As we enter, I turn her to face me, then, with my hand on her shoulder, push her back down on the black leather couch, which like the rest of my furniture is masculine and functional. Conveniently placed opposite is a wide screen TV, and my pride and joy, a top of the line audio system complete with turntable. But it’s the woman in front of me, not my possessions, who captures my attention.
Kneeling in front of her, I take her hands. Oh, I’ve every intention of telling her what’s going to be asked of her, but first, I can’t resist just one taste. This time I’ll go slow and give it to her the way I should have done the night before.
Curling my hand around the back of her head, I pull her to me. She offers no resistance, coming forward until her lips meet mine. Gently I move my mouth, encouraging her to open, and then slip my tongue inside, toying and dancing with hers. At first she’s hesitant, then she responds, and it dawns on me that I’ve rarely kissed before, and even when I have it’s something to get the formalities out of the way, to help escalate arousal so I can get down to the fucking part. Now I’m enjoying it for what it is, the closeness between two people, a sharing of affection as well as lust, and a celebration that we’re both still alive. I hope we’ll both stay that way.
She moves against me, silently asking for more. I deepen the kiss, her tongue curls around mine and my cock comes to life, rapidly thickening and lengthening. With anyone else at this point I’d usually open my zip and give my dick some relief, either in her mouth or elsewhere, it’s not fussy. But this time, I’m going to do it right.
Strangely reluctant, I break our connection. Rocking back on my heels I take off my cut, folding it and placing it on a table to the side. Then, with more urgency, I rip off my t-shirt.
She inhales a breath; it’s the first time she’s seen me. Her eyes widen at the sight of my tattoos. She traces the mechanical design of a V-twin engine on my chest as if checking for accuracy, making me smile, and then twirls her fingers, so I turn around and show her the full Satan’s Devils’ tattoo on my back. Her gentle touch sends tingles down my spine. Her eyes shine in the light, and I take it she approves.
Reaching out unsteady hands I take hold of the bottom of her shirt. She leans toward me, her gesture the silent permission to continue. Reverently, I pull it over her head. She’s wearing a plain white bra, practical and padded, as though she needs the extra lining to enhance what nature gave her. Before today is out, I’ll make her understand that what she’s got is more than enough for me. It fastens behind, so pressing my fingers to her shoulder I encourage her to come closer, and reaching around, undo it. It falls away. I run my hands down the smooth skin of her back as I gently slip the straps down, showing I appreciate every part of her, resisting the urge to simply tear her clothes from her body.
Then I sit back and just take a moment to admire her. I’d seen her but hadn’t bothered to take much time letting my eyes soak her in last night. Her breasts are a perfect size. Not large, my palms can easily cover the milky white softness that’s a stark contrast with the darker tanned skin that hasn’t been hidden by a bikini, so unlike the whores who think nothing of sunbathing totally naked. The juxtaposition of pale and brown emphasise I’m seeing now what no man has ever before. I swear I feel faint as more blood rushes to my cock.
Under just my scrutiny, her nipples begin to protrude, just begging to be fondled. I don’t disappoint. My mouth descends, and I hear a faint moan of delight as my tongue encourages them to become harder. I suck and lathe, tormenting both her and myself. Applying a little more pressure, I give a nip with my teeth. She throws her head back and her eyes roll as she squirms beneath my touch. I chuckle into her skin, and the vibration elicits an enchanting shudder. Why have I never taken the time to do this with a woman before? As I apply the same devotion to her other nipple, little tremors go through her, and she gives another moan as I again use my teeth.
Trailing my fingers down her skin, she flinches as I tickle her sensitive and aroused flesh. When I’m stopped by the waistband of her shorts, I place one hand on her stomach, pushing her back. Undoing the button and taking down the short zip, I speak for the first time.
“Lift your hips, babe.” I’m surprised at the rasp of my voice, and hardly recognise it as my own.
With her eyes fixed on mine, she obeys. I take down her shorts and then remove her panties after noticing again they’re white and plain. She should wear silk and satin. Beneath her underwear, her skin’s almost as white as the material. A tremor shudders through me at the thought that she’s all mine and only mine. Or at least for as long as it takes to get this obsession with her out of the way.
She’s wet, her arousal glistening, the smell so enticing I have to put my mouth there. Replacing my hand on her soft skin, I keep her in place and at last allow myself to partake of her direct to my taste buds, rather than carelessly off my fingers like last night. Already my palate recognises her unique flavour, and I pause to savour it, knowing my beard will hold her unique perfume as it collects her copious juices. Again, I feel lightheaded, relishing a task that I’ve only performed perfunctorily before, previously using a woman’s arousal and release simply as a prelude to heighten my own. Now I want to give her pleasure, even if that means I’m delaying my own.
Wondrous little sighs and groans come to my ears as I lap up her essence, my tongue delving into that tight and until so recently, virgin hole. Using my fingers, I toy with her clit, circling around the tight bud. As her muscles tighten, I move my hand away, wanting to delay her gratification, to make it as good as possible for her.
Like a cat, I lap at her cream, the tang affecting me like nothing before. It’s as though my mind is trying to analyse her particular pheromones, to categorise them as mine.
My cock throbs, almost painfully now. I exchange my tongue for my fingers, curling them up inside while sucking and biting at the bundle of nerves, determined to drive her wild.
She’s murmuring, incapable of forming words, probably not even aware that she’s even making a sound. She starts pleading, “Please, Drum, please. Oh please,” as if she’s not quite certain what she’s asking for.
Her thighs press into me, trapping my head, her body goes back, and I can see her hands clenching, her fingers curled round into her palms. I tease and taunt her until all her muscles are tight, and then she comes with such a loud scream I think it’s quite possible they’ll hear her down at the clubhouse.
Her cries keep coming as I keep her there, sucking, massaging her inner walls, making it last as long as I can. Then she’s pushing at me, and I pull away, resting my head on her pelvis. Turning slightly, I see when she slowly opens her eyes, peering through hooded lids into mine.
My hand clutches hers, a reassurance we seem to both need. As her breathing slows, I know my patience is at an end.
“I’m gonna do this right, this time.” Throatily I make my promise to her, pulling her forward and to her feet at the same time as I rise, then sweeping her up into my arms, carry her through to my bedroom and tenderly lay her on my bed.
I stand back and watch her, realising how right she looks there. Under my scrutiny she flushes, and her arms go over her body. “Don’t hide yourself from me.” I gently take her arms and move them back to her sides. “You’re fuckin’ beautiful.” It’s not hard to see why anyone would want to pay to own her, but no amount of money could ever be enough.
Straightening once again, I toe off my motorcycle boots and undo my jeans. As I slide them down my legs, my cock bobs free. She hadn’t seen me last night, and now her eyes widen in appreciation. And fear. Yesterday I’d hurt her; now I’ve got to do what I can to make that right.
I can see her throat working as she swallows. Showing is better than telling, so I ease myself down beside her, then wrapping my strong arms around her, pull her on top, so she’s straddling me. She gasps in surprise, and I grin. “You’re going to control this, darlin’. You take it as fast or as slow as you want. Take what you want of me.” Then I smi
rk. “I’m all yours.”
Her head tilts to one side, and the corners of her mouth turn up in a beatific smile that reaches her eyes. “I can play with you?”
Fuck me! Yes, please! “Do what the fuck you want to do.”
She looks down, again tracing the tattooed engine on my chest, her fingers following the V heading down. At the end of the tattoo, her fingers continue, pausing on my shortly trimmed pubes. “Can I touch you?” Her voice is tentative.
“Fuck yeah.”
She takes hold of me in her small hands, the roughness of her calloused fingers makes me grow, not only from the stimulation but from the pride of all that she’s accomplished and her dedication to hard work. She’s one in a million. Mine.
Then I can’t think anymore as she starts to explore, following the pulsing blue veins with her fingertips.
“Put your hands around me.”
She can’t hold me with one hand; her fingers don’t meet around my girth. She flicks a worried look toward me.
“It’s your show. You do what you want.”
And fuck me, she does, lowering her head and tasting my pre-cum that’s seeped from the tip, her tongue swirling around. And oh yeah, baby, her mouth’s around me now. She tries to take more in; I resist taking hold of her hair, balling my hands so I keep them at my sides. She might not know what to do, but as her instinct takes over, I’d give her full marks. My balls feel so heavy I know I won’t be able to…
“Stop.” She looks up sharply at my strangled instruction. I shake my head. “It feels too fuckin’ good, babe. Need you to fuck me now.” I point to a condom I’d left on the table by the bed, and she passes it to me. Knowing she can’t have sheaved a man before, in a quick well-rehearsed move I cover myself while wishing that I could take her bare.
“I don’t know what to do.” She speaks so quietly, I can hardly hear her.
“Lift up a little, put me where you want to.”
A moment of uncertainty, and then she’s easing herself up until she’s positioned above me.
“Go slow, babe. Take as much time as you need. Just lower yourself down on my cock. You’re in control.”
She’s killing me as she slowly sinks, her face twisting as she lets her weight take me inside. Her eyes crease in concentration, then close.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck. That’s it.”
Chapter Eighteen
Sam…
Drummer’s so big my eyes water just looking at him. Having been facing away from him, turned against the wall, I didn’t see him last night, but now in the daylight and discovering all his glory I’m not sure how we’re going to fit. And yesterday, it had hurt so much. Will it be as painful today? He’s letting me take control; I just wish I knew what to do. I’m going to give it a damn good try. I’m desperate to feel him inside me.
Throwing back my head, I wince as I stretch to take him inside, somehow instinctively knowing if I rise and lower myself then my own lubrication will ease the way. I take a little more in, unable to still the trembling of my body. His large hands come out to cover my hips, a gentle touch of reassurance. Sinking lower, I straighten my neck and look into his eyes. His pupils dilate, his chest rises and falls as if he’s struggling to take air into his lungs, causing the fins of the engine tattooed on his chest to vibrate with his actions, similar to the shuddering of a V-twin running. I focus on that, on what I know, and my mouth twists into a smile at the thought of tuning this engine up. Sitting forward, an action that pushes him deeper, I run my hands across the mechanical picture that seems to have come alive on his sweat-dampened skin.
He helps me lift off him, and I come back down. The feeling of him stretching my inner walls now transforms from pain to something else. As if he knows my body’s accepting his, he takes one hand and toys with my clit. Oh my God, the feeling is so intense. His touch so light, it seems the only way I can get more friction is to fasten my pace, rising up and then down until suddenly he can go no further, his cock fully seated inside me.
My muscles clench, and he groans, and the feeling of power that sound gives makes me want to affect him more. The smell of our joined arousal fills the air, his masculine scent taunting me. I squeeze against him again.
“I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that, babe.”
I start to ride him, using him. I’m so stretched as I pull up, then surge down, his cock incites nerve endings inside. At first I’m uncertain, experimental, and then I find a rhythm. Once again, he takes hold of my hips, his strong arms helping me, subtle hints to increase my pace.
“Touch yourself.”
What? Where? Oh, there. Embarrassed, I move my hand to my clit as he pounds up into my cunt. I start to shake as sensations overwhelm me and my awkwardness disappears. My fingers strum against me faster and faster, and closing my eyes I concentrate on the feelings, striving to reach that elusive peak. I swear I feel him growing inside me, swelling as my muscles tauten around him. As my body goes stiff, he groans once again.
“Oh fuck, babe. That’s it, that’s it. Tell me you’re fuckin’ coming.”
My scream is his answer, and then he’s pumping, now in control of my satiated body. I’m weak as I work through my orgasm.
“Fuck, you’re draining me completely! Fuck, so fuckin’ good, babe.”
Then his pace starts to slow, a few uncoordinated movements, and he too begins to relax. He pulls me down, his arms coming around me, his mouth nuzzling against my hair. “Fuck, babe, that was fuckin’ amazing.”
We’re lying skin to skin, and I’ve never felt such a connection to anyone before. I have no idea what it means, just that if I’m not careful, I’m not going to want to let this man go.
We stay like that, our chests seeming to heave in unison, rising and falling together until the tempo slows to something approaching normal.
His hands caress my skin, his touch so gentle and light. Slowly his softened cock slips out of me. Lifting his head, he pulls me toward him. His kiss is deep and thorough, as if he’s telling me something he can’t put into words. Had it meant something to him, too?
“Let me get cleaned up.” He shifts me so I’m no longer on top of him, and immediately I feel the loss of his warmth. My eyes follow him as he strides confidently toward the small attached bathroom, showing no embarrassment even though he must know I’m watching his tight ass. At the door he turns, a smirk showing he’s well aware I’m staring at him. My face flushes red at being caught in the act.
“That right there,” he laughs, pointing toward me, with a little shake of his head. As my eyes widen in confusion, he continues, “Gonna fuck that innocence right out of you, babe.”
I hear water running, a toilet flush, and then he returns with a cloth in his hands. As mine go down to cover myself, he pulls them away, staring intently into my eyes. “This is what I should have done yesterday, darlin’.” Then he proceeds to clean me. I squirm in embarrassment, so he tickles me, making me shout out for him to stop. And just like that, he takes any mortification away.
The cloth disposed of, he returns to the bed, sitting himself leaning back against the headboard, his legs slightly open, completely unashamed that his flaccid cock and balls are clearly on display. My eyes seem drawn there, and I’m transfixed as I watch it start to swell once again.
“See what you do to me?” he murmurs. “But we need to talk, darlin’. Come here.”
Uh oh. The talk. I decide to get in first. “I know, Drummer, this is what it is and nothing more.”
He easily pulls me up the bed and manoeuvres me until I’m sitting beside him, his arm around my shoulders holding me tight. “The fuck you say?” he begins, his voice almost harsh. “Darlin’, I don’t know what the fuck this is.” He places a chaste kiss to my mouth. “I left you yesterday as I didn’t know how to handle it, but one thing I do know, you aren’t just a cheap fuck, okay?” His free hand runs through his hair and his mouth twists. “That’s what makes it so hard to say what I’ve got to say. I’ve got feelings fo
r you, darlin’. I’ll be honest; I have no fuckin’ clue what to do with that.”
He’s got feelings? Oh, my. Perhaps I can allow myself to feel for him too. Then I recall the rest of what he said. “What have you got to tell me, Drum?” Is it that he’s still going to send me away?
He sighs. “I don’t like this one bit, darlin’. And you aren’t gonna like it either.”
“You want me to go?” Let’s get this out in the open now. No use prolonging the agony.
“Fuck, no. Though believe me, if I could, I would.”
My eyes crease, not knowing what to make of this strange conversation. My lover isn’t exactly whispering sweet nothings into my ear. His breathing has accelerated and his body feels tight. Suddenly, I feel his fingers take hold of my hair and gently twist it around them. He draws me closer.
“Just say it, Drum. Tell me.” I’m imagining all manner of things. None of them good.
“I don’t know where to start. Oh for fuck’s sake. Sam, you must have heard of people smuggling, of rings that kidnap women and sell them as slaves.”
“You going to sell me?” I giggle, knowing it’s the last thing he’d do.
But his fingers tighten around my hair, and his free hand takes mine, squeezing it so hard it almost hurts. “In a nutshell, darlin’, that’s exactly what it’s been suggested I do.”
What? A shiver of fear runs down my spine. He doesn’t mean it, does he? However I’d expected this conversation to go, it certainly hadn’t been down this road.
“Fuck this is hard for me, babe. I’ve never brought a chick into club business before, but you’re at the centre of something, and I’ve gotta ask for your help.” Letting go of my hand, he places his fingers on my chin and turns me to face him. “I can’t see any way out of it, I’ve got to ask if you’re prepared to put yourself in danger.”
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