Chapter 7
Talon
Her body was splayed out for me on a box as I pulled up a chair and sat down. Her tits were glorious, perfect little handfuls glistening in the small stream of moonlight pouring through a crack in the shed. I pulled her ass towards the edge of the box as she gasped lightly, and I pressed a small kiss to her perfect little thigh before I shushed her.
“You’ll have to keep your sounds under control,” I said. “Someone might hear us.”
Then, I slowly lifted her skirt up and slid her panties down her legs.
I allowed my lips to drift over her skin, tasting her in all the ways I only had in my dreams. My hands smoothed out along her skin while my lips approached her pussy, and in an instant, she was glistening for me. I bit and nipped, causing her to jump while she swallowed her own whimpers and groans.
I was determined to someday get her somewhere where she didn’t have to swallow the sounds I was so desperate to hear.
Finally, my tongue lapped over her slit. Her hips moved closer to my face as I grinned to myself, allowing my tongue to penetrate her folds. Her juices poured onto my tongue, causing me to groan into her pussy while goosebumps rattled down her legs.
My hands worked my pants off my legs, springing my erection free as I readied myself for her.
I sat there at the buffet of her body and devoured every drop she had for me. Her hands curled into the fabric of her skirt while her heels propped themselves up onto the corner of the box, and suddenly I had the perfect view of her pussy and her ass. I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh, feeling my cockhead dripping down my shaft while I lapped at her beautifully-swollen clit.
I worked one of my fingers into her juicy little pussy as a moan escaped from between her lips.
“You better be careful,” I said darkly. “Or you might get in trouble.”
She shivered at my words, and I groaned at the way she relented to me.
I crooked my finger against her walls before I edged in another one. She squeezed around me so beautifully while her juices coated my hand. Her hips bucked and her moans were muffled. Her clit pulsed underneath my tongue while I licked and flicked and sucked. I pursed my lips around it, pulling it between my teeth while her back arched off the boxes, and I allowed my pinky to slip into her tight little asshole as a wail left her lips.
“Shit!”
I brought my free hand up and smacked her thigh, causing her to whimper while her asshole flexed around my finger. She needed to be quiet if I was going to give her what I wanted to. The last thing I needed was someone snooping around and spoiling the supper I was eating for myself.
She bobbed and weaved, her body was responsive to everything I was giving her. The goosebumps that prickled along her body was eye candy for my vision, but I could feel her body slowly giving way. I could feel the way her asshole started swelling around my intrusion while my tongue pressed deeper into her clit.
And then, her pussy started pulling my fingers deeper as her hands wrapped around the back of my head.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Talon. Please don’t stop. Please.”
Her whispered pleas were too much for me. I ripped my fingers from her and slid her off the box, allowing her to fall right onto my cock as her forehead fell on mine. My hands slid around her body, pressing into the sensuous arch of her lower back while her pussy engulfed my cock, and soon we were rocking against one another while the pad of my thumb worked against her clit.
My lips encompassed her, swallowing her moans and groans while she shivered in my lap. My hips bucked up into hers, allowing her tits to jump against my strong chest while her hands threaded around my neck. Her pussy clamped down onto me, spilling ounce after ounce of that sweet juice I’d keep on my cock all night. I wanted to fall asleep with her scent drenching my skin. I wanted to fall asleep with the sound of my name pouring from her lips.
She kept murmuring my name into our kiss as I felt my balls pull up into my body.
I wrapped my hand around and allowed my finger to slowly work its way into her ass. She arched into me, my lips wrapping around one of her tits while I kept her lower back pressed down onto my lap. I slammed up into her one last time, releasing my come deep into her body while her pussy pulled me deeper and deeper.
Her entire body quaked with her orgasm while her tits muffled the groans of her name tumbling from my lips.
We both sat there, our sweet fluids dripping from her body as I pulled her back into me. She collapsed just as my arms threaded around her, and I held her body tightly to me while she recuperated. I sniffed her hair and kissed the side of her head, my fingertips making their way into her hair as they danced around the protrusions of her screws.
I’d fucking kill that boy if I ever found out who he was.
Slowly and gently, her heart rate steadied, and her breathing became even again. Her shaking died down, and my cock slowly shriveled up, naturally pulling itself from her body before all of those savory juices poured onto my lap. I could see her blushing from embarrassment while she tried to gather herself, but all I did was kiss her lips and smile.
“I wanna see you again,” I said.
“I’d really like that,” she said.
We finally had to clean ourselves up and head out. I took my shirt off and offered it to her, allowing her to clean up between her legs while her eyes danced around my body. I could see her eyes raking along my abdomen and studying the strength of my chest and shoulders, and I couldn’t help but grin inwardly at the way her fingertips twitched. I could tell she wanted to reach out and touch them. The muscles she was so unfamiliar with.
But I knew if she touched me, I wouldn’t be able to resist the tugging of my cock to take her again.
I put my shirt back on, secretly swimming in the fact that I would smell her all night. I tucked my cock back into my pants and put on my leather cut, hiding the wetness that soaked my side. I escorted her back to the bar, planting one last kiss upon her neck before I left her there to mingle with everyone else who wanted to see her.
Tonight I had some private business with the DEA to attend with.
Even as I rode back to my apartment, I couldn’t get Gemma out of my mind. The way she tasted was sublime, and the way she took her punishment for her sounds was nothing short of intoxicating. I wondered if I would leave some sort of handprint behind, my cock throbbing at the prospect of it as I pulled up into my apartment complex.
I made my way to my computer and sat down while Gemma’s scent wafted around my body.
For now, I needed to push her to the back of my mind. I needed to figure out this DEA shit and report back to Mac as soon as possible. I turned everything on and scrambled my I.P. addresses, making sure they wouldn’t be able to backtrack the hack.
Then, I got to work.
Firewall after firewall was broken down and password after password had to be figured out. Things had to be mirrored, and I.P. addresses had to be reassigned. I typed as fast as I could across the keyboard, trying to access the Devil Saints case file the DEA still had opened on them.
The thrill of getting closer and closer was almost as wonderful as the thrill of feeling Gemma’s pussy throbbing around my cock for the first time.
I shook the thought from my head and tried to continue working. Flags were being thrown, and I had to back out, letting a couple hours pass by before I tried again. Each attempt got me closer and closer to what I wanted, and by the time I finally got into the DEA’s system without being caught the sun was starting to pour through the curtained windows of my apartment.
And what I found was bone-shivering.
I found the Iron Souls case, and I did some checking up on Sydney. I made Hawk a promise that I would make sure she and Emery were safe, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized they were. The Iron Souls case had officially been closed out by them, especially when all they had on Sydney was the ride with the guys. There was absolutely no proof that she knew anything about their operations or their trade routes. No video surveillance. No taped communications.
Nothing. They only had her labeled as a person of interest. Nothing else.
Sydney and Emery were safe for good.
There was nothing in the file that suggested anything would backlash on The Road Rebels since Sydney and Emery set up camp here, and I knew that would please everyone. The last thing I wanted to see was Sydney pack up and leave again, especially when we’d all gotten attached to Emery. We knew if Sydney left, Hawk would go with them, and I just wasn’t willing to let my family go that easily again.
Not if I could help it.
But then I came across the Devil Saints file. It looked different than the Iron Souls one. Color-coded differently and everything. It was obviously still a pending case, which made me nervous from the get-go.
But when I opened the file, I knew I’d have to have another conversation with Calista.
The DEA was still focused on the drugs from the truck we planted at the Saints main clubhouse. There was a breakdown of the drugs chemical compounds, and there were matches that were made to previous distributors, which routed to possible cartels the Saints could be working with. The drug compound they were currently following was a cartel running itself out of Texas, and that looked to be the current lead they were taking.
But then there was a map of the route the DEA was tracking, and that route ran right through Road Rebels territory.
In fact, it ran right past warehouses and pathways we used to get our own shipments in on a regular basis.
We weren’t on their radar, but they were traveling our turf. God only fucking knew how many times those DEA thugs had passed by our place while we were holding church. Something told me Calista knew about all this. There was no way her fucking husband-- the President of The Devil Saints-- didn’t know that DEA was snooping around close by.
She kept that information from me, and I needed to know why.
I saved all the information onto a thumb drive before I closed everything down. I wiped my system and microwaved a couple of hard drives, making sure I could erase all the tracks I’d created that night to get to what I needed. I shoved the thumb drive into my pocket while everything rebooted fresh and clean, then I made a mental note to purchase two more hard drives in Devil Saints territory before I worked any more on this.
I was exhausted, and the smell of Gemma was still wafting up from my dick, but I had to deal with Calista.
I either had to figure out why the hell she hid that information, or why the fuck she didn’t know in the first place.