Chapter Thirteen. #2
I tugged on his hair, urging him to give me release with the soft sounds escaping me.
Vortex sank his teeth in, and I spiralled out of control.
I held him tight as I rode his face. Waves of sheer pleasure rolled over me and made me scream.
Vortex didn’t stop but kept it up, causing an overload of sensations, and I saw stars as I exploded again.
My body became limp as I rode out the two orgasms and wondered how I’d ever lived without experiencing that. Vortex sat up with hooded eyes.
“Stay,” he ordered and disappeared. He came back holding the huge box of condoms. “Say no if you’ve changed your mind.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I demanded, and his eyes gleamed.
Vortex stripped naked, and I gazed at his huge cock.
“That won’t fit,” I gasped. It had to be at least ten inches long, and it was so thick. He’d rip me apart.
“Yeah, it will. Trust me,” Vortex promised.
He tore open a wrapper and rolled a condom on, and they lay back down on his side next to me.
A hand reached out and traced circles on my stomach.
Slowly, they moved down, teasing my pussy before moving upwards and grasping my left breast. Vortex’s mouth, hot and wet, closed over my nipple, and his tongue found a new target to tease.
My leg slipped over his thigh, and I pushed against him as his cock pushed into my stomach.
I thought I’d been drained, but I was wrong.
Arousal was already reawakening in my pussy, and I needed that cock, hard and deep inside me.
Vortex broke off and rolled me onto my side so he could feast on my other breast. His hand trailed down my spine to my lower back, where he pressed hard and pushed me even closer to his cock.
I shifted, and it nestled between my folds, and Vortex groaned.
Evidence of my wet heat covered it as I shifted against him.
Vortex moaned and tore his mouth away as he twisted onto his back.
Straddling him once again, I kept rubbing against his length.
Vortex moved with me, allowing me to control my own desire.
When I was nearly crazed with need, he lifted my hips and positioned me.
“Slowly,” Vortex murmured as I whimpered and began pushing down. Vortex held me steady as I adjusted to take him inside. “Keep going, baby.”
It was torturous. I wanted to ride him like there was no tomorrow, but Vortex refused until he was sure I was stretched. Then his eyes closed, and his hips jack-knifed, and he was fully seated.
“Oh… God!” I cried as powerful hands grasped my hips and Vortex began fucking me.
There was no slow now; he was frantic and urgent, and forced me to take his size.
Friction built as I was opened wide, and I threw my head back as I gasped for air.
Vortex kept hammering, setting a punishing pace which only upped my desire.
“Coming,” Vortex gritted out through clenched teeth. The cords in his neck stood out as he relaxed any control he had and just pounded into me. I could only go along for the ride, and we exploded together.
I saw stars, and everything became blurred as I experienced my third orgasm. My hands shot forward onto his chest to prop myself up as his groin ground into mine, milking our releases. Then Vortex’s hips went slack, and I fell onto his chest.
“Again,” I murmured a few minutes later.
“My pleasure,” Vortex replied. But neither of us moved while we recovered. I wondered how many condoms he had in that box!
Vortex
Content, I sat on the porch, dressed warmly and watching the sun come up.
Amy was still sound asleep, and a smile crossed my lips.
God, she was addictive, and I was worn out from last night.
My cock couldn’t get enough, and twice I’d woken Amy to fuck her senseless.
I’d given her six orgasms and had five of my own.
I was wrung out but knew my cock would be ready to go if I stripped off and moved between her legs.
Amy was beautiful anyway, but in the throes of passion, she surpassed beauty. I planned to feast on her repeatedly until I’d stamped myself into her very skin. Amy wouldn’t be allowed to leave me. I was falling hard, and she was mine. I’d kill anyone who came between us.
A faint buzzing noise came from close by, and I frowned.
What the hell. My eyes narrowed in the rising sun as I spotted something hovering.
A fuckin’ drone! What the fuck! I didn’t think or hesitate, and yanked my gun and shot the thing down.
Jumping to my feet, the front door banged open, and Amy appeared looking panicked.
“Get dressed, I just downed a drone.”
“Where are you going?” Amy gasped as I stepped off the small porch.
“To locate the data card. Lock the door, baby, and get dressed. We’re returning to Merritt.”
Bless her heart, Amy didn’t argue, even though she looked disappointed, but hurried back inside.
The locks engaged, then I stalked through the trees to find the drone.
It took a few minutes, but I located it.
I picked it up and tore out the data card.
I nearly broke it into pieces and then decided I needed to see what was on it.
A rustle in the bushes made me glance around, and I confronted a guy in his twenties.
“What the fuck?”
“This yours?” I demanded, holding the drone.
“You shot it down!” he exclaimed.
“Reporter or wannabe social media star?”
The guy instantly looked cagey, as if trying to figure out what would get him into the least amount of trouble.
“You’re trespassing, and I can shoot you in self-defence,” I snapped and pulled my weapon.
“Social media! I tracked her phone!”
Fuck! Rookie mistake. Should have known better. Angrily, I threw the drone at him. “Leave now.”
“I need that card back.”
“Why?”
“Because I do,” he insisted, squirming.
“What’s on this?” I demanded. Shit, had he taken pictures of Amy and me last night? If he had, he was dead. Nobody would find the body out here.
“There are snaps of me and my girlfriend having sex,” he finally admitted.
“So you came to take images of me and mine, but don’t want yours spread about?” I shouted.
“Yes!”
“Tough luck, asshole. When I get back to Merritt, you and your girl are going to become overnight sensations!”
“You can’t do that, she’s not done anything!”
“Neither does my old lady deserve it, but you were fine posting our pictures. How’s it feel, fucker? You’re about to be violated instead of violating my woman.”
“Don’t, please don’t,” he almost sobbed. “My job will sack me if they get out.”
“But you didn’t give a fuck if you ruined Amy’s life and career, did you? That was okay because it would go viral and you’d get likes. You’re about to be a media sensation for a whole new reason. I’m counting to five. If you ain’t gone, I’ll start shooting.”
With a hitched sob, he took off running. A harsh lesson was gonna be learned.
Amy
What type of fucked up, warped world were we living in?
I kept shaking my head against Vortex’s back as we rode home.
Someone was willing to post images of Vortex and me for likes.
We’d been stalked because my name was in the news because of the explosions.
I wasn’t famous for anything other than refusing to court the media and give interviews. What was wrong with people?
Why did they feel the need to lie, make up stories, spread rumours, and stalk their victims?
Were their lives so sad that they couldn’t live without tearing someone down?
How could somebody be so insecure that they needed to destroy others?
The age of the internet and social media has destroyed common decency and courtesy.
Trolls existed who could cancel careers with a few harsh words.
Cyberbullying was out of control, and social media was a weapon used to wreck lives.
Nowhere was safe anymore. Privacy was an illusion; there was always someone lurking in the street, ready to take pictures or video, whether you wanted them to or not.
Strangers felt entitled to pry into lives without giving a damn about the consequences.
I wished I could hide away from the world and just let it implode, but I couldn’t.
Attention seekers, fame hunters, social media stars, all with no morals and ethics.
That’s what we’d turned into. I had fallen victim myself to watching memes and videos that had been posted.
Now the shoe was on the other foot. I hated it, but I’d been a part of it too.
No more. It was time I made a change, and although one person wouldn’t make a difference, I’d be cutting the poison from my life.
I held on tightly to Vortex. This man, and the future we were building, was what really mattered.
We’d build a relationship that meant something to us, in spite of those ready to tear us down.
Inglorious
“Ya need more brothers or not, Drew?” I demanded over the radio. Today was opening day, and although it was only seven in the morning, there were crowds outside the barriers we’d installed. Drew had called me two hours ago demanding help, and now he was on the radio again.
“Yes, fuck it… Stay on that side of the barrier, ma’am, or you will be arrested! The town isn’t open yet! Inglorious,” Drew growled.
“Moon, Chill, and Sabre are on their way.”
“Send fuckin’ King and Tracker too! Screw that—sir… this is your last warning. I will arrest you… Add Nanci, she’ll terrify them!” Drew snapped.
The saloon doors banged, and I spun just in time to see my woman disappearing through them.
“Got your wish, Nanci’s on her way!” I grinned. Nanci would rip everyone a new one.
“Thank God.” Drew sighed and cut the radio.
“Sounds like we’ve got crowds,” Vortex said, yawning.
“Yup. Between the draw of seeing one of us, you know, bullshit heroes, and the sight of the zeppelin crash. Amy being here and maybe catching a glimpse, we’ve triple the crowd we expected.” I frowned.
“Add to the fact that we’re being touted as a restored, live Wild West town, yeah, we’ve got fans,” Vortex added. He yawned again and scratched his belly.
“Did you get Moon to post those pictures?”
“Fuck yes. Moon blacked out any women’s faces or identifying marks, but that little shit is trending all over.” Vortex smirked. Moon had uploaded it with a warning.
‘Stalk an innocent person with the intent to blow up their life, and we’ll hit back twice as hard.
This guy stalked Amy Wright to a private cabin, intending to post pictures and footage of her.
A complete invasion of privacy, and one we won’t take sitting down.
The shoe’s on the other foot, motherfucker.
How do you like it when your life is invaded?
This is a warning to anyone who seeks to fuck with us.
The Unwanted Bastards MC.’
“Moon says it’s hard to get over one million views and continues to spread,” Vortex continued.
“Maybe the asshole learned a lesson.”
“Fucker also got fired because his employer didn’t like the lack of privacy, and as an accountant, privacy is highly regarded.” Vortex smirked.
I chuckled. I could understand that. “Ready for today?”
“Sure. Has someone warned Gravey?” Vortex questioned.
“He’s got Joe up there, and Rory is guarding the clubhouse,” I replied.
“Let’s get this day done with,” Vortex replied, looking resigned. I nodded and steeled myself for chaos.