Whatever it is that keeps her from doing anything more adventurous than missionary, she won’t tell me. I’ve tried to get her to talk about it, but pushing her to discuss her scars, or try anything more than what she is comfortable with, causes bad memories. The pain that flashes across her face and the way her eyes take on that look of terror, it kills me, and that’s why I don’t push her. I am pretty sure it goes back to her husband, though.
I flip Jessica on her back, my body hovering over hers. Her blonde hair spreads across the pillow as she looks up at me with heavy eyes. I grip the dress tangling around her waist and pull it down her legs. She leans up, grabs the elastic of my boxers hugging my hips, and pulls them down to my knees. I push her legs open with my hands and slide myself between them, resting my elbows on either side of her head. My dick finds her pussy quickly, and slides in with welcomed arousal. She’s the only chick I’ll let ride my dick without a condom. She’s the only girl I trust to be clean and she’s told me before that she’s on birth control. Her back arches off the bed and a sexy growl sounds from her chest. I lean down and pull her nipple into my mouth, the sweet taste of her skin gliding along my tongue.
I thrust my hips hard, causing the bed to bang against the wall, and her to moan into the night air. She pushes her head back into the pillow and thrusts her hips up, eagerly wanting more.
“Say it, Jessica,” I demand.
“Say what?” she questions, as she pants for air.
“Say you want more,” I reply.
“I want more,” she drawls out, thrusting her hips again.
I slam my dick into her hard. Her hands fly into my hair and tangle themselves, her legs wrapping around my waist as I begin to pound into her relentlessly. Her panting transforms into little moans as her body rocks with each of my thrusts. An electric pulse builds in my balls as my release rises. Her moans grow louder and animalistic as her legs squeeze my hips like a vise. She clamps her mouth closed trying to stifle the noise, and moans through her nose, giving off a humming sound.
I sit up, putting all my weight on my knees, and grab one of her breasts, fondling it. Her pussy grips my cock, her body thrashing around the bed, and her controlled moans are lost into a fitful of pleasurable cries. My balls squeeze tightly as pressure rips up my cock and spills out, making all the muscles in my body stiffen, causing me to growl while I come violently. My teeth grit as I pump into her a few more times, not wanting it to end. Her screams quiet as she falls against the mattress, breathing heavily, and I am following right behind her.
I lay beside her and listen to her harsh breathing. Her blonde hair tangled along the pillow, and the smell of sex filling the air. My chest aches trying to catch my breath, my eyes heavy as they want to sleep, but I try and fight it. I hate how fucked up I get over Jessica, and hate it even more when I wake and she’s gone. Sometimes I wish she never came into the clubhouse looking to be saved. I wouldn’t know what I was missing if she never introduced me to the feeling of wanting someone so badly only not to have them fully. I look over at the girl who dumbfounds me, tucking a stray hair behind her ear as she drifts off to sleep. Yet, I am fucking thrilled she picked my club to save her. One day, she’ll give into me.
***
I wake up to the sun just beginning to rise, producing barely enough light to see around the room. I sit up and look beside me finding an empty bed. Only the creased sheets greet me, reminding me of the incredible sex we had. She’s gone. I fall back against the pillow and sigh, before closing my eyes and falling back to sleep.
I finally wake up around noon and grab some jeans and a t-shirt to get dressed. Sliding my hands through my hair as an act of combing before entering the hall, I walk up to the bar, blinking my eyes rapidly trying to wake up.
“You slept in late,” Hawk observes, his eyes squinted as he glares. His once peppered-colored hair and beard are starting to turn a vigorous white, a staining of old age. He’s fucking old as hell. I don’t even know how old. He is our treasurer, been here way before I came into the club.
“Had company,” I declare, glaring right back.
Hawk chuckles.
“You aren’t going to say Doc visited you again, are you?” he questions, his tone disbelieving. His beard twitches back and forth over his mouth as if he’s chewing on something, but I don’t see any food around him. He does it a lot, and it’s fucking irritating. I look at him, curious as to why he would ask if Doc visited me last night, he hardly talks to me.
“Why, you wouldn’t be jealous would you?” I ask, shifting on my feet, leaning against the counter.
Hawk tosses a newspaper my way and chuckles. I raise an eyebrow at him and grab it, shaking it to smooth out the wrinkles.
Front page is Jessica and some guy walking out of a coffee shop. Headlines, in big black letters reading
HOLLYWOOD’S FINEST OFF THE MARKET.