Torch
By the time we finally got into one of the back rooms and I had hit the button to the side of the door that would show the room as occupied and give us uninterrupted privacy, I had gotten a lock on my anger at seeing her down on her knees in front of Manos. To some extent.
I was fucking mad as hell at Manos, but I could tell from his reaction to my outburst upstairs that he thought it was fucking funny to see me go off like that. He read me right, too. I was making a claim.
But she had pissed me off, as well, putting herself in the lines of danger with Danny Fletch, Michael fucking Owen, and now Manos on top of it. What the fuck was she thinking? And why was I all of a sudden feeling so goddamned protective of her? I couldn’t fucking stand to see any man’s hands on her, was what it boiled down to. So tonight, that shit ended. Bottom line.
It was time for us to get our shit sorted, since it was clear to me that my feelings for her had tipped beyond appreciation for her lap dances. It was like she was mine, and it was time she knew it and acknowledged it.
When I closed the door behind her and leaned back against it, she turned around in the middle of the room and looked at me. “So, what now, Torch? What do you want from me? You want a blowjob? Huh? I can give you that. Make yourself comfortable, big guy. I’ll take care of you.”
Fuck. Bossy. And what the hell was wrong with her tonight? It was like she was asking to be taken advantage of, to be treated like some cheap whore, like it didn’t matter if it was Manos, or me. Man, did that piss me off. Because that’s not who she was. She was too special for that. And smarter than that. I knew it, and I knew she knew it. So this shit tonight? Did not compute.
There was something she was aiming at, and I couldn’t figure it out. I needed information, and there was only one way to get it.
“We gotta clear some shit up now, Erin. I really don’t like what I’m seein’ and hearin’ from you, and you need to understand I am not cool with it. Whatever you got goin’ on, babe, you need to tone it down. You askin’ to be raped, woman? ’Cause it’s damn near lookin’ like that. You’re playin’ with fire. I do not want to see you get burned. You hearin’ me?”
She looked down at her feet, took a moment, and nodded.
“Answer me, Erin. Do you hear what I’m sayin’?”
“Yeah, Torch, I hear you.”
“I’m not going to stand around and let that happen. Okay? Whatever is going on, I’m not going to watch you burn. You need help, you ask me for it. You need protection, you got it. You have a problem, you come to me. I’m on your side. You understand me?”
She looked me in the eyes, but I could see the wheels turning and she was uncertain. “I can’t ask you to take care of my problems, Torch. It’s kind of you to offer, but I have things I need to take care of, and nobody else can do it for me. It’s not your business. I won’t let it be. It’s mine, and I’ll do whatever I have to do to make sure it gets sorted right. That’s the only thing I need to do. That is my job, and you have to let me do it. So I appreciate the thought, but really, you gotta just let me do my thing, and whatever happens, happens.”
I shook my head. “Oh no you don’t. I’m telling you now, Erin, things changed tonight. What I saw up there…When Manos— What the fuck, Erin? You can’t be okay with that shit. That’s not you. I know that’s not you. You can’t tell me you were okay with that. And I can’t just sit back and let that shit go down with you. Fuck! I can’t stand the thought of anybody’s hands on you but mine, and you gotta make yourself okay with that new reality right the fuck now. Because that is where we are.”
Her eyes widened, and she took in my honesty by locking eyes with me and pulling her lower lip into her mouth, sucking lightly. I gave her a moment.
“You got anything to say about that, Erin? You better say it now.”
“I’m not sure what to say about that, Torch.”
“You got any objection?”
“Uh-uhn.” She shook her head slightly, in the negative.
“You got anything to add?”
She waited a moment, then stepped toward me and reached up to cup the back of my neck, pulling my mouth to hers. As soon as her lips touched mine, my control snapped and I grabbed her by the sides of her face, and immediately the shy kiss went fierce. My fingers fanned out into her hair, and I pushed my tongue into her mouth, sweeping it in search of her own. She tasted like mint and something sweet, and our breaths mixed as our tongues danced desperately. There was nothing held back. It was like we’d both been dying to do this for months and now were finally allowing our mouths to taste and suck and bite and feel with nothing held back. I bit her lower lip; she dragged it out of my mouth, smiled wide, looked deep into my eyes, then looked back at my mouth. Her gaze had gone dark, her breathing jacked, and she grabbed my head with both hands and drew me back in for another scorching kiss.
She tried to push my kutte off my shoulders, so I shrugged it off and tossed it somewhere. I pulled her top up off her torso, over her head, and threw it to the side, too.
I stripped my T-shirt over my head; she stripped off her bra. Then we crashed into one another again, skin to skin, her breasts smashed against my ribs, giving way to my hard chest. Our mouths adhered again, our tongues lashing and pushing and swirling and sucking.
I swung us around and caged her in against the wall, pushing my thigh between her legs. She caught on right away, hooking her arms around my back with her fingers grasping on to the tops of my shoulders, while she rode my leg and moaned into our joined mouths. Our breaths were starting to come short as we shared oxygen, and our teeth clashed. One of us gasped a single laugh, and then we couldn’t stop, we were both starving for more.
I’d about run out of patience. I needed to feel her wetness, smell her pussy, taste her juices. I needed to embed myself in her, mark her, take her, and know she was mine. I needed her to know it, to want it, to accept it, to love it.
I slid my hand down past the top of her jeans, under her panties to the wet heat hidden inside. She hooked one leg around my hip, giving me better access, and brought one hand down to squeeze my thick cock through my jeans.
“Fuck. Get these off.” I didn’t know if she meant my jeans or hers, so I made the executive decision that hers had to go first. I undid her button and slid down the zipper, then grabbed the waist at each side and stripped them off her, along with her panties, crouching down as I went. She held on to my shoulders for balance, stepped out of each leg, and urged me back up.
Then it was her turn; she fumbled with my belt, ripped open the button fly, and pushed my jeans down my hips. I aided the effort, getting rid of the pants with my boxer briefs at the same time, and finally we were both free of encumbrance.
My cock stood tall and strong at full attention, and she palmed it with both hands, spreading the drops of precum around its bulbous head with her thumb as her other hand gripped me firmly at the base and squeezed her way up the shaft. I groaned and returned my hand to her soaking lips, spreading her juices up around her clit, down to her hole and back, and using the pressure of my palm for her to buck against.
I had my mouth on the side of her neck, pulling the soft skin in wet suction, tonguing her throbbing pulse. I worked my way down to her chest, finally pulling one hardened nipple in between my lips, giving it a sharp bite before sucking hard and rolling my tongue around it. She moaned and leaned her elbow on my solid shoulder, unable to focus enough to support her own weight.
I released her nipple and removed myself for a moment, but she was so unstable I had to give her a moment with my hands on her hips before she clicked in that she needed to support herself again. I found my jeans, dug out the foil packet, and ripped it open with my mouth. She grabbed the condom and deftly held the tip and rolled it over my length with firm pressure. I both loved and hated the condom in that moment. Finally, I moved both my hands to her gorgeous generous ass and lifted her into position at the tip of my ready cock. Her legs wrapped around my hips and down the backs of my own. Our eyes caught and held as I pushed my way into her hot center—she was so tight, it wasn’t an easy thrust. I knew I was bigger than most, thick and long and with that big head. She needed a minute to adjust, to embrace me fully. Her breath was coming in shallow gasps, and she wiggled her hips a little, trying to force her body to get with the program faster.
“You’re fucking huge, Torch.” Her puffed lips were open, her eyes hooded with desire. She was so fucking sexy.
My blood was pounding so hard, I couldn’t think to answer. I backed out a little, and thrust forward again, gaining more ground, until finally sliding in down to my base. When our pelvises hit contact, she mewled and threw back her head in sensation.
I was finally inside. She was hot and tight and wet and sweet, and I couldn’t keep myself from growling, “Mine.”
She brought her head back to level, and her eyes flared in surprise. But I was gone; there was no stopping this train.
I pulled out of her and then pushed back in with force. “Mine.” Again. “Mine.” Again. “Mine.” Again. “Mine.”
With each thrust, she keened a little, her hips matching mine in the urgent dance. And then the keens stopped, replaced with “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” Over and over again, we pounded each other, gripped each other, inhaled each other, and devoured each other with our bodies.
I could tell she was getting close; her cries had gone all high-pitched, and her head was thrown back as she reached for it. I allowed the wall to take a little more of her weight and shifted so I could bring one hand in between us, then thumbed her clit in circles and hard taps, giving her that extra so she could get there.
Her body started to shake and with a loud, long cry, all of her tension released. She was gone, over the edge. I continued to pound into her, losing my rhythm, lost in her body, my eyes fixed on her face, on the sexy mess that our fucking brought out. Her hair was tossed all over her head and down her shoulders. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open and gasping, her skin flushed and beautiful. I felt like a fucking superhero, pounding into her softness, her tight cunt gripping me, squeezing me, sucking me, encompassing me fully.
In moments more, I felt my body surge and I let loose. With a roar I exploded inside her, my orgasm ripping through my system, and I lost all thought and awareness of the outside world. All I knew was I was where I was meant to be, buried in Erin.
# # #
After the single most satisfying ejaculation of my life, after I came back to myself and saw Erin was getting herself under control again, too, we cleaned ourselves up and got dressed to exit the club via the back door, the usual employee route.
I didn’t stop to think much about what had passed between us verbally. At some level of my consciousness, I was aware I had finally laid claim to what my body had been screaming at me for weeks: this woman was mine. I know she kept saying, “Yes, yes, yes,” but I wasn’t sure if that meant she agreed with my demand, or if she was just wanting more of my cock in her. At this point, I figured we had time to work that out; it wasn’t the most important thing to define anything tonight. I was just happy to have finally gotten in there. I hadn’t felt so good in ages.
We only saw one of my Damned Angels brothers in the back hallway, standing guard near the back door, watching as we exited the private room. He was eyeballing me something fierce, and not without amusement of his own.
“Yo, dude, see you got that pussy on lockdown, man. You gonna be buyin’ her a kutte? Or is she fair game for shares?”
Fucking Teeth. Always the fucking instigator. Kuttes were for Damned Angels MC members and their old ladies, exclusively. Taking a woman’s pussy was a far cry from making her your old lady. That was more serious than marriage, the way I saw it.
Not that Erin was just any other woman, either. She was not fair game. She was mine. I didn’t want to think it beyond that point.
So I wasn’t gonna touch Teeth’s “old lady” reference with a pole, but I also wasn’t gonna stand for any of his shit. “You keep your fucking hands to yourself, Teeth. Your face is ugly enough as it is—you don’t want my help rearranging it again.”
A quick lift of his chin at me and Erin, and he sucked in one side of his mouth. “You took the pick of the litter, dude. Can’t blame a man for tryin’. Fine piece of ass, that one.”
“I’m standing right here, and I can hear you just fine, asshole,” Erin piped up. Fucking hysterical, this woman.
I looked down at her fondly and hooked her neck with my arm, bringing her in close to my side. “Go find your own piece of ass, man. This one is gonna be busy for a while.”
Erin elbowed my ribs, apparently not pleased with my response. I moved my palm to the nape of her neck and gave her firm pressure. It seemed to do the trick, calming her. I’d probably be getting an earful later, but in public and for now, she’d behave. This was important in the MC world. Good girl. She was doing so well.
I tipped my chin to Teeth with a half-smile, and he winked at her in appreciation. We left the building.
But we were both beat, done for the night, so I walked her to her car and saw her settled inside. Remembering myself, I said, “Give me your phone.” She did, and I programmed my number and messaged myself. After handing it back, I leaned in and gave her a hard, deep kiss. “Drive careful,” I told her. Then I watched her take off, made my way to my bike, and rode home.
As soon as I got inside my place, I poured myself a healthy two fingers of bourbon on the rocks and spread out on my favorite armchair, thinking about the past few hours.
It finally dawned on me, the profundity of what had passed. From the purview of Damned Angels, I had effectively claimed Erin as my own when I took her away from Manos. So now I had to decide—and fast—how best to play this in the days ahead, how to make the most of the situation, given all that I also had going on with regard to retaliation for Franco and the problems within the MC.
I knew Erin was used to being in control and calling all the shots. I didn’t hold any illusions that tonight marked the end of her bossiness. This would have to stop. I was known in the MC as a leader; hell, I was a dominant guy by nature, and no way would I play backseat to her driver. So we had that issue to get clear. It was going to be a battle of wills.
I felt my cheeks lifting, my lips tipping up at the corners, and I realized I was looking forward to it. Damn, that woman entertained me. This was actually going to be fun.
I shook my head, realizing I had had very little going on in my world that gave me any kind of pleasure in recent months, with the singular exception of Erin. So, pain in the ass or not, I figured it was probably also going to be great for me, having her as an outlet. And not just a sexual one, because I also thrived on our verbal play. Hell, every interaction. She gave me a serious boost in energy I could use, first to revenge Franco’s death, and then either to extract myself from Damned Angels, or to lead a full-on mutiny against Slim’s inept leadership. Fuck my life, this shit was unreal. You couldn’t write this stuff.
My biggest concern with regard to Erin was keeping her compartmentalized, keeping my focus on the MC issues and on taking care of business with that asshat boss of Centerfold, Danny Fletch, that murdering motherfucker. With Erin in the picture, I’d now also have to worry about making sure she was safe from any ramifications from my actions. Fuck. It was a really fine line I’d have to walk, on all sides. I’d have to navigate carefully on all fronts, or risk getting myself—and her—entangled in the complexities, even putting our lives on the line.
But there was no other option. She’d proven to be a danger to herself tonight, with the boss-prick Fletch pimping her out, the asshat Owen going grabby, and her own antics getting too close to Manos. It didn’t add up, and she clearly had needed, and then really wanted, my protection, my body. Me.
That was something.
Too tired at this point to process anything further, I bailed and went to bed.