Zisa Chapter 12
I had a productive day overall. In my subscription group, there were a lot of questions. Those kept me busy. After I was done with those, I wrote two product reviews. Now that I’d experienced the clit vibrator and the nipple suction cups, I could realistically describe how they felt and whether they brought actual pleasure or only pain. There were a few orders I had to process and send out.
You’d think that people would want to buy directly from the manufacturers of the devices, but they didn’t always. They’d pay more to get them from someone they trusted to tell them about the products. Obviously, I wasn’t able to make a living just off the sales and subscription service. In addition, I was paid to allow companies to post their ads on my site, hoping to attract customers. If they happened to purchase those products from me, the manufacturers still made money, so they didn’t mind. This, along with the other and the used books I offered, allowed me to do what I enjoyed. It wasn’t a traditional job, but I didn’t mind.
Moose returned in the late afternoon. When he got to my house, I knew he was preoccupied with something. When I asked, he denied it. I wondered if it was about last night and how I’d lost my shit on him. I still felt guilty for it. He seemed scared he’d hurt me with what happened afterward. If it continued, I’d sit him down, and we’d talk about it.
However, that had to be put on hold because we were at Mama’s. She’d invited us to come over and have dinner tonight. It was no surprise that Carnage was there. It was fun to watch them interact. He seemed unable to prevent himself from touching her. It was done casually and nothing too sexual in front of the girls. However, when Imani and Milan were occupied in the living room, I caught him pinning her against the kitchen counter with his hand on her ass, and he was kissing her. Mama wasn’t struggling. I’d snuck back out to rejoin Moose and my nieces.
Dinner was fun. The girls told us about school. Mama’s stories were about funny things a couple of her patients did or said. I updated them that I’d been doing online ratings. When we asked Moose and Carnage how their day went, they said it had been interesting, and they’d tell us more later. I took that to mean they didn’t want to say something in front of the girls.
After dinner, the guys told us to relax with Milan and Imani while they cleaned the kitchen. Mama and I had almost fallen over. Neither my dad nor any guy I’d ever dated had ever offered to do that. They didn’t realize we’d snuck in and snapped pictures of them doing it on our phones. We wanted proof it happened.
Mama and I were spread out coloring on the coffee table. Each girl gave us a picture to color from their books. Milan was drawing. Even at ten, she was incredibly talented. Imani, on the other hand, was more cerebral. She loved to read and learn about new things.
When the men joined us, they asked the girls what they were doing. Somehow, Milan ended up talking to Carnage about her drawings and showing him others she’d done in her sketch pad. He was vocal with his admiration, and it wasn’t faked. Moose, on the other hand, got to telling Imani what he did as a machinist, and when she learned there were ways to design using computers, she was hooked.
Later, there were loud protests when we broke it up for them to get ready for bed. The protests were from all four. Finally, Carnage and Moose agreed that they should get to bed so they could get up in the morning, but they promised they’d talk more. Satisfied, we were given kisses, and that included the guys. I was stunned, and so was Mama. As they went to the bathroom that they shared, the girls asked if we’d all come say goodnight once they were in bed. We nodded. Their routine was to bathe, then come tell us they were ready, and we’d go to their rooms to tuck them in. They were too old for us to help with their baths but not for a goodnight kiss and to be tucked in. I hated the thought of them growing too old for any of it. They were growing so fast.
“I can’t believe that. What have you done to my granddaughters?” Mama asked as soon as they were out of the room.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Carnage said.
“Like hell, you don’t. They asked for you to tuck them in, and they kissed you. They don’t do that. It takes them a long time to warm up to people, if they do at all. We have friends that they still won’t hug and give a kiss,” she explained.
“Mama is right. They were so relaxed and animated with both of you. Do you have some kind of magic wand?” I partially teased.
“No wand, just genuine interest. They were just waiting for you to get the right men in your lives,” Carnage said as he winked at Mama.
He’d scooted up against her and put an arm around her. I wasn’t upset since my man did the same to me. It was wonderful to see my mama having a man focusing on her. She more than deserved it. I didn’t remember my dad much, but I knew he never seemed to pay attention to me and Zuri. That meant when he left, it wasn’t a huge change for us other than money getting tighter and Mama having to find a second job. Besides working as a home health aide, she did private duty sitter services.
When we were smaller, she had to pay a neighbor to watch us. Lucky for us, she didn’t charge much. When we were older, we’d stay home alone. She’d work the nights as a sitter while we slept, and then she took time to get us up and off to school. After we were in school, she went to take care of her home health patients. She did the same with the girls until recently. The only difference was that I was the one to watch them, so there was no cost.
“Zisa, I’m working tomorrow night and Friday night. You’ll be able to stay with the girls, won’t you?” she asked out of nowhere. Had she read my mind?
“Of course, I can. Are you working Saturday morning or just tomorrow and Friday morning?”
“Tomorrow and Friday until four, then I’ll be here until ten before I’m off to my other job.”
“Wait. You work nights and days?” Moose asked.
“I do. Not as many as I used to. It used to be five days a week for both. I’ve been lucky that I recently got a Monday through Friday schedule at the home health agency, and I usually do the sitter service two nights a week, though they’d have me every night if they could.”
“There’s no need to work yourself like that, Shantel. You’re killing yourself. The girls need you, and I’m including Zisa as one of them. You need to slow down and take time for yourself and your family,” Carnage told her gruffly.
“Well, Carnage, that would be lovely if such things as food, shelter, and clothes weren’t necessary. We can’t survive on air. Don’t worry, I’ve been doing this for years. I have a routine. Ask Zisa. I did it when she and Zuri were kids.” Her tone was slightly sarcastic.
“You know I love that sassiness of yours, but not in this instance. I know you did it for years, and I know why you do it. But you’re forgetting something.”
“Oh, what’s that? A rich dead aunt I knew nothing of?” Her sarcasm had increased.
I gasped when he grabbed the back of her head, drew her to him, and hit her with a kiss. It was no quick smack on the lips. No, he consumed her mouth. She struggled for mere seconds, then relaxed and kissed him back.
“That’s a great idea,” Moose muttered, and then I found myself being kissed the same way. When he let go, I was dazed, and Mama was giving the same look to Carnage.
“Not a rich aunt. You have me. And if you think I’m gonna have my woman working herself to the bone, you’re crazy.”
Her dazedness was morphing into indignation. However, she didn’t blow because Imani and Milan came to get us. They were ready for bed. Holding off, we all followed them to their room. They shared a bedroom. This house only had two of them, like mine. After giving hugs, we turned out their light and closed the door. Mama held it in until we got back to the living room.
“I won’t have any man dictating my life. You can forget that shit. As for you being my man, I don’t recall I said I was yours,” she told Carnage as she stood there with her hands on her hips. It was the same move I made when I was upset. I learned it from her.
“I’m not trying to dictate your life. I’m trying to prolong it, so I have you for years to come. Your family and I want time with you, Shantel. Not to have you constantly working and too exhausted to have fun. As for you not being mine, that was decided the instant you let me into your body. I explained to you what I wanted. This isn’t some fling. I told my goddamn club that you’re mine. I asked you to move to Norfolk with me. How much more mine can you get?” he growled.
“Pres, I think maybe Zisa and I should get out of here and let you two settle this,” Moose stated.
I was torn. A part of me wanted to be here in case Mama needed me, but the other didn’t want to be witness to what was their personal life. She decided for me.
“I agree. You don’t need to hear this. Honey child, you go home. I promise, if I need help hiding the body, I’ll call you,” she told me.
This caused Carnage to chuckle and her to glare at him. She paused their argument long enough to hug and kiss me. Moose kissed her cheek, which made her smile, and then we went out the door. I’d ridden the short distance from my place to here on his bike. Even though it was significantly colder than when we arrived, it wasn’t a terrible ride back. I hugged up on Moose to stay warm.
When we got home, he parked his bike in my garage. After we got off the bike, he got into the leather bags on it and took out a large shopping bag. We went inside. After removing our shoes and hanging up his cut, we got a drink and then sat in the living room. It was just after nine o’clock. He sat the bag on the floor at his feet.
“What’s in the bag?”
“I’ll get to that. First, I want to be sure you’re not stressing about leaving your mom with Carnage. I can promise you that he won’t hurt her. But it’s best that they be left to work this out themselves. I want the same thing when it’s us.”
“You mean you wouldn’t have wanted witnesses last night to me losing my mind and trying to take your head off?”
He grinned. “Exactly.”
“Neither would I, to be honest. Okay, so I will say I’m torn. I want to support her. She’s always been here for me and vice versa. We’ve only had each other to rely on for years. It used to include Zuri until she lost her mind and got tangled up with Penn.”
“She knows you’re still here for her, but she needs to start relying on Carnage. He’s not standing back and allowing her to struggle when there’s no need. He’ll make sure all of them have what they need. And I’ll make sure you do, too, along with helping with Milan and Imani. The entire club will do the same. You went from having each other to a whole nosey, interfering family who’ll drive you crazy, but you can always rely on that they’ll always have your back. That’s the club life, Zisa.”
“And it sounds wonderful and too good to be true, so you and Carnage are gonna have to give us time to absorb and believe it. We haven’t had the best luck trusting others, Arman,” I reminded him softly.
“I know, and I wish I could erase that, but I can’t. Just talk to me when you have doubts, okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered before I kissed him. As always, I fell under his spell, and when we came up for air, I was ready to drag him off to bed, but he had other ideas.
“Before we get distracted by what I know will be heaven, there are a couple of things first. One is this bag. You asked what was in it. Open it,” he said as he picked it up and sat it on my lap.
It was heavy. Opening the bag, I reached in and grabbed whatever was on top. What I removed was a shirt. Unfolding it, I saw it was a Harley one. We’d looked at several at the store in Junction City. This was one of them. I kept going. There was another familiar top, followed by a leather jacket. One that I recognized as my favorite. I narrowed my eyes at him, but he merely smiled.
“There’s one more thing,” he prompted.
In fear, I reached in to get the last item. It was a box. I left it in the bag but removed the lid and lifted out a boot. Again, it was the pair I’d admired the most. There were several hundred dollars worth of stuff in here. It was too much.
“Arman, you shouldn’t have. It’s all beautiful, but it’s too much. I can’t accept them.”
“Well, I hope you know someone who can wear all this because I can’t return them.”
“Let me guess. It’s because you lost the receipt.”
“No, because I refuse to give you the receipt to do it, and I sure won’t return them. And I can tell you that your mom doesn’t need them. Carnage has taken care of protecting her when they ride.”
I saw the determination on his face. It made me growl, but he smiled bigger. “Try them on. I wanna see what you look like.”
Giving in, for now, I stood up. Seeing no need to go to the bedroom and wanting to torment him, I slowly removed my top and then put on the first shirt. It fit and was so pretty. Next, I put on the boots and the jacket. He tugged my hand and led me to the full-length mirror down the hall in my bedroom. I had to admit. I did look like a badass biker woman. I loved the look. He’d brought the other top with him, so I changed into it. Again, it was great.
“See, they were made for you. I want you to keep them. You need them. If you want to pay me back for them, although it’s not necessary, then I’ll take it out in trade,” he offered with a leer. That made me laugh.
“But it might take me a long time to work it off. How much is one session worth?” I teased.
“A dollar,” Was his immediate answer.
“A dollar! That’s all I’m worth?” I asked in outrage.
“Oh, no, your worth is priceless. I assigned a dollar to ensure I get lots of lovemaking time with you until I think of something else you can repay me for.”
“Good answer,” I told him as I walked into his arms and kissed him. I made sure to give him lots of tongue and nips with my teeth. When he pulled away, I could feel his erection pushing against my body.
“You’re wicked and dangerous. And I can’t wait to strip you bare and devour you. But there’s something I want to talk about. It’s serious, and I want it out of the way so we can enjoy ourselves.”
His expression told me he wasn’t fooling around. I stepped back and took his hand so I could lead him to sit on the bed. Once we were comfortable, he started talking.
“While Carnage and I were out today, we had a spot of trouble. I’m telling you about it, so you’ll be careful. I’m not sure if it’ll blow back on you or not.”
“What happened?” I was instantly concerned.
“We were coming back to the hotel from the dealership, and we got pulled over.” He paused.
“Oh God, please tell me it wasn’t Marius,” I whispered.
“I wish I could. I won’t go into all the details, but it became obvious he did it to be a prick. He lied and said we ran a light, which we didn’t. He handcuffed us, made us get on the ground, and then he searched us and our bikes. It was clear he was determined to get something on us so he could throw us in jail. We got lucky. A detective was called out to the scene due to an anonymous tip. It seems Officer Cooper didn’t tell dispatch he was stopping anyone, and he had his bodycam and dashcam off. Detective Silva made him let us go and leave. The reason I’m telling you this is I don’t trust the guy. He hates the idea of you being with anyone but him. He might be mentally unstable. I want you to be extra careful, Zisa. I think you being with a biker has pushed his buttons even more.”
I came to my feet and paced. My fists were clenched. I was so angry I wanted to punch something. Or better yet, someone whose name was Marius Cooper.
“Arman, I’m so sorry you guys were made to do that. How humiliating. And to think it’s my fault.”
“Whoa, I don’t blame you, and neither does Pres. This is all on Cooper. He chose to stop us. When Silva asked why, he told him a totally different reason than what he told us. He said the reason he pulled us over was erratic riding, and he searched us to find drugs since he thought that was the cause.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with him. He’s left me alone for the last six months or more. I thought it meant he’d finally moved on.”
“How long ago did you two break up?” he asked.
“Three years. And it’s not as if he’s been without female companionship or not dated other women. He’s done both. I’ve seen him out with them. What triggered him?” I mused.
“How many guys have you dated or gone out with over those three years?”
I hesitated to tell him. The reason was it was kinda embarrassing and made me sound like a loser, but I wasn’t. He waited. Finally, I sighed and confessed.
“No one. You’re the only one. I’ve been asked plenty of times, but I always said no. There was a reason every time as to why I refused, not that it matters.”
“As if I doubted you were asked. That right there is the trigger. He was okay to sit back and wait while fucking around. I bet he thought the fact you didn’t date anyone meant you still wanted him. Seeing you out with me, along with the claim I made, pissed him off and scared him. He wants to find a way to drive us apart. If he can’t get me out of the picture by having me thrown in prison, he’ll try another. Don’t ever be alone with him. And if he comes near you, get away from him.”
“I’ll be careful. I promise. You and Carnage do the same.”
“We’re already on alert. Thankfully, when he first pulled us over, Carnage thought to make a call to Maestro. He couldn’t tell him what was up, but it was soon apparent when he listened. I have no clue how he got shit so fast for video, but Maestro recorded the conversation happening and was the one to call it into the station. He saved our asses, but we can’t count on him always being able to do it. We have to be careful. If anything were to happen to you, I’d lose it.”
“I will be, and I feel the same if anything happens to you.”
“I do have one thing I don’t regret when it comes to Cooper. I shouldn’t be so damn happy that you were alone those three years, but I am, especially since I’m the last man you’ll ever be with,” he said cockily.
I sashayed over to him. I was tired of talking about Marius. I straddled his lap. His hands came up to grip my hips. I gave him a heated look as I licked my lips.
“What would you say to letting me take a ride, biker man?”
He smirked. “Exactly what kind of ride, biker babe?”
“The kind that involves us being naked and me riding that big cock of yours until we both explode. And the kind that involves touching, licking, and maybe sucking,” I said in a purr. I hadn’t forgotten how turned on he made me a short while ago. The crotch of my panties was still damp.
He jerked me closer. “I say, what the hell are we waiting for? As much as I love seeing you dressed like this, I’d much rather see you bare,” he growled.
As he said it, I could feel the bulge underneath me growing. I rocked back and forth on it. He groaned. Then I was lifted off him. As I stood, his hand landed in a hard slap on my ass cheek.
“Have a seat. I’m gonna strip first. Then I want you to slowly remove your clothes. I wanna see your best striptease, Bae.”
“You get rid of your clothes. I’ll wait. Is it okay if I remove my boots?”
I backed up and took a seat on the chair I kept in my bedroom. It was where I usually sat to put on shoes or take them off.
“Just your boots,” he agreed.
I craned my neck so I was still able to watch him as I removed my footwear and took my phone out of my jeans. I’d tell him later how much I loved the items he got me. I placed the boots under the chair. Then I fiddled with my phone and placed it on the dock on the dresser. He teased me by removing his socks first. Then he unbuckled and slowly slid his belt free of the loops on his jeans before tossing it to me. I caught it and then placed it on the dresser. From there, he grasped the bottom of his shirt and inched it up, revealing his smooth, sculpted muscles.
When he had it off and thrown to me, he played at unbuttoning his jeans and gradually sliding his zipper down. I was almost panting in lust. I was soaking my panties, and my nipples were rock hard. He turned his back to me and glanced over his shoulder at me as he wiggled his hips while he worked his jeans over his well-conditioned ass. I licked my lips, causing him to chuckle. I hoped he remembered that paybacks were a bitch.
Once he was free of his jeans, he paused. His dark red briefs clung to him. It was all I could do to stay seated. After a tense minute or so, he faced me, hooked his thumbs into the waistband, and jerked his briefs to his thighs. He let go, and they dropped to the floor so he could step out of them, but I wasn’t watching that. I was focused on his cock bobbing in the air, calling to me.
“You can get started now, baby,” he softly said as he sat on the edge of the bed.
“Just one thing before I start.”
“What’s that?”
“No touching yourself, or I’ll stop. And you’ll be out of luck tonight.”
He gave me a wolfish grin. “Make it impossible to listen,” he taunted.
I stood and then pressed the button on my phone. Music came out of a small speaker built into the docking station used to charge it. Slow, sensual music came out of it. For something so tiny, it sure packed a punch sound-wise. His eyebrows rose up. A sexy song came out, the kind you could dance to, or in this case, strip to.
I planned to shake my ass and put a lot of dance moves into my striptease. I wanted to push him to break the rule and touch himself. I wouldn’t say no to still having sex, but he didn’t know that. I ran my hands down both sides of my body, taking my time and pausing to stroke and touch key areas. I knew it would turn me on more, too, but it was necessary.
I rotated myself so my ass was facing him as I bent over to the floor. Grabbing a sock, I wiggled my butt as I lifted my foot and pulled it off. I tossed it to him over my shoulder. Working slowly with more dance moves, I waited before removing the other one. I could see how hard he was breathing as he watched. His gaze was glued to me. I wondered if a bomb went off, if he’d even hear it.
My next move was to remove my new leather jacket. I took my time and then sashayed to the closet to hang it up. I thought I heard him groan. Hiding my smile, I walked back to the middle of the room. Holding his heated stare, I performed more dance moves before I inched up my top. When I got to just below my tits, I stopped and tucked it there so I could perform more dance moves. I saw him close his eyes and inhale deeply. Rather than go back to removing my top after my dancing moves, I undid my jeans, but I didn’t take them off.
“Zisa, you’re playing with fire,” he warned.
I winked at him before I shimmied and shook another minute or so before I untucked my top from under my bra and finished removing it. I tossed it to him. He caught it and then inhaled my scent from it before dropping it to the floor. I was enjoying this. I’d never danced or stripped for a man before.
Turning my back to him again, I bent over and worked my jeans down over my ass and legs. As I did, I made sure to shake my ass over and over. I peeked between my legs. He was clenching his fists. When I finally stepped out of them, I kicked them to the side. Raising up and facing him again, I twisted and strutted as I undid my bra. Turning my back to him, I removed it and flung it to him. He growled and tossed it away. His body was almost vibrating.
When I faced him again, I cupped my tits and massaged them, making sure to pluck my taut nipples repeatedly. He was panting, and I swore there were flames in his eyes. Taking no pity on him. I slid my hand into my panties and ran it down my folds. I moaned. God, it felt so good, but I wasn’t here to get myself off. I wanted to get him to blow.
Watching him through narrowed eyes, I removed my fingers and licked them clean. His hands rose. I thought he’d touch himself, but he froze, hung there for several heartbeats, then dropped them. Wanting to move this to the conclusion, I worked my soaked panties off and flung them to him. He snatched them out of the air and held them to his nose, growling.
Sauntering to him, I praised him. “You did such a good job, baby. I’m impressed. And for being such a good boy, I have something for you.”
“What?” he asked gutturally.
“This,” I moaned as I dropped to my knees in front of him. I pushed his legs apart so I could wedge myself between them. Then I grasped the base of his straining cock and stroked up and down once. He flung back his head and groaned. The veins were standing in relief down his entire length. Precum had leaked out of his slit and ran down to his balls.
Staring up at him, I lowered my head and circled my tongue around the head of his cock, gathering his intoxicating precum. Humming, I sucked it into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. His head came up, and he met my gaze. His expression was almost feral.
“Suck it like you mean it. Make me come before I fucking go insane,” he snarled.
My cum ran down my thighs. I lifted off him long enough to say, “Make me take it. Fuck my mouth, Arman. I want to gag on your cock.”
An animalistic growl broke free of him, and then his hand was on my hair, pushing me down on him. He forced his cock into my mouth and to the back of my throat, where he held it for several seconds before he let me up.
“Slap my leg if you want me to stop,” he said hoarsely before pushing me down again.
Over and over, he force-fed me his cock, making me gag and, at times, fight to breathe. As he did, I grew hotter than ever. I’d never let a man do this to me. I was about to come myself due to how horny it made me. The sounds he made only added to it. The words he muttered were pushing me to call it quits so I could ride him to completion.
“Goddamn, that’s it. Choke on it. I want you to take me as deep as you can. I want to shoot my load in that hot mouth of yours. Jesus, yes! That’s it. Harder.” he panted.
I sucked harder, tugged, and squeezed his sac as I hummed, all while unable to breathe.
“Fuck! I’m gonna come!” he shouted.
Moose stroked in and out a few more times, then froze. He jerked as he shot his load. I eagerly swallowed. His hand came up to wrap around my throat. He felt it work as I swallowed. Instinctively, I wrapped my hand over his and tightened it. I screamed as I exploded. I came just from sucking him off. His hips bucked and stuttered as he kept coming.
When my hand slipped off his hand, he let go of my throat. I slumped to the floor. I was wasted. Suddenly, I was lifted off the carpet and placed face-first on the bed with my legs hanging off the mattress. My legs were kicked open. I felt a probing, and then he was thrusting. I wailed as his still erect cock forced itself into my pussy. Oh my God, how was he still hard?
“I don’t know what I love more. Your mouth or this pussy. I can’t live without either. That was so sexy, Bae. You can strip for me anytime, as well as suck me off. As long as I can fuck you raw afterward,” he panted loudly.
“I’ll keep you to that promise. Christ! Yes! Right there,” I yelled. He was rubbing across my G-spot, and I was already close to coming again. He increased his thrusts, and I came shrieking less than a minute later. I milked his cock, trying to get him to come again, but he didn’t. As I relaxed, I wondered if he wouldn’t.
Unexpectedly, I was lifted off my stomach. He somehow twirled us around with him still inside of me, and then he sat down. This placed me sitting on his lap with my back to him in a reverse cowgirl position. Moose pushed me up until only the head of his cock remained inside.
“You promised me a ride. You can ride this way or face me. What’s it to be?” he asked.
“Well, since you’re a biker, not a cowboy, I think I should ride facing you. This time. We can try the other soon.”
I lifted off, swung around, and then sank down on him. He was holding himself erect, not that it needed much help. I moaned as I impaled myself. He made a grunting sound. Wrapping my hands around his neck, I used my arms and thighs to lift me up. I started out riding him slowly. I don’t know how long he took before he slapped my ass, causing me to hiss.
“Faster, or I’ll take over,” he threatened.
Either would satisfy me, but I wanted to control it this time, so I sped up. Soon, I was slamming down on him. When I’d start to sink, he’d yank on my hips to help. I was trying to hold out, but he pushed me to my limit by rubbing his thumb in circles over my clit. I flung back my head and wailed. I clenched around him, and then a couple of strokes later, I was the one to come. However, he went with me, so we were both groaning and grunting as he filled me, and I soaked him.
Slumping forward to rest against his chest when I was through, I whispered without thinking. “I love you.”
Immediately, what I said hit me. I tried to sit up. Shit, every woman knew not to confess until the guy did. That was a guaranteed way to make him run. Moose let me sit up, But when I went to disconnect us, he held me in place.
“Look at me, Zisa,” he whispered.
“I need to go clean up.”
“Zisa, look at me!” he demanded.
I reluctantly raised my gaze to his. There was a glow in his eyes. “I want you to be looking at me when I say this. I. Love. You. Zisa Adams. Thank you for loving me back, baby.”
As relief filled me, he sealed our declarations with a soul-consuming kiss that I happily returned. I’d never been in love with a man. It was crazy how easy and soon it happened with him.