by Kylie Parker
“Your body feels so good in my arms.” His raspy voice ran through her like an electric current. Desperate to taste his mouth once again, Helen rolled her head to the right again, as he lightly pinched both of her nipples at the same time.
“Say more things like that.” She whimpered, claiming his lips, as she ran her hand across his shoulder.
“So creamy…” He whispered in her mouth. “So curvy … So sexy…”
Marcus’s compliments overwhelmed her, as he let go of her right breast. She gripped his arm, moaning louder, as his hand traveled down her body. By now, Helen could feel her insides clench with desire, as she surrendered herself to the magic of his demanding kiss. Marcus explored her mouth with his tongue, stroking her breasts one at a time, as his fingers got closer and closer to her pussy. Helen took her left hand off of him and slid it down his side. Stopping it at his hip, she squeezed his flesh first and then pushed him upward, intensifying the sensation of his stiff cock between her butt cheeks. Helen couldn’t wait to feel him inside her; the friction between their bodies was driving her crazy with lust. At the same time however, she wished that his sensual games would go on and on.
“Awww, yeaaaaaaah!” She groaned on an exhale, as his middle finger made contact with her hard, swollen clit. Unable to continue their kiss, Helen nuzzled her head in the crook of his neck and his chest, her breath blissful, as Marcus began to rub deliberate circles around her clit.
“That’s it, baby.” He uttered, gliding his hand over her chest. “Lay down on me.”
Once more, his raspy voice sent wave after wave of electric sensation pounding through her veins. Helen wished that she could climb on to him; yet, she could not find the strength in her muscles to do so. Loosening her grip on his arm and his leg, she kissed the base of his neck, as his finger satisfied her lust. Marcus tilted his head down, caressing her left breast, with her loud, pleasurable moans filling his ears. Helen brought her hips up, as he stuck his tongue out. Slowly running it across her chest, he rolled her nipple between his thumb and index fingers, as he rubbed her clit harder. A guttural grunt fled his lips, as she sank her teeth into his flesh. If anything, her gentle bite appeared to turn him on even further, as Marcus gave a firm squeeze to her breast. Helen could feel her orgasm was close. His fingers felt like magic on her. His soft lips were worshipping her chest, as she lay helpless in his strong arms, savoring every single second of the experience. Pulling her arms out of the water, she placed her hands on his hand, as if she wanted to take control of the action. But Marcus did no such thing. Instead, he slid his fingers down her quivering body, as he caressed her breast. Then, he parted her pussy lips with his thumb and middle fingers, as Helen swirled her tongue over the skin between his neck and his chest. Her juices soaked the tip of his middle finger, as he moved his hand over her pussy.
“Awww… Awwwww, yeah, baby! I’m going to come!” Helen’s loud, lustful moan resounded through the walls of his apartment, as Marcus slipped his finger past her entrance. Feeling it deep inside of her, Helen began to rock against him, taking her right hand off of his, as he massaged her breast. She reached up and cupped his cheek, as his fast-paced penetration coaxed her closer and closer to orgasm. Running her fingers through his beard, Helen pressed her hand onto his, his finger splashing with each thrust, as he wrapped his free arm around her. Helen lifted herself up, crying out, as her mind-blowing orgasm washed over her in wave after wave of intense pleasure. Hot, sticky juices poured out of her, enveloping his finger, as Marcus held her tightly in his embrace. Slowly sliding it out of her dripping wet pussy, he planted a kiss on her hair, as she struggled to catch her breath. Still, he didn’t move his hand away from her body at all. On the contrary, Marcus continued to trace circles around her entrance.
“Oh, my God…” Helen gasped, as a blissful smile formed on her face. “That was so intense.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” Marcus muttered, moving his lips down her head.
“Liked it?” She spoke, a hint of surprise in her voice, as she rolled over onto her chest. “I loved it.” She added, her eyes shrieking her desire, as their gazes met.
“I hope you’re ready for round two.” He said, his deep voice tempting her so much that she considered sex in the bathtub. All the same, Marcus soon made it clear to Helen that he had very different plans. Reaching up and to the right, he pulled a blue towel from the rack on the wall. Water rolled down his muscled body, as he rose from the bathtub floor. The drops that dripped from his swollen cockhead were thicker and whiter, mixed with his precum. She couldn’t resist the temptation. Her body was still trembling from the incredible orgasm he had given her and the sight of his big, hard cock sent her over the edge. Longing to taste him in her mouth, Helen sucked in a deep breath, licking her upper lip, as she put her hands on the bathtub floor. Locking her gaze on his manhood, she sat up and tucked her legs under her. Marcus was still wiping the water off of his chest, when she wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft.
“Oh, I am,” Helen said in a husky voice as she looked up at him. Without wasting any more time, she smiled at him, before closing her eyes. Bending her head down, she ran her hand up his cock, parting her lips. The feel of his bulging veins in her hand made her pussy throb in eager anticipation. Reaching up, she cupped his chiseled abs, swirling her tongue around his cockhead.
“Oh, fuck.” Marcus groaned, tilting his head back, leaning his back against the wall, as Helen put his manhood into her warm, wet mouth. Grazing her fingers down his stomach, she started to stroke it, feeling his length pulsing over her tongue. She slid the point of her tongue around the edge of his cockhead, the taste of his precum getting stronger, as she sank her nails into his flesh. Marcus let his head fall back, moaning in sheer pleasure, as Helen flicked her tongue over his cockhead. She loved the sound of his enjoyment. Her nipples tightened, as she licked with eagerness, making his breathing deepen. A hungry moan escaped her, as she pushed his cock further down her throat. Marcus tilted his head forward and opened his eyes, his grunts audible over her muffled groans. He pushed her hair back from her face, watching as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. Placing his hands on either side of her head, he began to gently rock into her mouth, as she lapped up the precum that was oozing out of the tip. Helen felt his veins throbbing beneath her fingers, as she jerked him faster and faster by the second. Knowing that she was bringing him closer to his climax, she would not stop. This was exactly what she wanted: To give him the pleasure he had offered her earlier. Sliding her hand down his groin, she sucked on him harder, sending him into ecstasy. Marcus tossed his head back, his body tensing as she gripped his cock with both hands.
“Mmmmph, I’m coming, baby…” He groaned and his leg muscles flexed as she pulled him out of her mouth. Helen ran her tongue down the side of his cock, moving both hands up and down his length, as she breathed hard down on his skin. She opened her eyes and glanced up at him, before his entire body stiffened. Marcus’s juices shot out of his cock, as he shuddered through an aggressive orgasm that left his legs shaking. A broad smile lit up her face, as she squeezed the last drop out of his quivering shaft. Letting go of his cock, Helen grabbed the side of the bathtub of support and stood up, staring up at him.
“I should punish you for that.” Marcus panted, desire written all over his face, as she leaned in towards him.
“Go ahead,” she encouraged, her voice sexy. “I’ve been a bad girl,” Just when she finished her sentence, Helen raised her leg over the side of the bathtub. “You’re going to have to catch me first.” She went on, stepping onto the floor. Willing to tease him, she sprinted across the bathroom and then turned right and into the hallway. Running into his bedroom, Helen picked up Marcus’s guitar and eased it against the wall to the right, as his footsteps became louder. She jumped into bed and rolled over onto her back, wondering what he meant by “punishment”. Whatever it was, she was too aroused to venture a guess. Spreading her legs, she fixed her gaze on the door to
the right, as he stopped under the doorframe.
“I’m ready for that punishment,” Helen whispered, looking up into his hungry eyes, as he closed the distance between them.
“Some other time,” Marcus uttered, climbing into bed. “No more teasing for tonight.” She spoke no more. All Helen did was stare at him, as he lay on top of her. Bending his head towards her, he pressed his lips against her mouth. Feeling a burning lust inside her, she curled her arms around his masculine back, as he cupped her right cheek. His other hand landed on her hip, before she wrapped her legs around his waist. Helen could feel the moisture on his cockhead, as it rubbed against her stomach. Much to her optimistic delight, he was raging hard. Her hands glided over his back, as he slid his right hand across her stomach. Marcus grabbed his cock and aligned it with her entrance, as their kiss grew in intensity.
“Oh, yeah…” Helen whimpered, as he pushed through her tightness. “Come on. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.”
Shoving his manhood deep inside her, he licked along the seam of her lips. She tilted her head back, as he slipped his hand up and into her hair, stroking her with fast, hard thrusts. Helen squeezed her eyes shut, feeling his every inch in her depths, as she grabbed and held onto his back. Marcus knitted his fingers through her hair, his warm breath on her skin making her body tingle, as he laid a long, fiery kiss on her chin. His muscles flexed beneath his skin, as his sensual penetration quenched her desire. Leaning back, he pulled his hand out of her hair. He ran his gaze down Helen’s curvy body, as she flexed her leg muscles around him. Marcus reached towards her, groaning louder as she grabbed his wrists. She led his hands to her breasts, biting her lower lip as she gazed up at his gritted teeth inside his mouth.
“God, your hands feel so good.” Helen moaned, as he squeezed both of her breasts. “Faster, baby.”
Her encouragement put an intense smile on his face. Tucking his legs under him, Marcus quickened his pace, watching her breasts bounce up and down, as she released his left wrist. Helen brought her hand closer to her face, as he rubbed her nipples with his thumbs. She slipped her index finger into her mouth, forcing a deeper groan out of him. The fact that her simple move aroused him so much made her stomach churn. But, she was not done teasing him. Helen cast her eyes down his sculpted body, sucking on her finger, as he plunged deeply into her. The sight of his muscles, flexing with every thrust sent her to heaven. Still, something else sent waves of molten pleasure, coursing through her body: Marcus’s big, stiff cock as it went in and out of her. Pulling her finger out of her mouth, she rested the tip between her lips, as her gaze shot up to his face.
“I’m going to come …” She exhaled with a moan, as he lightly pinched her nipples. “God, I’m going to come so hard.”
“I’m coming, too.” He groaned, licking his upper lip. “It’s so hot in your pussy; so fucking hot and wet.”
“Awww, yeaaaaah!” Helen whimpered as she tossed her head back, as his statement sent her over the edge. She spread her legs wide, desperate to feel his massive cock deeper, as he squeezed her breasts once more. Clenching her vaginal muscles around his shaft, she was suspended in a haze of breathtaking lust. Helen’s moans turned into screams of pleasure. Her entire body stiffened and shuddered in orgasmic bliss, as he pounded her dripping wet pussy. Marcus pulled out, his own body trembling as he gripped his cock. He jerked it fast and hard, before his powerful orgasm catapulted through him. Two streams of his juices landed on Helen’s stomach, as he struggled to catch his breath. He tumbled into bed beside her and rolled over onto his back. She rewarded him with a kiss on his chest and snuggled up against him, with a smile of contentment on her face.
“Be there for me, huh?” She purred, as he circled his left arm around her back. “You were amazing.”
“Thanks. What was I supposed to say?” Marcus wondered, “…the actual words? Nah. You were pretty great, too.”
“I wasn’t expecting this tonight,” Helen admitted, grazing her fingers up his stomach. “I thought you were going to shoot me down again.”
“Actually, I was hoping you’d show up.” His words forced her to look up at him.
“You were?” She asked in a voice filled with surprise.
“I think I overreacted last night.” Marcus gave a sad nod. “I mean, sure, dating each other won’t be easy, but we can be careful. Besides, you won’t be here long.”
“Would you, um…” Helen faltered. “Consider playing the guitar on the beach at night? I’m only asking because you said we need to be careful.”
“It depends on the beach,” Marcus replied, his voice calm and steady, “… and the day. Most of them are swamped on weekends. Why?”
“Because, I think it would be great for you and James to play together.” Helen made her voice sound sweeter “Michelle can sing. I think it’s going to be really wonderful.”
“We’ve been talking about that since he got here.” He told her. “We haven’t played together since high school. We were going to play tomorrow night. Tomorrow’s my day off.”
“That’s great!” She chirped, as her eyes sparkled with excitement. “Where would you play?”
“Butterfly Beach,” he was quick to answer, “At my cousin’s beach house.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” Helen laughed. “I’d love to see you guys play.”
“You should get some sleep.” Marcus suggested, his voice coming out a little drowsy. She gazed deep into his eyes, but she would not speak. Helen chose to close her eyes and rest her head on his chest, as he caressed her hair. A feeling of security washed over her, as she drowned in his scent. Her mysterious biker had given her an incredible night; she could not be happier.
Everything about tonight was just unbelievable. Great food, hot sex… I couldn’t have wished for anything better. And tomorrow? Well, I think that’s going to be just as great.”
14
The moon cast its dreamy light over the calm waters of Butterfly beach. Eagerly anticipating the moment that James and Marcus would entertain them, Helen and Olivia were in a very festive mood, whereas Michelle did not share their enthusiasm. The young singer still had doubts about singing that night; with good reason. Her next concert was only two days away. Performing so close to the date of the venue could wear her voice down. Michelle was also frustrated by the fact that Helen would not discuss the night before whatsoever. Despite her constant requests to share at least some details with her, her friend kept her mouth shut. It was not a matter of trust for Helen. She considered Michelle a good friend of hers. Nevertheless, she knew very well that a detailed narrative of her night with Marcus would most likely upset her. Michelle had made it very clear to them that she wanted to focus on her career. Dating was out of the question for her. Should Helen describe her encounter with her new boyfriend, she would make her miss having a personal life even more.
The three friends sat down on the sand, waiting for James and Marcus to bring over some bonfire wood. Gina had notified Olivia that they would be a little late, as she and Rick had been stuck in traffic.
“Gorgeous.” Michelle remarked, as the flash on her cell phone lit up the night. “I just can’t get enough of that sky.”
“You should hang out with James more often.” Olivia joked. “He woke up at 5:30am to catch a glimpse of the sunrise. He said it inspired him.”
“That’s the man you married, Liv.” Helen voiced her opinion, tapping her friend on the back. “I hope he came up with something good.”
“He did, but he took it a little further than that.” Olivia said; a hint of concern in her voice, as a light breeze blew through their hair. “He mentioned something about ‘being closer to the sea more often’. When I asked him, he said he would like to live at a coastal city, as long as I was there with him.”
“And you don’t like that?” Michelle wondered. “I’d love to live in L.A. New York’s just too darn cold, not to mention loud.”
“I like L.A., too, Michelle.” Olivia declared, turning her h
ead to the left to face her. “Things move slower here. But, all my friends are in New York.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but, you’re his, what’s that thing called again?” Helen paused and looked up into the sky. “Oh, yeah: his muse. James is really talented, Liv. He could be stranded on the freaking moon and he’d still come up with lyrics. He doesn’t need mountains or beaches. He just needs you.”
At that moment, two, faint, male voices drew their attention. James and Marcus were coming their way, with big piles of wood in their arms.
“We have a rehearsal scheduled for tomorrow morning. I’ll talk to him.” Michelle stated. “By the way, I totally agree with Helen. Besides, he said he’d only do it if you followed him, right?”
“Yeah,” Olivia said with a nod.
“Then you have nothing to worry about.” Michelle smiled at her. “All you have to do is say ‘no’.”
“What are you kids talking about?” James asked, easing his pile down on the sand.
“Michelle’s next venue;” Helen interjected, as Marcus set his the other pile on top. “How are the ticket presales?”
“Rick said the place would be packed,” James informed them, while pulling a matchbox out of his pocket, as Helen handed a bottle of oil over to Marcus. “It’s bigger than the last one: about twice as big, actually.”
“Sounds fun:” Michelle commented, as the fire roared into life.
“Lots of fun,” James winked at her. “We’ll be right back.”
“What’s up, bitches?” All of a sudden, Rick’s cheerful voice filled the air.
“Bitches?” Marcus squinted at James. “Who is this guy?”
“Long story:” James gave an amused snort, as the three women burst into loud, hearty laughter. “Come on. I’ll introduce you to them.”
“Damn it, Rick…” Michelle chuckled, burying her face into Olivia’s shoulder.