Vanessa
When I got home from the Four Courts Motel, I wasn’t feeling so cavalier. I kept thinking of my earlier fight with my parents. Would it somehow come back to bite me in the ass? What would I do if they kicked me out for real? Deep down, I knew things wouldn’t be that bad. After all, I was paying for my own apartment with a scholarship stipend and money I’d saved up from working during my first two years of school. But I’d never really been on my own. After all, my parents had helped me find my apartment, and given me their approval to move out of their house.
I was twenty-one, I didn’t have to answer to anyone, including my parents.
Except that I still felt like I wanted to make my parents happy. That was sort of the goal all along: be a good girl, make my parents proud, get married and then turn into them. But I hadn’t ever felt like I’d turn out the same way as my parents. Mom just hadn’t wanted the same things out of life that I did.
I was just nervous they’d still be around when I got back. Thankfully, the apartment was empty. Not even Kimmy was home—like that was some surprise. But the suitcases were gone and my sheets had been washed and folded on top of my bed. A streak of irritation went through me. They couldn’t even have bothered making my bed after throwing me out of my own room?! But then I realized I was mostly just glad to be alone. I flopped down on the bed and fell asleep.
“Vanessa,” Cade said with a grin. “I’ve been waiting for you. Come with me.”
I frowned as he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and tried to tug me forward. “Cade? What’s going on? I thought you were supposed to be meeting me in secret.”
“Babe, that’s all over now,” Cade said in a soothing tone. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, pressing his lips against mine. The kiss felt sensual and real and I moaned into his mouth as his tongue slipped between my lips. “We’re the real thing,” Cade whispered. He trailed his hands down my back and squeezed my ass hard. It hurt, but it also felt good, and I found myself wriggling against Cade and squirming into his touch.
“Cade, shouldn’t we go somewhere more private?” I looked around and discovered that we were in the Bleeding Prophets clubhouse, where we’d first met.
Cade grinned. “Honey, once we go public, we don’t ever have to sneak around again.” He winked at me. “Besides, I gotta give these men a little show, don’t I?” He slipped his hands up my shirt and squeezed my breasts. “I love your tits,” Cade whispered into my ear. I felt both vulgar and aroused. “They’re so perfect.”
“Cade, I don’t know about this,” I said, wriggling and twisting away. There was hooting and laughter around us and when I opened my eyes, I was horrified to discover that Cade and I were standing in a sea of Bleeding Prophets. They were staring and leering and laughing as Cade groped me. When I tried to push him away, Cade just gripped me more tightly.
“Come on, baby, loosen up,” Cade cajoled. “They come with me, honey, it’s a total package.”
I bit my lip. “I don’t know,” I said softly. “I mean, what if they don’t like me?”
Cade chuckled. “It don’t matter,” he said in a way that sent a chill down my spine. “I like you, and that’s what counts. Isn’t that right, guys?”
The rest of the Bleeding Prophets cheered and whistled. I felt more and more uncomfortable with each passing second, but I tried to trust Cade. After all, he knew what he was doing. He was appreciated by the men. So they’d have to trust him, I rationalized. I was going to be okay. Everything was going to be just fine.
Cade pressed his lips against mine in a passionate kiss and pulled me close. I tried to pull away but the thrill of his skin against mine was too much to resist and before I knew it, I was closing my eyes and moaning as he sucked on my lower lip. I could feel myself getting aroused and it felt like my pussy was thumping inside of my panties. Suddenly, I wanted Cade to touch me there. I no longer cared that we were surrounded by his motorcycle buddies, I just wanted him.
“Cade,” I moaned in his ear. “I feel so hot!” The room wasn’t overly warm but my skin was starting to break out in a delicate sweat. I was itching to take my clothes off. Cade slipped his fingers under my shirt and pulled it over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra and the cool air on my breasts felt heavenly. I could feel my nipples beginning to stiffen as Cade reached down and fondled me.
“You are so sexy,” Cade groaned. He got down on his knees and pressed his head to my chest, licking and sucking at my nipples until I thought I was going to die from arousal. Feelings of intense pleasure coursed through my body and I closed my eyes and threw my head back, fully intent on enjoying every ounce of the delicious sensation. I was barely aware of Cade’s hand slipping lower and lower until it was nudged crudely between my legs. I was wearing jeans but the material felt thin, and as Cade began to rub at my crotch with his hand, I moaned and spread my legs.
Some of the Bleeding Prophets watching us let out a loud cry and cheers of excitement. But now, unlike before, it actually kind of turned me on to know that they were watching. Before I could think about what I was doing, I slid my hands down my body and fumbled with the snap on my jeans, tugging them down my hips and stepping out one leg at time. Cade looked up at me with a sexy, mischievous grin on his leonine face.
“You wanna be my little slut?” Cade winked at me and my heart melted. I nodded as he grabbed my thighs and spread my legs far apart. “You wanna show me how much you want me?”
I grinned and slid my fingers down my bare body. I was used to touching myself, but never like this. My own touch felt almost alien to me, sexy somehow. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of my soft fingertips gliding down my skin. I’d never understood how people could find masturbating sexy, but all of a sudden, I thought that I was starting to finally get it.
“Show me,” Cade whispered. He stood up and kissed me deeply, licking my lips with his tongue. “Show me exactly how you want me.”
I swallowed hard and nodded my consent. Cade took my hand and led me over to the corner of the room, where a bright red velvet couch had been placed. He gently shoved me down on the couch and kicked my legs apart at the knee. Everyone in the room turned to look at me and I felt myself blush painfully red. I was so aroused that I could feel my clit throbbing between my legs, like something independent of the rest of my body, something that needed pleasure to survive.
“Touch yourself,” Cade instructed.
I blushed and bit my lip. “Everyone’s watching me,” I said softly.
Cade stepped in front of me. His lean, muscular frame wasn’t all that wide, but I could sense that he was trying to block me from the worst of the onlookers. His protection made me feel safe again, and I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as I let out a soft little sigh. Cade wrapped his fingers around my wrist and slid my hand down my body. At first, I hesitated and he had to drag my hand. But as soon as my fingers skidded through the soft, moist pubic hair at the front of my body, I relaxed. This was just me—I knew what I felt like. I didn’t see how it could be so sexy for Cade to watch, but then again, there were a lot of things about sex that I didn’t understand.
“Now play with yourself,” Cade ordered in a soft whisper. I began to move my fingers against my soaked crotch. I discovered after a few seconds that rubbing gentle circles around my swollen, wet clit felt heavenly and I spread my legs and put each foot up on the couch. Moaning loudly, I took a deep breath and rubbed myself furiously. I saw stars behind my eyes as I could feel my clit pulsing with each delicious movement and I never wanted the pleasurable sensations to stop.
Something warm slid into my pussy and my eyes bulged open. Looking down, I realized it was Cade’s finger. He was down on his knees in front of me, wriggling his hand against my crotch and staring at me with one eyebrow raised. The sexy, dominant expression on his face was almost enough to make me come and I shuddered with arousal as Cade slipped a second finger inside of me. The room around me disappeared as my pleasure built and built and I let out a wild scream, thrashing around on the couch as I felt a powerful orgasm overtake my small body.
“That’s it,” Cade said in an encouraging tone. “That’s right, show everyone how hard my little girl can come.” His words were sexy to me and I felt my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm. “Come on, Vanessa, come for me,” Cade hissed. My body shook with the effort.
As I was still trembling, I pulled my wet fingers away from my crotch. Before I could close my legs and sit up, I realized that everyone in the room was coming closer. A cold stab of fear pierced my belly and I stared up at Cade in surprise.
“Cade, what’s going on? Why are they all walking so much closer to me?”
Cade shook his head and stroked my hair. “Don’t worry, baby, they just want to taste you,” he said softly. “I’ll make sure you stay safe.”
“No!” I closed my eyes and tried to leap up from the couch. I couldn’t see what had happened to my clothes—someone had obviously taken them away from the room. “No!” I cried out again, and covered my naked body with my arms. “Cade! Help!”
“Shh, Vanessa, calm down,” Cade said. He wrapped his hand around my arm and held me firmly on the couch. “Everything’s gonna be okay. They’re my brothers, they get a crack at you when I’m finished.”
“But you’re not finished!” My voice grew higher in pitch as the fear rose in my belly. I felt nauseous, suddenly, and all traces of sexual arousal vanished. “Help! Cade! Help!”
The men were stepping closer and closer with leering grins on their wide, dirty faces and I felt panic, cold and real, grip the base of my spine.
“Vanessa, it’s fine,” Cade said in a soothing tone.
As the first of the men grabbed me, I let out a loud, high scream. “Let me go! Let me go!” Cade held me down as they stepped closer and put their hands all over my body. I was thrashing and struggling but it was no good. Finally, one of the men put his hand over my mouth and I realized that I couldn’t breathe.
When I woke up, my body was covered in a cold sweat and my hand was stuffed down the front of my panties. Fuck! What the heck was that stupid dream for?