TWENTY-NINE
Tequila
I'm a mess of intense lust. Throttle took the seat next to me during dinner. Not across. With our shoulders brushing. Legs touching and his touch on my bare thigh made it impossible for me to focus. Tonight, has been a series of fumbles and knock-overs like I've never experienced before. I lost to the water glass; the score is two to zero.
The memory of his rough hands sliding up my upper leg makes my cheeks burn. If I had worn underwear, they would have ended up soaked. I was so eager that I almost shouted at him to feel me more. Lift those beautiful hands and touch me already. However, he's acting like a complete gentleman. I have no interest in him being chivalrous and patient. I wanted him to strip me and fuck me every which way on the restaurant table. I was drowning. Couldn’t breathe. Why did he have to be so attractive? I had to excuse myself twice to take a breath and find space.
Lord.
Our only moment of effective communication because we were both suffering was when our food arrived, and he released me with disappointment. My skin never felt so lonely after that.
We discussed his childhood in greater detail, focusing on the comfortable aspects, while I elaborated on my school experiences and post-graduation plans. To be honest, I prefer to remain here. Remain close to everyone, and now that we’re considered dating, Throttle wants me to stay with him. Live with him. I mean, it only makes sense at this point.
All or nothing.
Throttle pays and we depart. As he opens the door, the chilly night air kisses my face. However, I embrace it because it was like being trapped in hell inside.
Due to it being so busy, Throttle's truck was a good distance from the restaurant. Hand in hand, we stroll along the sidewalk, experiencing a natural connection. Comfortable. Like we’ve been doing this for years.
“Thank you for dinner. It was fun and well... interesting.” I chuckle. Fun with my vagina screaming in agony.
Throttle comes to a stop and upon receiving no reply, I glance upward, noticing a faint hint of tension on his face. With a tightening grip, he silently warns me.
I follow his line of sight and my heart thumps faster.
He embraces me tightly, and despite his predatory appearance, he appears calm except for the slight strain in his jaw.
A gentle breeze tousles my hair, sending fallen leaves swirling. Apart from the people crossing the street, it's just us and our unwelcome guest who hasn't made a move toward us. With a half-cocked grin, he's leaning against his Harley and staring at me and Throttle. With a flick of the cigarette, he advances in our direction, as if we are his sole purpose. It's probably not the right time to mention his unhealthy habit and littering. These men are terrible at throwing their trash away.
One thing I recall is his imposing stature and many tattoos.
“Pipe.” Throttle’s arm tightens around my shoulder.
“Throttle, was it?” Pipe blocks our path, and his enormous body makes it impossible to see over him.
Throttle doesn’t answer. His blank expression pierces through the man standing in front of us.
“Right. I guess I’ll make this quick. I thought it’d be simpler with just one of you instead of your entire club wanting to rip my throat out.”
“Wouldn’t a phone call have sufficed?” I regret my sudden outburst and Throttle's grip on my shoulder suggests he wants me to be quiet.
Pipe now pays me attention, despite ignoring me before. He scans my dress, and his gaze lingers on my chest. I can sense him stripping me and a chill runs down my spine.
“The way you're looking at my girl is going to create a serious problem for us,” Throttle threatens in a manner that’s menacing.
“Good looking woman you have there, brother. But if she were mine, I’d keep her on a leash with her mouth tied shut.”
A threatening growl snaps the silence. Throttle tries to lunge forward, but I stop him with a hand on his chest. He should avoid tearing the guy's throat out tonight, speaking on behalf of his club.
“This is your third visit, Pipe. I suggest you say whatever the fuck you need to say or we’re going to believe your club is behind all the shit that’s going down.” Throttle closes both hands into angry balls of fists.
“I can accept that.” Pipe crosses his oversized arms over his chest. “Heard you got shot at. Again.”
“Yeah. Seems to happen a lot.”
Pipe snickers. “You saw them carry out a body, yeah?”
I gasp, catching Pipe's attention before he refocuses on Throttle.
A body. Oh no.
“We never verified that it was a body. Never got a look.”
“We did. The sister belonging to one of my guys. His sulking is irritating, like a miserable dog.”
This douchebag.
“Irritating? We’re not talking about gum at the bottom of your shoe. Someone’s family is dead and who knows what she went through. How can you be so cruel?” I need to learn to shut up.
He arches an eyebrow at me yet pays no attention to my outburst. “My guy wants revenge. Justice, as you’d call it, and well, I’m pretty sure you and your club will want in.”
“We’re working on it. Alone.” Throttle stresses the alone part.
“Mmm. And how’s that going?” Pipe sneers and Throttle’s jaw tics.
Based on what's been circulating in the club, their attempts to find out anything have been unsuccessful. It angers me. Throttle putting himself in such danger for a tracking device that hasn’t led them anywhere.
Throttle rubs circles on my shoulder. “Let me guess, you and your boys are going in guns blazing. That doesn't strike me as a solid plan. Why not notify the heat if she was one of yours?”
Pipe snorts. “We don’t deal with any of those pigs. This is our business. Tell your President he knows where to find me.”
The thick air of tension dissipates as Pipe hops onto his Harley, swinging his meaty thigh over. “Oh, and sweetheart, don’t go insulting me or my club before you know what the fuck you’re talking about.” In those parting words, he rides off, leaving only the sound of a rumbling motorcycle behind.
Throttle's hand tightens.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“I’d be worried if you didn’t.” The side of his mouth turns up.
The walk to the truck remained quiet. My heart goes out to the guy who lost his sister. What a devastating loss. I hope those men who harmed her receive the consequences they deserve. I can't comprehend the suffering that female must have faced. I didn’t know her name or her age. What she did for a living. If she had a family. However, I'm still saddened by it.
The drive back, I knew it was best to avoid asking about club business, but the uneasy silence has been unsettling since the encounter with the Pipe. Will Throttle and the club's heroic actions ever suffice? Will it ever end?
“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask.
He grips the steering wheel with white knuckles. “The only thing I want to do is get you home.”
Out my window, the tress blur by.
“This didn’t ruin our date, I promise. It’s just another day.”
Another day, another motorcycle club adventure. Most people would have fled by now. Not me. I accepted the risks and dangers a while ago.
“I’ll deal with the situation first thing tomorrow, but tonight… you’re mine.”
The ache between my thighs would agree. I’ve always been his.
Throttle quickly opens our home's door. He tugs me inside, forcefully shuts it, and presses me against the wooden surface. I'm enclosed by his arms. My only option is to gaze up at him. He’s perfect and it’s utterly painful.
“I need to kiss you. Feel you. Taste you.” He stops to hover only inches away from my mouth. “I’m trying to be a gentleman, but I’m so close to saying fuck that.”
Our breaths become wild, and his scent saturates the faint space between us.
“I don’t want you to be a gentleman, Throttle. If you don’t touch me… for the love of God, I’m going to lose my mind.”
With a smirk, he gently cups my face. Then he seals the remaining space to satisfy our hungry appetites. This connection of power is invading us. His touch and kiss feel like he’s been missing me for years.
His tongue explores mine, increasing in speed and consuming my mouth.
Gripping his jacket, I slide it off his muscular shoulders, and he aids in taking it off. As I quickly work the buttons on his dress shirt, I watch him complete the remaining ones. I can't resist running my tongue across my lips as I admire his displayed tattoos and sculpted body. The involuntary desire takes hold and I reach up, stroking his chest and then down to his abs. I can’t get enough. I will never get enough of him.
"If you keep touching me like that, I won't be able to control myself.” He breathes against my ear.
“I don’t want you to,” I demand, my lips swollen from his kiss.
The heat of passion flickers in his eyes. “Tequila… I want to do this right. We don’t need to do anything tonight.”
I want him. “There's no friends with benefits between us anymore. I want this. Throttle, just take me already. I'm done waiting.”
He purrs with his fingers tracing every bit of me and intervenes as I attempt to reach behind my back and find the zipper on my dress. “Hang on.” He lifts me effortlessly and I wrap my legs around him, my hands fisting in his soft, tousled hair.
Leading us to the kitchen counter, he lowers me down while maintaining his hold on my waist. With his eyes fixed on mine, he runs his calloused hands up my heated thighs, reaching the hem of my dress.
I’m panting. He’s panting.
I'm so desperate that I'm close to begging and urging him to get a move on.
“Touch me,” I whisper.
With a predatory look, he continues to hold eye contact while slipping a hand beneath the fabric and moving upward until he reaches my aroused area. “My rose, you're not wearing any underwear. If I had known, I would have done more for you at that restaurant.”
I'm grateful that the panty lines were visible in this.
I sink my teeth into my lip to suppress the urge to scream. He hasn’t even done anything to me yet and I’m coming undone.
“Forgive me?” I ask in desperation.
“You’re forgiven, but I’m thinking a punishment is in order.”
My heart and body ache for it, yearning to be satisfied.
He opens my thighs and brushes his thumb against my clit. With my palms pressing against the cool counter, I arch my spine.
He playfully rubs small circles, teasing me and then advances one, then two fingers inside me. Slow. Ever so slowly that it’s punishing.
Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back. “Please. Please, I need more,” I beg.
“Patience, my rose.” His teeth nip my clit, sending a shock of pleasure through me. His tongue teases and I’m seeing stars.
"Yes," I say, barely able to speak, as I caress my own breasts.
He pushes his fingers inside once more, and my inner wall ignites with fire.
I lift my dress, revealing more of my exposed area for him to touch, while his hands explore my wetness.
“You’re soaked. Christ, Tequila. I need to taste you again.”
In a violent manner, he yanks one strap off my shoulder, exposing my breast, and sucks on my nipple.
Teasing. Flicking. Grabbing.
I scream out with unparalleled pleasure.
Moving down, he uses his tongue on me, bringing me to the brink of climax. I'm on the verge of reaching my peak, my body buckling and arching.
“That’s it. That’s it, Throttle. I’m going to come.”
Right when I'm about to explode, he stops.
“No!” I shout in frustrated disappointment.
He kisses me, my essence on his lips. “You’re going to orgasm only on my cock.”
Throttle unbuckles his pants, and I see his hard, impressive penis emerging from underneath his briefs.
“Hurry,” I plead, and he obeys, stalking toward me. “I forgot how big you are.”
He smirks, and I’m unable to resist. I take hold of his length and stroke him.
“Jesus, Tequila.” He grips the counter at the edges, and his forearm muscles flex.
Even though I don’t want to stop, he persists by taking my hand, kissing it, and attempting to undo my dress. With a quick movement, he lifts my ass and tugs my dress loose, yanking the straps and tossing it free.
I’m naked on the cold counter and Throttle is staring at me like I'm the most stunning woman.
As my cheeks blush, I guide his hand to my breast. “Fuck me while you play with me.”
Pulling my hips forward, he moans and then lifts me up by wrapping a muscular arm around my back and throwing me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?”
My naked ass is in the air as he dives a finger into my pussy and walks us up the stairs. Pleasure escapes me as my back collides with the bed. Not mine, but his and his manly scent everywhere.
“I’m fucking you in my bed.” He looms over me, teasing more with plunging another finger into me before thrusting his thickness inside.
It doesn’t hurt like last time. It's nothing but pure, intense, amazing pleasure. He pauses only to check on me and when I don’t protest, he moves again.
I clutch the sheets while he supports my head with his hand.
“This pussy is mine.”
Thrust.
“No other man will ever come near it again.”
Thrust. Oh God. I’m so close.
“And if they try, I will kill them.”
I know.
Thrust.
“And your cock is mine. No other woman gets it,” I scream out and right before the eruption, his tongue flicks over my nipple.
I come undone.
Like a tidal wave, the orgasm sweeps through me, and Throttle reaches for his release. Our bodies kick with explosive thunder, leaving us completely breathless.
His enormous, beautiful, nude body descends onto my own, while his forearms keep his weight from crushing me.
We pant to recover the lost air.
He raises his head, his gaze intensely fixed on mine. With a gentle touch on his cheek, I kiss him. Our tongues intertwining once more.
“I’ll be right back.” He kisses a peck to my nose before strutting off, and I can’t help but to stare at his impressive ass cheeks.
He returns. First, he cleans me off and then gives me one of his anime shirts. I don't know what to do right now. Do I stay? Does he want me to stay? I decide to leave.
“And where do you think you’re going?” He stalks toward me with my hand paused on the door handle.
He reaches above. His body warms my back as he closes the door. He then leans in, brushing his lips to my ear. “I don’t think so.” He picks me up, and I chuckle like a little girl, us both collapsing onto his inviting sheets.
“Now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.”
Words I’ve longed to hear. Without Throttle, my life held no significance. I would be simply existing, not living.
He envelops me in his arms, melding our torsos together like second skin. If it were possible to fuse, I believe we would.