Razors M.C. Zero to 100 mph #2

**

China sent Stone a link on his phone while he was in the garage cleaning some parts in petrol.

Sitting on an old fashioned stool which looked like it came from the 70′s or 80′s, Stone wiped his hands on a clean cloth, waiting to see what was sent while his screen did that thing with the swirly circle.

The seat and back rest were cushioned in a rough vinyl, the colors were hideous but comfy. Easy to clean, just a spray and a wipe, good as new.

Not that he did any spaying and wiping, M’eudail did that when he wasn’t around, made him feel good. Her old man was a lucky guy, would have been proud of his girl!

Stone sat up a little straighter when he watched the live feed from the 7-11 store. Saw Mike Sheffield enter and go straight to the counter. He didn’t bother with the milk, which made Stone chuckle.

There was no volume, just facial expressions and body language. That was enough! Stone made his point as the Indian woman handed over a crinkled sheet of paper and then crossed her arms.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday 24/7 4 Free. Stone

Stone could see Mike’s temper spike, looking around the store and then up at the camera, not knowing who too but giving the black dome which recorded everything, the bird. It was highly amusing to watch a Senator behaving in such an uncivilized way, having his own note returned with a new contract written by Stone on the flip side.

“Tsk, tsk”, said Stone amused.

Mike then pointed to the camera and demanded something the woman behind the counter clearly refused, shaking her head back and forth and shrugging her shoulders.

Mike then pulled out his phone and must have threatened the woman because she went and pushed that goddamn-little-fucking-green button below the counter.

“Excellent”, breathed Stone disconnecting the live feed. Pushing the number for China.

“You got a copy?”

“Yup!”

“Can’t lip read?”

“Nup!”

“Damned shame. You did good. In the morning we can fine-tune things. This weekend we give Timber his sendoff”, Stone said, his voice changing.

“Doc signed the medical certificate, heart attack”.

“Always is, always will be. That’s the Razors way”.

**

Beetle could feel his Ryn moving in the bed, further down. Wondering what she was up too he lifted the doona and let some cool air in underneath.

“Put the doona back, it’s cold”, she said quickly.

“Ryn?” he asked a little confused with her odd behaviour.

“Couldn’t sleep”, was all she said when she grabbed his dick.

“Ummm, Sweetling! Ryn?” Beetle asked again trying to sit up in bed, pulling her pillow behind his head so he was sitting up a little more.

Her small shape moving under the doona with his cock firmly grasped in her hand.

“Need this ...” was all she said when he felt the end of his knob inside her mouth.

“Baby. Don’t have to do this ...”

But he rested his head back anyway and tried to relax. If his junk could talk, Beetle would have disowned the fucker for being such a traitor, he didn’t think this was such a good idea after Ryn’s huge ordeal.

Feeling his cock getting licked some more Beetle asked again, this time with less enthusiasm.

“You sure ... ugh!”

Well! Jeezus fuck! that stopped that in a hurry thought Beetle closing his eyes.

Ryn had moved her hand and was cupping his balls, massaging his sack gently while she sucked the other end deeper into her mouth. The warmth and wetness sliding up and down his shaft a little deeper.

“Baby?” Beetle said with a sigh.

“Hmmm”, she said, keeping up her ministrations.

“Sooooo goooood”, he muttered.

Moving again, Kam now knelt between his legs, hovering over his junk with a cock in her mouth and his balls weighing heavily in the palm of her hand, her fingers rolling his testicles round and round gently.

Beetle could hear her sucking, but the sensation was so much better, so he just switched off and let his junk do all the feeling.

He felt her tongue licking beneath is head along the sensitive seam of his dick, dipping in the hole and then sucking some more.

Her other hand started working up and down his shaft in the opposite motion to her mouth, bobbing down and sucking up, pulling him up and then pulling him down, both hands meeting at his ball sack.

He was not capable of offering any advice, her giving him head the way she was, she just did it perfectly.

Taking more of him in her mouth, Beetle could feel the confines of her throat, then she swallowed.

“Jesus Mother of Mary”, Beetle cried out, half sitting up, his stomach quivering and clenching sporadically.

Her two hands never let up; the alternate movements had Beetle lost in sensation. His balls were trying to draw up, but she refused those two best friends the opportunity, gently drawing them both back down. Her other hand pumping in unison with her mouth which began sucking harder on his knob, almost demanding his come which was thinking about doing just that.

“God Woman! Gargh! ... Slow down”, Beetle demanded, he wanted this magnificence to last, not have him blow his load like a one hit wonder, again!

Looking down he watched the doona going up and down, up and down, up and then god almighty she used her teeth, skimming the edge of his head gently, her tongue plunging down his hole.

“Christ ...” Was all he managed, then he shot his load.

Fuck knows where it landed, his testes kept on pumping his cum till he felt like an empty mother fucka who’d riden like a bat out of hell only to run out of juice!

Panting, sweat beading on his chest, even though he didn’t do a goddamn fucking thing, he was spent.

Kam’s gentle little hands let go, she licked the end of his cock tenderly, leaving nothing, no evidence behind as she climbed back up her side of the bed.

Beetles diaphragm was doing tiny little convulsions, he laughed. A little!

His eyes were closed, hidden behind his arm which was resting across his forehead.

The doona was half way down his body, which is where Kam was looking, at the juncture of his magnificent V.

“Thank you”, she said quietly.

“Oh my God Ryn! What the fuck for?” He asked bewildered.

“For helping me to forget?”

“Fuck.my.life!” he said forcefully.

“If that’s how you forget, remind me as often as you want Sweetling. I don’t care if you lose your goddamn mind forever if you do shit like that”, he breathed, uncovering his eyes when he lay his arm beside his body.

His head, plundered deeply beneath two sunken pillows with his eyes still closed.

“I need a shower and a change of clothes. Did the girls bring any?”

“Give me a minute. Can’t think myself”, he said honestly.

After a few minutes, when he realised Kam didn’t want anything in return, he wrapped her in his arms without talking.

“You sure?” he eventually asked. “Love to return the flavor”.

Ryn laughed softly. “No. Maybe later. I know I still have filth in my hair, just want a shower and my bike”.

“Your bike won’t be ready till a part comes”, he said guiltily.

“How come?” she demanded, shoving at his naked chest to put some distance between him and her.

“I severed your ignition wire”.

“You are ... you're ...” Kam said trying to think of something obnoxiously cruel “... such a simpleton, you’re worse than me”.

“I don’t like apples”, he said which made her laugh.

**