Vulnerable (Barons of Sodom) (12 page)

As rumors tended to circle in a small camp, all the Barons
were aware of the race by the end of the day. Men made a quick joke of mocking
Tuck, though the man himself still wasn’t certain who had seen him with Bridie
in the early hours of the morning. His relationship with the ward was another
fact that had come into being through consensus. Even Officer Cannon seemed on
board with the race, which was less a surprise after Athena told Tuck about the
FBI's case against Waco police. Their heads hunched together, the pair of them
plotted and murmured their way through a meaty campfire dinner in the clearing.
Bridie wasn't hungry. She'd stayed in the garage.

God proclaimed that the race would take place at sunset the
next day, and that he and Cannon would be judges.

“Just don't tell my commanding officer,” the crooked cop
joked. It took every ounce of Tuck's strength not to knock the asshole's teeth
in.

This was, notably, the first time in his tenure with the Barons
that Tuck had felt an inkling of rebellion against the group. The men who had
been his friends yesterday now seemed like enemies. The man whom he'd respected
with every fiber of his being in the morning now seemed like a devil. It
reminded him of nothing so much as his early years in the city, wandering
around with Athena. It was a comfort to know that he had been independent once.
He could do it again. If the three of them decided to flee in the night, they
could do it. They were strong enough.

“But I've thought about this all day,” Athena said,
sideways, through a bite of hamburger. “If they really have all of Waco on
their side, we can't run. Not right now. One speed trap at the border, we're
all in jail. Or worse.”

“There's the FBI, though. Aren't they out for Waco blood?”

“But none of the Feds have even come knocking yet. We have
no reason to think they're watching out for Bridie, either. For all we know,
she could be a suspect to both groups. I think we've only seen the tip of the
iceberg of her so-called aunt's illegal activity.”

“So-called? So now the aunt's fake, too?”

“I don't know which way's up and which way's down anymore,
Tuck. This is all so fucking weird.”

Together, the friends looked toward the garage. A single
light was lit in the bedroom. The rest of the space was dark.

“You want to go talk to her?” Athena asked, her voice
suddenly gravelly and knowing. “Go ahead. I can distract these lug nuts. Just
be nice to her, for fuck's sake.”

“Am I ever not a gentleman, A?” But Tuck grinned a little
wickedly as he forfeit his seat on a log and threw his dinner's trash into the
fire pit.

They hadn't been alone all day. Of course they hadn't—now
that the whole camp was on high alert there was a distinct chance they'd never
be properly alone again. Tuck took heavy steps toward the light in the garage.
His blood quickened. Again, he felt like the high school nerd. Something about
this little devil woman made him so, so nervous.

He rapped twice on the side door, before gently pressing on
the handle. He waited again on the threshold for her voice. Hearing nothing, he
walked a few steps in. His boots sounded heavy on the cement.

“Bridie?” he called. He waited.

“I'm in here,” she said finally. Her voice sounded thick
with sleep. Wandering into her makeshift bedroom, Tuck took the girl in: hair
long down her back, her body bundled under a blanket, he couldn't tell what she
was wearing. She smiled at him. A little weakly.

“Just came in to check on you. It's been a busy day.”

“I'll say.” They were quiet again. He was reminded of all of
the silences they'd shared last night—of how they'd never felt awkward, or
strange, even though they'd been long. Something in her voice put him at ease.
Something in her smile made him want to lie down.

“Come sit,” Bridie said then. She showed her teeth when she
smiled next, reaching a naked arm up and out of the quilt to pat out a space on
the bed by her feet.

Tuck lurched forward and came to rest on the edge of the
cot. Visions were swimming, unbidden, through his brain: Bridie's tight little
ass bent over a stovetop, making dinner for the pair of them. Bridie's head
thrown back against his motorcycle, her mouth a frozen, orgasmic 'O.'

“You look worried,” she said. He could feel her legs
shifting under the thin cover. Instinctively, Tuck moved to touch her through
the fabric. He slid his thick hand up and down, back and forth across her legs.
He thought he could feel her shiver.

“I never worry, Baby.”

They were silent for a moment. Then Bridie bit her lip. “Do
you want to talk about...what happened last night?”

“Do you?”

These questions hung in the air for a moment, freighted like
that second suspended at the top of a rollercoaster. Then Tuck lunged for her.
The girl seemed to open like a flower at his touch. Her mouth rose to his,
lapping, sucking, moving across his round, full lips. He kissed her deeply. He
took her tiny face in his hands. Then, he reached down and behind Bridie, his
hands moving across her back. Turned out she was entirely nude below the
blanket—like she'd been expecting him, he thought.

“Do you really want this?” Tuck breathed, his stubble
grazing the side of her cheek. He felt giddy with anticipation. She smelled
like rain and lavender. In silent response, Bridie wrapped her legs around his
torso, gripping him through the sheet. Tuck made for the exposed span of her
neck, and started sucking so hard on the flesh there that he left teeth marks
behind. She arched into him.

In another fervent move, Tuck cast aside the blanket. He
paused to look at her, his Bridie: she was wonderfully, beautifully naked below
the sheets, her pale skin made more luminescent by the wan light of the garage
lamp. He slid his fingers down her neck to cup her right breast, then began to
massage fiercely. His mouth followed the trail, kissing and kissing and kissing
along her shoulder, toward the crevice between her full breasts, the
goose-pimpled flesh on her arms. He reached one erect nipple and began to suck.
Bridie slid her shapely legs apart at this, making space for his hands.

“I want you to fuck me, Lieutenant,” she whispered. Drawing
back a moment, Tuck looked into his conquest's eyes. She didn't seem afraid.
Her voice was raspy with want. “I want you to fuck me hard, Lieutenant.”

Tuck spared a single glance at the door, noting that it was
ajar. But he couldn't leave the bed. He couldn't imagine
ever
leaving
the bed, in that moment. Kicking off his steel-toed boots, the man slid his muscular
body across the top of her. The cot creaked under his weight.

Bridie could feel his throbbing member through the denim of
his jeans. She grasped for it, beginning to rub fiercely at her hero's crotch.
Tuck jerked his shaggy blonde head upwards at the touch, so their eyes met. He
bent lower, coming to kiss her deeply again. Bridie began to grind herself
against him, shifting her mound so his fingers moved all around her pussy. Her
skin grew hot.

Tuck peeled off his shirt in one swift move, and Bridie
nearly swooned against the sheets at the sight of his naked torso: Tuck was
cut.
Each section of his pecs was clearly outlined, so his body made little
pockets and grooves. She took a sweaty palm and pressed it against his flat
stomach. He felt nearly wiry, as if a machine were humming below his skin.

“I want this,” she reassured him once more, though the glint
in his eye already spelled determination. She felt his trunk-like legs nudging
her own further apart. He buried his face once more into her neck, kissing,
sucking.

With one hand, Bridie reached down his leg to unbutton his
jeans. She found herself getting more excited, more wet, with each undone
clasp. It quickly became apparent that Tuck's cock was enormous—it strained
against the fabric of his boxers. She reached for him, grasping him fully in
her hand. Then she eased his shorts over the ribbed swell of his hips and gazed
at his cock.

It was beautiful, which wasn't a word she used lightly.
Tuck's shaft was elegant and smooth. The swoop of his sac was firm. He was
already rock hard and dripping with pre-cum. The lieutenant sighed deeply into
her ear as she worked her fingers up and down his member, slowly at first, but
then faster and faster. His breath was sweet.

Bridie bent low then, bringing her rounded mouth to his tip.
She kissed his head, before circling her lips around the whole of him. She
began to suck, tentatively—they were moving slowly now—but kept one hand in
place to stroke him while she swallowed him down. His cock was the largest
around she'd ever felt, and it only seemed to grow longer and thicker at her touch.
Soon her movements grew rapid.

“Please,” he cooed into her ear, “oh please, baby. Let me
get inside of you.”

It was remarkable, how easy and intuitive it was. This felt
nothing like those humid, miserable nights spent fooling around under the
bleachers with the boys of her youth; Tuck was nothing like Tommy DeRusso. Her
body was open to his. She trusted him with her weight, with all of her secret
crevices. Before her was a man, a bona fide
adult man
. Tuck was going to
handle her. He was going to fuck her as she'd never been fucked. He was capable
of doing this.

So without breaking her own rhythm or pausing to question,
she guided her lover's cock smoothly and swiftly to the brink of her waiting
pussy. Tuck cried out. She threw a hand over his mouth.

“Don't let the other Barons hear you,” she whispered, before
grabbing his taut ass and pulling him closer. Tuck slowly slid himself inside.
He was almost too big to bear...almost.

“Jesus.
Fuck
,” Bridie sighed. She widened her legs.
Tuck moved slowly inside of her, thrusting deeply and then pulling himself
nearly all the way out. He held her gaze during these long strokes. Bridie
arched her back against him as he moved, and Tuck reached down to cup her
swelling breasts.

“Tell me again that you want it, baby,” he whispered into
her waiting ear. Bridie felt herself clench around his member. As if to urge
her response, Tuck quickly pushed a finger up against her clit. Now it was
Bridie's turn to stifle a cry. He began to rub in quick, expert circles, while
he pumped faster and faster into her pussy.

“Tell me you want it, Bridie. Tell me you want this cock.”

She wrapped her legs around his back, digging all ten
fingers into the scoops of his ass. “
Yes,”
she cried. “
Oh God, yes
.”

This was like no sex she'd known. Or, no: this was sex, and
everything that had come before was teenage fumbling. He gripped her arms, the
contours of her body, with an intimidating knowledge. Bridie felt herself
respond. He pumped faster and faster, and she widened at his touch. Just as she
felt that she was about to come, Tuck pulled all the way out. He kept one hand
on his pulsing cock.

“Get on your knees,” he told her, guiding her into position
with gruff hands. Bridie nearly gasped. She'd never done anything but
missionary before.

“I—”

“You wanted this cock. Now get on your knees.”

Shivering, Bridie pushed upwards on the cot so she rested on
all fours. Behind her, Tuck gripped the sides of her ass—and something about
the gesture reminded her of how he moved on his beloved bike. With two fingers,
he reached between her parted legs and began to rub her clit once more. His
stroke was both rougher and deeper than it had been moments ago.

He hunched over her then, so his tight chest was pressed
against the glistening skin of her back. With his moving hand, he reached to
part her folds. He nudged his erection into her then, sliding so far that
Bridie felt she could feel him in the pit of her stomach.

It was her turn to cry out.

Tuck had abandoned caution by now. With his two fingers
still working fiercely at her clit, he pushed and pushed into her from behind.
She felt the pert slap of his sac against her wet heat. He was stroking fast
now. The cot was creaking beneath them, threatening to snap in half.

“Oh fuck. I'm gonna come,” Bridie whimpered. She grabbed two
fistfuls of the small pillow in her hands, hoping to smother her cries of
ecstasy. He felt so good from behind.

“Me too, baby. Oh fuck. Oh
fuck
.” He moved even
faster. She felt herself clenching even harder. Then in one victorious peal,
Bridie started to come. She felt herself drip down his fingers.

Tuck came simultaneously. She felt his member shiver against
her walls. But before either of them had finished completely, he took a heavy
hand and bent low to smack Bridie, hard, on the ass. The brief pain mingled
with her long pleasure, and she felt herself grow tingly all over. Suddenly,
she could feel every pore, every hair on her skin. When Tuck bent low to kiss
the nape of her neck, she nearly leapt away from him.