GINA

 

I was a sucker for the club members in this town. I didn’t know what it was. The hot ass leather kuttes. The tattoos all over their skin. Maybe it was the fact that they rode around the streets with a confidence no one else in the city had. I could fall for them easily.

But Dorian… Dorian was different. Other bikers might have been able to bend me over for one night but I would do it for a man like Dorian every night.

He had it all. The leather. The tattoos. The tan skin. Those striking gray eyes of his. Even the way he combed his hair. Oh, and then there were the muscles. A lifetime of working on a farm and on the football field and then out on tour with the military would do that to you. Now he was saving lives as a firefighter. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

I wanted to do everything I could to make him happy and I knew he would do the same for me.

Seeing the frustrated look in his eyes, I also knew that I would have to be there for him tonight.

“Stephanie doesn’t remember anything,” he said. “Just some bald guy that had a disagreement with Nate. That’s when he stepped outside and never came back.”

“Maybe you can check the security footage to get a better look at that guy.”

“No chance. Cops swiped that footage as soon as it happened. It wouldn’t do much anyway. Having footage of some guy having an argument with Nate wouldn’t tell us who he was. He’d just be some stranger.

“Strangers shot up the clubhouse. The club is getting hit from all angles and we don’t know where it’s coming from.”

Dorian sighed a deep breath and leaned back on my couch. We sat in the silence of my apartment. All of the stress I knew he was feeling made me uncomfortable.

I reached a hand up and started massaging one of his broad shoulders.

“You don’t have to do that,” he said.

“Why not? Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Now’s not the time to feel good.”

“Dorian…”

I slid my hand down his shoulder and over his muscled chest. My fingers felt his hard abdomen even over the fabric of his shirt. I kept moving my hand down, biting my bottom lip to hide my grin.

Dorian peeked his eyes open and looked at me.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re stressed, babe… Why don’t you just relax?”

He sighed a soft breath through his nose. I didn’t know what he was going through but I felt helpless knowing that I couldn’t do much to help him. The least I could do was to try and help him get his mind off things.

I shifted my gaze down between his legs and started unbuckling his belt. He didn’t resist when I unzipped his jeans down. I tugged his jeans to his ankles then stroked his hard cock through the fabric of his underwear.

I reached my other hand up and pressed it to his chest.

“Just relax,” I whispered. “Let me take it from here.”

I pushed him back into his seat. Dorian closed his eyes and rocked his head back. I turned my attention completely to the cock swelling in my palm.

Dorian worked out every single day. Everything about him screamed it. His body was built for the kind of physical labor it took to be a firefighter. I enjoyed satisfying him more than he enjoyed it.

I pulled his underwear down and let his cock spring free. He inhaled a sharp breath. His balls tightened up against his body.

A few pumps revealed a drop of precum on his tip. I lowered my head down and licked his head. It pulled a sigh from his lips and a shudder from the rest of him.

“Just relax,” I whispered onto his cock.

I let him feel the warm breath of my mouth for a second on his head. Then I sealed my lips around it. I stuck my tongue out and licked the side of his shaft as I proceeded to lower myself down on him.

Dorian wasn’t just long. His thick cock never failed to amaze me. I even amazed myself at being able to take it between my lips. I kept moving down until his tip hit the back of my throat. I opened wide and swallowed him. His cock throbbed against my tongue.

One long, slow slurp was enough to get him excited. He was primed and ready for me.

I started slow, bobbing my head up and down so that I could cover every inch of his shaft. My spit dripped down the sides of his length and gathered around the base of his cock. The messy sound of me sucking and swallowing him grew louder. A wet mouth and a pulsing cock made a sound that was unmistakable.

Dorian got even more worked up. His hips shifted. A hand found its way into my hair. He moved in a slow, controlled rhythm, pushing his cock into my throat. I opened wide and swallowed to accommodate him.

I pulled off of him just to get him to continue to relax.

“Just relax, babe… Do whatever you want… Take your mind off of it…”

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His hand in my hair and my face back on his cock said more than words ever could.

Dorian forced me to choke on him. Then again, he couldn’t force me to do something I wanted to do. The feeling of having trouble breathing. Vision blurry with watery eyes. Spit dripping down my chin. Heart racing. Sweat pouring. I lost myself to Dorian’s sexual craving for me. Nothing turned me on more than knowing that he wanted me so bad.

His hips bounced up and down on the couch until he was fucking my mouth. Two hands held my face in position so that he could fill my throat.

His grunts grew louder. His breaths were deeper. I reached a hand up underneath his shirt to feel his abs. They contracted tighter and tighter, signaling that he was close. Another sweet dose of his cum was on the tip of my tongue.

I couldn’t tell him what to do with my mouth full of him. I wanted it so badly though. All I could do was moan to urge him to give it to me.

He let out a soft groan and his body seized up suddenly. He pushed his cock into my throat and held it there. His grip squeezed handfuls of hair as he started to come.

I gulped down every thick pulse of his seed. The familiar taste of him never got old. I enjoyed nothing more than knowing I was able to satisfy him in such a way. A man like Dorian wasn’t just some tattooed club member. He wasn’t just some firefighter or town hero. He was my man and making him come gave me a satisfaction I could never have with anybody else.

Dorian kept his cock in me until he started to go limp. His abs softened as he breathed deeply. He sank deeper into the couch cushion. His hands loosened on my now messy hair.

I sealed my lips around his cock and squeezed the last few drops out of him before pulling away. I gasped a deep breath and smacked my lips on the bit of him that dripped down my chin. Then I blinked my eyes to clear my vision.

Dorian sighed a deep breath and smiled softly at me. Even though he was satisfied, the frustration that was there earlier had returned. The moment of relaxation I’d given him had lasted exactly that long.

“This must be serious,” I said.

“It is. Garnet gave me a message earlier. And without being able to find anything out at Finn’s, it looks like he doesn’t have much of a choice.”

“Well, whatever it is, I’m sure that you’ll get through it.”

It was a relief to see the smile come back to his face.

“You have so much confidence in me,” he said.

“Why wouldn’t I? You remember what we went through. Nobody would have thought we’d make it but we did. We’ll do it again. As long as we’re together.”

“Together… I don’t think you’ll be able to help me this time like you did last time.”

I put my head down, still wallowing in my helplessness. A sudden hand on my chin made me raise my head back up. Dorian stared at me with a tender smile on his lips.

“I love you, Gina.”

“I love you, too.”

“When this is all over, I want to do something special.”

“Being with you is special enough.”

“Something more special. I want you to know just how much I love you.”

There was no point in arguing with him. If Dorian wanted to do something, he’d do it. He’d been doing it his whole life.

“There’s something I need you to do for me first though,” he said.

“Of course. Anything.”

“You need to find a place to stay. Somewhere safe.”

“I… I guess I could stay with Lydia and Sean. I can’t think of a safer place.”

“That’s a good idea. You don’t have to hurry just… get there as soon as you can. Wait for me there.”

“You have any idea how long this is gonna be?”

Dorian shook his head, his eyes unblinking.

“I’ll get it over with as soon as I can—”

His phone suddenly vibrated in his jeans. I reached down near his ankles where his jeans were bunched together and pulled his phone out. I tossed it to him and he read the number on it. It might have been my imagination but there was a confused look on his face.

“Hello?”

Dorian was quiet as he listened to the voice on the line.

“Who is this?”

A few more seconds passed.

“Okay… I’ll… I’ll be there.”

Dorian slowly lowered the phone from his face and stared at me.

“Who was it?” I asked.

He paused for a second before speaking.

“Get to Lydia’s place. I’ll come see you again when this is all over.”