As I touched my soaking pussy, I kept thinking about Ford. I wanted him to spread my legs wide and press his mouth against my pussy. I knew he’d eat me like I’d never been touched before, because the man seemed so incredibly insatiable.
He’d stop just before I came and slowly slide his thick cock deep inside me. I’d moan, head thrown back, as he fucked me, grabbing my breasts, kissing my neck. He’d take me rough and hard, pulling my hips down against him, making me beg for it.
And he’d turn me around, press me down, and fuck me from behind. I wanted him to ravage me, to savage me, to take me without mercy. I’d let him fuck my pussy until I came, so hard and fast, on his thick cock.
I let out a soft, low moan as my real orgasm came on. I pictured him fucking me, slapping my ass, whispering in my ear how dirty I was being, how much he loved my pussy.
I bit my lip, feeling the orgasm come over me. I kept rubbing my pussy, eyes shut, sitting on his couch. My whole body quivered as thoughts of Ford kept running through my mind.
Suddenly I heard a bike come roaring up the driveway. Embarrassed, I got up from the couch, my head buzzing, and ran into the bathroom. I rinsed my fingers off just in time to hear the door bang open.
“Caralee.” It was Ford.
I came back out. “Hi, Ford,” I said.
“You okay?”
I smiled at him awkwardly. Did he somehow know that I was just getting myself off to him? “I’m fine. Why? Nothing is going on.”
He cocked his head. “You seem flushed.”
“I’m fine,” I snapped, looking away.
“Good.” He looked around. “We need to head to the clubhouse.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Something happened. Come on. Get dressed.”
I looked at him for a second and saw the anxiety and stress on his face. I walked into the bedroom and quickly got dressed, mentally kicking myself.
What the hell was I thinking, masturbating right there on his couch? Since when could I barely control myself? I was like a horny, stupid teenager again or something.
“Come on,” he said impatiently from the other room.
“Ford, tell me what’s going on. Are you okay?” I called back, getting dressed.
“I’m fine.” But I could hear the stress in his voice.
I came back out wearing a pair of short jean shorts and a black T-shirt. “Tell me, Ford.”
“Something happened at the job,” he said, his voice strained. “Come on. You’ll hear more at the clubhouse.”
I nodded and followed him outside. Ryan and Slip were already on their bikes, engines started. I slipped Ford’s helmet on and then I got on the back. He kicked the bike into gear and we sped off back toward the clubhouse.
The thrill of riding on Ford’s bike was severely diminished by the fact that something bad had clearly happened. He seemed to be okay, but I could tell he was worried about me.
We pulled up outside the clubhouse, and I was shocked by the number of bikes parked outside. There had been a lot the other day, but that was maybe half this number.
“A lot of people,” I said to Ford.
“Big news coming,” he grunted.
“Should I be worried?”
“You’re fine. Just stick with me.”
We pushed into the clubhouse, my stomach a nervous knot.
I hadn’t spent much time around the Demons MC yet. I didn’t know the guys very well or really how the whole group worked. But I could tell instantly that something serious was going on.
The place was packed. Ford waded through the mass, greeting guys, shaking hands, and finally ended up at a table with Clutch and Janine. She smiled at me and made a face as we sat down.
“Crazy, right?” she whispered
“What’s going on?” I asked her.
“Hell if I know. I probably shouldn’t even be here.”
Ford and Clutch instantly began talking quietly to each other, clearly trying to make sure we couldn’t hear. I looked around the room and spotted a few guys I recognized, but for the most part it was filled with strangers.
“I didn’t know they had so many members,” I said.
“Yeah. They’re huge. The other Demons chapters aren’t as big as this one,” Janine said.
“Other chapters?”
“Sure. They have chapters in a bunch of big cities, even one out in Philadelphia.”
I laughed. “That’s crazy.”
“Big organization. I’ve never seen this many here at one time before, though.”
The room was loud with men talking, and the anxiety level was pretty high. Many guys were drinking, but most were just sitting and talking. I got the sense that most people didn’t know what was going on.
After a few minutes, Larkin walked into the main room. “Assholes,” he yelled, and the room started to quiet down. He climbed up onto the bar and looked out over the room. “Been awhile since I called a full chapter meeting.”