Moose Chapter 5
Sweet merciful God, I had barely touched her, and she was still somewhat clothed, and I was more turned on than I ever recalled being in my entire life. The teenage me held nothing on now, which was saying a helluva lot. I rubbed one out at least three times a day when I was young.
I had to fight not to fall on her like a hungry beast and slam my dripping, throbbing cock into her, then pound her into the mattress until I shot my load. I wasn’t sure how long I could hold back. I’d fight to ensure she got her sexual satisfaction, too. I feasted on her tits for I don’t know how long before I needed more. Reluctantly letting go of her dusky nipples, I finished getting her gown off. That left only a scrap of panties she wore. Latching onto the sides of them, I wiggled them down over her plump ass, thighs, and then feet. I flung them away without a thought as I absorbed the sight of her pussy for the first time.
She had a neatly trimmed landing strip of hair above her lips. It was only on her mound. Pressing her thighs apart so I could lie on the bed between her legs, I saw the rest of her was smooth as a baby. Her inner lips were pink, puffy, and shiny with her cum. Her rich, intoxicating scent hit my nose, and I breathed deeply. Her clit was peeking out of its hood.
Situating myself between her thick thighs, I spread her open wider. I needed a lot of room for my shoulders, which required me to press her legs not only out but up. Her knees fell outward. Unable to wait a second longer, I lowered my head and swiped my tongue up her folds. I started at her entrance and ended up at her clit, where I paused to savor her flavor and moan.
Some guys only went down on a woman to get her to give up the goods. Most spent little time pleasuring her. I wasn’t one of those. I happened to love to eat a woman out. I knew after one taste of Zisa that she not only had the best-tasting pussy I’d ever had, but I could spend hours making her come again and again. Something told me she’d flood my mouth and the bed. If I was lucky, she might be my favorite—a squirter. I’d been with a few, but they weren’t as common as one might think.
I ate her ravenously. Licking, sucking, biting, and thrusting my tongue and fingers in and out of her tight pussy. Pushing her to come repeatedly. I was proven correct. She flooded my mouth, and I drank up every drop.
Knowing I didn’t have much restraint left but dying to know what it would feel like to have her mouth around my cock, I sat up. She was panting hard and wore a dazed expression. Walking on my knees up the bed, I straddled her chest. I didn’t get a chance to tell her what I needed.
She brought both hands up to surround my cock and pump the base. I groaned. Then I hissed as she opened her mouth and sucked the head inside. She thrashed the head with her tongue as she strongly suckled. I thrust deeper when she rubbed her tongue along the vein on the underside of my cock. Jesus, it wouldn’t take much to come, but I didn’t want that, not yet. Our first time, I wanted to be in her pussy when I came.
She whimpered and tried to hold me when I withdrew a few minutes later, but I didn’t let her. Leaning over to snag the condom strip, I tore one off and then ripped the packet open with my teeth. She took it away from me and eased it down my length. My hips jerked.
Sliding my body down hers, I arranged her legs over my forearms, which allowed me to open her. Notching the head at her opening, I held her gaze as I pressed slowly inside. What I wanted to do was ram into her in one hard stroke, but hurting her wasn’t what I desired either. I was big. Lots of women had complained about my size. Some even refused to have sex with me due to it. I didn’t know how many sexual partners Zisa had, and I didn’t want to know, but her tightness around my fingers told me they were either quite a bit smaller or it had been a good while.
She moaned. I gasped and kept pushing as her pussy strangled me. Fuck! I kept going when she didn’t ask me to stop. I paused to give her time to fully adjust when I was all the way inside.
She had her eyes closed, moaning. I was about to ask if she was alright when she spoke. “Oh, oh my God, you feel…Jesus, I’m so full, Moose. Please, don’t leave me like this. I can’t stand it. Move!” she cried as she shifted her hips, trying to ride me.
Her words and the agony in her voice made me pull back and then sink back into her. Her nails sank into my ass as she tried to bring me closer. Her legs encircled my waist, and she met my thrusts. Feeling her grow even slicker sent me into a haze. The more she begged and tried to fuck me back, the more I let loose.
Eventually, when she stiffened, and her pussy clamped down on me as she came, I fought to hold back. It was too soon. I wasn’t ready to come. She screamed as she milked me for all she was worth. It was a struggle to keep thrusting, but I did it. When she went limp, I pulled out, making sure to hold on to the condom, but only long enough to roll her onto her belly. I stood up and tugged her to the edge of the mattress, where I thrust back into her from behind. This position allowed me to go deeper, her renewed whimpers driving me wild. Soon, she was slamming her hips back to meet my strokes.
“Fuck, woman, your pussy is the best.”
“Your cock isn’t anything to complain about. I dare you to make me come again,” she taunted breathlessly.
Not a man to back down from a challenge, I let go. As I pounded her from behind, watching her ass jiggle and imagining how good it would be to sink my cock into her tight ass, I gripped her hair, drawing her head up and back. She got wetter. I could feel her beginning to tighten again. I knew she was close, and I was right there. Wanting to come at the same time, I egged her on.
“Squeeze my big black cock and make me come, Zisa. Milk me dry,” I snarled as I pounded harder as I slapped my hands down on her ass cheeks hard. She detonated. Her cries, along with my swearing and grunting, filled the room. When we were through, I was barely able to pull out and stumble to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.
When I returned, I shuffled her around so I could lie down and snuggle her against me. I wasn’t typically someone who held a woman afterward, but in her case, I had to. Even being hot and sweaty didn’t deter me or her. I was without words. I knew one thing. There was no way I’d be able to walk away after only one night. Her breathing slowed, telling me she’d fallen to sleep. I’d wait and talk to her about it after we got up in the morning.
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Slowly surfacing, I knew it was morning, even without opening my eyes. Recalling the night before and the three times I took Zisa, I smiled. It was time to talk. We needed to figure this out. There was no way I’d leave here without making sure we had a plan. A plan that would allow us to see each other often. The thought of going even a day without her made my heart pound. After our first time, we’d woken, and I’d taken her two more times. Each was better than the last, which didn’t seem possible.
Missing her warmth, I reached out to find her and bring her close. When my hand found only empty sheets, I came fully awake and sat up. Glancing over, I found her side empty. Not panicking yet, I got up and went to the bathroom. Even before I got to it, I saw it was dark. I had to take time to piss, then I rushed back to get my clothes and boots on. While I was doing that, it registered that the room no longer had her purse or luggage bag. Heart pounding, I snagged my bag and stormed out.
When she’d left me last night with the clubs, I’d taken time to stop in my room and get my stuff. I’d texted Fender to let him know I might not be back that night. Checking the time, I hurried downstairs. The clubs were supposed to meet in the lobby to leave by ten. It was nine-thirty.
My first stop was at the front desk. I tried to get them to tell me if Zisa had checked out. However, they refused when I couldn’t tell them her last name. Kicking myself for not asking in those hours we talked, I hurried off to find Sara. She’d be able to tell me.
I found most of the gang assembled outside at the firepits. For a moment, I anxiously scanned them, thinking maybe Zisa had joined them. Disappointment crashed through me when I saw she wasn’t. Barely acknowledging the greetings, I made a beeline to Sara.
Her smile turned to worry. “What is it?”
Not wanting to announce my stupidity to everyone, I took her arm and gently pulled her away. No surprise, Trident followed. He was giving me a stink-eyed look, undoubtedly for daring to touch her.
“I need your help, Sara.”
“Okay, what with?”
“I need to know Zisa’s last name and where she lives. I know it’s in Kansas, but that’s it.”
Her pleased smile changed to a frown quickly. “Moose, I wish I could help you, but I can’t.”
“Why not?” I asked indignantly.
“Watch it,” Trident growled.
I noticed I still held her arm, and my grip had tightened. Immediately, I dropped it.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Why can’t you help me?”
“You didn’t hurt me. I can’t because I don’t know it. She never told me exactly where she lives in Kansas.”
This set me off swearing, which got the attention of the others. Within moments, they surrounded us, asking what the matter was. Trident gleefully told them.
“It seems ole Moose here is trying to find Zisa.”
“How’d you misplace her?” Fender teased.
“Fuck you!” I shouted as I shoved him. I wasn’t in the mood for his joking.
This had him backing up and holding his hands up. “Whoa, calm down. I was just kidding. What crawled up your ass? I thought when you didn’t come back last night, it was a good thing.”
I’d never had a woman turn tail and slink away from my bed. It was unsettling and made me wonder why. I was the one who left the woman’s bed or told her it was time to get out of mine. Rather than answer him, I gave Sara an imploring look.
“Please, there has to be someone you know who can tell us. Or a way to find out.”
“The organizer might tell me…oh damn, I’m so stupid. I bet I can get her name, at least, from her profile. She’s a member of my readers’ group,” she said, smacking her head. I impatiently waited as she got out her phone and tapped on it. It took her a couple of minutes.
“Shit. It only says her name is Zisa A., and she lives in Kansas. It gives no last name or town. I can message her and ask.”
“Do it, and please, if she answers, let me know right away.”
“I will.”
Not having anything else I could do about it at the moment, I walked off. It wasn’t long before everyone got on their bikes or in their vehicle, and we took off. The ride back to Tenillo seemed to last forever. I saw the way my brothers were casting glances at me as we rode. I kept going over in my head what would’ve caused her to leave without a word. I knew she’d enjoyed last night as much as I did. Was it because she only wanted one night? Or had I said, done, or didn’t say or do something that made her assume it was all I wanted?
By the time we arrived back at the Infidel's compound, I was ready to blow. Knowing I needed to calm down, I went straight to my borrowed room. I wasn’t in the mood for company or questions. Flinging myself down on the bed, I stared up at the ceiling. My mind couldn’t help but remember how it felt to be with her—the feel, the taste, the smell. I had to find her.
I made it two hours before I went searching for Maestro, the Regulator’s equivalent of a hacker. The Infidels had Phantom and his old lady Tamysin. I found Maestro in his room down the hall from me. He was kicked back playing a video game. He removed his headset and put down the controller when I walked in. He nodded.
“I was wondering how long it would take you to come find me. Let me guess. Sara hasn’t found her. Come tell me what you know,” he said, moving over to his backpack. He took out a pad of paper and a pen.
“I don’t know much. Her name is Zisa. She lives in Kansas. She has a sister and two young nieces whom her mom raises. She sells sex toys and other things geared toward women. She’s twenty-eight.”
“Hmm. you helped her out to her car with her things after the event. Anything you can tell me about it? Make, model, license plate?”
I had to think for a few moments before it hit me. “It was a Chevy Uplander, an older model, and it was white. I have no idea what the license plate number is.
“Okay, good, anything else. Maybe her mom’s name or the sister and nieces’ names?”
“Yeah, her nieces are Imani and Milan. I remember because she said her sister had this thing for models and high fashion. She didn’t say what her mom or sister was called.”
He finished jotting down what I said. When he was done, he nodded. “I’ll do my damndest to find her for you. She really knocked you for a loop, didn’t she?”
I was sitting in the chair next to the door. My head was hanging down. I nodded. “She did. Go ahead, tell me what a fool I am to be chasing some woman I’ve only known for a day.”
“I wouldn’t do that. I might not know what it’s like to have someone special, but I’m not opposed to it. Seeing the Infidels and what they have has shown me that it can happen and is possible for us. And if it does, it’s likely to be out of left field and hit you like a ton of bricks if their stories are to be believed. And we saw it worked that way for Shain and Daredevil. Who wouldn’t want it? I’ll do anything I can to help a brother find his. Just don’t forget, I may have to come ask you for help one day.”
I stood up and went over to him, holding out my hand. He took it. “Brother, I’ll do whatever I can to help you. I’ll owe you for the rest of my life if you find her. It might sound nuts, but I’m almost positive she’s the one for me. If I don’t at least find her and talk this over with her to see if she feels the same or is at least willing to find out, then I’ll forever wonder.”
“I’ll get on it.”
I didn’t want to spoil all his fun. We were staying a few more days. He deserved to enjoy himself. Making a hard decision, I told him, “No need to jump right into it. Sara may still come through. Come on. We should go socialize and hang out with our friends. Besides, if we don’t, Shain will come after our asses, and do you want to be on the receiving end of her pissed-off self?”
He shuddered. “Fuck, no. Okay, I’ll get to it as soon as we leave.”
I waited for him to get on his boots and cut, and then we wandered out to the common room. Not everyone was there, but a number of the Infidels were, along with several of our brothers. I was given cautious looks.
“I apologize for being a dick earlier. I promise I’m over it. Who wants to have a beer with me and shoot a game of pool?”
I had a cold one and was at one of the pool tables in no time. Maestro and I were going up against Bullet and Phalanx. They were best friends and had joined the Infidels around the same time. What made them even more interesting was that they shared an old lady, Raine. Raine’s older sister, Piper, was with Saint, their VP.
I watched them and saw how they were with Raine on our prior trips, and even now, I was awed. There was no jealousy between them. I wouldn’t be able to share a woman permanently with anyone, not even my best friend. However, if it worked for them, I had no objections. I was all for people doing what made them happy, within reason.
One game led to another until it ended up the best out of three. Maestro and I eked out the win by the skin of our asses. Taking a seat after we were done, I watched Talon and Rampage from the Infidels take on Comet and our sergeant-at-arms Stinger. While they played, some sat and talked or played darts. I had to work not to isolate myself or totally check out due to my obsessive thoughts about Zisa. What I did do was send up a prayer to the big man. God, please, if you help me find her, I won’t ask for anything else for the rest of my life.
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By the time we left Texas on Wednesday morning, I was ready to lose it. The past three days had been a waiting game, and I didn’t like them. I had to watch myself and not check with Sara every hour to see if she’d heard anything. Before we took off, she gave me the same news: Zisa hadn’t responded to her messages. She wished me luck and promised to let me know if she found her.
The ride back was through mostly good weather, which should’ve meant I enjoyed it. I didn’t. I was anxious for it to be over so Maestro could get to work on finding her. Even though I knew he’d need and deserve some rest after this long ride, I wanted him to start as soon as we got home. It was almost nine o’clock at night when we rolled into the compound. We hadn’t left it totally unoccupied. Our prospects, Jasper and Huck, had remained behind to keep an eye on things.
We knew they were disappointed not to be able to go with us, but those were the breaks when you were a prospect. You got the shit jobs, and watching the compound while the members played was one of those. Better than scrubbing all the damn toilets, in my opinion. I hated that when I was one. No one had been able to hit the toilet, I thought. It wasn’t until I patched in that I discovered it was intentional. Did that stop me from doing it to the prospects after me? Fuck no. If I had to scrub up piss, then so did they.
I wasn’t in the mood to hang out with anyone, so I went straight to my room. Since our clubhouse was a renovated factory, which was massive when it was made into our clubhouse, there had been thought put into the design. And since so many had building, electrical, and plumbing skills, or we knew those who did, it hadn’t cost a fortune to do it. There were twenty suites, as we called them. Each one had a bedroom and a living room with its own bathroom. You could have a small fridge and even a hot plate in your suite, but there was the main industrial kitchen for full meals.
After shutting and locking my door behind me to keep out unwanted guests, I hung up my cut, got rid of my boots, and unpacked my bag. Which mainly consisted of tossing my dirty clothes in my hamper and putting my personal care kit back in the bathroom. With that out of the way, I got a pop out of the mini-fridge. I snorted as I recalled Texans calling it Coke. I knew other parts of the country called soft drinks sodas. It would always be pop to me.
Putting my feet on my coffee table, I turned on the television. I was hoping there was a movie I could get into. I was too wound up to sleep. After channel surfing for half an hour, I gave up on finding anything and went to my trusty DVD collection. I needed speed, so my collection of movies about the racers into illegal shit would do.
I had to work in the morning, but I’d done it before with little to no sleep. I could do it again. It was unlikely I’d get much, if any, shut-eye. I started with the first movie. I finally gave it up and showered before falling into bed around four. I had to be up at eight so I could be at work by nine. Usually, I’d be up and having coffee and breakfast no later than seven. I fell asleep to thoughts of Zisa.