Open Wheel

by Shey Stahl

  Rager seemed to be the same way, grunting as he slammed me into the door to open it. Not hard, but he didn’t have a good enough grip on my soaking wet body to let go and open the door. His boots slid against the tile entryway of my house. We landed against the wall and knocked over the small table next to the door. Keys and picture frames went flying across the floor and into the den.

  I didn’t care, and neither did Rager when he had me pinned to the now closed door and was stripping away my shirt, which hit the tile with a slapping sound right along with my bra.

  With one leg bent, Rager steadied me against the wall, his large hands covering my breasts, squeezing, and then replacing his hands with his mouth. His tongue swirled over my hardened nipples, lapping at the water. Drawing each one into his hot wet mouth, then biting down softly. He did that with my right breast, and then my left before his mouth traveled over the valley between as if he was trying to lick the water from my skin, a man dying of thirst.

  I knew the feeling.

  “Are you going to stop me?” Rager growled, taking my arms from around his neck and pinning them above my head, his penetrating stare on mine.

  No.

  Never.

  Our eyes locked as I shook my head. “I can’t stop.”

  His brow furrowed, dark eyebrows knitting together as he contemplated what I said, cherry red lips parting as panting breaths escaped him. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest and the pounding in mine. Our hearts rapidly beating to the same tempo, as one, connected on so many levels. His hips pressed forward when I slipped down the wall and essentially slid down his dick. Like it was a damn fireman’s pole.

  Rager’s eyes squeezed shut, his body trembling as his mouth crashed against mine. Our teeth knocked together in a desperate way trying to find a rhythm, but we couldn’t; all we knew was on the edge and dying for more. It was one of those kisses where it appeared sloppy, but the sensations, the thrill, the all-body shivers it gave wasn’t even close to sloppy.

  “Rager…just fuck me…” I breathed against his lips.

  He moaned, downright fucking moaned, in a whimpering grunt and pushed his hips into mine again, forceful, promising.

  I knew then this boy was going to fuck me, maybe against this wall.

  Stepping back from me, Rager’s stare shocked me. It was almost aggressive as he let me down and pushed his wet hair from his forehead.

  He swallowed, as though it was painful to do so, and then ripped his own shirt off, tossing it carelessly behind him.

  I noticed a tattoo over the left side of his chest, again, this time the lighting in the room allowing me to see the details. It was a raven landing in a bed of splattered red and black. It reminded me of a water color painting with dull lines and shaded details.

  “When did you get that?”

  “I don’t remember…” His eyes were low, hooded, haunted maybe.

  “What does it mean?”

  “Nothing…” With one step my direction, his hands went to the backs of my thighs, his mouth locked on me again. Lifting me up, he carried me down the hall into the family room and to the couch. Sitting down, this left me straddling him. Pushing himself to the edge, I let go of his neck and arched myself against him, rocking my hips into him.

  My panties were soaked, providing both friction and a certain amount of give that allowed me to slide back and forth over his erection.

  Rager’s body jolted at the sensation, his back arching and pressing himself harder into the couch.

  He let out another moan, his breath catching as he did so. You would have thought this was painful for him, but it wasn’t that. It was denying yourself something for so long that the emotions, the urges coursing through you, left you weak.

  We rocked against one another, lost in the moment, the pleasure shooting through our bodies like the way lighting struck the ground. With each thrust of my hips against his, I was that much closer to falling apart on him.

  He knew it, encouraging it, driving me forward and angling my hips to give me the right pressure and position. It was like he was working a car up the cushion, finding the desired line he wanted, and then when he had it, he was committed to a flying lap.

  Rager knew exactly what the hell he was doing; his head dipped forward, chin tucked down to his chest as he studied my hips rolling into him.

  And then, when a moan of pleasure escaped my lips, his eyes raised to mine, shocking blue so lust stricken they appeared black. They weren’t. It was the way he was watching me with that darkness and the way his chest flexed, the muscles in his stomach contracting, letting go, contracting again, like a shock absorbing motion.

  My hands went wild, tugging at his shoulders in an attempt to have him closer, scratching at his skin. Leaving red marks in their wake.

  Rager didn’t even flinch.

  Even when I saw blood from my nails, he didn’t seem to care.

  “Let go, now,” he demanded, voice gravelly, squeezing my hips so hard I could feel the muscles in my thighs protesting against it, screaming to let go.

  Reaching between us, Rager dipped his left hand inside his unbuttoned shorts to palm his erection. I watched, a little jealous he was touching himself and I wasn’t touching him there.

  Stroking it once, he positioned himself slightly different.

  Oh God, Rager is touching himself. I envisioned him stroking it, thinking of me. Fuck…the visions I just got.

  Removing his hand, he grasped my hips again, drawing me closer, right over his straining erection.

  I gasped, as did he, at how hard he was. It was like I was sliding over a metal pipe.

  The harder I grinded into him, because let’s face it, I was grinding into him as hard as I could, the more he would lift his hips to meet mine, as if the friction was driving him mad, or he was that eager for me to come on his dick.

  “If you don’t come now, I’m going to rip these panties off you and fuck you.” Rager, though quietly arrogant, could fuck you with just words. I believed that now more than ever. “I won’t wait for you to come.”

  His words hit me right between the legs as I threw my head back, the pleasure shooting through my nerves. It rocked through me, everywhere, all at once, nearly blinding me. I couldn’t open my eyes, let alone see Rager’s face, but I heard his breathing hitch when he gasped as he pushed me off him.

  Was he about to come too?

  I was sitting next to him in the next second, and he was pushing his shorts down around his ankles. It was the first time I had seen him completely naked since he was nineteen. My eyes roamed his body, from one hard tanned line to the next. He wasn’t a big guy muscle wise, but he was lean and stayed in shape.

  Pulling his wallet from the back of his shorts, Rager removed a condom, ripping it open with his teeth, discarding the plastic wrapper over his shoulder, just as carelessly as he had his shirt earlier.

  Looking at him now, he had grown since the last time he was naked in front of me. He was most certainly a man now.

  Nothing was said between us, he was far too caught up in his own need at that point to say anything. Breathing heavy was about all he could do.

  Dropping to his knees, he didn’t even bother with removing his shorts all the way before he grabbed me by my hips again. Reaching between us, he rolled the condom on with one hand. I was actually impressed he could do that.

  At the possessive touch of his hands as they clenched at my side, the fabric of my panties between his fists as he drew them down my thighs in a rush, I was done.

  Hooking his hands around the backs of my knees, he dragged me to the edge of the leather couch, one hand between us, the other behind my neck, fisting my hair in his hand.

  There was no pausing, no hesitation as I laid completely naked before him. His gaze travelled over me, lingering, worshiping, as we both knew what was about to happen. Years of want would finally be satisfied.

  For the first time, he paused when our eyes met, waiting.

  Is he nervous? Will
he pull away now?

  “I’ve wanted this for so long…” His dick glided against my wet center just enough so I felt the pressure, but he didn’t move. “I can’t promise this is gonna last long.”

  “I don’t even care. Just put it in already!”

  He laughed lightly, the action shaking his chest.

  And then he slid inside me for the first time.

  Indescribable.

  Even if we had sex again, I would never have this feeling again of the first time Rager entered me. The sensation, sure, we’d get that again, but the emotion that tugged at my heart, the heat it felt, surrendering, the ache finally satisfied.

  “Jesus…” I moaned, my body greedy for more.

  Neither one of us could stop our bodies from shaking, trembling with desire. It was so bad that his hands could barely keep a hold of my hips.

  Wild lust stricken eyes darting around, I looked at him, his eyes locked on mine and then closed as he groaned, his head falling forward, overtaken and overwhelmed by the flooding of responses from my body.

  Then, just as quickly as it fell forward, he threw it back, his body arched around mine, every single muscle in his taunt body flexed as he fought the urge to come immediately. His arms tensed, muscles contracting as he squeezed my hips with one hand and the other yanked on my hair. My legs wrapped around his waist tighter, urging him to move, needing him to move.

  But he wouldn’t.

  He resisted for what seemed like the longest time, his stone body frozen.

  Wordlessly, his eyes opened and he moved slightly, his hand falling from my hair and then hooking around the backside of my thighs and around the front to drive me into his first hard thrust. The move rocked through me, my breasts bouncing with the force.

  Under his penetrating stare, I couldn’t keep my eyes on his. I couldn’t because in that first movement, I wanted to let go again.

  He was that good, or maybe, I wanted it that bad.

  I could feel the pressure building already, my body tingling from head to toe, alight with the fire he created in me.

  Rager’s mouth twitched into a half smile, his head bent forward, but his eyes remained watchful of my every move.

  I’m having sex with Rager Sweet. Actual fucking sex.

  Oh God, here come the nerves. My hands shook, my breath expelling nervously over and over again, panting.

  Is this real?

  His dick was inside of me. Like actually inside. I even looked down to be sure. I was met with the hard lines of his stomach flexing and trembling, and when I looked closer, his dick was in fact sliding in and out of me.

  For ten long damn years, I had thought about this, imagined every single detail, sometimes even when I was having sex with Easton, but it was nothing compared to this feeling.

  Nothing.

  It was beyond words I knew how to form. Unrestrained emotions and words I couldn’t define because nothing did it justice.

  With my hips raised off the edge of the couch, Rager moved, sliding out slowly and then back in, his eyes squeezed shut, body shaking

  Weakened by his touch, I moaned and his eyes snapped open at the sound, the blue scorching my skin like the sun.

  I wanted this to last forever.

  I wanted him inside me for days, fucking me, just so this feeling that was running through me never ended. It couldn’t, not with the way he was moving and the way he watched me. The way his heavy chest matched mine and the way our bodies moved as one.

  No way.

  It couldn’t end.

  Ever.

  We were meant to be this way.

  Forever.

  Unfortunately, Rager was a little worked up, and within a few minutes, I knew this would be short lived when his breathing changed, intensified.

  The thought of him pulling out made me panic and grasp his hands on my hips.

  He slammed into me again, clutching my body like his life depended on it.

  Grabbing him, I yanked him closer, wanting to feel his breath against mine, pressing my mouth to his.

  His breathing stopped, as did his movements as he collapsed against me, his hips crashing into mine so forcefully my head hit the lamp above it, sending it flying and breaking as it hit the wood floor.

  Distracted, I cared about none of that when Rager let out a growl that vibrated the both of us, like the rippling of a wave as it crashed to a rocky shore.

  With haste, his mouth captured mine, his tongue darting inside my mouth.

  “Don’t stop,” I moaned against his lips, mouth parting. His lips then drawing mine into his wet, hot mouth to suck on them. I was so turned on by his sudden, frenzied need; the warm burning in my belly intensified, spreading throughout my entire body in a burst of white pulsing lights seen behind closed lids. “Please…don’t stop fucking me…”

  “Fuck…” Rager groaned again, his body shaking so badly he couldn’t hold himself up. His hands darted from to under my ass as he pushed into me one last time.

  When he let go, I could feel every single pulse of him inside of me, the way his dick swelled and released, all of it.

  Rager came inside me. Despite him wearing a condom, the idea of having a part of him pooling inside of me made me want to grin, as crazy as that was to think.

  I had thoroughly been fucked by Rager Sweet.

  Or…I’m still being fucked by him.

  Though I knew he’d come, he didn’t stop his movements. Like he knew one time wasn’t enough.

  “What’s the grin for?” he asked, a smile tugging at his lips; he already knew what my answer would be.

  My eyes focused on the brightness in his. “I didn’t think this dream would ever come true, you inside me, feeling your release.”

  “Fuuuuuckkkk,” he rumbled, head dipping forward to capture my lips.

  Drawing back to sit back on his knees, he brought my body with him and smiled. “That was just putting heat in the engine.” When he wrapped his arms around me, I buried my head in his neck, never wanting to let go. “Now we got hot laps.”

  Oh, my God.

  “DON’T MOVE,” he said, grinding into me, pinning me to the ground. “Fuck…your pussy is so good. So tight and wet.” He grunted, pushing and pulling me against him, holding me close, but not nearly close enough. Crawling inside him seemed like the only reasonable answer.

  The muscles in my legs protested, not used to being up around my head as Rager pounded into me, my knees touching my collarbone. I wasn’t one to be wrapped up like a pretzel, but when Rager Sweet was fucking you, anything goes. Even having your knees give you black eyes.

  I was okay with that.

  I was because Rager was fucking me. And wasn’t stopping.

  We were on the floor again, only this time we were on the rug, my back pressed to the thick carpet as he hovered over me, pleading I give him more, taking all I was going to give him.

  More.

  Everything.

  Anything.

  All of it forever.

  My bones felt like they were shaking, shuddering, teeth almost chattering as I laid there, my hands on his back, gripping flexing muscles, sticky skin to sticky skin.

  His lips parted, watching my face, his brow tensed and my pulse sped. His expression, the way he watched me, waiting for me to fall apart again, forced my breath from my lungs.

  With his chest pressed against the front of my calves, his left hand slid to the curve of my ass, his fingers digging into the skin.

  “So long…I’ve waited so fucking long.” He groaned, moving in and out, slow at first, then harder, and then he’d pause, denying himself.

  When he looked at me, every time our eyes met, there was a vulnerability in them, an emotion that I knew very well.

  He loved me.

  I loved him, though neither of us would say it.

  “I…” A panted breath escaped him, words caught in his throat as he shook his head.

  Oh God, he’s going to say it.

  But then he stopped.
His eyes squeezed shut when I pushed back against his chest. Shaking his head, he denied me the ability to move, sliding in and out.

  Finally, he moved, sitting back on his heels, bringing me with him, and smacking my ass as I willed the blood back into my tingling legs. “I want to see that ass of yours.”

  Turning over, I wanted to give him anything he wanted from me and knowing this position would for sure get me off. I loved it. Call me crazy, but I loved the control it gave the man, and if he slapped my ass and pulled my hair, even better.

  With his hands on my hips, he drove into me with no hesitation, hands suddenly gripping, and kneading flesh.

  Looking back over my shoulder, my hair fell in my face as his right hand moved, traveling up my slick back before fisting my hair in his hands, tugging, he gave me a nod. “He can’t get you off like I can, can he?”

  Fuck, there’s the hair pulling. The heat rose, the anticipation that he was controlling me…

  I was being commanded and consumed in so many ways by looks, nods, touches.

  “No…no one but you.” I wasn’t saying that to give him what he wanted. He needed to know that out of everyone, I had never had someone claim my body or make me feel this way.

  Every time I spoke, my words shuttered with my breathing, my head dipping forward as I put my hands on the coffee table. He didn’t allow that and pushed my head down so it was against the carpet, effectively sticking my ass up even further.

  “Just like that…” He grunted, bringing one leg up so he could go deeper. I could feel him hitting my cervix and the sudden thrill it gave me. When he started moving inside me, he reached around to slap my ass with one quick hard slap. “You like it rough, don’t you?”

  With a yelp of pleasure, I jumped, my body jerking forward only to have him hold me in place with his possessive, strong hands.

  When I thought he might come like this, or I might, he grabbed another fistful of my hair and drew me back so that my back was pressing to his chest. I could feel his breathing shaking my body as his hand slid around the front of my neck, angling my chin up so the back of my head was laid against his shoulder. His other hand gripped my hip, fingers digging into my flesh before he moved it over my hipbone and between my legs.