Rod (31 page)

“Oh, you’ve had this coming for a while
now,” he teases.

I sit up and look on as he buries his head
between my legs, his tongue lashing up against my clit in hungry, wanton
movements.
 
He circles the hood with the
tip of his tongue, sending tingles and quakes throughout my body.
 
I arch my back as he relentlessly pleasures
me.

My moans increase in sound and frequency
as I near orgasm.
 
He feels my legs
quivering and increases his tongue lashing.
 
He parts my lips and pushes a finger forward inside of me, sending me
over the edge.
 
I moan loudly, but he
doesn’t take my mind-blowing orgasm as any cue to stop licking me.

I shake all over, but rise to a sitting
position so that I can move to return the favor.
 
My warm center is filled with my own juices
coupled with his saliva.
 
I get up from
the bed and he stands up with me.
 
I
force him onto the bed and hover over him, undoing his jeans.

I unzip them and then pull them from his
body.
 
His manhood is bursting in size as
it desperately seeks its freedom from his grey striped boxer shorts.

His giant manhood springs upright as I
pull his boxers down.
 
I cast them to the
floor and eye up my prize.
 
I go right to
work, licking up and down the shaft of his penis and then I take the tip inside
my mouth.

“Damn, that is nice,” he exclaims as I
move from merely enjoying the tip to taking all of his length inside of my
warm, wet mouth.

I bob my head up and down, but feel his
hands guiding my head in a short, but fast rhythm.
 
I lather up his rod with my saliva, and on
the way up, suck harder and harder.

He gently pushes my head down and pulls it
back up, repeatedly as his manhood begins feeling like it’s going to
burst.
 
I close my eyes, taking in the
sound that my slurping makes.
 
He grunts
and moans, letting me know that he likes the feeling.
 

Six minutes pass of my sucking action and
he tenses up and says, “I’m coming!”

His body jerks as it tenses even more and
I suck the juices from his cock.
 
The
liquid shoots to the back of my throat and I swallow deeply.
 
He kicks back and lets out a few short grunts
in satisfaction.
 
He collapses on the
bed, but raises his hand to give me the ‘one minute’ sign with his finger.

A minute passes and he gets up, moving
closer to me.
 
He begins rubbing my clit
with his fingers, getting me wet all over again.
 

“Get on all fours,” he commands.

I climb onto the bed with my ass in the
air and I feel his hands grazing me all over.
 
He presses two fingers inside of me and begins gently moving them in and
out.
 

He withdraws them and says, “Now you’re
ready.”

I feel his presence directly behind me and
then his fingers move to my middle to spread my lips wide open for his
inevitable entry.
 
I’m wet and wanting
and he knows it.
 
He gently pushes his
large penis inside of me, going slow to start.

He grasps my ass cheeks in his hands and
begins pounding me hard and fast from behind.
 
He thrusts into me with a force that feels as if he’s reaching my
stomach from the inside of my body.

Fifteen minutes pass and I feel my legs
tremble as we both near orgasm.
 
I moan
gently and he grunts as he feels a full release.
 
He moves his hand to my clit and rubs me
until I can’t even think.
 
My vision
clouds for a moment as I feel completely spent.

He moves from behind me and lies down next
to me on the bed.
 
He pulls a blanket
over us and he pulls me into him.
 
We
cuddle together until we drift off into the night.

Morning’s light awakens us as it pierces
through the blinds that cover his window.
 

“What time is it?” he asks groggily.

I push the power button on my cell phone
and fix my gaze on the time.

“It’s 8 AM,” I tell him quietly.
 
I’m still half-asleep and longing for a few
more hours of rest.

We spring into action, knowing that we
have a short ride in front of us.
 

“I’ll shower later,” I tell him as I
gather my clothes from the floor.
 
Once I
bend over to pick up my things, I feel his eyes fixated on my body.
 

“If we had a little more time,” he
suggests sweetly.
 

“I feel you,” I tell him in agreement.

“Oh, you would feel me alright,” he
counters.

He gathers his clothes up in his hands and
sits down on his bed next to me.
 
I pull
my panties on first and he watches me intensely.
 
I put my bra around my perky breasts and cover
them, clasping it from behind my back.

I sit upright to pull my jeans over my
skin and then zip them up.
 
I stand and
pull my t-shirt over my head and onto my body, pushing my arms through the arm
holes.

He dresses himself in a flash and we fly
out of the door and outside.
 
Before we
know it, we are on his bike, heading out to Black’s Deli.
 
We arrive shortly after leaving and await
Red’s arrival at a table in the back.

We make small talk as we wait on him to
show up.

“Should we order some breakfast or
something?” Rodney asks me as he steals a glance at the menu.

“I’m okay,” I tell him.

“Yeah, me neither,” he says.

“I’m not hungry for food anyways,” I
tease.
 
He grins and we continue
bantering until Red makes his presence known with a clearing of his throat.

We both look up at him feeling a sting of
embarrassment, but Rodney invites him to sit down.

“What’s up, Rod?” He asks.
 

“I talked to Ronan about your proposed
truce,” Rodney tells him.

“Yeah?
 
What did he say?” Red asks.

“He said that we could offer a truce if
your club can provide all of the money paid out to Lester, Ken and Boris and
put it in an account for Sasha,” Rodney informs him.

“In like a savings account?” He asks,
looking at the both of us.

“Yes,” I interject.
 

“I can do that, let me get in touch with
the banks involved and I’ll set the account up,” Red says as if he’s happy that
will rectify the situation.
 
He smiles
and I feel a sense of relief that our two clubs may come together in the
future.

“Great, I’ll tell my dad,” I tell Red.

“Sounds good.
 
Should we have it setup at the First Bank of
Hinton?” he asks us.

“Yeah, that sounds great,” Rodney tells
him.
 

“I’ll get what’s left in those idiots’
accounts and then put the rest in from the club’s treasury,” Red tells us
both.
 
“I don’t care if it leaves them
penniless.”

I nod in agreement.
 

“That’s good news,” I say before another
word is spoken.
 
He looks at the both of
us and extends his hand to mine to shake it.
 
I reach out and firmly grasp his hand, solidifying the union on a
temporary basis.
 
He shakes Rodney’s hand
and the deal is nearly complete.

“I’ll call you guys when it’s all said and
done,” Red informs us as he gets up from the table.

He leaves us to our own devices and we
resume our senseless chatter.
 
It’s a
good feeling to sit next to a man who is a good negotiator as well as a
lover.
 
I smile at the thought of what we
did the night before.

“What’s that all about?” he asks me slyly.

“What’s what all about?”

“That devilish little smile you have on
your face,” he informs me.

“Oh that,” I begin.
 
“Oh nothing, I was just thinking about last
night, that’s all.”

He grins at me and I see his pants bulge
as his eyes center directly on me.

“You
perv
,” I
joke.
 
He grins and leans in to press his
lips against mine.

“Takes one to know one,” he says with a
bigger grin.

I get up from my seat and stand idly by at
the end of the table as I wait for him to join me.

“Alright, let’s get out of here,” he
dictates.

With that, we are out of the deli’s door
and back on his bike, kicking up the dirt in our wake.
 
I hold on to his back tightly as we wind
throughout the streets and back to the comforts of Hinton Township.
 
We whiz right by the old sign and before we
know it, we’re back on the old dirt roads leading us to the Dragon’s Lair.

He parks out front once we both take
notice that my father’s bike is there.
 
He puts his helmet on the side of his bike, but I keep mine on my
person.
 
We walk inside and the mood in
the club is cheery and full of life.

“Ronan,” Rodney yells over to my dad in
order to get his attention.

“Hey,” he yells back at us as he waves us
over.
 
We walk to him and he motions for
us to have a seat at his table.

We join my father and he turns his full
attention on the both of us.

“What’s up, kids?” he asks us.

I look to Rodney to allow his response
instead of us talking at the same time.

“We talked to Red from the
Deathdealers
,” he starts.
 
My father pays close attention to every word that comes out of Rodney’s
mouth.

“Yeah, and?” he asks.

“He said that he’ll need a couple of days
to get the accounts straightened out, but he’s going to set the account up at
our local bank here in Sasha’s name.”

“Good work,” he tells us with a look of
gratitude on his face.

My father looks to me for any addition and
I tell him proudly, “Yeah, the guy said that he doesn’t care if it leaves
Lester and those other fools penniless.”

We all share a grin and my father says,
“It’s not enough in the bigger picture, but it’s a start.
 
Now we just need to see to it that those
assholes pay for what they did to her.”

I chime in, “Rodney talked to Sasha
yesterday about testifying.
 
I think she
was nervous or having second thoughts, but whatever he said to her seemed to do
the trick.”

“Fantastic work, son,” my father tells
Rodney.
 

Dad looks up to Jasmine and whips his finger
in a circular motion and tells her, “Drinks all around over here!”

She hurries a glass pitcher over to our
table along with three glasses.
 
She
fills the glasses up with the frothy amber colored liquid and sets one in front
of each of us.

“Thanks doll,” my father tells her as I
give him a look of disapproval for his flirtation.
 

My father raises his glass to the middle
of the table and yells, “Huzzah!”

We raise our glasses in the center of the
table to clink with his and join in with his sentiment.
 

“Huzzah!” We all yell in unison as
everyone looks to us in amusement.
 

Dad stands and looks to the rest of the
club’s members.

“Hey!
 
Everybody!” he yells to them as a hush falls over the club.

“I’ve just learned that we might have a
truce with the remainder of the members of the
Deathdealers
,”
he informs them.

The club’s members all look to each other
in a fit of confusion.
 
I look on to see
that they can’t tell if this is good or bad news – or maybe even a setup.

I stand up and the members in attendance quiet
down once again.
 
I raise my beer glass
to my father and say, “This is great news for all of us!”

“Yeah!” one man shouts from the back of
the room.

Others join in to praise the idea that we
won’t have to battle the
Deathdealers
any
longer.
 

“All of those who helped in the kidnapping
of my daughter are no longer involved in that club.
 
Lester Samson, Seth Vinton, Boris
Cardov
and Ken Clayton are all going to prison for a very
long time.
 
The investigation has also
shined a light on the criminal behaviors of some of the other members, so they
won’t be a problem, either,” my father explains to weed out the confusion.