by Brair Lake
I smile at Damien, glance at his companion, then turn my gaze back to the Biker. He’s a good-looking man who knows it and flaunts it. Sex seeps off the man. Yet my pussy and the pulse in my clit remains dormant. Bastian is raw and beneath the hard exterior he is a gentleman. He’s not shallow. Not like the Biker standing in front of me.
“I’ve an eclectic taste and like a bit of classical when I’m working. Just as I like some Jazz when I’m making love.” A shadow flickers at the back of Day’s eyes. “And when I’m partying. I like something heavy.” My gaze is still on Damian and my smile deepens. “I’m more than one dimension, Day.”
“Everything okay.”
I smile and slip my hand into Bastian’s as he offers me my beer. “Everything’s dandy. Day and I are getting to know each other. I was telling him. I’m going to be in Noir Valley for a while.”
“And the trip you’re taking with Poppy.” Day continues to watch me. The gleam in his eyes over bright as he waits for me to answer. Poppy likes this guy and apart from his looks, I don’t know why.
“And yeah. The concert. We’re thinking of making a weekend of it.”
Bastian’s fingers tighten around mine and I stroke his flesh. “Yeah – it’s that weekend we’re away, Day. It’ll stop the women fussing whilst we’re not here.”
Day glances at me. His smile slips slightly. He then turns his gaze to Bastian, gives a nod, and turns away.
“Sorry. I forgot about the plans I’d made with Poppy and Mia.”
“And that I was there. And that Poppy’s mentioned it several times.”
“See what you do to me, Bastian. You make me forget things.”
Bastian nods as he watches Day as he mingles into the crowd, then his eyes are on me and every nerve in my body comes to life as he smiles. Yeah, he may not have Day’s looks, but the man’s reeks of charisma and sex appeal. “Why do you think TJ and I arranged a run for that weekend. If Poppy is expecting Day to turn up, she’s in for a surprise.”
“You don’t miss much, do you?” Bastian pulls me close and his lips brush against my hair. I smile as I sniff the man. “Let’s go home.”
The door to the house closes with a quiet click and I watch Bastian as he shrugs out of his jacket and cut. His tee-shirt is loose from his jeans. The hem just covering the wide leather belt. With one hand on the banister he leans forward and starts to loosen the laces on his biker boots. My tongue wipes my lower lip as I study the curve of his ass and the pulse in my clit comes to life. “Are you going to stand there all night?”
I push away from the door and slide the top, then the bottom bolt into place. “No. I’m making coffee. Want one?
Bastian kicks his unlaced boots off, then turns to face me. His gaze slides over my body and the coils in my stomach tightened. “I know what I’d rather have.” His left eyebrow rises as his gaze fixates on my tits. The nipples hard as they press against the thin material of my top.
“Coffee first.”
“You’re a spoilsport, Eve.”
“And you love it.” I switch the kitchen light, then turn to the kettle. As I fill it, Bastian removes two mugs from the wall cabinets. His body surrounds mine as he places the mugs beside the kettle. He then reaches into another cabinet for the coffee granules. His breath warms the flesh at the base of my neck as he spoons the granules into the coffee pot. When he’s done, he drops the spoon onto the counter, placing the coffee canister next to it.
“We could have a quickie while the coffee brews.” My fingers grasp onto the edge of the counter as Bastian trails a finger down my spine. When he reaches my hips. He shuffles his body against mine, spreading my thighs as he fits into me. His fingers slide under my top and he strokes my flesh until he reaches my breasts, where he cups the ample flesh. His thumb flickers over my nipples, making them grow and press against the soft material of my bra. I lean my body into his. My neck rests on his shoulder as I arch my head back. His scent surrounds me and a shudder shivers through me as he continues to play with my nipples as he gently thrusts against my lower body. “Are you sure about the coffee?”
The soft whisper of his voice brings the goosebumps on my arms to life and I close my eyes. “Yes. Coffee first.”
“Then.”
“Then we get to play all night.”
“Can we take the coffee upstairs?” I give in and turn my head to his. His lips are close. I move a fraction, then they touch mine. It’s a soft kiss full of promises. A soft kiss which changes as Bastian deepens. His tongue slips into my mouth and I suck on it pulling it, in further. A groan echoes around the room and I turn my body fully into his. “Forget about the coffee.”
As Bastian breaks the kiss the whistle on the kettle blows, and I free myself from his hold and step out of his arms. “Coffee. I want a clear head.”
“I prefer you with a muddled brain.”
“I bet you would.”
Bastian places the freshly made coffee onto the coffee table as I switch on one of the lamps, casting the lounge into low light. Shadows dance on the wall and I switch the CD player on. Slow jazz fills the room and I begin to sway to the music. I watch Bastian settles onto the couch. His legs spread out in front of him, crossed at the ankles. His arms are spread out over the back of the couch. For twenty years this house has only ever had a woman’s touch. My mother and I were tall women. Yet Bastian manages to dominate the room with his personality just by sitting on the couch. The coffee table is between Bastian and myself and I continue to sway to the music as I watch him. “Dance with me.” I hold my hand out to him, which he ignores with a shake of his head.
“Watching you is all I need.”
I place my hands at the back of my neck and free my hair. “Do you like what you see?”
Bastian gives a thrust of his hips. “We both do.”
“Would you like to watch me strip.” Bastian nods and I lick my lips. My teeth nip into my top lip as my smile deepens. “Pay me.”
Bastian eyebrow rises. “Pay you.”
“Yes. Pay me for every item I remove.”
Bastian tilts his head as he studies my body “Ten dollars for each item you remove.”
“Eighty dollars.” Bastian removes his wallet and spreads out eight, ten-dollar bills on the coffee table. “Make it a straight hundred and you have a deal.” Bastian removes two more ten-dollar bills and places them next to the ones already spread over the coffee table. Then he leans back spreading his legs as he frees the catch of his jeans. He cups his dick in his hand and begins to stroke the flesh. My gaze locks with his as I sway and with a nod I ruffle my hair as I gyrate my hips. My body is burning, and my blood is singing in my veins. I want Bastian. I can almost feel his cock in me as he thrust against me. I dance some more. My gaze doesn’t leave his as I tug at the hem of my Tee-shirt. Once I am free of the clinging cloth, I twirl it, then drop it onto the floor. With another gyration of my hips, thrusting them slightly I raise my leg and place my booted foot on the coffee table. Bastian’s eyes are on my tits and as I pull the boot free, I jiggle my tits at him.
“Bitch.” I ignore Bastian as I use my hair to cover my body. Hiding my breasts from his view as I slide the boot off. Then I switch legs and still with my upper body hidden from him, I remove the second boot. With a subtle head lift, I smile at the Biker as I catch him stroking himself. Then I rise and do another twirl to the music. With my back to the Biker I smile over my shoulder and wiggle my ass as I undo the catch to my jeans. With one last wiggle, I turn to face Bastian. My fingers are in my jean’s waistband and I shuffle them down my legs. Once I’m free of them, I toss them to him, and he chuckles as they land on his chest. His chuckle envelopes me.
I blink as I look down at the garments. My panties are flimsy and black. They match my bra. I know I look sexy. That is until you see the neon pink socks with a mouse with a long tail on them. “I dress to please.” I give a dip in a mock courtesy
“You please me.” Bastian leans forward and taps the ten-dollar bills on t
he table. “Now let’s cut the chat and finish the strip.”
I stick my tongue out at him and wink. “The chats free.”
“We can chat later.” Bastian waves his hand at me and I give a small wiggle of my hips. Then slide my hand up the side of my body. The tips of my fingers barely touch my flesh and the nerves in my stomach quiver as my knees tremble. With a deep breath I close my eyes and resume dancing for Bastian. I can feel his gaze on my body and the pulse in my clit throbs heavily. “The bra, Eve. Remove the bra.”
I open my eyes and watch Bastian as my hands slip to my back and I free the catch of my bra. With a shrug, the straps fall forward, then I’m free of the material. I glide my hands under my hair as I continue to gyrate and another pulse at my clit throbs. I clench my thighs as Bastian groans. “You’re perfect, Eve.” I open my eyes at the low, seductive voice. He holds his hand out and I willingly fall into his arms. He pulls me onto his lap, and I straddle his hips His lips meet mine. The kiss is hungry, savage. It steals everything in me. “Hold onto the couch, Eve.”
I blink at the loss of his lips on mine. Then he’s sliding down the couch as he lifts my body. He snaps at my panties and a shiver rocks my body. I’ve only just got a hold of the back of the couch when Bastian’s mouth touches my pussy lips, and I clamp my lips as his tongue slithers between my swollen pussy lips. His tongue is slow as he strokes against my sensitive flesh. His tongue flicks against the swollen bud of my clit and I thrust against his mouth as my head drops onto the back of the couch. He does it again and I clench my thighs. The blood races through my body as Bastian teases and nips at my pussy and clit. “Bastian.”
“Urm.” His hum sends another rush of blood to my brain and I bite down on my lip to keep my breath in my body. His tongue continues with its teasing.
“Bastian.” My body shudders and his tongue licks me as I coat it with my juice. The world tilts and I find myself on my back. Bastian lips are on mine and I taste myself as he shuffles against me as he strokes the flesh between my pussy lips with the tip of his fingers. He slips his finger into my pussy and I buck against his hands as he thrusts into me. As I gasp and breathe in deep. Bastian removes the finger and surges his cock into me. He slides in and I clench on to his hard-throbbing shaft as it plunges into my body. Blood pounds in my ears. The air swirls around my head. As I gasp, Bastian growls into my ear. My thighs clench and my body shudders as he releases his own climax into me.
Chapter 12
Eve – Eve’s Home Noir Valley
I snuggle into the heat of the pillow, and smother the giggle trapped in my throat as fingers trail down my spine. My thighs clench when the muscles in my stomach compress. “I’m hungry.”
Bastian leans over. The warm rays of heat emitting from his body surrounds me, and I swallow a long deep breath as I inhale his morning scent. “So am I.” The light touch of his fingers wakes the goosebumps on my flesh, sending another shiver through my body and I give into temptation and roll onto my back. Eyes with the Devil’s laughter in them, greet me. I forget how to think as Bastian kisses. “Morning.”
“Morning, Beautiful.” Bastian pulls back but does not free me as his fingers trail down my throat. His touch teases my flesh, and my breath rasps in my throat. When he reaches the curve of my breast, the blood in my veins tingle, bringing my nipples to life. They grow hard and rigid as his thumb flickers over the tip. Bastian is aware of my future plans. That within the year I will no longer look like I do now.
“What happens after.”
I watch Bastian. Watch and wait to see his reaction. His thumb stills for a moment and he tilts his head to look at me. “After?”
“After the operation.”
“You’re still thinking of going through with it.” I nod as I roll away from him. Bastian’s grip tightens on my arm and he pulls me back to face him. His gaze lingers on my breast, then he looks up at me. His smile is gone. “You gonna be around that long?”
The shiver which rocks through me this time has nothing to do with lust and when I roll away from his grasp, he lets me go. I grab the housecoat from the back of the bedroom chair. Only when I’m covered, do I turn to Bastian. He’s still lying on the bed and he’s made no attempt to cover his naked body. “Don’t fret. Bastian. We’re just having a bit of fun.”
“And I’m acting like a jerk.” Bastian rolls into a sitting position. “Eve, I don’t know how I’ll react afterwards. I’d like to say nothing will change. That everything will be the same. But I don’t know.”
“You’ve fucked flat-chested women, before.”
Bastian scratches his head. “Sure. But not many.”
“And you still managed to get your dick up.” Bastian rubs his hand over his mouth. “Are you laughing at me?”
The Biker shakes his head. With one last look at me, his gaze sweeps the room, then he’s leaning over the side of the bed and collecting his jeans from the floor. “I guess you’re not in the mood.”
“No. I’ll be in the kitchen if you want to talk.”
When Bastian joins me in the kitchen I already have the coffees in the pot, and I watch Bastian as he pours himself a mug then joins me at the table. “I wish I had an answer for you.”
My lips tighten. “And there I thought we were in a grown-up relationship. Well, we all make mistakes.”
Bastian places his mug on the table and leans back in his chair. “You have a great figure, Babe. Fuck, it never fails to send blood pumping to my cock. Will it have the same effect if you go ahead with the operation. I don’t know.” I place my own cup on the table and Bastian reaches over. His fingers curl around my wrist. His smile has a boyish tinge to it. “I’m thirty-four and you may not get this. But you are my first steady girlfriend. My first real long-term relationship. Kit and Alex. They’re widowers. The only one of us in any kind of a committed relationship is Leon.” He takes a deep breath and lifts my hands up to his lips and kisses the flesh. “The women who hang around the club, do so because they get the pick of who they want to fuck.. Why don’t we just have fun and see where this ride takes us.”
I reach for my coffee, finish it. Then I rise from the chair.” I’ve work to do. I’ll catch you later.”
“Eve.”
I turn to Bastian and flash him a half smile. “I’m here Bastian. But I need to get this job finish. I’m sure Day has something for you to do.” I leave the kitchen without a backward glance.
With a sigh, I roll the drawing into a scroll and place it in the cylinder container and head for the kitchen. On the kitchen table is my cellphone and I switch it on. When I’m working, I hate being disturbed and always switch it off. I check for any missed calls or messages. There are none and I drop the cellphone back onto the table. The kettle boils and I pour the water into a pot. Then I look out of the window. There’s no bike or biker, and the house is silent. Why should it be any different when Bastian had already left the house by the time I finished my shower after our chat this morning. Ignoring the coffee, I go to the fridge and remove the casserole I’d made the day before. As I close the oven door, the front door closes with a soft click and I turn to the kitchen door and wait. I’m not disappointed. Bastian arrives at the entrance in less than thirty seconds. As he steps into the kitchen, he holds out a bunch of carnations to me and I raise my eyebrow at him.
“Are you going to take them.”
I nod as I step forward. “I just put a casserole in the oven.”
“It’ll take a while to cook.”
I step back and take a tall beer glass out of the cupboard and place the flowers in them. “Is that all you think about…”
“Don’t you have a vase?”
I shake my head. “I gave them away when I put the house up for sale.”
Bastian approaches me silently. “Life isn’t all about fitting into boxes.”
When his body is next to mine, I inhale his scent, and as he strokes my back, I relax against him and gaze out of the window. Bastian is a complication I could do wi
thout. Life and this affair weren’t supposed to get like this. A tangled mess. What we are doing, was supposed to be one last fling before I set out on the path of the new beginning I have set out for myself. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. “No. Sometimes we cram too much into them and the lid refuses to close.”
The way he strokes my arm is leading me into a false contentment. “Is that what we are doing, Eve”
“We’ll not think about the future, Bastian.” I turn and look up at him. “We’ll live for the now.”
Bastian blinks. “Eve.”
I place my fingers against his parted lips and shake my head. “Now is not the time to talk about the future.”
“You’re not dying, Eve. Think about it. Think about what you’re planning to do.”
A sigh slips from my lips. He doesn’t get it. Doesn’t understand what I’m going through and I shake my head. “I’m not dying now, Bastian. Fuck it, I don’t want to die for a long time.”
Bastian nods as his lips touch mine. “It’s your choice.”
“It is. But I would like your support.”
“And I’d like some casserole.” Bastian’s lips find mine once more.
“Later. It’ll keep.”
The water cools my throat as it slides down my throat. It’s three days since I attempted to talk to Bastian about my future. Three days since we’ve brushed the issue of my mastectomy under the carpet My gaze sweeps the casino and I easily find the him. He’s working tonight and I watch as he talks to Day. I take another swig of my water then place it under the counter. Instead of waiting at home, or hanging out on the club’s private deck, I’ve offered to work the bar tonight. Unsure how the other women would react to me being here, my nerves had set in, but they’ve been fine so far. I find I’m enjoying myself. Then there’s the added benefit of being able to watch Bastian unobserved.
I glance at Flash as she leans against the bar. “We’re having a party when we dock. Are you joining us?” Her black dress is short and clings to every curve she owns. Her breasts are ample. I don’t need to ask if she and Bastian have ever been lovers. She’s his type. Sex on legs. Once I’m gone. He’ll probably take her back to his bed. Biles rises in my throat and my stomach clenches. Thinking of Bastian and his sex life once I leave Noir Valley dampens my mood.