This, of course, is the long-awaited (I'm guessing here) finale of Tig and Vega. I didn't mean to keep anyone waiting for two months. I honestly just was having problems saying goodbye to these two.
I cannot thank you all enough for the love and kindness you have afforded me throughout this journey. I don't want to get too emotional here cause I know all you want is the smut, right? I hope that's the case, because that's all I was able to produce…
Special thanks to DeDe324 who always believes in my Tig abilities and my darling Annabeth who read through this and talked me into believing I wasn't going over the edge with what I produced.
All I wanted was to do one of my all-time favorite pairings justice. I hope I succeeded.
The following is rated R for nudity, strong sexual situations, mild violence, and language. Viewer discretion is advised.
The romp to the hotel room was a tangled mesh of tongues and limbs. The two lovers barely pulled apart to walk the few blocks it took to get to Vega's hotel. Tig's hand always lingered over the curve of her ass, occasionally slipping under her short skirt to trace the line of her sopping wet panties.
There was a struggle to get the key fob into the slot on the door. It hindered their absent minded groping to finally push themselves into the bedroom where they could finally release the beasts they had been harboring for what felt like ages.
They had barely made it past the door when Tig spun the girl until her back pressed into the heavy oak precipice and slammed it shut. The biker wedged his knee between her thighs, widening her stance. He broke their tumultuous kiss just long enough to catch his breath, getting a good look at the breathtaking creature in his presence. She was panting, her breath still coming in ragged after the pounding orgasm he had given her in the bar. Her cheeks flushed a brilliant shade of pink and her eyes were bulging and wide.
Vega used the opportunity to snake her hands around the Son's belt, unlocking the large, obtrusive buckle and pulling the genuine leather from the loops of his dark, fitted jeans that were worn in and clinging to his hips. The zipper slid down easily enough and she was able to slip her hands into the waistband of his boxers, wrapping both tiny hands around his girth. Tig hissed, hanging his head back as she stroked him, pushing his hips into her. "I missed this, Sarge." She purred.
He grunted in reply, lifting his knee until the fabric of jeans chaffed beautifully against her silky underwear and caused her to whimper. He hung his head beside hers, resting his forehead against the door, baring his teeth on her shoulder as she continued massaging his aching cock with her skilled hands. "That's it, baby." He growled. "You missed my dick, huh doll?"
In lieu of giving the expected oral answer, Vega merely hummed her approval, sinking to her knees in front of him before spitting on the velvety head of his hard length, adding moisture into the mix as she stroked him. Both hands working in tandem, she flicked her tongue up the slit of his dick, tasting the salty leak of pre cum glistening in abundance there. Tig stifled a groan as she wrapped her soft lips around his cock and sucked him into her mouth.
Her hands wrapped around the base of him, holding him steady. Teasing him. Tig couldn't contain himself. His hands wrapped around her throat, white knuckling his grip and forcing himself further into her mouth until his ball sack brushed her chin and she gagged, her throat muscles flexing around his girth in a way that made his balls swell and jerk.
The sudden thrust of Tig's hips made Vega's jaw clench and her teeth grated against his dorsal vein, causing the biker to growl, pressing the red head back into the door. His cock left her mouth with an audible pop. He twisted his hips, smacking his prominent erection across her cheeks. Her mouth was still open, lips swollen and slick with spit. She was a vision on her knees there, being chastised like a child. "Watch the teeth." He groaned.
Her lips curled in an innocent smile. Her throat still cut off by his capable hands, she couldn't form a vocal reply. Her smirk was enough to ease Tig off until he was pulling her head forward, forcing himself down her throat once more.
When he hit the back of her throat, he thrust violently, coming in hot spurts down her throat. Vega gagged, taking his seed willingly until he was limp in her mouth.
When he stopped seeing stars, he wrenched her up by a fistful of hair and shoved her back into the door, claiming her mouth. This time, as their tongues mingled, he tasted himself, salty and sharp, on her tongue. He was rough and voracious, desperately trying to meld their bodies together. He wanted to feel every part of her against him.
His hand slipped from her hair, around the back of her neck. He found the flimsy straps of her bikini and pulled, releasing the cups from her breasts once more. They fell limply, hanging from her ribcage. His deft fingers traveled the plane of her shoulder blade and wrapped around the remaining straps until the tiny triangles fell to the floor. He groaned at the sight of her perky, plump peaks, closing the distance between them once more.
"Sarge." She whimpered, sinking her teeth into the flesh of his lower lip. She reached up, grabbing his hand, guiding it down her body, over the grainy pebbles of her nipple, down her taught stomach, and under her mini skirt until her stopped at the mound of her womanhood. She was desperate for his touch, melting for him, her knees buckling with trembling need.
His fingers felt the magma boiling there in her depths and he couldn't hold back anymore. "Strip for me, Star Girl." He reluctantly pushed himself away, taking a few steps back to sit perched on the edge of the motel room's dresser. His jeans hung open at the zippers, revealing his hardening cock as the material clung loosely to his hips.
Slowly, the red headed vixen pushed herself off of the door, entering her modest accommodations confidently while completely topless. She knew his predatory glare was on her as she sauntered across the floor, ending up at the bed. She spun around, facing him. She ran her hands through her hair, not stopping when her fingers loosened the curled ends of her tresses.
No, her hands trailed downward, lingering over her full breasts to twist and tease her piercings, forcing her nipples into a diamond hardness that sent shockwaves straight to her core before continuing until her fingers found the waist of her skirt. They went straight to the fly, unbuttoning the clasp before tugging the zipper. The skirt, now fully open, still clung to the curves of her lush ass and full hips. She exerted some effort to tug the leather mini down her thighs until the material fell around her ankles, pooling over her heeled feet. She stepped out of the material, taking the opportunity to take a seat on the bed behind her. Slowly, she bent at the waist, slipping her heels off, one at a time.
She bit her lip, looking up at Tig through her dark, fluttering lashes. His eyes were boring into hers, watching her every movement, nostrils flaring with anticipation. She relished the idea, wanting to put on more of a show. She winked at her Sergeant before leaning back onto the bed, her ass still right on the edge, her feet planted firmly on the floor.
She began at her stomach, tracing a line from her belly button slowly downward, under her silky panties, now visibly damp. She teased herself at first, tracing over her silk folds, up and down the seam of her bare cunt under the confines of the scarp of fabric between her thighs before pushing her lips apart, grazing her clit, and running downward. She spread her own wetness downwards, over her asshole, then went back to her clit, adding another finger and more pressure. She cried out, closing her eyes. Her entire pelvis lifted off the bed.
Barely containing himself, Tig was across the room, between her legs in moments. He kicked off his riding boots and pulled desperately at his jeans and boxers until he was successfully naked from the waist down. He wasted no time, hooking his thumbs in her panties and ripping them off, swatting her hand as it pet her pussy.
Without warning, he flipped her over onto her stomach. "Climb to the middle. Put the pillows under your hips, sweet heart." He commanded. She did as instructed, her mind still foggy from the afterglow of orgasm. She would do anything he said.
He watched her naked body contort as she scrambled to set herself on the pile of fluffy cushions. He knelt down, picking up the discarded leopard print bikini top off of the ground at his feet. When she had stopped wiggling, he spoke again. "Hold your hands out in front of you, doll."
She hesitated, turning back to look at him, questioning. She finally did as instructed, struggling to hold her upper body up on her elbows while clasping her hands together.
Tig leaned over her naked body, his cock at full attention now, slapping against her firm, lush ass as he did. He used the strings of the bathing suit, wrapping it around her wrists over and over before tying the strings tightly. He pushed himself up on his knees and marveled at what he had done, taking in the breath taking sight of her face leaning precariously on her arms and her ass wriggling out in front of him.
It took him no time at all to decide he had to bury his face between her thighs, lapping at the sopping wetness coating her folds. He had already brought her to the brink, her body being on edge still from the tremble-inducing orgasm she had succumbed to at the bar and teasing strokes of her own fingers moments before.
His tongue worked its expert skills, swirling languidly around her clit, his obtrusive nose nudging at her opening as he did before working his way up, lapping at the tight ring of muscle between her ass cheeks.
She made sinful noises, pushing herself back onto him, not caring about the desperation she was exerting. She never let herself be this unguarded around anyone. "Tig, please." She hissed through bared teeth. She was teetering over the edge. She wanted to feel him inside of her before she burst. "There's protection in the side table."
"Really, sweetheart?" He sighed, exasperated. He leaned back on his calves and withdrew from her sweet center, but did as she asked. He opened the drawer she had indicated. Not only did he find the prophylactics. "That's not all you have in here, beautiful." He smirked, feeling the need to stand now. He reached in the drawer and pulled out Vega's neon pink, bullet-shaped vibrator. "Getting lonely, are we?" He mocked, holding the toy up for inspection.
"A girl has needs, too." She smirked, playfully.
"Do you mind?"
"I could have that anytime." She pouted. "I want you inside of me now."
Tig smiled darkly. "Why not have both?"
Vega looked confused for a moment, then realization struck her. "I don't think –"
He cut her off. "Don't you trust me, sweetheart?"
"Yes." She answered, begrudgingly.
"Then let me show you what true pleasure is. Face down, ass up. Relax." He said as he began to take his kutte off.
"Keep it on." She pleaded. "Just unbutton the shirt."
He played out her fantasy, undoing the buttons on his dark shirt, leaving it and his kutte open to reveal his hairy chest. He held the vibrator in one hand and grabbed a condom in the other. He climbed back on the bed, kneeling on his knees behind her ass, staring at the stars adorning her back.
"Here." He reached around her, offering the phallic toy to her lips. "Suck on that for me, babe."
Reluctantly, but without protest, Vega opened her lips, allowing the rubber-coated sex aid to enter her mouth, one of the two holes it hadn't entered before. Using her bound hands, she took the toy from Tig, rolling her tongue around it and jostling it around her warm, wet mouth, licking her flavor off of it, warming the cold rubber, preparing it for herself.
As she worked her mouth over the vibrator, Tig completed the task of ripping open the foil packet and rolling the condom onto himself, now fully erect. It was a snug fit, but he preferred it that way. When he was satisfied with the way the rubber was on, he leaned forward, gripping Vega's hips roughly. He used his thumbs to spread her ass for him before dribbling spit from his lower lip down to the tight rosebud of her anus.
As the spit dripped from one hole to the next, Tig leaned forward and pushing himself into the red head's tight, hot depths in one fluid stroke, hitting her cervix on the first pass.
Vega squealed, her whole body thrusting forward as he filled her, nearly choking on the toy in her mouth.
Tig gave her a moment to adjust to his size before he began working up a rhythm, a much slower, more careful pace than he was used to. "Is it nice and wet for you, doll?"
She moaned an affirmative reply just as he slide his hands up her bare back, over her shoulders, grabbing the vibrator from her mouth.
"You can do better than that now, babe. Spit on it for me, sweetheart." He held it out for her.
The tattooed red head did as she was asked, spitting on the glistening tip of the toy before Tig pulled it away. One hand kneaded the fleshiest part of her rounded ass, his thumb brushing her asshole, smearing his spit as he opened her tighter hole to him.
He didn't stop pushing his cock into her, only multitasked between teasing her asshole and fucking her. "Relax yourself, baby." He coaxed, feeling the tight ring of muscles flex under his touch. He touched the tip of the thinner shaft to the muscle, pushing gently, easing it into her.
She moaned, her head now flush with the mattress. She raised her ass, jutted herself backwards, pushing Tig and the toy into her simultaneously until there was no room left to give, only fullness. Sublime, complete fullness.
Tig stilled himself when he felt her cunt tighten around him, the vibrator pressing into his engorged member through the thin film of membrane separating the two. "You alright there, sweetheart?"
"Don't stop." She moaned, pushing back on him with her hips. "Don't you dare fucking stop."
He chuckled darkly, leaning back on his calves. He pressed her hips downward, driving her into the cushioning of the bed pillows. One hand went to her shoulder, bracing his palm over her star tattoos before he began drilling into her with abandon, bending her to his will and taking from her what he craved. He moved the toy in her ass, one stroke behind his own, sawing her open from both ends.
When he had set a pace for himself, that's when he twisted the end of the sex toy, setting off vibrations that struck a fire within his helpless partner. It enveloped his throbbing cock in the same sensation. The sweet vibrations nudging the sensitive end of his dick, the dangerously tight, wet heat of Vega's cunt tightening around him, strangling him. He felt himself nearing the precipice, teetering dangerously close to the edge.
"Tell me you're close, sweetheart." He begged, slowing his movements slightly, biting his lower lip for self-control.
"So close." She groaned, trying to lean up to look at him over her shoulder.
His hand went from her shoulder to her thick red mane, pulling roughly, contorting her body until she was almost bent at the back. She had to lift her bound hands, awkwardly trying to support her weight as Tig deepened the angle of penetration, pushing both cocks into her at once. "Touch yourself for me, baby." He growled.
She growled, finding it difficult to maneuver her hands without straining his grip on her hair.
Noticing her struggle, Tig let go of her hair, wrapping his arm around her waist, brushing his coarse palm over the barbells straining her tight, sensitive nipples before he pulled her star-covered back into his chest, allowing her to use both hands to massage her wet pussy.
She kneaded herself, drawing furious figure-eights around her engorged clit as it throbbed, ready to set off the liquid fire boiling in her belly. She felt herself getting closer as Tig fucked her, forget the rubber cock in her ass to leave it vibrating inside of her at full speed. He kneading her lush breasts, twisting her nipples as his teeth latched onto the side of her throat, eliciting cries of pleasure and pain.
"Make us come, sweetheart. Come on, Red. Give it all you've got."
It was too much for her. A few more rough passes of her fingers struck the cord. Tig pounded into her, thrusting upward and felt the fluttering of every muscle in her tight core strangling him into imminent conclusion seconds behind her.
The quiet vibrations aroused her, awakening memories of the night's activities. It was a full minute before she realized it was her cell phone, ringing in the far corner of the room where she had dropped it upon entering the motel.
She glanced over at Tig who was passed out beside her, snoring lightly. He faced the other direction so the only sight she was afforded was of his glorious backside where the covers had shifted to drape over his thighs.
Quietly, delicately, she shifted her weight, throwing her legs over the side of the bed and lifting herself up, careful to not disturb the Son she had slept beside. She grabbed the top sheet, wrapping it around herself and tucking it under her arms before she made it to the phone, still vibrating on the floor, illuminating the wall behind it.
She grabbed the phone, flipping it open before answering it in a hushed tone. "What?...You mean right now?...I'm going to need a few minutes at least…No, I'm still in…I'll be there soon."
She clamped the phone shut, turning to make sure Tig hadn't moved. She wanted to shower, dress, and sneak out without him noticing and she didn't have much time.
She never was good at saying goodbye.
The slamming on the door roused Tig first. "Housekeeping!"
He sat up straight, running his hand over his scruff with a groan as the early morning light peeked in, burning his sensitive eyes. He barely recognized the room. "Come back in an hour, lady!" He screamed back, smirking to himself when he heard her foreign curses through the door.
The night came rushing back to him full force when he glanced beside him to realize he was alone in bed.
Vega was gone.
The duffle bag on the table by the TV was missing, the clothes he had ripped off of her were no longer tossed carelessly on the floor.
He threw the covers off of himself and ran to the bathroom, finding the shower still damp, the pink smeared white towel she had used on her hair thrown on the toilet. The toiletries were gone, the bag of makeup he had seen on the bathroom counter the night before had been packed and removed. The used condom was still in the trash can where he had left it.
He ran through the room, opening the curtain enough to see that the solid red sports car that had been parked in front of the door was no longer there. Every last trace of the girl had vanished.
She had done it to him again.
Tig turned the shower on so hot the water practically scalded his flesh, giving him a reason to forget the loneliness and the frustration.
His hair still damp, clung to his forehead. He picked his clothes up off the floor, redressing in the previous days attire. His kutte laid lovingly on the hideous chair in the corner. He slipped that on last. He gave the room one last once over before walking out and shutting the door behind him.
His Dyna was a few blocks from here. He vaguely remembered how to get back to "Suck Bang Blow" from here. He loved Reno, but the nights he spent here were usually overshadowed with booze and smoke, so his memories of the town were foggy at best. If nothing else, the walk gave him time to think.
He was relieved to hear his prepaid ring in his jean pocket. He reached in, pulling out the modest flip phone to see Chib's number glowing on the screen. He flipped the phone open and a scrap of paper fell on the sidewalk at his feet. He bent to pick up the trash as he answered the phone. "Yeah?"
"I've been callin' yer sorry arse all mornin', Tiggy! Where the 'ell 'ave ya been?"
"I had a nice night, thanks for asking." He smirked over the phone at the Scot's concern, opening the folded scrap at the same time.
"We've been worried sick 'bout ya! Ye missed quite tha show last night!"
It took him a moment to speak up, his mind now preoccupied with the note. "Yeah? I had quite the show myself. Are you guys still at Rob's?"
"Aye, boyo. We never left. Most of the guys 'aven't even slept yet. Get yer arse back 'ere!"
"Don't move. I'll be there soon." Tig muttered, flipping the phone shut.
He read the note again, making sure he wasn't seeing things.
Until next time, Sarge.
Love, *
