“Yes, here, as in the back of the van. If we try and turn around we will draw attention. If that guy in that cruiser is with Frank, we don’t want him spotting us and calling him.”
Running my hands through my hair I growl, frustrated. “I really do have to pee, so you’re going to have to turn around and make a scene anyway.”
Zeek bends down, fishing something from the floorboard.
“Use this.” He hands me a mostly empty Gatorade bottle.
“What am I supposed to do with this?” I ask taking it from him.
“We ain’t moving from this spot, and you got to pee, so…” He nods toward the bottle, and my eyes flare when I realize what he’s suggesting.
“You want me to pee…in this?” I deadpan.
A sly smile crosses his face.
Scowling I shove past him, and head into the back of the van to pee.
Zeek
“CAN YOU AT LEAST take the cuffs off?” Jillian huffs from the back of the van.
“No. Last thing I need is you to run out there and make us both a target.”
“Gaaaah!” she growls, throwing shit around in anger.
“We tried it your way, the nice way. Remember that? Then you fucked me over, and ruined that trust between us. Therefore you stay in the cuffs until I can trust you again. “
“Fuck you. You’re just a controlling asshole.” Her words are a slap to the face. I have no doubt I have controlling tendencies, but when you run a motorcycle club, it comes with the territory.
She shuffles back up front, and throws the bottle of piss at me, missing me completely and flying out the window.
And that is why I’m so obsessed with this infuriating woman, she doesn’t take my shit lying down.
“I hope you don’t have to piss again, ‘cause that was the only bottle.” I give her a big toothy grin, one to anger her, and push her buttons.
“I should go out there and get it, just to throw it at your head again,” she jabs.
A couple of drunk girls stride our way, and I sink into my seat. Jillian following the action.
“We should move to the back. I don’t want someone to recognize us.” Glancing in the back of the van, I notice a bunch of blankets, and no seats. A big hookah strapped against the side of the van so it won’t fall when the van is in motion. Fucking stoners.
Slipping into the back I arrange the pillows and blankets, Jillian following me.
She grabs a pillow, and fluffs it before lying down. Her back facing me. She moves her hair from her neck, bunching it above her head. Her silky neck coming into perfect view. It has a couple of beauty marks, and looks soft as fuck. She sighs, and the white blouse that is too big for her, slips off her shoulder.
Fuck me.
I bite at my knuckles as my dick strains against my jeans painfully. I want to lick her shoulder, nip at the sensitive skin on the nape of her neck. Fist her hair, and fuck her until her eyes roll in the back of her head.
Blowing out an agitated breath, I close my eyes trying to think about something else.
The Pledge of Allegiance comes to mind. Aren’t you supposed to sing that or some shit?
My eyes still close I mouth the words, trying to push thoughts of Jillian bouncing on my dick out of my head.
It’s not working. I need something else to think about.
Like the fact that I need to get in touch with Felix. Or figure out exactly what I’m going to say to Lip?
As important as those two thoughts are, my dick rubbing against my zipper looking for any kind of friction at this point is demanding attention.
Thinking of anything else is pointless.
My eyes pop open, and I glance toward Jillian. Her breathing is slower, and she hasn’t moved. Sitting up some I try to see her face, see if her eyes are open; they’re shut.
Fuck it.
Unzipping my pants, I whip my dick out, spit in my hand, and palm it.
Fisting my cock hard, I stroke it softly.
Closing my eyes I think about Jillian sitting up on her knees, that white button up shirt falling to her forearms, and her perky tits out and ready for me to suck on. God, I miss the taste of her, and the way the sweetness of her skin lingers on my tongue. It’s salty and sweet. My dick swells even more within my palm, the veins in my shaft protruding as I stroke it. My chest rises with a ragged breath as my balls tighten with satisfaction that it’s being paid attention to. Just when the end of my palm reaches the tip of my dick, I slip it back down quickly.
The sensation of my release swims up my cock, that feeling of bliss stripping the tension from my body.
“What the fuck are you doing?!”
My eyes pop open, finding Jillian looking at me with wide eyes, before glancing at my cock.
I don’t stop, I can’t stop. I’m too close.
“What’s it look like, babe?”
She swallows, her eyes finding mine after looking at my cock just a moment longer than someone who seems horrified should. Long enough for me to know she wants to watch me.
Her lips open to object, taking my focus from her eyes to that perfect mouth. The way it would feel wrapped around my cock.
“You wanna help?” My voice husky.