Moose Chapter 8
I was beyond ready to talk to Zisa. Sitting through dinner had been a test of endurance. I enjoyed spending time with her and her family. I saw Shantel in Zisa. There was no doubt her strength had created the woman I couldn’t stop thinking about or desiring. Imani and Milan were sweet, well-behaved girls who would undoubtedly grow up to be beautiful and strong women like their mamie and aunt. It made you wonder why Zuri went so wrong. She had those two angels and walked away.
Carnage had been a revelation at dinner. The way he was with all of them, especially the girls and Shantel, stunned me until I figured out what he was up to. The old dog was attracted to Shantel. Who could blame him? But I hoped he wasn’t just thinking with his cock. I’d have a talk with him after I was finished stating my case to Zisa and I figured out how to broach it without him kicking my ass.
Zisa dropped off her mom and the girls. She walked them to the door. There were a couple of minutes of back and forth between her and Shantel before her mom waved at us and went inside. The girls had run into the house as soon as they got the door open, but only after yelling out thank you to us.
The drive was only a couple of miles from their place to Zisa’s, but it sure felt longer. Carnage had driven off in the opposite direction when we got back on the road. He gave me a thumbs-up as he did. While they talked at the door, he told me not to fuck it up, and he’d see me when he saw me. He grinned as he said it.
I had no plans to stay the night, although God knows I wouldn’t say no if she asked me. I didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize my chances with Zisa, but I wanted her naked and me tasting every part of her, then me pounding her pussy until we both couldn’t move anymore. I wanted to have my seed coating her body inside and out. To fill every hole she had. This was primitive shit that I had never experienced with anyone.
At Marco’s, I’d seen the way many of the men were looking at her and Shantel. I wanted to stand up and shout that she was mine, and any fucker who thought he could take her away from me better get ready to die. Throwing her over my shoulder and hauling her off to my bed to keep her as mine beat within me like a drum. The word mine played over and over in my head. Thankfully, none of those guys approached her, said anything, or touched her, so I stayed in control.
Those three bitches had pissed me off, but Zisa and her mom had those well in hand. The comments about their asses had angered me. I loved her softness and curves. That ass of hers was what dreams were made of—hot, horny dreams. Shit, just thinking it had me hard. I needed to get this damn thing under control. We were pulling into her driveway. She parked in the garage. I took time shutting down my bike and removing my helmet, so my raging erection would deflate.
She shut the main garage door and then came out a small side one. Her steps were slow as she made her way over to me. There was apprehension in her gaze. I needed to get rid of it. I only hoped I could. What if she knew what I wanted to say, and she was trying to figure out how to let me down without hurting my feelings? Was her leaving me in Frisco her true answer? She wanted nothing more than one night?
I swung off the bike and took her hand. I pulled her close, which she didn’t protest or resist. “We need to get inside. It’s too cold out here,” I told her as I hustled her to the front door.
When we got there, she had the key ready. I took it from her so I could unlock the door and open it. She preceded me inside, allowing me to shut and lock it behind us. A light had been left on so we could see. She slipped off her coat and heels. She put her coat away in a closet next to the door. I bent down to take off my boots.
“Oh, you don’t have to remove them unless it’s more comfortable,” she said hastily.
“I’d like them off if you don’t mind.”
“Oh, yes, please get comfortable. Can I offer you something to drink?”
“I’m good, but if you need one, go ahead. Where would you like to talk?”
The inside was cute and had a warm, homey feel. It reminded me of home when I was growing up. We were in a small entryway.
“We can go to the living room. It’s this way,” she said, pointing to the right.
I let her lead, and we ended up in a small living room slash kitchen combo. When she went to the couch and sat down, I took my cue from her, and I did the same. She and I were on the couch with a few scant inches between us. I was glad she didn’t sit in the chair. Her eyes roamed the room for a few moments before she settled them determinedly on me. Her hands were clasped together and resting on her lap. I watched her take a deep breath.
“Alright, we’re here. Care to tell me why you came all the way to Salina? And how you found me in the first place. I know I didn’t tell you where I lived or my last name.”
“You’re right, you didn’t, which was glaringly obvious when I woke up Sunday morning and found myself alone in your bed. Before I tell you how I found you, I want to know why you did it. Why did you leave me and run?”
“Moose, I didn’t run away. I got up and left because that was what we were going to do anyway. Are you here because you want to tell me off for leaving when you wanted to be the one to do it? Did it hurt your male ego so much to have a woman do to you what you’ve done to countless women and intended to do to me?” she asked snippily.
I worked not to get defensive. I could see what she was doing. She wanted to make me angry, so I’d admit that, and she’d feel vindicated for how she left. Well, I had news for her. It wasn’t going to work. She needed to know I had no intention of walking away that morning. And I had no intention of doing it now. Being with her for the past couple of hours had sealed it for me.
“No, I’m not here to tell you off because you hurt my male pride. Have I walked away from a lot of women after a night of sex? Yes, I have. And they all knew it before we ever got naked that all it was was one night of sex. Did I at any time say that to you?”
Her mouth was partly open, and she was staring at me. It took her a few moments for her to say anything back. “W-well, no, you didn’t say it, but I knew it was. A man like you takes what he can get and moves on. That’s why I didn’t stick around. There was no need. And I was ready to get on the road, and you were asleep.”
“Bullshit. It was because you were afraid that was what I would do, and you didn’t want to hear it. You thought you’d turn the tables on me. And you have no idea what a man like me wants. I have news for you, babe. I had no intention of saying thanks or so long. I intended to get your number and talk to you about how we could handle this.”
“Handle what?”
“Handle the fact that you live in Kansas and I live in Nebraska, and it’s a four-hour drive between us. How to coordinate a long-distance relationship. And talk about how the fuck I could stand to be away from you and not be able to see, touch, feel, and smell you every mother fucking day! The idea of it makes me crazy. I’ve been going nuts for the past two weeks. Not knowing if I’d ever find you almost made me lose my mind! Carnage was about to fine, kick, or both my ass because I was screwing up at work and snapping at my club,” I told her in a rush. So much for calmly talking to her.
She was staring at me, stunned. She blinked a couple of times, then, in a whisper, said, “You want a relationship? With me? Are you sure? Tell me this isn’t a game.”
I slid closer until our knees were touching. I grabbed her hands. “This. Isn’t. A. Game. I want us to have a relationship.”
A sound like a sob came bursting out of her, then the next thing I knew, she had launched herself into my arms and was straddling my lap as she kissed me. It was a frantic, wet, and hot kiss with teeth and tongue. I growled as I gripped the back of her head and tilted it so I could kiss her deeper. Our mouths mated. As they did, my cock grew into a hard piece of steel. She was moaning and whimpering as she kissed me and ground her core on my erection. Her dress was hiked up, and there were just her panties and my jeans separating us.
Unable to resist, I reached between us and wiggled my index finger under the edge of her panties. I felt the silkiness of her bare lips a moment before the wet heat of her folds. I groaned into her mouth and ran my finger up and down her slit, gathering her creaminess. Rubbing over her distended clit made her cry out and grind down on me harder. I moved, sinking my finger into her hole.
She broke her mouth away from mine, threw back her head, and moaned. Her fingers were gripping my shoulders tightly. We needed to talk, and we would, but there was no way in hell I could leave her in need. She needed to come. Tugging her head back to mine, I retook her mouth as I continued to play with her pussy. Her slickness grew. It wasn’t more than a minute or two before she orgasmed, soaking my fingers, her panties, and the front of my jeans. I kept thrusting in and out of her until she stopped coming and slumped over me. She was panting hard. Then I removed my hand and brought it to my mouth, where I licked it clean. I groaned at her taste and smell.
Suddenly, she stiffened and tried to sit up and get off me. I refused to let her. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Zisa buried her face in my chest and shook it. “I can’t believe I did that. I acted like a bitch in heat. Oh my God,” she wailed.
“You weren’t any such thing. You needed to get off. Don’t be ashamed of slaking your desire. That’s what I’m here for, and it’s my privilege. In fact, I’d better be the only one you do it with unless you want me to hurt someone. If I happen not to be around, you can pleasure yourself, but I want you to video chat with me so we can do it together.” The idea made my cock throb. I hissed at the teeth of my zipper, biting into it.
Zisa scooted us apart far enough to be able to glance down at my erection, straining my jeans. I saw her bite her bottom lip. When she looked back up into my face, I noticed the heat was still there, only banked a bit. I groaned when her hand cupped me, and she squeezed and then stroked my covered cock.
“Christ, stop, or I’ll blow my load in my jeans,” I muttered.
“Well, that would be a crime, so why don’t we go to my room and get more comfortable? I’ll see if I can help you with this,” she suggested in a throbbing voice.
I didn’t argue. Our talk would have to wait until we satisfied our sexual desire a time or three. It was impossible to stay on course with so much hunger between us. Two weeks of pent-up emotion and longing needed to be addressed.
Shifting forward, I stood, taking her with me. She wrapped her arms around my neck while my hands held her up by the globes of her ass. I kneaded them as I walked toward the only hallway visible.
“End of the hall,” she muttered between the kisses and nibbles she placed on my neck and jaw.
Entering her bedroom, she was the one to reach out and flip a switch, which turned on a lamp next to her bed. The decor didn’t register. All that did was the large bed in the center of the room. I took her straight to it and laid her down. Stepping back, I got to work on removing my clothes. I was ravenous for her.
I was glad to see that she didn’t attempt to remove her clothes this time. She remembered I liked to do that myself. I didn’t waste time getting off my clothes. I hung my cut on the post of the bed, and I dropped the rest to the floor. When I was naked, I paused to tug on my cock a few times before getting down to removing every scrap of clothing from her body. She was panting as she eyed my erection.
When I got on the bed, I moaned when she grasped me at the base and slid her hand up and down my length. I had to grab her hand and stop her. “Zisa, babe, don’t. I’m close. If you do that, I’ll explode.”
“Then come up here and let me suck it. That way, you can explode, and I get to taste you.”
Unable to say no, I knee-walked up to her head and then straddled her chest. She didn’t wait for an invitation to latch onto me and lick the head. It reminded me of the way she licked her dessert spoon clean at dinner. The wickedly sexy look she gave me told me she knew it, too.
Zisa kept flicking her tongue and making small licks all over the head, but she wouldn’t suck the whole thing into her mouth. I caught the smirk she tried to hide. She was doing it on purpose to make me wild.
Grasping her chin, I gently though firmly pried her jaws open, then lodged the head at her lips. “Suck my cock, woman, or I won’t eat or fuck your pussy until you come. I’ll keep you on the edge all fucking night, even if it kills us both,” I growled.
She let a whimper escape then I was being sucked into a scalding cavern. My hips bucked involuntarily, driving my cock deeper. Zisa’s hands came up to help the process. While she licked and sucked, taking more of my cock deeper, her hands pumped the base and teased the fuck out of my sac. She kneaded and twisted my balls, making my desire increase.
I’d had a lot of women give me head, but none of them ever made me feel as good as Zisa. The woman knew how to suck a cock. I shied away from thinking about how she was so good at it. We’d been at it a few minutes when she deep-throated me, sending me flying to the very edge of my control. She knew it, too, because she did it again and again. I could feel my balls tightening. I barely had time to warn her.
“I’m about to blow.”
Her response was to suck me deeper and swallow around the head. I groaned long and loud as I pumped load after load of my cum down her throat while she hummed and swallowed. By the time I was done, I was weak in the knees for a moment. Zisa slowly and softly lapped at me, bringing me down until I reluctantly withdrew. My cock was momentarily deflated, but I knew it wouldn’t take much to have me raring to go. And I knew exactly what I wanted to do until I was.
Unstraddling her body, I moved away so I could undress her. Her dress was hiked above her thighs. I grasped the bottom hem and tugged on it. She lifted her ass off the mattress so I could work it over those lush cheeks of hers. When it was clear, she used her strong core to hold her upper body up so I could get it the rest of the way up and then off. Admiring her in the peach-colored bra and panty set she wore, I cupped her tits through the material and squeezed them before finding the clasp and undoing it.
Tossing away her bra, I leaned over to nuzzle and lick her tits then I sucked a nipple into my mouth. I thrashed it with my tongue, then bit down on the tip and gently tugged on it. Her moans grew. While I mouthed the one, I teased the other with my fingers, plucking and twisting the nub. I knew from last time she loved to have her tits played with.
I did this for I don’t know how long before I kissed and nibbled my way from there to the band of her panties. Her rich scent teased my nose and made my mouth water in anticipation. I nudged down the band with my nose so I could inhale deeper. As she overwhelmed my senses, I yanked them down, barely stopping myself from tearing them. She lifted her legs, which helped me to get them off.
Maneuvering her so I could spread those thick thighs of hers, I lowered myself on my belly and got to feasting. I licked her from hole to clit and back, sucked on her clit, nibbled her folds and nub, tongued and finger-fucked her hole repeatedly until she was dripping, but I refused to let her go over the edge. I held her there for a long time. Even though my cock was back to being hard as steel, I refused to give either of us relief until she begged for it. We were both stubborn, it seemed.
When she finally broke and begged, I almost sobbed in relief as she begged, “Please, God, let me come, Moose.” Her whole body was tense and shaking.
Thrusting my fingers inside of her, I curled them to tease her G-spot. At the same time, I sucked hard on her clit. She screamed as she came, flooding my mouth and the bed. I lapped her honeyed cream up eagerly and didn’t quit until she went limp.
Rising up when I was finished, I moved over her until I was able to gaze down at her face. She was dazed and sated-looking. Giving her a hard kiss with tongue, we kept kissing until I knew I had to be inside of her or die. Last time, we’d used condoms. This time, I didn’t want anything between us. I was clean. I’d been tested since coming back from Frisco, and I hadn’t touched anyone else. I didn’t want anyone but her.
“Baby, I need you,” I told her when I broke our kiss.
“Then take me.”
“I intend to, but I don’t want a barrier between us. Please tell me you’re protected.” Not that I gave a damn if she wasn’t.
“I am, and clean but—”
“Shh, say no more. I’m clean, too. I made sure of it,” I assured her.
She barely hesitated before nodding her head. Not waiting a second more, I used my arms to push her legs up and out further. While she held them there, I grasped the base of my cock and ran it up and down her still-slick folds, causing us both to groan before notching it at her entrance and thrusting. I didn’t slam it in, but I did do it in one continuous thrust. When I bottomed out, we paused to catch our breath.
The feel of her without a thin membrane between us was better than I’d ever imagined. Christ, after this, I’d never be able to go back to sex with us using a condom. And there should be no need. I was determined that Zisa Adams would be mine for the rest of our lives—as my old lady. I knew I’d found what Daredevil and the other Infidels had found, as well as Howler and Clutch. All I had to do was convince Zisa of it. Making her lose her mind with orgasms was the first step toward achieving that goal.
For this first round, I knew I needed to take the edge off, so I set a fast pace. Even though it was one, I made sure to make her come twice on my cock before I was willing to come myself. It was torture to hold back. The feel of her milking me was heaven and hell mixed. I slid the head of my cock over her G-spot numerous times, in addition to rubbing circles on her clit. Her hard nipples weren’t safe either. I sucked, bit, and tweaked those as well.
When I sensed her ramping up for another orgasm, I combined it all together so we’d come at the same time. The detonation was like nothing I’d ever had before. I grew lightheaded, and my vision dimmed as my whole body jerked and quivered. Despite coming in her mouth, I still deposited a more than decent load of cum in her pussy. I wanted to thump my chest and roar as I did. My scent, my seed, was inside her. She was mine.
Collapsing over her, I held myself up enough not to flatten her. We panted loudly. We stayed this way until our breathing slowed, and then I rolled off her. I took her with me, so she ended up cuddling in my arms. She had her head nuzzled into my chest. I rubbed my fingers up and down her spine. Utter contentment filled me.
“That was incredible,” she whispered.
“It was, and it always is with you. You make me forget my name, Zisa. Now that I can sorta feel my legs again, what do you say to us taking a shower? We seem to have gotten messy somehow,” I teased.
She giggled before rolling off me. Getting up, I held her hand as she showed me into her bathroom. Her shower was small, but I thought we could both squeeze into it. It just meant we’d be close, which I didn’t mind at all. While I turned on the water, she used the toilet. Her cheeks pinked up when she saw me watching her. However, she didn’t chase me out, which I liked. I wanted her to be comfortable with me enough to do anything. Taking a piss was a bodily function we all had to perform, so why get embarrassed.
When the water was hot, we got in. We laughed as we contorted ourselves to be able to wash and then rinse. By the time we were clean, we were glad to get out. My shower back at the clubhouse was larger than this, thank God. I made a mental note that when we built our house, we’d make sure to have a huge one built with more than enough room for both of us to play. I dried her off and then myself before taking her back to bed.