believing she could be
that
forgetful over what we had discussed, I glanced over my shoulder in her direction.

I raised one eyebrow in true disbelief, “You’re fucking serious?”

She nodded her head eagerly.

“What part of
I won’t be in a relationship
didn’t you understand? I didn’t say I
might
. Or
I’d consider it
. Or
if
you
do something for me
you may convince me, did I? Fuck no, I didn’t. I said, and I quote,
there is no chance we will ever be in a relationship. None.
To which you responded,
that’s okay
. I asked if you were sure. You said
yes,”
I shook my head as I scanned the floor for my boots.

“I didn’t mean to make you mad,” she whined.

I shifted my gaze from the floor to where she sat, still naked on the bed, “You didn’t. I’m not mad, I’m just done. Get dressed, I’m taking you home.”

She scrunched her brow and stared, “What do you mean, done?”

“The
done
kind of done. You know, finished? Like
over
? The
I’m taking your ridiculous ass home
kind of done. Get dressed,” I snapped.

“Toad, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” she blubbered.

“Sloan look, the last thing I need is some crazy bitch thinking I’m hers. If you’re hoping we’re going to be exclusive after the speech I gave you a few weeks ago, you’re already half way there. I’ll save
you
some confusion and
me
a hell of a lot of headaches. I’m done fucking you. And just so we’re crystal fucking clear, I’m done fucking you forever. Get dressed,” I said as I bent over and picked up my boots.

“Oh my God, like
forever
?” she screeched as she slid her legs over the edge of the bed.

“Roger that. Forever. The
forever
kind,” I nodded as I laced up my boots.

“Oh my God Toad, I didn’t mean it. I was just kidding,” she sniffled.

“Well, I’m not. Get dressed,” I said as I leaned over and picked up my knife.

While she cried and complained, she slowly found her clothes and got dressed. Disappointed somewhat at the fact I would no longer be able to explore my sexual desires with Sloan, I found a little humor in knowing more than likely one of the other Sinners would.

I realized through my mental therapy at the Veteran’s Administration that a man’s feelings become real only when shared. It would stand to reason sharing my sexual escapades with the fellas would make my feelings of satisfaction from fucking her for the last three weeks even more profound.

After hearing details of all of my sexual adventures with Sloan, one of the fellas would surely want to give her a try. Which one it might be would be anyone’s guess. Most of the men should be a little more forgiving than I was, and she may even find one who’d put up with her juvenile behavior.

As I held the front door for her, she sniveled and walked past. My patience for her behaving like a sixteen year old high school girl was wearing thin. After standing on the porch and watching her blubber as she stumbled toward the bike, I guess what little sympathy I had for her must have vanished.

“I’m sure one of the other fellas will throw you a little cock,” I shrugged as I raised my leg over the seat.

Through the sniffles and sobs, she wiped her face with the back of her hand and gazed my direction. After wiping the final tear from her face, her mouth curled into a half-assed smile.

“You really think so?” she asked in a broken voice.

“Hop on, I’ll haul you over to Corn Dog’s house right now. The Dog will fuck anything that’ll hold still long enough for him to finish,” I responded sarcastically.

“I’d really appreciate it,” she sighed as she climbed over the rear fender and onto the seat.

Holy shit, bitch. Have a little self-worth.

I reached for the hand controls and started the bike. As the sound of the engine echoed against the garage door and through the neighborhood, I stared along the driveway and realized my thoughts of women and their inability to be sexually adventurous, loyal,
and sane
were accurate.

There was no such thing.

TOAD

“Now I’m not saying this as any means of disrespect to Stacey, you all know this. But good fucking God men, I shouldn’t have to remind you of shit like this,” Axton paused and stood from his seat.

“If you’re sitting at a God damned stop light in the fucking dark, and you see the lights of some cage rolling up behind you, and the son-of-a-bitch is
coming in hot
, run the fucking stop light. Shit, you’re on a bike, fellas. There isn’t much of anything more nimble or agile than a bike. Run the fucking light, speed into oncoming traffic, ride the bastard into a ditch, but do
something
. Don’t sit and stare in your rearview mirror and wonder if that dumb drunk fucker’s gonna hit you. Because odds are if it’s three o’clock in the morning, and he’s driving the fuck around, he’s either drunk or stupid,” Axton crossed his arms and exchanged glances with most of the men.

A few days earlier, Stacey was at a red light waiting for the left turn signal, and a car rear ended him, killing him instantly. The police declared the driver drunk, and claimed he was traveling at a speed in excess of sixty miles an hour when he hit Stacey’s bike. Several times I had been in a similar circumstance, and I had sped through the red light to make distance between my bike and the dip-shit in the car that wasn’t paying attention. I believed riding a motorcycle was similar to being in combat; your head must remain on a swivel at all times.

Axton uncrossed his arms and pressed the palms of his hands onto his belt, “As you all might have guessed, the special election was called today to fix this mess in our ranks. I’m the President, so I can’t make a motion, but I’ll God damned sure entertain one if you make it. I have a Vice Presidency slot open, and a Road Captain spot I need filled. Any of you fucking brain surgeons have an idea of what I should do?”

As far as I was concerned, a man would have to search the entire earth extensively to find a person with as much heart, spirit, and compassion as Axton Bishop. He was as solid of a man as God had ever created. To an outsider, Axton might seem like a heartless prick, but to the select few who knew and understood him, he was truly a man amongst men.

“Well, none of you fuckers will probably agree, but I say we move Otis to Vice President,” Pete said under his breath.

“Speak up, Pete. You sound like an indecisive little girl,” Axton growled.

Pete fixed his eyes on Axton, narrowed his gaze, and cleared his throat, “I say we move Otis to Vice fucking President, Slice.”

“I need a motion,” Fancy sighed.

“Son of a fuckin’ bitch,” Pete rolled his eyes and pulled against his long beard with his right hand.

“I
make a motion
we move Otis to Vice God damned President,” he bellowed.

“Second,” Mike chimed.

Fancy scribbled onto his note pad and tilted his head slightly, “All in favor?”

The entire room responded, “Aye.”

“Opposed?” Fancy asked as he looked down at the pad.

The room fell silent.

Axton raised his hands in the air and shook his head, “Well fuck me running. Thanks fellas. Now I need a God damned Sergeant at Arms
and
a fucking Road Captain. We made zero progress. Why do I have a feeling we’re going to be here all God damned day?”

Otis turned to face Axton, “Boss, I’m all for moving into the VP spot, but I can’t say I’m real comfortable leaving my position of SAA before I know who’s filling it.”

Axton lowered his hands and crossed his arms in his signature pose, “I’ve got to agree with you, Otis. There’s a clear problem now with you as Vice President. At least in
my
opinion, there’s only one motherfucker who I’d trust to do what needs done in the SAA position. Feel free to correct me if you think I’m wrong, but remember, I can’t make a motion or influence your vote.  Let me refer to the bylaws in an effort to remind you pricks of the duties of the Sergeant at Arms.”

Without a doubt, every man in the club respected Axton. A good percentage of them feared him. Almost all were intimidated by him, and I’d never seen one man clearly oppose him. He reminded me of a Marine Corps Drill Instructor. Intimidating as hell, and never had to demand respect; he earned it through his actions and the respect he gave the men who respected him.

“You can read all that precedes this if you want,” Axton hesitated, turned toward the wall, and began to read from the posted bylaws.

“The Sergeant at Arms is responsible for the safety and security of the club, as well as
the protection and defense of all club Members and Prospects
. He shall keep and maintain a record of all data pertinent to the safety and security of the club, its Members and Prospects. Upon becoming aware of any real or perceived threat to the club, its Members, Prospects, or events, he shall immediately notify the Executive Committee of that information,” he slowly turned and faced the somewhat somber group.

“Who here is mean enough, tough enough, and has not only the heart, but the
ability
to protect this entire group of men?” Axton raised his eyebrows and waited for a response.

I gazed down at the toes of my boots, feeling somewhat uneasy about Stacey’s death, Axton’s frustration, and the fact I didn’t necessarily trust
my
protection and defense in the hands of anyone except Axton, Otis, or myself.

“I make a motion we move the Marine into the Sergeant at Arms spot, Slice. He’s the only one big enough and tough enough to fill the shoes. Well, besides you and Otis,” Mike offered.

I glanced upward. Axton shrugged his shoulders in an exaggerated fashion as he shook his head, “Jesus H Christ. I swear to God almighty. I need a fucking
motion
and a God damned
name
. Come on, Mike.”

“I make a motion we move Cambini Toad-a-relli or whatever his fucking name is, otherwise known as
Toad
, who’s the only fucking Marine in the club to Sergeant at Arms,” Mike grunted as he raised his hands into the air.

It’s Cambio Todelli, but you were close
.

“Can I get a second?” Fancy asked.

It seemed as if the entire room responded, “Second.”

Fancy scribbled onto his notepad, “All in favor?”

“Aye!”

I gazed at Axton, who now stood fifteen feet from me with a grin on his face. He rarely smiled, and when he did, there was no hiding the fact he was either amused or extremely satisfied. I hoped his smile was one of sheer satisfaction. I inhaled a shallow breath, lowered my cupped hands along the seams of my jeans, and stood proud as I waited for someone to oppose the motion.

“Opposed?” Fancy asked.

Complete silence.

“Well, I feel better about the welfare of my beloved Sinners. Welcome to the Executive Committee, Toad. Now all we need is a Road Captain,” Axton sighed as he extended his hand.

As I gripped his hand in mine, I bit my lower lip slightly and gazed beyond Axton and toward the group. Without a doubt, I’d never let any harm come to the club, the club’s welfare, or any of the Members or Prospects. Although I was appreciative and humbled by the motion and the expressed opinion of the club in voting me into the Executive Committee, I didn’t dare show it. Being in the club was similar to being in the military or in doing a stint in prison. Showing emotion was a perceived as a sign of weakness. I released my grip on Axton’s hand, crossed my arms, and stood stone faced as if I didn’t give two fucks about the promotion.

Nothing could have been further from the truth.

I felt as if I was finally where I belonged. Protecting those who were incapable of protecting themselves was what my family had practiced for centuries. I came from a long line of Todelli’s who had risked their lives to make sure the incapable or unwilling didn’t have to stand up against a potential foe. As a US Marine, I risked my life to protect my brothers and preserve this country. For the club, I would certainly do the same. As any former Marine knows, there are no
former
Marines.

Once a Marine, always a Marine.