by HJ Bellus
“What about a kiss?” I ask.
“I don’t kiss on the first date,” he winks and then door slams.
VAGINA DOWN, PEOPLE.
I stare at the ceiling for a long time with my legs spread wide open and bare to the world. A genuine smile covers my face for the first time in a very long time.
Chapter 7
“Pedro, get in the goddamn purse now.” I swing the doggie bag purse combination at his head when he doesn’t comply.
The little fucker sneers at me and then rips one of his nasty farts. Bastard. Yes, I ordered this hot pink bag to carry around a damn dog. I’m fond of the little motherfucker and have every intention of going to court for custody when Olivia gets home.
I throw on a light-weight jacket, grab my wallet, and nab Pedro. I mean it is his first time in the bag, I can’t expect him to jump right in. He’ll require complex training. Pedro growls at first, but then finds a comfortable position with his chin perched on the top. I grab my iPhone and snap a selfie of us out in the sunshine near my car. Totally Instagram worthy. Step Doggy Mom one, and Pedro zero.
I’m quite impressed he remains in the bag while I drive to my favorite sandwich shop with a gorgeous outdoor patio. I’m relieved to see it’s not packed. Sad my life has come down to this shit. Pedro cooperates while getting a table and settling in. I’m quite impressed with my dog training skills.
I order a clubhouse, and ice tea then bask in the sun. It tingles my skin and takes me right back to yesterday. Oh, Diesel. The man has wrecked me. Pedro begins to bark a bit and claw his way out of the bag. I decide to hold him for a little bit while I wait for my food. It’s funny how a cute little rat dog like Pedro can weasel his way into my ice-cold heart.
His Yorkie ears are raised up high and on alert. I begin petting him, scratching his belly until he settles back down.
“Here you go.” The waitress sets down my food and asks if I need anything else.
I wave her off, give Pedro a little piece of bacon, and I do mean little. No matter how cute the little bastard is, I’d never share more than necessary when it comes to bacon. The meat of the Gods.
“Back in you go.” I pet his head and place him in the bag.
A quick squirt of hand sanitizer and then I’m sinking my mouth around the glorious sandwich. I moan when the perfect amount of meat, bread, and mayo hits my taste buds. This is when it all goes wrong.
Pedro takes a leap from the bag jumping up on the table with his little, pink tongue hanging out wanting more bacon.
“No.” I point at him.
I tussle with him for several seconds trying to get him back in the bag. His paws are furiously fighting against me. The boy knows what he wants, and that’s not sitting pretty in the new doggie purse.
“I’ll neuter your ass if you don’t get in now.” I try again, but he still scrambles to get out.
“Fine, since you’re neutered I’ll shave your pecker and tell all the bitches on the block it’s tiny.”
A deep roar of laughter startles me. I turn to look over my shoulder while trying to shove Pedro down in the bag. Diesel doesn’t stop his laughter when I make eye contact.
“Problems there, Barbie?” He points to the bag.
“No.” I puff out my chest in defiance.
“Here. Let me help you.” Diesel takes the seat opposite of me reaching for Pedro.
“No, he won’t learn his damn lesson.”
“Threatening a toy dog with his pecker size won’t help either. You need to eat.” This time he takes Pedro from my arms. “Eat.”
I pick my sandwich right back up and ready myself to take another bite. “This is awkward. Awkward is my middle name, but still…”
“Awkward because I just overhead you threatening the penis of a tiny dog?”
And of course, I’d have a bite of sandwich in my mouth at this same exact moment. Inhaling a large chunk, I begin sputtering and coughing. It takes me several minutes to calm down and wipe away the tears from a near death experience.
“I’m all about penis safety,” Diesel winks “Or was it about last night when I met your kitty. What was her name…?”
“Enough.” I hold my hand up to shut him up. “Stop, just stop.”
The asshole just laughs at me apparently amused by my embarrassment. I toss my napkin down then push away my plate deciding I’m done with my lunch.
“C’mon there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Eat.” Diesel gestures toward my plate with his free hand.
“What in the hell are you doing here anyway?” I ask.
“Had lunch and then when I was leaving spotted a crazy, hot woman snuffing out a dog and trying to hide it in her purse.”
I slap my palm over my face. “Jesus, I’m a mess.”
Diesel leans over plucking a fry from the plate. “I’m obsessed with your mess and mouth.”
“My mouth?”
“You know your theory on toothless men going down on your Love Taco.” He bites down on the fry while I study his full lips. “Can’t test your theory on that one, though.”
“I seriously need shock therapy.”
“Naw.” He steals another fry. “You better eat up, or this is going to be gone.”
“Thought you said you just ate?”
“I did, but thinking I might need an appetite for this.”
I promptly begin to eat the rest of my sandwich, not leaving one morsel on the plate. It’s the image of that good-looking man between my legs sending me out of control. I’m not assuming that’s why he will need an appetite, but one can hope. A girl can have dreams of her own.
“What’s your plans for the rest of the day besides pecker slicing this dog?”
I throw my empty dog purse over my shoulder and glare at Diesel. “It was just an empty threat.”
“That’s how career criminals start out…all thoughts turn to actions.”
“Oh, shut up and give me my dog.” I reach out for Pedro.
“Is that any way to talk to the kitty tamer?”
“Enough.” I slap his chest.
“And isn’t this Olivia’s dog? Her dad talks about Pedro all the time.”
“It’s an ugly custody battle.”
Diesel reaches up cupping one of my cheeks. “Want to spend the day with me?”
I nod silently feeling my panties bust. Boom. Feels like there are Pop Rocks zapping deliciously on my insides. I’m a goner for his boner.
“Yes, I need my dog, though.”
He smiles, dips down, and presses a sweet and quick kiss to my cheek. It’s just enough of his taste to tide me over on the drive. Diesel hands me Pedro, once I’m seated behind the wheel. He closes the door and waits until I buckle up before stepping back.
“See you soon, Fuel.”
He salutes me walking backward for a few steps then turns and strides for his bike. How in the loving hell did I miss that sexy machine when I pulled in? My jaw drops when he straddles his motorcycle. And how I fucking wish I was that bike right now. Why in the fuck couldn’t I have been born a transformer?
Jesus, he’s putting on leather gloves. I’m going to marry the man. I force myself to concentrate as I pull out and drive to my apartment. The longest damn drive of my life. I hit every single shitting red light and manage to get behind the slowest drivers. I mean old people fuck faster than they drive.
Once I’m about to lose my complete shit, I pull into my parking spot and am serenaded with the deep rumble of a Harley. This can’t be my life right now. Olivia’s warning about not getting involved with Diesel flash in my mind for a second. Hey, at least I thought about it. I’m chucking it in the fuck-it bucket. No trouble will come between me and Diesel that will send him fleeing from the auto shop.
“Let me put Pedro in the house.” I snag the keys from the purse. “I’ll be right back down.”
Diesel waves perched on his bike. Goddamn, thank you, baby Jesus. I will cuddle, dry hump, and even lick this man to show my appreciation. I race up the stairs
, unlock the door, and set Pedro in his dog bed. Being the most generous step momma on the planet, I sprinkle dog treats all over the floor. I shake the shit out of that bag until it empties.
Then digging through my purse, I grab my cellphone and debit card tucking them both in the back pocket of my skinny jeans. I adjust the girls and pull down my striped top. Then fluff up my messy bun and squeeze my vagina in hopes of getting on. There’s no way he can have a two-inch dick, be married, or a serial killer. Oh, fuck it, at this point, I don’t care. My bruised ego and whore are coming out to play ball.
The sunny summer day pierces my skin on the way back down the stairs. Diesel remains on his bike with elbows relaxed on the handlebars. Yummy yum in my tum. He raises his head when he hears me thundering down the steps. Hello, herd of stampeding buffalo.
“So, what’s the plan, Stan?” I place my hands on my hips out of breath.
Damn, I need to start working out. Yeah, whatever.
“Let’s ride.”
“I’m all about riding…you. I mean the bike.” I plant a palm on his shoulder and get on behind him.
Diesel shakes his head. “No purse?”
“Nope.”
“Now, that turns me on.”
The engine roars to life cutting off any response I might have to offer. His thighs flex as he pushes the bike back until we are facing the street. I wrap my arms tight around his mid-section as he takes off down the road. The breeze and the places that blur by while we ride are exhilarating.
Having my arms wrapped around his middle and my cheek pressed against the back of his t-shirt are just the juicy cherry on top of the sundae. My hands begin to roam the further we get out of town until my palms press against his abdomen.
Chapter 8
After hours of driving, I’m exhausted, and my legs wobble when I stand up.
“You okay?” Diesel pulls me to his chest. “Sorry, didn’t mean to drive that long. It just felt right.”
“It was fun, but I feel like I’m going to face plant.”
“The joys of riding.”
I feel the vibration of his stomach growling.
“Hungry, tiger?” I ask, looking up at him.
“Need that stamina, Scout.” He wraps his arm low around my waist walking us into the gas station.
I use the restroom while Diesel microwaves his gas station burrito. Never in my mind, would I think a gas station would make the perfect date. When I exit the bathroom, I spot two gorgeous, young girls flirting with Diesel. Or at least trying their damdest. His focus is solely on the microwave where the food lies. He doesn’t even flinch when one gives his sidearm some boob action. Pride swells in my chest.
“Hey, babe,” Diesel says when he sees me.
Oh, that greeting makes my footsteps fall lightly on the tile. I watch him pinch the corner of his burrito wrapper and wiggle it out of the package.
“You hungry?” He asks, leaning over kissing my forehead.
“I’ll grab a candy bar when you’re done here.” I glance over to the bimbos now giggling still trying to get his attention.
The one with massive tits so not accidentally spills her cherry red slushie on her tits. Classic, the oldest play in the game book as far as gas station romance goes.
“Oopsie, I spilled,” she says laced with a giggle. “Can you pass me a napkin?”
This time there’s major boob to arm contact like red level danger approaching. Diesel steps back instead of reaching for a napkin, which would put his chest directly into boobage territory.
“Help yourself,” he nods then grabs me by the waist ushering me straight to the candy bar aisle.
Impressive.
“Sure a candy bar is enough?” He asks.
“Yeah, I thought about a hot dog, but figure I’ll be getting plenty of that later tonight.”
Diesel freezes mid-bite with his eyes mischievously sparkling. He’s swallowed down the bite by the time I grab a Snickers and Twix. I love my chocolate. That’s no damn secret.
I tap his chest with a stern look on my face. “That damn burrito better not make you fart later. FYI, that’s just a mood killer.”
He clears his throat as I walk up to the cashier. I peer over my shoulder. “And yes, for the record via one hook-up post-Taylor, a guy ripped a juicy one while making out. Deal breaker.”
“Roger,” he winks and then pulls out his wallet.
“No.” I hold up my debit card. “I got it.”
“True men don’t let the woman pay on a date.” He easily steps in front of me with his ass pressing into my front.
I do what any appreciative lady would do. I grope his delicious ass.
He tucks his wallet into his back pocket. “I’ll pay any time if that’s how you thank me.”
“Deal.”
We walk back out to his motorcycle. I grin at the bimbos especially the one who suffered a pity spill. Diesel takes his last bite of burrito.
“Damn, son, you have hollow legs?”
“I’ve heard that a time or two.” He throws his long leg over the bike holding out his hand to me.
“My house or yours?” He asks, popping a piece of peppermint gum in his mouth.
I likey a lot. No pussy footing around the subject. Down and dirty. I hop on behind him feeling frisky from my ass groping session.
“Yours. Pedro has a bad humping habit. We probably shouldn’t be bad examples in front of him.”
I barely make out Diesel’s words between his laughter. “Damn that poor dog. Pecker threats and a no humping day.”
“He’ll survive.” I run my hands right back up his shirt exploring his abs.
The engine fires up, and I’m confident Diesel is breaking every single speed limit zipping around town. I let my hands fall lower down his stomach until they’re settled on top of his crotch. Let the real touching begin. In a matter of moments, I can make out the outline of his dick pushing through his jeans. I continue to grope, grab, and pet him as he picks up speed on the bike.
He kills the bike in front of an industrial looking building. He manages to slide off the motorcycle, get me off and packs me up an outdoor set of metal-framed steps. The metal clanks with each step he takes until he’s unlocking the door with the same key that he used to start the motorcycle.
The door flies open, and I’m tossed onto a leather couch. Diesel reaches behind him tugging his shirt off with one hand in a quick action. Holy mother of Cheerios his nipples are pierced and chest tatted. He’s on me in a flash not giving me a chance to ogle his beautiful ass.
Our lips crash together hungry to explore each other. I don’t hesitate to open my mouth when he asks permission with his tongue. My insides melt when I explore his open mouth running my tongue along the inside of his teeth. His tongue keeps up a rhythm similar to fucking, fueling me to seek more of his mouth.
When we pull apart, both of us are panting and ripping each other’s clothes off. He has my shirt off then my bra. Each of them tossed to the ground. My nipples pebble up, excited for some lovin’. He blows on each of them. Then licks his bottom lip. Oh yeah, give it to me, Daddy. His tongue connects with my nipple swirling lazy circles before sinking his teeth into it. He rolls the other one between his fingers pinching it.
My hips buck up into his seeking friction. Fuck, I’m already close and need this man inside me now. I want to cry when his hand falls away from my nipple. Then I want to scream the next moment when he flicks open my jeans and sneaks his hand down the front of my pants.
Like a powerful magnet, he finds my clit, strumming it until I’m mewling with pleasure and seeing stars.
“Jesus, baby. That was so fucking hot.”
I grasp for his shoulders digging my nails into his flesh. “I need you, Diesel like five minutes ago.”
He leans up on his knees, unbuttoning his jeans and dragging them down over his ample ass. The man is ready.
“Need a taste first,” I pant out and sit up.
Diesel freezes when I wrap my lips
around the head of his cock. I’m slow at first and then work my way further down him until I’m sucking hard. I use my lips and teeth every other stroke. He moans deep in his chest making me want to taste him. I need him to blow in my mouth.
“No, Scout. I have to fuck you right now.” He pushes me back down on the couch.
“No condom. I’m on birth control.”
He quirks an eyebrow up at me. “You trust me?”
“Should I?”
“Fuck yes. I’m clean.”
He leans back down planting his palms on either side of my face then drops to his elbows. We are nose to nose when I feel the head of his cock graze my clit. I hold on tighter to him in anticipation of being fucked by him.
Diesel clenches his eyes shut as he inches into me. Each movement awakens my core to the point of being ready to burst again. Once he’s all the way in me, he drops his forehead to mine.
“I ain’t going to last very fucking long this time, but I’ll make it up to you.”
I nod. Then force myself to focus on him moving in and out of me not his tender actions. Quickly, he’s mending my broken heart. He’s nothing compared to Taylor, making me regret all those years wasted on him.
Diesel’s hand snakes down between us until he’s rubbing my clit and pounding deep inside me. Just the mere touch sends me over the edge in a rush.
“Holy shit,” I sing out over and over bucking my hips up to meet his.
He picks up speed until he’s growling and then I feel him release inside me. God, the friction is delicious, warming me up for another release. I’m greedy riding out the sensation of our slick bodies connected until I cum again. Diesel finally collapses down on me, biting the crook of my neck.
“I’m pretty sure you just ruined me, Scout.”
Fuck yes, I did shave for this. Hallelujah! Praise my vagina.
Chapter 9
My toe taps the faucet catching droplets of water. Diesel’s hands continue to rub a soft washcloth up and down my torso. The water is hot, but that’s not what is heating my body right now.
“What are you thinking about?” He whispers into the side of my neck.