Rev Me Twice

by Adele Dubois

  The biker didn’t seem to care that her boyfriend was in the car—he was determined to flirt. He drew alongside her door and flashed her a cheeky grin. Crystal flipped him the bird and slammed her foot on the accelerator. Her car shot forward like a line of adrenaline.

  Tomas whooped. “Show ‘em who’s boss.”

  “You sound pretty frisky for someone who’s just left the hospital.”

  “That’s exactly the reason. I feel like I broke out of prison and found religion.”

  In a way, he had been reborn. Crystal glanced at him and returned her eyes to the road. Tomas was the same in almost every way, and yet, not exactly. There was something intangible about his recovery she hadn’t quite identified. She guessed no one could go through what he had without changing. Their life together from this day forward would be a new journey.

  “I got your apartment tidied up and ready for your homecoming. There are clean sheets on the bed, towels in the bath and there’s fresh food in the fridge.”

  Tomas touched her knee. “I’d like you to stay with me a few days, if you can. I know you have to work, but I’d like to have you around when you’re not at the station. We have a lot of time to make up.”

  Crystal didn’t hide her satisfied smile. Tomas had never invited her to stay with him before. He’d always come to her place. “Of course.” She pressed down on the accelerator. “Hang on.”

  Things were already looking up.

  * * * * *

  After their shower, Crystal lit candles inside Tomas’ bedroom, wearing a sheer white nightie that looked almost virginal. Almost. The plunging neckline and see-through bodice left little to the imagination. Her pointed nipples poked the fabric and brushed the sensitive tips, sending shivers of anticipation through her. She hurried to light the last two candles on a bedside table.

  Tomas tracked her movements from his place in the center of his king-size bed. He lay on his back, hands cupped beneath his head, elbows out, wearing only a thin robe tied loosely at the waist. His injured leg was raised upon a pillow. They’d done a good job keeping his cast dry while bathing.

  His gaze rested on the matching thong beneath her nightie as if visualizing the mound between her legs. A devilish smile curved his lips as he reached out a hand to her. The candlelight flickered, intensifying the lusty gleam in his eyes. “Come here,” he said.

  Despite what Tomas had been through, he hadn’t lost his commanding demeanor. Crystal had always been aware that Tomas indulged her whims and fancies and would tolerate her sexual proclivities only as long as it suited him. Before his accident she had broken their boundaries and sabotaged their relationship.

  Had she done that on purpose? Yes and no. She had tested him, but didn’t intend to lose him. Her sense of entitlement had simply veered out of control.

  Tomas’ accident had changed her outlook. Crystal no longer assumed she could have what she wanted, when she wanted. Certain things in life were beyond her control and she’d come to accept that fact during Tomas’ hospitalization.

  His trauma had humbled her.

  She came to the bed slowly, like a bride on her wedding night. Her eyes remained fixed on Tomas’ smoldering gaze. He ran the tip of his tongue over his lips as she crawled onto the bed and sat on her knees beside him. She tucked condoms into his robe pocket. Methodically, she unfastened his belt and opened the flaps against the bedcovers, exposing his nakedness.

  She’d almost forgotten how stunning his body was. Despite his weight loss, Tomas had a powerful form, defined by years of running and weight training. Those habits would accelerate his recovery during his physical therapy sessions.

  Crystal smiled down at him. She had her own ideas about how to restore his vigor. Playfully, she tweaked one nipple. His cock twitched and thickened beneath the intensity of her stare and the brush of her fingers. “Your nipple ring is gone,” she said.

  “They removed it at the hospital. It’s inside my bag of personal items.”

  “Want me to put it back in for you?” She glided her palm over his muscled chest and watched his nipples cinch beneath her touch. Leaning forward, she flicked them with her tongue and was rewarded by the sounds of his moans. She laid a kiss on his chest. “Be right back.”

  Crystal returned to the bed with his nipple ring, cotton pads and a small bottle of disinfectant. She turned on a light by the bed, swabbed the pierced nipple and then cleaned the gold circlet. Tomas’ nipples tightened as she pulled the pierced tip to open the tiny hole. In one smooth motion she reattached the ring and then sat back on her heels to admire her handiwork. She gave the jewel a tug and watched Tomas grin up at her. “Turn out the light,” he said.

  Crystal set the first-aid items on the bedside table and turned out the lamp. She kneeled beside his prone form on the bed. Candlelight flickered through the darkness, casting a gentle glow over their skin. Crystal traced the shadows along Tomas’ body with the palm of her hand. “You are so beautiful,” she whispered.

  Though men were rarely described as beautiful, she could think of no better word. Handsome wasn’t enough to define his clear high brow, straight regal nose or wide square jaw. Built didn’t capture her awe at the lines and planes defined by sinew and muscle beneath his creamy golden skin. Sexy was certainly true, but Tomas was much more to her than a means to physical release. He was a man in a million—and he was hers. It was like she was seeing him for the first time.

  Maybe he wasn’t the only one who had been reborn.

  Crystal leaned down to kiss him then, and hoped her kiss transmitted everything she had never told him. She wanted him to know the depth and sincerity of her feelings, and sent that message with the slide of her tongue, the pressure of her lips and the tenderness of her touch on his cheek. Perhaps she succeeded when Tomas sighed and reached out to hold her closer.

  Their lovemaking followed like a ballet as they coiled around one another as best they could, kissed with more passion than they’d ever done and touched with more artful skill than they’d ever offered.

  “I love you, Tomas,” Crystal said, meeting his eyes, but losing focus because of her tears. “I’ve loved you for so long. I don’t know why I couldn’t tell you before.”

  He ran his fingers through her hair. “I love you too. I always have and I always will.”

  “Don’t ever leave me again.” She kissed his mouth one more time and then returned to her knees to pull off her nightie. For a long while she just sat there, letting him take her in and massage her breasts and stomach while she watched him touch her. The sight of his hands sliding over her body brought forth a heady rush. Goosebumps peppered her skin and her nipples hardened inside his palms. He pulled her to him to lick and suck her breasts.

  His erection pressed taut and straight against his stomach and brushed her pelvis as she stretched over him. While his mouth nibbled, he slid her thong past her hips. Crystal leaned back and pulled them off.

  She opened his legs, straddled his healthy thigh and leaned down to take his hard cock deep into her mouth. Tomas hissed and lifted his head and shoulders off the bed while she sucked him in. His hands were all over her—caressing her hair, rubbing her neck and stroking her back while she worked his cock. “Turn around,” he said. “I want to lick your pussy.”

  He didn’t have to ask twice. Crystal glided her tongue and lips along the length of his shaft, sucked the head and then released him while she repositioned her body. She spread her pussy open with her fingers and perched above Tomas’ face before retaking his thick cock into her mouth. In the sixty-nine position, they licked and sucked until Crystal rode his tongue to a shattering climax.

  Tomas knew how to tease her clit with the tip of his tongue until it became fully erect, slide along the furrow between her tender folds and enter her channel deep with the length of his tongue. Although she had come, he continued licking her pussy to bring her to another peak. Her skin turned hot and her breaths came in fast, hard gusts. She had to lift her head and stretch to take in air
as the waves coiled overhead and prepared to pull her under.

  She held off her orgasm and crawled onto the bed beside Tomas. Reaching into his robe pocket, she found a condom, unwrapped it and rolled it over his erection. “I’ve missed having you inside me,” she murmured. Crystal straddled his waist and took all of him inside her in three even thrusts. Her pussy was slick with orgiastic juices. She held on to Tomas’ shoulders and he held her arms for leverage while she began to move.

  Passion and an overwhelming sense of love welled inside her while she brought them closer to bliss. She looked down at Tomas and he met her eyes and smiled softly while her hips pushed and pulled. All at once, Crystal understood the difference between fucking and making love.

  Making love was so much better.

  With that life-changing realization, Crystal closed her eyes and let her orgasm consume her. Tomas arched into her and released. Starlight flashed behind her eyelids and colors flared. Pleasure coiled and unfurled through her body in rhythmic time.

  She let go, body and spirit, and found…rapture.

  Minutes passed before consciousness returned. She awakened to the room like a woman swimming up from the depths of a murky sea. Then she lowered her head to Tomas’ shoulder, sighed and hugged him tight.

  Chapter Six

  “When’s the wedding?” Crystal put Lisa on speakerphone while she dressed for her weather spot.

  “I wanted your opinion about that. I’m torn between June and October next year. What do you think?”

  Crystal finished buttoning her suit jacket and went to her bright dressing room vanity table. There she found Hot Henna lipstick and ran it over her lips. She fluffed her hair with a comb and rechecked her foundation for streaks. “They’re both popular months with brides. Temperate weather. Mid-seventies.”

  Lisa chuckled. “Figures you’d think of the weather, Ms. Miller.”

  Crystal giggled in return. “What else would I think about? The weather is my life.” Or, at least, her career. Watching Tomas’ amazing recovery as his physical therapy drew to a close had become the most significant aspect of her life. Tomas had moved to the forefront of her mind since the day of his accident.

  Love was like that, she mused. It turned your priorities around.

  Who knew love could be so…interesting? Love had consumed her, which was totally unexpected and completely freaking wonderful.

  Satisfied with her appearance for the television cameras, Crystal said, “I’m sure you’ll be the perfect bride no matter which month you choose.”

  “I knew you’d leave the decision to me. Don’t know why I asked,” Lisa retorted. Amusement tinged her voice.

  “You needed a sounding board, that’s all.”

  “I’ve been leaning toward June.”

  “I knew you’d pick June. You met Antonio during the summer. Why would you get married in the fall?”

  “Exactly!” Lisa’s voice shot up an octave. “I’m so excited! I’m going to be a June bride.”

  A sudden, unexpected pang struck Crystal’s chest. The wedding chats she’d had with Lisa had culminated in furtive glances at bridal magazines on bookstore racks and thoughts of white lace gowns instead of bridesmaid dresses.

  What the hell? Crystal had never wanted to get married. Wedding plans were like contagions. They spread marital dreams like a virus, infecting women with delirious visions of their own walks down the aisle. Apparently, she’d caught the bridal bug.

  Her heart did a little thunk. Lisa’s marriage to Antonio would make her part of Tomas’ family. She would be Pilar’s only daughter-in-law. Lisa would become an insider, while Crystal would remain on the outside. She recalled her fight for the right to visit Tomas in the ICU. The realization that a girlfriend lacked the power a wife wielded made her feel a little sad and a lot left out.

  “I have to go, but I’ll talk to you soon,” she promised Lisa. Though she had five minutes before her cue, she felt a sudden need to end the call. Her heart beat faster at the unwanted twinge of jealousy she harbored.

  Lisa would have a real family—something Crystal had always wondered about. As a kid she’d made up fantasies about loving homes and what having one would be like. Starting her own family had always seemed beyond her capabilities. She wasn’t equipped to be a wife and mother.

  Or was she? Lisa had made it all sound so natural.

  A knock sounded on her dressing room door. “Time, Ms. Miller,” a production assistant said on the other side.

  Crystal took a final glance in the mirror to check her clothes and makeup and headed toward the set.

  * * * * *

  Crystal sat with Yvette at her kitchen table sipping Saturday morning coffee. The windows had been opened by nine o’clock to let the unseasonably warm, late October air filter through the apartment.

  Yvette added cream to her cup and took another taste. “Mm. Perfect.” She eyed Crystal over her ceramic mug. “How is it you look so fresh this morning, while I look like something the cat dragged in?”

  Crystal gave her an indulgent smile. “You look gorgeous, as always.” Yvette wore a short cotton nightshirt with a deep scoop neck and nothing underneath. Her cleavage was clearly visible and her firm, pointy breasts poked the sheer fabric. Her long trim legs were crossed at the ankles beneath the table.

  “I slept and you didn’t, that’s all. I heard the music through your apartment floor. Sounds like you and Gunther didn’t wrap things up until four a.m.”

  Yvette laid one hand over Crystal’s. “You should have joined us. Brigit and Kiesha were there. They brought along three irresistibly hot guys. You would have had an incredible time.”

  “I’m not doing the group sex scene these days.”

  Yvette chuffed. “Who would have thought I’d be hosting the parties, instead of you?” She squeezed Crystal’s hand and released it. “I really wish you’d come back.”

  Yvette put her mug down and passed Crystal a shy smile beneath half-closed eyes. “To be honest, I’d hoped you and I would…with Gunther. I know he’s been with you in the past and I won’t deny I’m attracted to you. I can’t get the fantasy of the three of us out of my head.” She pulled her legs up and rested her feet on the edge of her chair. Her nightshirt shifted, exposing her nakedness to the hips.

  Crystal had always suspected Yvette wanted a threesome with her. “I used to have ménages with Tomas and a third, but we haven’t done that since before his accident. I don’t have sex with other men anymore. Just Tomas.”

  Yvette leaned forward and ran her hand up Crystal’s arm. Her breasts became fully exposed with the movements. She cupped Crystal’s shoulder and met her eyes without a hint of timidity. “Would you consider a ménage or a twosome with me?”

  The word please hung in the air between them.

  “I can almost taste you when I close my eyes,” Yvette whispered. She lowered her hand to Crystal’s breast and cupped its fullness. Her thumb traced the circle of her nipple. “I watched you with Brigit that night.”

  A shiver ran up Crystal’s back. Temptation reared its familiar head. Oral sex was her ultimate weakness and she had no doubt Yvette would give better than she got. Tirelessly.

  She sat back in her chair, away from her friend’s touch, resisting the pull toward her old life. “I won’t rule out the possibility, Yvette, but Tomas and I are working on our relationship. We don’t want to be distracted by sex with other people. Understand?”

  Her answer seemed to mollify Yvette for the time being. She returned to her coffee like nothing atypical had passed between them. Then Yvette tilted her head and said, offhand, “Once a swinger, always a swinger, Crystal. You two might have something special, but I’ll bet my life you’ll indulge your cravings eventually. You’re too hot-blooded to settle for one partner forever.” She smiled behind her mug. “I just hope you pick me as your third when you come to your senses.”

  Before Crystal could respond, the sounds of an engine revving beneath her kitchen windows reverberated
from the alley. Crystal stood from the table and hurried outside through the back door. “Tomas!” He sat astride a sparkling, showroom-fresh black Harley-Davidson like a sun god, stealing her breath. He wore black jeans, a tight black t-shirt and a new safety helmet to match. A spare helmet was secured to the rear seat, which had a padded leather passenger back rest.

  Awesome.

  He took off the headgear and hooked it under one arm. “Hey, babe. Want to go for a ride through the park downtown? A biker parade starts in an hour.”

  Crystal kissed him and then ran her hands along the front of the new CVO, admiring the styling and craftsmanship. “Sure. Sounds like fun.” She wore cutoff jeans and an old white t-shirt, but was ready to roll.

  Tomas squinted against the sun. “I bought you a black bodysuit to keep you safer on the roads from now on. For the parade, though, we can make an exception. Put on one of your biker babe outfits, okay? It’s a nice day and we’re not going far. I’ll wait while you change.”

  Picturing herself half-naked on the Harley appealed to her exhibitionist tendencies. Her nipples hardened at the image and warm tingles spread to her core. Then Yvette’s taunts came back to haunt her like a prophecy. She hesitated. “You know men will look at me. Are you cool with that?”

  “Yeah. You’re all mine, right? What man doesn’t like to brag? Show off what he’s got?”

  Crystal laughed. “There you go again. Comparing cock sizes.”

  Tomas shrugged. “Men are competitive. That’s our nature.” He revved his engine for emphasis. “Go ahead and dress sexy for me. I’ll be here.”

  She squeezed his biceps and then returned to her apartment. Once inside her bedroom, she stripped naked and opened her bureau drawers. There she found the selection of fantasy outfits she’d bought to wear on the back of Tomas’ first Harley. She’d seen pictures of biker babes on the Internet and knew that women wore next to nothing at biker bashes. Some women attended parties nude. Others held all-female group sex shows for the men at biker conventions. Crystal shook her head. Those guys had it made.