by Sam Crescent
Not once in all of the years she’d lived in this house had she ever had the guts to fuck outside.
Dick grabbed a condom out of his jeans, and handed it to her. “If you want to be in charge, you get to wrap him up.”
She giggled, taking the condom from him. “It would be my pleasure.”
Tearing into the condom, she worked down his body, cupping his cock. With Dick’s gaze on her, she wrapped her lips around the tip, and swallowed him down.
“Fucking shit, so fucking good.”
Cupping his balls, she worked them between her fingers at the same time she sucked on his cock, lathering the tip, tasting his pre-cum, then taking more of him into her mouth.
She moaned around his shaft, trying to take more of him. When she got to the point that she might have gagged, she moved off him.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth. If you keep that up then I’m going to have no choice but to. I want inside your pussy.”
Leaving his cock, she pressed a final kiss to the tip then rolled the condom over his cock.
Martha straddled his waist, and lowered herself over his cock, crying out as she slammed down onto his length, and he went so damn deep. A week of fucking him, and she still hadn’t grown accustomed to the depth of him, or the width.
“Fuck, baby, that is so fucking good.”
She agreed with him. It was so fucking good, amazing even.
“That’s it, baby, work my dick. It belongs to you, only you.”
“Yes, Dick, please.”
Bouncing on his cock, she took him all the way inside. Dick went from touching her breasts, to stroking between her thighs.
“My cock splits the lips of your pussy open, and I can see everything, baby. You’re taking my dick so damn beautifully. Fucking amazing, it’s the perfect sight.”
She glanced down, and watched as he opened her pussy lips a little more. Martha started to tease her pussy, stroking her clit over and over again.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she said, shouting the words repeatedly.
Dick gripped her hips, thrusting up inside her. Martha’s orgasm washed over her, and she ground her pelvis onto his.
With three quick slams up inside her, Dick came, roaring out his pleasure.
When it was over, she collapsed over him, panting for breath. The sun beat down on them, and Martha was content.
“That was fucking amazing,” he said.
“I know.”
He ran his hands over her back, caressing her. She closed her eyes, and it wasn’t for the first time in her life, Martha was terrified of losing someone she loved.
****
“You love her, don’t you?” Lynne asked later that night.
Dick looked toward her friend, who was standing in the kitchen, sipping a cool sweet tea. “Why do you want to know?”
“She’s my friend. I care about her, and she’s different.”
“What do you mean?”
Lynne released a sigh, but she kept her gaze on him at all times. “I’ve not seen Martha so happy before.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve grown up with her, and with Becky. They were like two opposites, and it was so fucking crazy at times. I always wanted to be a lawyer, and Martha always wanted what her parents had, which was this.” Lynne glanced around the room. “Growing up, Martha would have boyfriends, and Becky would take them from her. Whatever Martha wanted, Becky wanted. Their parents saw through Becky’s selfishness, and so Martha was never overlooked. She always got rewarded for her grades, and what she achieved. Becky was scolded when she was in trouble. They were a good family.”
“Why do I get the feeling that I’m going to wish that I had smothered the fucking bitch while I was in rehab?”
“As a lawyer, I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear that.”
“You can pretend all you want. I didn’t kill Becky. I can make idle threats.” He folded his arms over his chest, waiting for her to speak.
“Anyway, Becky went out of her way to make life hell for Martha. She stole her boyfriends, stole some of Martha’s homework. All the time, Becky did this, Martha wouldn’t say anything. It would drive me crazy. The teachers knew what was going on, and would report Becky.”
“Martha never allowed herself to get close to anyone, no guy, nothing because she figured it would be taken off her in some way?” Dick asked, already getting the gist of what Lynne was trying to tell him.
“Yes.”
“I’m not going to leave her.”
“You love her?”
“Yes, I do. I’ve loved her since I’ve been in rehab.”
“Then where were you?” Lynne asked.
“I didn’t even know I loved her, Lynne. I’m not the perfect guy, okay? I’ve not understood what I’ve felt, but I do now.”
“Please, I’m begging you, Dick, don’t break her heart.”
Lynne’s eyes were filled with tears as she said those words.
“I’m not going to.”
“I know you’re not going to on purpose. I imagine all of those boyfriends didn’t mean to break her heart, but they all did. She wouldn’t tell me how much it hurt, and she’d lie to me now.” Lynne pushed out a breath. “All I ask is that you don’t break her heart.”
“I’m not going to break her heart. I have no intention of hurting her.” He was going to protect her, love her for the rest of his life, and that thought alone terrified him. Martha deserved a man with a good past, a kind heart, and someone who hadn’t fought with addiction. Yet the thought of another man touching her filled him with so much anger.
“Hey,” Martha said, walking into the kitchen.
Lynne turned away, finishing her drink. From the look on Martha’s face, she didn’t have a clue what they’d been talking about. She wore a simple yellow summer dress with spaghetti straps. Her hair was pulled up on top of her head with little curls cascading around her face. She looked so beautiful.
He was the luckiest man in the world as far as he was concerned. “What’s the matter?” Martha asked.
“Nothing. Lynne’s just checking to see if her date was going to meet us here or at the bar.”
Lynne pulled out her cell phone, sending a quick text.
“I half expected to come down here and to find you both tearing each other apart.”
“I come in peace,” Lynne said. “He makes you happy, and so he’s protected from my wrath. It’s when he hurts you that he needs to back the fuck down.”
Martha chuckled.
The cell phone pinging echoed in the room.
“William is meeting us at the bar,” Lynne said. “He’s already there.”
“Are you riding with us?” Martha asked.
“Nah, I’m going to take my car in case William turns out to be a bit of a dud. You know I’ve not got the best sense when it comes to men,” Lynne said.
They locked up the house, and Dick made his way toward Martha’s car. He’d already taken a long look under the hood, and made any repairs that she’d needed. In the week that he’d been away from Chaos Bleeds he’d found himself once again. He was no longer controlled by his addictions, and he’d rediscovered his love for machinery. Dick had ordered the parts for Martha’s car, then changed them with her watching him. He’d not done any work on a car in over six years. Chaos Bleeds owned a mechanic shop as they were all picky about who worked on their bikes. This was the first time he’d worked on a car that wasn’t his own.
Climbing behind the wheel, he turned over the ignition, and the car purred to life.
Martha let out a little whoop. “My car hasn’t done that in years.”
“I’ve fixed it, and your baby is as good as new.”
“I didn’t know you were a mechanic.”
“I am. I’ve just not used any of my skills in years.”
Lynne pulled out of the long drive first, and Dick followed behind her. He wanted tonight to be fun for Martha, a chance for her to forget everything else, and just enjoy
life.
They made their way toward the bar in town where he’d first met Martha a little over a week ago. He parked up, and made Martha sit until he helped her out of the car.
“You’re a real gentleman,” she said.
“Keep that little detail to yourself. You’ll ruin my reputation.”
She chuckled, and Lynne walked toward them. Dick took Martha’s hand, and they all walked toward the bar.
Lynne took them to a table near the window where a guy Dick had never seen before was waiting.
“Martha, I’d like you meet William. He’s a defense lawyer at the firm that I work for,” Lynne said.
After all the introductions were made, he went to the bar, and ordered them some drinks. William came with him.
“Lynne told me you were a biker,” William said.
“And?” He pulled some cash out of his back pocket, and stared at William.
“Just saying, if you need any help in the future let me know.”
“We’ve got our own lawyer who can handle our problems. You don’t need to start worrying about us.” He paid for their drinks, not giving William the chance to pay. They walked back to the women, and Dick slid into the booth.
He made small talk, listening as Martha questioned William. At first he tensed up, wondering if she was interested in the guy, but then he realized she was looking out for her friend. After their first drink, he took Martha’s hand, and led her onto the dance-floor. The bar was getting busy, and it gave him an excuse to pull her in close to his body.
“Are you having fun?” he asked.
“The best fun.”
“Good. I want you to be happy.”
“You make me happy, Dick. Always.”
He pulled her in close, and started dancing with her. The bar became really crowded, but Dick didn’t care so long as he had his woman in his arms. That’s what Martha was. She was his woman.
The woman he loved with all of his soul.
“You make me happy as well, baby, more than you will ever know.” She was his other half, and his very reason for living.
She rested her head on his chest, and he held her even tighter. When the song changed, they went back to their table at the same time as Lynne and William. They ate some food, and went back to the dance-floor. It had been years since Dick had enjoyed going on a date, and taking time away. Martha was the reason he was having such a good time. He loved her, and she’d broken through his hard shell, to find the man within. Before going into rehab he’d been nothing, simply existing. The moment he talked to her, he’d wanted to be better for her.
It was getting late when shit started to get serious. A crowd of rowdy men had walked into the bar, and the atmosphere seemed to change. The moment Martha and Lynne caught sight of the men, they seemed to freeze. Their happiness died in that moment.
“Is everything okay?” Dick asked.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” Martha said.
“Well, isn’t it little Martha.” The man at the head of the group spoke up, making his way toward the table. “It has been too long since you’ve been here. I was wondering what happened to all the free pussy.”
Dick got out of his seat, and William did the same. It would seem the lawyer didn’t like Martha being insulted.
“You need to leave,” Dick said.
“Fuck off, man. Martha’s just like her sister, ready to spread her legs for a little bit of blow. First she’s got to do me before she gets anything else.”
Martha climbed out of the booth. “Forget about it. Let’s go.”
“What’s the matter, baby? Don’t you want your new boyfriend to know that you spread them like your sister? They test your sister, then you. Two fucking sisters. Shame Becky’s dead, she always knew how to give good head.”
Dick had heard enough. Stepping up close, he got right into the man’s face. “Back the fuck down before I break your fucking face,” he said. He wasn’t afraid.
“Fuck off, Charles. You don’t need to be here,” Lynne said.
“Whoa, you boys are going for a gangbang—”
He’d heard enough. Slamming his fist into Charles’s face, he finally brought a stop to the vulgar language. The last thing he wanted was for Martha to be listening to the bastard’s vile insults.
William started in on the other guys, but Dick was only interested in the fucker who was near him. He started to beat the shit out of him.
It didn’t take long until an all-out fight broke out. Dick made sure by the time he left the bar that Charles knew not to even start on Martha again.
Before the cops arrived, he and William rushed out to the waiting women. Lynne was in her car, and she gave him a thumbs-up. Martha was already seated behind the wheel. Climbing into the passenger side, he closed the door at the same time she took off.
“Are you completely insane?”
“Is that the kind of shit you’ve had to put up with?” he asked, giving her a question instead of answering one.
“It doesn’t matter what I have to put up with. I can’t believe you just did what you did.”
“I protected you, okay,” he said.
“That wasn’t protection.”
“Tell me now, right to my face, that the fucker I’ve just hit hasn’t been tormenting you for months? Tell me?”
She went silent.
“He’s lucky I’ve walked away with him fucking breathing.”
“We could have just left. It didn’t have to be difficult.”
Dick shook his head. “You shouldn’t have to run away. You shouldn’t have to run from fuckers like that.” He slammed his fist against the dashboard. “Has he always been like that?”
“He was one of Becky’s boyfriends. I never dated him, but he’s the one that started the rumors.” She shrugged.
He couldn’t believe it, and the sight of her just shrugging her shoulders pissed him off.
“You could get into trouble.”
“The way he was talking, he’d keep his mouth shut.”
“Why?”
“He was talking about drugs. Blow, that’s a fucking drug. If he knows what’s good for him, he’d just say it was a fight between friends that got out of hand.” Dick knew men like that. He used to have to deal with assholes like that to get his gear. Fuck, it was a whole other life.
Martha was shaken, and now he needed to repair that damage.
Chapter Eight
Slamming the car door closed, Martha didn’t even wait for Dick to enter her home. She left the front door open but stormed right upstairs to the bedroom. Pacing the room, she heard him stand in the doorway.
She glanced toward him, and he was leaning against the doorframe, looking way too relaxed.
“Why?”
“He spoke to you like shit.”
“So?” She was confused.
“You’re my woman, Martha. You belong to me.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I fucking know you. You’re not the kind of woman who allows a man to fuck her, and let other men treat her like that. You belong to me, and I take care of what is mine.”
She just stopped, staring at him. “This is nonsense. You’re not making any sense.”
“No, I’m making sense. You’re just not used to having people care about you.”
“I know what it’s like to have people care about me.”
“Do you?” he asked. “Or are you used to caring about everyone else? Everyone you’ve ever loved has left you at some point. I’m not leaving you.”
“You’re here for vacation. You’re going to be gone, and then what happens?”
He laughed, which just set her temper aflame. Grabbing the nearest thing to her, which happened to be a book, she threw it at him. She was the worst shot ever, and the book landed on the doorframe, nowhere near him.
“It’s okay for you. You’ve got a whole MC back home. You have a family who care. I’ve got no one. That little fight could cause me so much pain.”
He shook
his head and entered the room.
She took a step back, but he didn’t stop in his advance. He stood directly in front of her. Martha wasn’t afraid even as he cupped her face, and held her in place.
“You don’t get what I’m saying to you, baby. You belong to me. I love you. I’ve loved you from the moment I first saw you in the rehab center, and I love you now. You’re not getting rid of me.”
His admission left her literally speechless. What the hell was she supposed to say to that?
“You love me?”
“Yes, I love you.”
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held onto him tightly. “I love you, too.” She’d been so afraid to voice her own thoughts that she’d kept it all locked in tight.
“I’m not letting you go. I’m many things, baby, but I can’t let any bastard speak to you that way. You’re mine, and I take care of what is mine.”
Tears filled her eyes, and before she could stop them, they started to fall away.
“I can’t believe you love me. It seems almost too good to be true.”
“I know. I’m an amazing person.”
“What are we going to do?” she asked.
“What about?”
“You live in Piston County. I live here. That’s not going to be easy to fix.”
“We’re not going to try to fix it, baby. We’re going to make it work,” he said.
He started to caress her back, and Martha’s body awakened with need. It took her by surprise, and yet it didn’t. This was what Dick did to her: he woke her up, mending her broken heart.
Dick worked the zipper at the back of her dress, and pulled it down. She whimpered as the tips of his fingers grazed her back. It felt so damn good, and yet it wasn’t enough.
He removed the dress from her body, and she stepped out of it. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra. As she removed her underwear from her body, Dick started to tug off his own clothing.
When they were both naked there was no separating them. She jumped into his arms, wrapping hers around his neck. Slamming his lips down on hers, Dick picked her up, and dropped her onto the bed, following her down. He settled between her thighs, and his dick worked between the lips of her pussy.
Dick started to slide his cock up and down, going over her clit with each stroke of his cock.