And then he goes and makes me feel bad about how I’m acting.
Motherfucker!
He’s done so many nice things for me today and I’ve been an uber-bitch the whole time. So I take a drink and get up and go to the kitchen to find him plating up the food.
“Hey,” I say and he looks at me.
“Hey, what do you need, Angel?”
I take the three steps to close the gap between us as he turns toward me and run my arms around him and hug him.
His arms move around my body and hold me in a nice loose hug.
“I’m sorry about being such an ungrateful bitch. I really do love those flowers. They’re the first ones I’ve ever been given. And no one has ever gone out of their way to do all this before. You’re a great guy. I’ll rein in the attitude and make this a lot better evening for you.”
I feel a wet tongue on my toes as Cuddles licks me and gives me kisses for doing the right thing. I laugh as it tickles and let him out of the hug.
I find his expression full of sincerity. “Thanks, Angel. I know that took a lot for you to say. Let’s just have a nice time then. That’s all I ever wanted was to show you a nice time.”
I smile then turn away to go back to the living room, then say over my shoulder, “Well, I might as well enjoy this while I can. You’ll be gone soon.”
“Yeah, I won’t be in your hair for too long, Baby.” Then he gives my ass a swift smack.
Oh hell!
Chapter 7
BLAZE
The change in her attitude lets me know the girl I’m so attracted to is in there somewhere. Trapped behind the walls she built because of that idiot who left her.
I have patience, though. And when I see something I want, I have a phenomenal amount of it.
Taking our plates to the living room, I place them on the coffee table then go get the wine and a couple of glasses. As I fill the glasses, I catch her gazing at me.
“Not quite the guy who came in the shop this afternoon. That badass biker was searching for some easy chick to play with his ding-a-ling. Not waiting on an uber-bitch hand and foot,” she says and I flinch with her blatant honesty.
I sit down next to her. Close but not so close our legs touch. Holding up my glass, I gesture for her to pick hers up. She does and I tap mine to hers. “Angel, what you say is true. I came to Sturgis for all the wrong reasons, but then I found you and now I know why I was called to this Mecca in the middle of nowhere. It was you I was always drawn to this place for and nothing else.”
She looks at me for a moment and her eyes go soft then she smiles and nods. “And you, my sweet prince on a bike from Heaven, came to find this lonely wretched woman who longed for you to find her and take her away from the lonely existence she had placed herself in.”
We tap the glasses once more and take a drink. She places her glass on the table then pats the top of my leg. “Let’s eat. It looks great, Benny.”
I know those words we each said may have come out kind of like we were making them up and joking. But I think we both meant what we said.
I stab a meatball and hold it to her lips. She smiles then opens her mouth and takes it. A growly moan comes out of her and she nods as she chews. “It’s good. Did you make these in my kitchen? There’s no way!”
“You’re right. There is no way,” I say with a laugh. “I bought them already made and simply heated them in the oven.”
She laughs and bumps my shoulder with hers.
“At least you’re honest. I’d have accepted the compliment and lied about making them.”
“Nah, you wouldn’t have,” I say as I take a bite of one myself.
“Yes, I would. At last year’s Christmas party at work, I didn’t make anything and when Uncle Phil told me I had to bring a pumpkin pie, I went and bought one. I put it in a pie plate from home and took it. Everyone was talking about what a great pie it was and what was my recipe. I told them it was a secret my grandma had passed down to me. The secret was it was made by Mona from the local bakery. All I added was a tub of store bought whipped cream!”
Her laugh makes me want to kiss her and I wish it didn’t. I want so badly to just hang out with her tonight. Let her know I really want to get to know her. The real her, not the front that she puts on to scare away pursuers.
“Minx,” I say instead and tweak her cute little nose.
She wrinkles it up as I do and smiles. “I’m not a little kid.”
No, she is not!
“I know. But you’re adorable and your laugh makes me feel good inside. You’re sweet when you want to be.” I take another bite as she watches me.
She takes a large forkful of spaghetti noodles and crams them into her mouth. A thing my family would find appalling. I find it funny as she just can’t figure out when to stop twirling them around her fork.
So instead of showing her how it’s done, I load my fork up and take a huge bite too.
She quirks one brow up and says, “Wanna see who can get the most meatballs to fit into their mouths?”
I nod. “Bet I beat you.”
“Bet you don’t.” She stabs one and places it in her mouth.
I do the same then she places the second one in and so do I. A third one goes into her small mouth and I find a knot slipping down her throat and quickly chew mine up and swallow.
I point at her. “Cheater! I saw you let one slip down your throat!”
She chews the others up and swallows. “Damn! You’re the first to catch me doing that!”
I want to kiss her long slender neck so damn bad it hurts. But I don’t.
“So now I know, no more food challenges with you.”
She shrugs her narrow shoulders. “I’m a sneaky one. You have to watch me.”
“I can see that.” I take a sip of wine and find we’re both trying to grab the remote as one of the funniest parts of the show is coming up. “This is funny,” I say.
At the same time, she says, “Have you ever seen anything so hilarious?”
We stop reaching for the remote and look at one another. Her lips are halfway pulled up to the left and her deep blue eyes aren’t droopy like they were when she was at work.
Then she turns her head and looks at the television, only I can’t stop looking at her. She watches the show and bursts out laughing and all I can do is look at her.
Watch her erupt into laughter. Watch her light up like a firework on the fourth of July.
Why on Earth would that dumbass leave her?
I’m glad he did, though. Because now I can make her mine. All mine, and forever, if she’ll have me.
I finally turn my head to watch the show and we find ourselves laughing at the same times, over the same things. Taking bites and drinks at the same time.
We’re like a couple of people who were part of the same puzzle but the pieces got mixed up for a long time then they finally figured out we belonged together.
Sitting back at exactly the same time as we’ve finished dinner, I look over at her to test our sameness. “I have a container of gelato in the freezer. You ready for some?”
She lays her head back on the sofa and rolls it toward me. “Not yet. It was so good, I’m stuffed. Later on, it would be great.”
I knew it!
I always wait for a couple of hours after eating to eat desert too.
“Okay, let me know when you want some.” I lay my head back too and look at her as she gazes at me.
“It’s just that I always eat the sweets a bit later. So I can really enjoy them once my food has all settled. But I get it if you want to leave and get to the bar with your friends. I mean gang. Or whatever you call them. This was very nice of you, Benny,” she says then puts her hand on my thigh.
Not in a, ‘I want to grab your cock’ kind of way. In a real way that says thank you for being nice to me.
“I’d like to hang out with you if you don’t mind. You’re a lot more stimulating than anyone out there.” I place my hand over hers.
She stops rub
bing my leg as her lips form a hard line. I think she’s about to tell me to go. And I so do not want to go.
Then they soften and she smiles. “I’d like it if you stayed for a while longer.”
Inwardly I’m hoping up and down with joy, outward I say, “Cool. Let’s see what else is on tonight.”
So my first night in Sturgis is going nowhere near what I had planned. First, I spent most of my day in a stinky garage. Second, I cooked for a woman who made sure I knew she didn’t want to spend any time with me. And third, I will not be getting laid tonight.
It should feel like it all has gone wrong. But instead, it all feels more right than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.
She picks up the remote and searches for a movie and when she stops on my most favorite movie of all time, I don’t say a word to let her know that.
With a look like she knows I’m about to make fun of her, she asks as she shakes her head, “You probably don’t like the Johnny Depp, Willy Wonka, right?”
“I do.”
Her face blossoms. “Want to watch this then?”
I nod. “Want to scoot over here and lie your head on my shoulder?”
She looks very wary. “Do you really like this movie? Like you aren’t just telling me, yes and you secretly hate it?”
“When I saw you stop on it I was about to ask you if we could watch it. It’s my absolute favorite. I shit you not.”
With a press of the button, the movie comes on and she moves over next to me as I throw my arm along the back of the little blue sofa. Her body is close to mine. Her head is against my shoulder and I feel more at home than I have ever felt anywhere.
Including my own home!
I want to kiss the top of her head but don’t. Her hand moves over my chest then she looks up at me.
“Benny, do you really want to be here, watching a silly movie rather than down at the bar having a crazy badass time?”
I nod. She just keeps looking up at me for the longest time. Then she places her head on my chest, near my heart.
Moving my arm, I wrap it around her and hold her tight to me. Then I do kiss the top of her head. “I like being here with you so much more, my Angel.”
She sighs and turns up the television.
An hour into the show she sits up and stretches. “I’m getting kind of tired, Benny.”
Shit, she’s going to send me away!
“I see. Okay, well…”
She places her hand on my chest. “I don’t mean you have to go. I mean can we stretch out on the couch. Lie down. Lie down on the couch together.”
“Oh! Yeah, of course.” I say as I kick off my shoes and get up so we can get more comfortable.
She stands up and looks me over. “You got underwear on?”
I nod. “Why?”
“You could get more comfortable. You know, get out of those clothes. They’ll get all wrinkled if you don’t,” she says as she walks away. “I have to pee. Get as comfortable as you want. I’m going to grab a blanket I cover up with when I’m watching television on the sofa.”
“Hey,” I call out, making her stop. “If I’m stripping down to my underwear, I want you to as well. I don’t want to be nearly naked all alone.”
She hesitates then nods.
As soon as she disappears into the bathroom, I jump up and down and do a few fist pumps into the air. A very soft, “Yes,” comes out of my mouth as I quickly undress.
Right down to my tight black, show it all off, boxer briefs. I lay my clothes out nice and neat on the chair and lie down on the sofa on my side, waiting for her to come back and slip into my arms.
Nothing has ever sounded more enticing than knowing I’m about to hold her as we watch the ending of Willy Wonka.
I know it sounds lame as shit. I know this. But damn it, I’ve never been more excited about anything in my life.
Nothing!
The light in the hallway goes off and she comes back with only the television giving off any light. My heart feels like it has stopped beating for a moment as I see her in a little black bra and panty set.
My dick gets hard immediately. So I take one of the pillows from behind me and strategically place it in front of my erection so when she lies back against me it doesn’t make her jump up and decide that this is a bad idea.
Because this is a fucking awesome idea!
She tosses a little purple blanket over me then I fold it back and she lies down in front of me. I pull the blanket over her and cover her then drape my arm over her body.
“Nice lingerie set,” I say very matter of fact like. “I saw it in a Victoria’s Secret catalog on some skinny ass blonde. You’re pulling it off much better than she did.”
She giggles a bit then says, “I didn’t know Armani made underwear.”
I give her a little squeeze. “If one can wear it, Armani makes it.”
I lie my arm out and she lays her head on it. “I love this part when the girl gets fat and purple,” she says.
“Me too. She’s such a brat.”
“Aren’t they all! Except poor little Charlie.”
Her skin is soft against my chest and stomach and my dick is growing in leaps and bounds.
This was an awful idea!
I don’t know why I said it was a good idea. It was a terrible idea.
“My feet are cold,” she says. “Mind heating them up for me real quick?”
She puts her ice cold foot between mine. “Whoa, that is cold.” I pick up one leg. “Stick them both between my legs here. They’ll be warm in no time.”
They will, I’m sure, because she’s making me hot without even trying!
“Thanks, Benny.” She puts her feet between my calves and they’re cold but it’s like the best cold ever because she needs me. She needs me to warm her up in more ways than one.
I run my hand slowly up and down her arm as she lies on her side in front of me. She turns her face back a little. “You’re very nice. You know that?”
“No, I’m not. You bring out this part of me that I really don’t have normally.”
She turns over. Her tits are right there, looking up at me just like her eyes are.
“Benny, do you have any want at all to kiss me?”
“I do,” I say probably admit way too quickly. But it’s the truth.
She licks her lips and I lick mine then I ease down until our mouths touch. It’s amazing as sensations zip through me as if I’m being turned on for the first time.
Parts of me buzz that have never done that before. And I’m not what you’d call inexperienced.
I ease the kiss and look at her. She makes me so damn happy as she says, “Benny, you want to watch the rest of this in my room?”
Fuck yes, I do!
“If you really, really want to, I do,” I say as I run my hand over her cheek.
She gets up and takes my hand then leads me to her bedroom. The door opens and there it is. Pink curtains and a fluffy pink carpeting. And a canopy bed with a black sheer cloth hung over it and a black bedspread with pink pillows at the top.
That is when I spot a set of silver handcuffs off the metal headboard. “Who are you inside, Angel?”
She says with a grin, “A little bit of Heaven and a little bit of Hell.”
Chapter 8
ANGEL
“Here’s the deal, Benny,” I tell him as I pull him further into my bedroom. “I know this can’t last. I know you have to leave and go home or you may decide this night will be the only one. I know that. I understand that. But for tonight, I want to pretend.”
“We can do that,” he says as he fiddles with my bra strap. “But what if I don’t want this for only one night, Angel?”
“We’ll cross that bridge if and when we come to it. For tonight, I want to pretend you love me and will never leave me.” I look straight into his sparkling blue eyes to gauge his reaction.
“Not a problem,” he says with no sign of fear in his eyes.
“Okay, then. I like to
get rough, so our safe word is ratatouille,” I tell him and watch his eyes light up even more.
He unclasps my bra and pulls it off as he gazes at my breasts. “Got it. So if you’re done with the talking we can get to the action.”
I push his boxers down and see what I felt earlier. “Oh, yes. Let’s stop talking now.”
My hands move over the large and gorgeous appendage he has as I go to my knees to worship his gift. His hands feel strong and demanding as they move through my hair.
My lips touch the tip and it makes him growl, “Yes, Angel.”
Opening my mouth, I slide it over him and relish the soft skin which covers his steely hard cock. I moan as I move back and forth, licking and sucking in a gentle fashion.
No reason to get frantic yet. Who knows when I’ll get to do this again after all?
He’s very long and thick and only half of him fits. Until I take him all in and his cock moves down my throat after an initial gag reflex is overcome. His low moan tells me he likes it.
Up and down I go until I taste his pre-cum, then I move faster and suck harder. But he pulls my hair back hard, jerking me back. His eyes are dark as he looks down at me.
“I don’t want to lose it just yet, my Angel.”
I nod and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand as he pulls me up. He holds me tight to him as he breathes heavily. “That was very nice.”
Running my arms around his neck, I lean in and press my lips behind his ear and whisper, “The moment I saw you I craved to feel the sting of your hand on my ass, Blaze.”
Taking a handful of my hair, he pulls my head back and grazes his teeth along my neck until he makes it all the way up to my ear. His breath is hot as he says, “I can make that happen for you, Baby.”
Picking me up in his strong arms, he goes and sits on the edge of the bed and expertly turns me over and places me face down on his lap. I bite my lip in anticipation of the first strike.
His warm palm moves in a slow circle then it goes to one side of my panties and he rips it. Then he rips the other side too and pulls the torn panties off me. I flinch with the action that makes me ache. It’s been so long since I was handled this way.
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