Before I could answer her, someone knocked on the door. “Delivery,” I heard through the door. Cursing, I strode across the room and pulled open the door, startling the guy outside. Thrusting some extra bills in his hands for his tip, I grabbed the box and slammed the door shut, then clicked the deadbolt.
Turning to drop the pizza on the table, I saw Jiji sitting on the side of the bed. All the dancing we had done around each other was done. I crossed the room slowly, watching her, wanting her—now I was going to take her.
Seven
Looking at him seductively, I slowly grabbed the hem of my tank top and pulled it up over my head before dropping it on the floor. Standing, I shimmied out of my shorts and panties, letting them pool at my feet. Sinking back on the bed, I scooted ‘til I reached the pillows then laid back, drawing a hand down my body, leisurely circling my navel lightly with my fingertips. My desire for him ratcheted up another notch, pooling between my thighs.
Approaching, he unbuckled his belt and sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he toed off his boots. Standing again, he unzipped his jeans. Reaching between his shoulders, he pulled his T-shirt over his head; he let it fall to the floor, then slid his jeans and boxers off and stepped out of them. When his cock sprung free—thick, long, and hard—my mouth dropped open. He was big, reaching almost to his belly button. It flexed as he moved.
Putting his knee on the bed, he crawled up the mattress ‘til he was leaning over my body. “Jiji, this has been brewing for a long time between us. It’s going to be explosive, but I promise you, you will only feel pleasure.”
I wound my arms around his neck, pulling his mouth down to me. He smelled woodsy, and his skin was full of colorful tattoos, arms bulging with muscles. He kissed me, his lips sipping at mine, asking me to open for him. His tongue dove in, tangling with mine. His knees spread my legs and he lowered himself into the cradle of my thighs, his cock fitting snugly against my pelvis. I sucked on his tongue, lifting my hips to rub against his cock, coating him with my wetness.
He trailed kisses down my neck, licking at my collarbone as my hands left his neck, moving down his shoulders, over his ribs, feeling all those steely muscles. My nails lightly scored his back as I curled one leg over his, rubbing it down his calf.
His lips found my nipple; he sucked it into the hot cavern of his mouth, rolling it around his tongue, scraping it with his teeth. I felt a jolt move straight from my nipple right to my core. Whimpering, I tried to get closer, pushing my breast into his mouth. His hand was working my other nipple, pulling and pinching it. The pleasure-pain arched my back, and I felt empty, my center clenching on nothing. I wanted—no, needed—my pussy to be filled by his thick cock. His hand left my nipple and coasted down my body ‘til he found my liquid center. He inserted two thick fingers inside me, stroking in and out, curling them upward until he hit my G-spot.
My heels dug into the mattress, my hips following his fingers, but it wasn’t enough. Grabbing his wrist, I urged him, “Breech, I need more.”
He withdrew his fingers, sliding down my body ‘til his mouth found my clit. Sucking it into his mouth, he used his teeth and tongue on the swollen bud. His fingers returned, and the twin stimulations of hand and mouth pushed me over the edge. My orgasm exploded through me, drawing my torso up like a bow, and a scream left my lips, throwing my head back against the pillow, tossing side to side. I tried to clamp my knees shut but he kept me open, licking every last drop, teasing my overstimulated flesh as he kept me on the edge.
I heard the crinkle of a wrapper, then he crawled back up my body, fitting the broad head of his cock to my opening. He lifted one leg over his arm, helping to widen me before pushing in; my slick passage helped him slide in a couple inches. “Relax, doll, you can take me; breathe out and let me in.”
I struggled to follow his instructions, but my body relaxed finally, stretching to accommodate his girth. I felt the burn, my heels pulling his ass towards my body. He forged ahead, sinking in a couple of inches, then withdrawing, using shallow thrusts, each taking him deeper into my womb until he bottomed out. He stilled when he slid in all the way, so I could adjust to his size; in the stillness I could feel his balls against my ass. The emptiness I had been feeling was gone, replaced by a fullness that felt heavenly.
“Baby, I’ve got to move,” he groaned, taking my hip in his big hand. He started slowly tunneling into me. I watched his cock disappear into my body, the sight turning me on more. I caught his rhythm, lifting my hips to meet him as he powered his cock into my hot, wet sheath. He worked me, changing angles and rhythm, never letting up as the tension built in my core while he spread me out and had me gripping the sheets, pulling the air from my lungs.
His brow was slick with sweat as he drove into me, the slapping of our flesh and heavy breathing an erotic soundtrack in the room. He read my body, feeling me strain to reach the summit. He changed the angle, tunneling so deep I could feel him hit my cervix.
“I need to come, Breech, please, I need to come.”
Sliding his hand between us, he rubbed and pinched my clit, and I screamed, my body strung tight like a bow. He held me still, stroking in and out, drawing out my climax ‘til I shuddered and shook in his arms. Suddenly he growled, his movements growing uncoordinated. He thrust hard, pinning me to the bed, groaning as he came, filling the condom; I could feel the heat deep inside my body. Dropping his head to my chest, he rolled so he wouldn’t crush me, our bodies still joined, my legs tangled with his, the breath sawing in and out of his lungs from the exertion.
Seconds ticked by while we caught our breath. He pulled out; a wet sucking sound signaled his withdrawal. I immediately felt the emptiness between my legs, and my body protested, wanting to feel that fullness once more. He stripped off the condom, tied it off, and tossed it then got up, padding naked to the bathroom. He returned with a wet cloth and towel. Gently he washed my pussy and thighs before drying me quickly. He dropped both off the side of the bed, climbed in, and spooned me, my back to his front.
“How do you feel, Jiji? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I turned my head so I could look in his eyes.
“No, Breech—well, yeah, but it was the good kind of hurt.” Snuggling into his body, I felt him start to harden against my ass.
“Ignore him, doll, that’s going to be a permanent problem anytime you’re near me, especially naked and in my bed.”
I chuckled. “Has a mind of his own, does he? You’re not one of those guys that names it, are you?” He didn’t reply, so I glanced back at him. He looked horrified. I giggled, “Ok, then.” Yawning, I cuddled against him, closed my eyes, and fell asleep.
Eight
I woke up with a mouthful of hair and a handful of ass. Jiji was draped across my chest, one leg entwined with mine. Ignoring my morning wood, I gently moved Jiji; she turned over and I placed a pillow in her arms, which she snuggled into and went back to sleep.
Rolling out of bed, I padded naked to the bathroom. Peeing was a bit of a challenge; I solved that problem by resting my foot on the tub ledge, standing a la Captain Morgan. Stepping into the shower, I adjusted the controls, and stood under the spray. I let it soak my hair so I didn’t hear the shower door open; Jiji winding her arms around my waist was my first clue that I was no longer alone.
“Morning, babe, mind if I join you in here? I’m kinda sticky and stinky from last night.”
Turning around, I tilted her chin up and kissed her hard on the lips, pressing my erection against her soft belly.
Teasingly, she grabbed hold of my dick, pumping up and down my shaft. “Riding with that anaconda in your jeans has got to be uncomfortable, babe.” She pulled a bottle of body wash off the shelf behind me. Lathering her hands, she proceeded to wash her body. Feathering her hands over her breasts and belly, she spread her legs as she moved lower, washing her neatly trimmed pussy and inner thighs. The scen
t of jasmine hovered in the air, the sound of the water splashed on the tile floor, and the sight of her working her body amped up my desire, doing nothing to cool off my body and keeping me rock hard.
Before I could wrap her body around me, she ducked under my arm and out of the shower. With a cheeky grin, she tossed me a bar of soap the motel left on the counter, which I caught reflexively. “Good luck with that, babe. I rode all day yesterday feeling uncomfortable; today it’s your turn.” She winked. “Or you can put that soap to good use and take care of it yourself.” Blowing me a kiss, she left the bathroom.
Stunned, I watch her ass disappear out the door. The witch left me hard and randy.
Shit, when we got to the place we would be staying for the next week or so, I was going to paddle her ass for this. That thought brought a smile to my face; soaping up my hands, I used that image to rub one out, pumping my slick flesh ‘til I exploded, and my seed shot out in long, ropy jets. I kept going until it stopped, and my balls felt empty. Laying my head back against the cool tile, I released my softened cock and let the water carry away the soap from my hands. It was starting to turn cold, so I quickly washed and stepped out of the stall. Grabbing a towel, I dried off, stepping into the clothes I had brought in with me.
Going into the bedroom, I didn’t see Jiji, but there was a piece of paper on the pillow placed so I would see it.
Breech,
Went to get coffee and something to munch on. Be back in a few minutes. If you want anything text me. Hope your shower was productive.
LOL
Jiji!
Throwing the note down, I pulled on socks and my boots and tugged a clean T-shirt over my head. I found myself smiling; Jiji was unpredictable. She gave as good as she got. She wasn’t afraid to be playful and I found myself wondering what she was going to do next. She was beautiful in that girl-next-door way, with thick, sandy hair that fell in beachy waves to the middle of her back. Her curvy body was firm, but soft in all the right places. She had large breasts that filled my hands, nipples that were made for a man’s mouth, hips that were sturdy enough to hold on to and legs that could wrap around my waist with strength to hang on while I fucked her up against a wall or flat on her back in bed. She rode behind me on my bike like she’d been doing it forever.
We had been on the road for a few hours; I could feel Jiji squirming around on the seat behind me. I knew she was sore from last night and from riding this long distance. Seeing a sign for a rest area, I pulled in and, stopping at the pump, I topped off the tank then pulled into a parking space by the bathrooms.
Jiji climbed stiffly off the bike. Pulling off her helmet, she stretched, hanging on to the sissy bar and bending forward; my cock came to life at the sight. Pushing him down and climbing off the bike, I took her hand and walked into the building. Separating, we went to the restrooms. I watched the door for her to come out; smiling, she walked to me, and I handed her a coffee.
“Ah, I so needed this cup—thanks, babe.” Leaning up on her tiptoes, she kissed me. Grabbing the lapels of her leather jacket, I pulled her in, kissing her thoroughly. She drew back, breathless. “What was that all about?”
“Just making sure you remember why you’re sore and walking funny this morning.”
She smiled devilishly. “Oh, you mean from all the riding I’ve been doing lately. Told you it’s been a while since I’ve been in the saddle; I fully expected to be a little bow-legged from straddling your steel horse.”
Trying to keep a straight face didn’t work. I set up the shot and she lobbed it right back at me. Her banter cracked me up. Giving up, I laughed, hugging her close. “You a comedian on your downtime?”
“No, just a wiseass always.”
Slapping said ass, I said, “Let’s roll, doll, I want to be there sooner than later.” Mounting up, we got back on the road. Speaking into the headset, I asked her, “Do you have the address for the horse farm handy?”
She pulled her phone out, checking her texts for one from Sandra. “It’s in Oneida County, about an hour northwest of my mom’s house.”
“Can you find us a hotel about halfway between them, doll?”
“There’s a Wingate we stayed at when we went to a concert in Rome. I’ll make a reservation.” After she hung up, she leaned forward and rested her head against my back. “It takes the pressure off my butt,” she said into the mic.
Chuckling, I reached back and rubbed her thigh. “We’ll be there soon enough, sweets.” She interlaced her fingers with mine, keeping them on her leg. I flipped a switch and music filled our helmets. She tapped a foot to the beat on her foot peg as we rolled along.
Nine
The hotel I called was a place Tish and I had stayed at before. It was clean and close enough to the farm and my old house that we wouldn’t have to spend a lot of time traveling between them. After checking in, I followed Breech upstairs to our room. He walked around, checking out windows and the connecting door. Once he was satisfied, he pulled his dopp kit out of his bag and headed into the bathroom.
I heard him moving around in there as I hung up some of my things in the closet. We worked together seamlessly, unpacking and settling into our place for the next few days.
“Breech, do you want to take a ride over to my mom’s house?”
“You want to do that today, doll?”
“Yes, I really do, Breech. It’s been over a year since Aden attacked us; I need to put it behind me once and for all.” He came to me, wrapping me in his arms. I rested against him, drawing strength from his embrace. Then, straightening my spine, I stepped away from him.
That day would be permanently etched in my memory, but now that the house was sold, I was going to empty it, throw out a ton of shit, pack up what I wanted from my old life here, and move on—finally.
On the ride over, I thought about all the good times we had as a family in that house. Growing up with Jameson as my big brother was what TV shows were built around. He was my protector, my babysitter, my cover-your-ass-with-Mom guy. When he went off to the Marines and Mom remarried, that’s when things went to hell in a handbasket.
I thought Aden was an okay dude at first. He paid attention to all the little things for both my mom and me. For birthdays and special occasions, there were cards and flowers—he even had old-world manners: pulling out chairs, opening doors, holding out his arm for us ladies to hold. Slowly, though, things began to change. I was busy finishing high school, starting college.
I closed my eyes to a lot of it. I didn’t want to see it. Typical teenage girl, thinking about myself and what I wanted and needed, subsequently shutting my mind to the truth staring me in the face. Aden killed my mother, but he didn’t break my spirit and he didn’t change my opinion of men. Jameson is a good man and if I needed a role model there wasn’t a better one. Everyone was telling me that Breech was another one of the good guys. Now that I am older I can see for myself that he is a man of integrity. And oh, man, he was hot on top of that—tattoos and muscle, with a brain and a big heart.
When we pulled up to the house, I sat on the bike for a minute. It looked like every other house on the block. You’d never know a violent murder was committed inside. As I sat there, it wasn’t my mom’s death I dwelled on; rather, pictures of happier times—me playing hide and seek with Jameson, riding bikes with Tish, dog-sitting for the neighbors to earn some money. Breech waited patiently while I got lost in my memories. He wasn’t trying to rush me, which I was grateful for.
Dismounting, I pulled the keys from my pocket, jingling them in my hands on the somehow-long walk up to the front door. Taking a deep breath, I inserted the key and opened the door.
The people I hired to clean the house had done a good job, because it smelled like fresh linen. Dust motes hung in the air; I could see them through the light filtering in around the blinds hanging in the window. The carpets were vac
uumed, and the walls freshly painted. My eyes were drawn immediately to the spot on the floor were my mom died. There were no distinguishing marks, the furniture had been disposed of; it was just an empty room.
Walking through the living room into the kitchen, I noticed the floor was spotless; there was no indication that a table and chairs had even rested there. All the cabinet doors shined from waxing and the countertops gleamed, so I trailed my fingertips over the glossy surface, recalling all of the meals we made there.
Finishing the walkthrough, I found the boxes I requested stacked neatly in the garage. Pushing the garage door opener, it activated, and the door rose. Breech walked up behind me as I exited, following me as I strolled two houses down. Pulling the keys from my pocket again, I unlocked the front door. Tish’s house was in the same shape as mine. In tip-top shape, ready for the new owners. Her boxes were stacked in the garage as well.
I indicated the boxes. “I need to have these shipped to the 3rd Street house, along with mine, Breech, please.” He pulled out his phone, hit a few buttons and waited while the call connected. I wandered away from him while he made the arrangements, directing my gaze out the garage so I could watch the kids play in the street. Sadness overwhelmed me that my mom would never get to watch her grandchildren play. Tears shimmered behind my eyes then Breech’s arms closed around me, rocking me.
“I’m sorry, babe, I know how close you were.”
Sniffing, I looked up at him through my tears. “I miss her every day, babe, but I have Jameson and Tish.”
Tipping my chin up, he tucked my hair behind my ear, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. “You have me too, Jiji, and I’m not going anywhere.” Leaning down, he kissed me.
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