EroticReverie

Genevieve

I pull up to the clubhouse and the men from the club are mostly outside. I park my mothers car in the gravel lot as all of the Skulls look at me. I want to cry because I can see the look on their faces. Attempting not to pity me. Attempting not to show the rage on their faces.

I’d done my make makeup the best that I could and covered up the cut and bruise as much as possible. I was wearing a lavender sundress with spaghetti straps and the top of it tied into little bow that left a diamond shaped flash of skin right below my cleavage. Im wearing matching lavender flats and get out of the car. 

“Where is Abel?” I ask the guys standing around and the nod to the club house. 

I don’t stop to talk to them, it was too awkward. Them all knowing some man hurt me and sexually assaulted me. 

I pull open the door and and walk in, through the smell of stale cigarettes and cigars and old beer and through the back hall. I check Abel’s room but he’s not there so I walk back out and around to the “church”. A large room that they all sat in when discussing club matters. When I open the door I see Abel sitting with his best friend Pauly. Pauly , unlike most of the guys here was a loyal man to his girl. I’d never seen the guy even look at anyone other than Pamela in my time of knowing them.  Both of them look up to me. 

I knew I wasn’t allowed in the room that houses the large wooden table with a skull burnt into it. So I stand at the door. 

“Give is a minute” Abel says to Pauly and Pauly nods and I just stand there as he gets up. 

“Come in” Abel says and I step in slightly. I wondered how many women had been allowed in this room. If my own mother had ever been in it. 

Pauly stops by me , places a hand on my shoulder and leans over and kisses the top of my head. I just give a forced smile and he nods as if to say “we’re gonna take care of this”. 

The door closes behind me and I stand there looking at Abel. 

“What are you doing here Ginny?” He asks. 

“Did you already talk to the guys?” I ask and wonder if I’ll lose my nerve. I knew I needed to tell him about Will. About everything. Before he somehow found out on his own. 

“It’s done. Will Michaels is a dead man.” He says. Making no apologies. 

I’d come to terms with the fact that there was no way I was going to stop any of the Skulls from beating the shit out of a guy who’d laid hands on the “skull princess”.

“What are you going to do?” I ask. 

He shakes his head. “That’s club business” he says and my nostrils flare. 

“No. It’s MY business because I’m the one that got raped.” I say. And my words make him flinch and his nostrils flare too. More so because I know hearing the words pisses him off more. Drives his rage more. 

“You know I can’t tell you anything.” He says and I cross my arms. 

“Then I can’t tell YOU anything” I say. 

He studies me a moment placing his hand on the table , covered in silver rings and tattoos. 

“Tell me what?” He asks. 

I shrug. “Doesn’t matter. You’re taking care of it right? Gonna go all gangster on a cop and end up in jail. So it doesn’t matter” I say and his jaw clenches. They HATED being called gangsters. 

He stands and walks over to me. And even though Abel is the last person on earth that would ever hurt me in anyway , he’s still scary as hell when he’s angry. And now that angry face is closer and closer and I stand my ground. 

I gasp when he reaches out. Snagging my dress in his hand and pulling me close to him and I place my hands on his chest. But his other hand is up behind my neck in an instant drawing me back in and diving down, crushing his mouth to mine. I make a tiny noise. My hands give up protesting so easily as I feel the protectiveness of his grip in the nape of my hair and the way his body presses to mine. 

His other hand snaking around my back and turning us so my back is to the table. I wrap my arms up around his neck and kiss him fiercely. It was too late to stop what was happening between us. Like he’d already said. I’d been his from the first time we met and he grabs my ass and lifts me up onto the edge of the table, his body shoving a chair out of the way. 

“Abel” I gasp as my ass hits the wood and he steps between my legs. 

Im pretty sure it wasn’t allowed to fuck a female on the church table. But it seemed as though Abel didn’t care. 

My hands go down to his belt. Pulling at it. Slipping it out as he reaches around and undoes the zipper on the back of my dress. 

“Are we allowed to do this here?” I ask as I pant. 

“No” he says and then slides the straps down my arms and I pull my arms out, his eyes going down to my breasts as i unzip his pants and push them down. 

“But where better to fuck the skull princess than on the table that protects her?” He asks and I pull him back for a kiss. I hated that he was going to do something awful because of me. And at the same time I was turned on by how much he cared for me. What he was willing to do to get justice for me. 

“Abel” I moan his name as he reaches down and slides my panties to the side as he kisses my neck. 

“This is mine” he says and his cock pushes against my pussy and I nod against his mouth. 

“It’s yours” I pant and then gasp. My legs going up and around him. My hands going down to his ass as he sinks into me. 

I let out a curse as he groans deeply into my neck and then turn his head and bites my shoulder. I moan louder and he thrusts again. 

“God baby” he groans. “How the fuck do you feel so good on my cock?” He asks and I moan. Turning my face to his and kissing him as he puts his hand back into my hair. Gripping it. The other arm wrapped around the small of my back as he thrusts into me. 

I knew Abel wouldn’t touch me last night. Because of what Will had done. And maybe I was messed up for wishing he had. Wanting him to erase what Will had done by letting me claim my power back. The sad thing was , I was used to what Will had done last night. I was used to the way he raped me whenever he wanted. I was more shaken up by the fact he’d left me with a visible scar. Marking me. More upset at the fact I was worried Abel hated him so much that he’d never want to touch me again if he’d found out.

“Fuck Genevieve” he groans as I whimper and tighten my legs as I grind on his cock and he lifts me off the table. Holding me. Grabbing my ass and helping me to move up and down on his cock as I ride him as hard and as fast as I can. 

“It’s yours Abel” I whimper. 

“I’m yours” I tell him and he growls and thrusts into me hard. Making me let out a little scream as he impales me on his cock. He groans and sets me back down and I lean back on my hands as he spreads my legs wide. Sliding out of me.  Making me whine and then my head goes back as he pushes the dress up and snags my panties with his fingers and pulls them off and then spreads me wide and brings his face between my legs. 

“Oh fuck” I cry out and then lay back and reach down and grab his hair in my hands and buck my hips into face. 

“Abel, fuck” I cry. 

His tongue was working my clit as my pussy ached for his cock back inside of it. His tongue was better than any other guys at what it did. 

“I’m gonna cum” I cry is a shocked disbelief. How quickly he was able to make me feel like I was about to shatter. 

“Abel!” I cry. A bit too loud and if Pauly or anyone else was in the main room still they’d surely hear me calling out for the VP of their club. 

“Cum baby” he groans. “Cum for me princess”