95. Rory
Ninety-Five
Rory
I’d been home for a week, and my cut was to the point it was irritating and itchy, so I was aggravated.
My attacker-slash-stalker wannabe was messaging me still, and he wasn’t helping my mood.
I was pissed off that he came to my shop and then ran like a coward instead of fighting like a man.
I was mad at myself and my brain for how I reacted when he was on top of me, but I was grateful I was able to get out of it before he did anything.
He was desperate. One thing I knew about desperate people was that they did irrational things.
Everyone at the clubhouse knew if I was annoyed, to stay far away from me.
Normally food would curb the bitch, but I was sex-deprived.
Vesper was sex on legs just like Hades, but Vesper wouldn’t touch me until my arm healed more.
If she didn’t fuck me, I would strap her down and make her watch.
Either way, I was having multiple orgasms tonight.
I needed to talk to Widow. She was stuck in the middle of listening to my sister and wanting me. I wasn’t stupid, but Widow was the queen of avoidance.
“Hey, Reba, do you know where Vesper is?”
“I think she’s working on her car.”
Vesper. Shirtless. Sweaty. Tattoos on display. Was this what it felt like to be in heat? I must be ovulating. Dear God, I need to get laid. I thanked Reba before skipping to the garage.
Vesper was under her Escalade, changing the oil.
At least that was what I was assuming. I wasn’t a car girl.
I was a bike girl. I knew how to change and fix everything on my bike, but if someone asked me to change the oil or brakes on a normal vehicle, I was lost. I’d been a biker girl since Cinder brought me to Briarwood and showed me her 1978 Harley Davidson.
Currently, my obsession was the hot woman in jeans and I was assuming a white tank top. She was literally the walking stereotype for a masc lesbian. Vesper reminded me of a more Latina version of Corky for Bound and goddamn were all my fantasies about to come true.
“Is it appropriate to give you a strip tease in the garage?”
Vesper cursed and hit her head against her car. “Jesus fuck, mariposa.”
She slid from under the car, rubbing the side of her head.
Her white tank had grease stains and she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Fuck, there must be a God up there and I was their favorite.
It was about time sky daddy started making life better.
I was ogling Vesper like a piece of meat, but damn, could she blame me?
Vesper was sin, and right now, she was exactly the person I needed to kill this building desire between my thighs.
“Have you ever been ate out in the hood of a car?” she asked as she scrubbed her hands in the sink.
I smirked. “There’s a time for firsts.”
Vesper came up to me, grabbing me by my throat and pulling me into her.
Our lips clashed as the kiss turned frenzied.
It felt like I hadn't touched her in decades when it was only a few hours ago that I kissed her, but it wasn’t like this.
Vesper was scared she’d hurt my arm, but a little pain never hurt when pleasure was involved.
Vesper fumbled with the strings of my corset top, huffing when one got tangled. She pulled out her switchblade and cut them before ripping the corset from my body. I scoffed, looking at her with distaste. That was my favorite top.
“I’ll buy you more.” She ripped her lips from mine, trailing slipping kisses and bites down my jawline, neck, and stopping at my breasts. Her hand kneaded my left while her mouth bit and teased my right, pulling my piercing between her teeth.
Sex was already hot, but the foreplay before the orgasm was mind-boggling.
If I didn’t hate edging, I could have Vesper’s mouth on me for hours, nipping and biting before I ever came.
She pushed me towards the hood of her Escalade, and she must love me because Black Dahlia was her baby.
She would kill for this car, and now she was about to devour me on top of it.
Vesper unbuttoned my leather pants, tugging the tight fabric down my legs before picking me up and placing me on the edge of her car.
I wiggled against the slick steel to get comfortable, leaning back so I could watch her.
I was at the perfect height for my pussy to be in her face.
She looped her fingers into my thong and dragged the damp fabric down my thighs, putting them in her pocket.
I was now naked in the clubhouse garage, and at the mercy of Vesper.
Anybody could walk in on us, and that made me more delirious with lust.
“Dios mios,” Vesper cursed. “Mira este bonito cono.” She bit my inner thigh. “Eres una mariposa perfecta. Tan malditamente hermosa.” You are perfect, butterfly. So goddamn beautiful.
“Eres perfecto, Vesper. Por favor. Te necesito.” My Spanish was a little rusty.
“You're pretty when you beg, mariposa,” I groaned, moving my hips so she would get the message. I loved being cute with her and speaking her native tongue, but goddamn I wanted her tongue devouring me.
Her mouth finally crashed against my pussy, and she moaned against me, the vibrations hitting my clit and making me arch my back.
To say it was impossible to make me come this quick would be a lie.
Vesper’s mouth was seriously skilled, and I was too damn horny to hold off.
She wrapped her arms around my thighs, holding me down against the car as she ate.
And goddamn, did she know how to eat. I had three women who knew how to use their mouths, fingers, and toys to get me off.
My pussy was going to run away with how much pleasure I would receive, but fuck, I wasn’t complaining… yet.
She edged me closer…closer…and then she stopped. “Vesper!” I groaned.
“Beg, mariposa. I want to hear how needy my beautiful girl is.”
“Please, fuck me Daddy,” I hissed through gritted teeth. I knew I was being a brat and that wasn’t what she wanted, but I was so close to my orgasm. When I said edging pissed me off, I wasn’t lying. “Stop fucking teasing me and fuck me like the needy girl I am. I need you.”
Her tongue speared into my pussy, jutting into my entrance and bringing me to the edge again. Only she let me tumble to the sweet abyss of pleasure. Vesper licked me from clit, to center, and back again before pulling my swollen clit between her teeth.
“Fuck, Daddy!”
The garage door opened, and we both looked to the door to see Mal standing there. Their arms were crossed over their chest and they didn’t look too pleased. I might’ve forgotten that the garage had shitty insulation.
Vesper didn’t stop until my back was arching and another scream escaped my lips. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, V—Daddy!” I collapsed onto the hood of her Escalade as she crawled up my body and captured my lips.
“Naughty girl.”
I glanced at Mal who was still standing at the door, looking displeased. They kept the door open so everyone just heard me call Vesper Daddy as she brought me to an orgasm. “If you're going to eat her pussy, maybe gag her so the entire clubhouse doesn’t hear her screaming your name.”
“You know you liked it.” Vesper laughed.
They rolled their eyes. “I have my own girl I enjoy eating, thanks. Widow is back. She needs to talk to you.”
“Why didn’t she come in here then?”
“She said something about a distraction and not needing to be blinded by Rory’s pussy.”
I perched up again. “Does Widow want a taste, too?”
Mal rolled their eyes. “Put some clothes on and come play poker while they talk.”
“Oh, an orgasm and kicking your ass in poker. Let’s fucking go.”
I kissed Vesper, grabbing my leather pants and slipping into them without my panties and reaching into one of the drawers where Vesper kept her spare shirts. The tank top was more of a sports bra on me, but it got the job done. Besides, I didn't intend on wearing it for long.