Pikeman

by Kristen Kelly

  She wasn’t there. I made my way to the foyer. “Amy Lynn?”

  The front door was cracked. I wrapped the flannel ties of the robe firmly around my waist and stepped out. “Amy?” I walked around the back of the house, expecting to find her seated with a cup of hot cocoa while she gazed across the hillside.

  My hands on the railing, I gazed over the valley. It was so beautiful this time of year. All the trees in reds, yellows and greens. The sun had already come up but beads of rain still puddled from the night before. I turned around. Light shadows played across our Adirondack love chair highlighting droplets along the wood. I smiled and then made my way around the other side of the porch. When I came around the corner, I noticed tiny slippers, but no Amy. I picked up a brown woolen one. It was soaked. Apparently she stepped in a puddle and left them here. “Where are you , hon’?” Now I was getting worried.

  I went back inside. I fell heavily in a chair, trying to get my head around where she’d gone, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure it out. Maybe she had skedaddled back to the city. Had her fling with the older rougher man and decided she’d had enough. Probably had a young hot boyfriend too. Well, what did I expect? A white picket fence? Kids? That certainly wasn’t me.

  A few minutes later, Amy came bounding through the front door, all smiles with her hair pulled up in a messy ponytail, her cheeks rosy from the brisk cool air. “Oh, you’re awake. Fabulous.” She was carrying a tray of fresh baked muffins and cold cheeses. She placed it on the coffee table.

  “Where did you get that?” I asked, pulling her into a big groping hug. I perched my head upon her head, taking in the sweet shampoo smell of her hair.

  “Next door. Well, the cheese I got next door and we were out of cream for your coffee so that too. I made the muffins.”

  “You did?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You didn’t have to make me muffins. I could have had one of the chefs prepare them…had I known you’d like them so much I would have…”

  “I didn’t make them for me.” She shrugged and I realized I’d said the wrong thing. “I took her hand in mine, placed it to my lips and kissed each of her fingers one by one. “That was sweet. Thank you. To tell you the truth though, I’m mostly hungry for something else.” I reached around, grabbing one globe of her sweet ass which, to my delight, was bare beneath the pale blue chenille robe she was wearing. I groaned and buried my length against her softness. She let out a squeal and I whispered in her ear. “We don’t have to go anywhere. Why don’t we go back to bed for a while.”

  She let out a fake gasp. “Why Mr. Fitzgerald, I don’t know what you mean. Are you insinuating I’m the kind of girl that would stay in bed all morning just so you can have your fill of me?”

  I chuckled, pinching said globe. “I think we already established that. The question is how long can I take advantage of you.”

  She giggled and stepped out of my reach. “Oh and by the way, I love this robe. How did you…”

  “It was my mother’s.”

  “Oh.” He face fell. She probably thought I bought it special since she was spending the weekend up here.

  “You…save it?” She looked at me curiously.

  “No. It’s all I have. I found it wedged between some blankets. I thought about you so I kept it.”

  “I see.” I could tell she thought this was weird.

  “It’s all right. My mother would have liked you. If she were here, she probably would have given you that robe anyway.”

  “I would have liked to have known her.”

  “I know.”

  “Thanks. You really want to go back to bed?”

  I pulled the robe off one shoulder and she angled her head so I could nibble at her neck.

  “Mmmm. Yes. That’s exactly what I’m hoping for, my little runaway.”

  “And what do I get in return?”

  “This.” I took a step back. When I pulled on the ties, my own robe fell to the floor, my cock pointing north.

  “Jesus, Brock.”

  I couldn’t help grinning like a fool before her hands slid between my legs and squeezed. “Mmmm. You have an amazing cock,” she murmured in my ear. “But later. I’m very hungry now.”

  “Then you like what you see,” I said slipping back inside the robe and grabbing a muffin off the tray.

  “On second thought...” She dropped her own robe and I thought my dick would explode from the sight of those perfect breasts set high with two hard nipples just begging to be licked. I dove in for the first nibble, cupping it with my palm and pulling gently with my teeth.

  “Who needs a bed anyway?” she rasped against my ear. “Perhaps we should christen every room Hmm?”

  “Fuck yeah.” I pulled her into a kiss, hearing the breath whoosh out of her as I let my tongue explore the inside of her mouth. I could feel her heartbeat along my chest.

  She pulled back slightly and then inclined her head, still pulling at my dick. Nibbling on my nipple while sliding one hand along my chest, sharp waves of desire tromped merrily through my brain. The sensation drove me wild; I was so sensitive and my mind went blank when the nails of her fingers cut into my dick, giving me the first taste of pleasure pain.

  I groaned with expectation.

  It was spontaneous and Amy induced, which turned me on like nothing ever had. She stroked and squeezed, then raked her nails along the length. My cock was already leaking pre-cum as I ground into her hand, bucking at her touch.

  “Oh baby, Do that too much and I can’t be responsible for what happens next.” My cock was already leaking pre-cum. The wet sticky fluid coated her tiny hand, which she smeared along my belly.

  “While I do like the sound of that, I was hoping daddy would spank me?”

  Holy shit!

  “Naughty words for someone who was a virgin just yesterday.” I laughed but then sobered when she gave me a dark look.

  “But first…”

  Unashamed and unguarded, she dropped to her knees between my legs, but she couldn’t quite reach my cock, big as it was so she pushed me down in the chair. “You’re huge,” she said, her eyes big as saucers.

  “Take it, baby. Take all of it.”

  Like a snake, that hot baby tongue darted across my tip. I jumped. A deep heated rumble sizzled in my ears as I listened to her moan, enjoying the sensation. Then she scooped up my balls. “And these are big too,” she said simply like she was giving me a science lesson. “You know…the male sperm would die if they didn’t live inside these. Very useful. If a man didn’t have a scrotum, the human race would actually perish. Did you know that?”

  I didn’t answer because all the blood had left my brain.

  Five seconds later my cock slid past her lips, her teeth and gums, and toward the back of her warm slick throat. Little by little she took more of me in, only gagging once or twice as I entered her completely, holding onto her head and resisting the urge to push. I needed to be patient but I was like a dieing man, wanting that last kiss. That last bit of pleasure. Yearning to take it for myself. Grab it. Own it like a savage. I wanted desperately to come inside her mouth, force her to drain every last drop of me. I wanted her to swallow but part of me held back. Even if it killed me, I didn’t want to push her too hard.

  Moving up and down the shaft, taking breaks now and again to stare up at me, she sucked with more gusto than any porno queen I’d ever witnessed. One hand on my dick, the other on my thigh, she stared up at me, watching my reactions. Moist full lips sucked me like a siphon. I needed this. Needed her. Nothing else in the world mattered.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck! I’m gonna come. Suck me off, baby girl.” My cock hit the back of her throat as she milked me from the base with her other hand, slowly at first and then faster with more encouragement. “Oh god, that’s good. Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.”

  I bucked forward, one hand holding the top of her head. Pushing. Pushing. Swearing I would apologize later. When I pressed too hard, s
he mumbled for me to let go. The thing was I didn’t need to guide her. She knew exactly what to do but I was losing control. Losing control of all of me. Every atom of my brain. Every thought inside my head.

  “Ah fuck!” As my temperature rose I leaned forward, jerking my hips so she would take me in deeper. I went faster and faster. Grinding against the back of her mouth. Every sense fired on all pistons. “Baby, I…Baby…Ahhh!” My hamstrings tingled and I arced my back, the pressure boiling over as a gush of hot sticky cum shot out of me all over those perky sweet tits.

  She exploded into giggles. “Houston we have liftoff.”

  “Baby, that was fantastic,” I said, shaking off the last of my explosion all over the robe.

  “Mmm. Glad you liked it but next time I want you to come inside my mouth.”

  Hot damn!

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Amy Lynn

  It was Sunday, and I didn’t want to leave Brock. After making love most of the morning, we played chess in the afternoon, made grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. and then sat out on the deck drinking wine while watching two eagles overhead. I’d never felt happier or so deliriously at ease with anyone since my mother passed away. Now I understood. About my parents. About their love. I knew what I was missing from my life too yet I hadn’t known it until this weekend. It was Brock. Just Brock.

  After gloating over the last move he’d just made, he turned to me and said, “Want to go shopping?”

  “What?”

  “Shopping. You know like real people, not sex crazed animals.” He winked at me and I captured his queen, “Check Mate! And I am not a sex crazed animal.”

  He laughed. “Okay, maybe that was me. Well, do you want to? I mean we can go back to bed if you want. No complaints from this sex crazed animal.”

  “Oh no. Not this soon. I still can’t walk after that last time.”

  He gave me a sexy wink. “No problem. I guess I’ll have to start carrying you.”

  He rose from his chair and came around to the other side of mine. I half expected him to sweep me up in his arms and carry me off upstairs right then, but he didn’t. Instead he bent down and kissed me. “You sure,” he growled, nibbling behind my ear. My eyes closed over. “Um…” But then he stood. “No really, let’s go. I haven’t been into town in ages. There’s this little gift shop I want to show you and its open today. They have a florist in the back. Most places are closed but not the Brawny Bear.”

  I laughed. “The Brawny Bear? Are you the one who inspired the name?” I teased.

  A tremendous roar thundered from his chest as he hurled his arms toward me in mock attack.

  “Okay,” I said. “ I’m game if you are. Let’s go.”

  “Let me just get my car keys and lock up.”

  I watched him sashay back into the house, loving how his buttocks barely flexed inside his jeans, the confident steps of his stride. This was a man who took control, a man who could be a beast in the sack which also made him relentless in his profession. I didn’t doubt that in a dangerous or hostile situation—Brock was the type of man who never gave up until the job was complete. On the whole that was a good thing, a commendable asset in anyone who was a fireman, but something inside me, niggled at my nerves. I pushed the thoughts of his safety or lack thereof out of my head. For now.

  A few minutes later, Brock returned wearing a Dallas Cowboys football cap and a short-sleeved navy shirt that showed up his magnificent biceps. He opened my side door and we got into the Escalade. Soon we were careening down the mountain at record speed hitting every bump and pothole in the dirt road like we were a couple of kids. It was clear he liked speed and wasn’t concerned about the car.

  “Um can I ask you something?”

  “What’s that, baby girl?” He gave me knee a fond squeeze.

  “Why did you lock the door? I mean, I don’t see another house for miles up here. How could anyone possibly break in?”

  His lips thinned at my question. “I’m …careful. That’s all. It’s who I am I guess.”

  “All right. I guess I would be too if I had all that to lose. I really like the house.”

  “I’m glad.”

  “The one you grew up in? What was that like?”

  “Nothing special. Just your average penthouse.”

  Holy crap on a cracker!

  It was a beautiful day, the sun reflecting off the hills, the trees balanced by shades of green, ivory, and grey houses, most of them very close to the dirt road. As we came around a bend, he threw his arm across my chest and I plunged forward. We skidded to a stop, the tires sliding along the gravel and my head just missed the dash. I gasped, my heart thudding wildly.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah.” I rubbed my head.

  “Look.”

  Seconds later, a doe and two fawns crossed the road in front of us. “How did you…?”

  “I guess you missed the one peering through the bushes. When there is one there’s usually more.”

  “Wow. I guess we really are in the country now,” I said.

  “Yup, you have to be on your guard out here.” Sure enough, a half dozen more deer crossed our paths before we reached the bottom of the mountain making me grateful that I wasn’t the one driving. I probably would have crushed Bambi all over the road.

  Twenty minutes later, we pulled up to a quaint little gift shop and stopped the car. Brock went around to my side and opened my door. He made a sweeping motion. “After you…”

  I didn’t like shopping all that much but I loved browsing in places like this. ‘The Brawny Bear’ was written across the top of a large plate glass window. Bright foil-covered pots filled with hydrangeas, Gerber daisies, and a few exotic lily varieties flanked both sides of the entryway. A purple Mexican sage bush greeted me inside the door.

  “Mrs. Golisono…” Brock echoed from behind.

  A lady with pale grey hair and a green and white apron came out from a back room. She was holding some potted ferns.

  “Brock?” she said, her eyes wide with speculation. “Brock Fitzgerald, is it really you?”

  “The one and only.”

  “Why I haven’t seen you since you were a teenager. What a nice surprise.” She placed the fern on a table next to cutting sheers and coiled twine, and then eyed me suspiciously but didn’t make any effort to greet me or shake my hand. “Come here boy,” she said wrapped her massive arms around Brock’s hulking body. I laughed when I saw her kiss him repeatedly on the cheek. On tiptoe. I was surprised to see my all-powerful fireman blush scarlet red.

  “Stand back. Let me look at you,” said the woman. Her voice trailed off and her eyes grew sad as she let him out of her embrace and the two stared at each other as if they had some sordid secret between them. “I haven’t seen you since, since…” An uncomfortable silence hung in the air as I just stood there like an idiot. An outsider looking in.

  “No. On second thought, it was your college graduation.,” she said brightly. “That must have been what… ?”

  “Longer than I care to admit,” Brock said with a chuckle.

  She took off her apron and set it on a table. “I was just freshening up these flowers,” she said as if we’d asked her what she’d been doing. “You know I swear you haven’t changed, Brock Fitzgerald. Not one bit. Now you tell me what kind of magic serum you’re drinking and I’ll put it up for sale right here in my store.” She slapped a hand down on the counter. “We’ll make a fortune you and I.”

  Brock laughed. “If only….”

  “So what have you been up to?” she asked. “Big time lawyer or investment broker?”

  “Nothing as exciting as that,” Brock said, but he didn’t elaborate. It was clear he had other things on his mind, thank god. I didn’t know what to say so I said nothing. I was a little on the shy side but part of me wanted to ask what Brock was like as a little boy. Maybe I could save that for another day.

  “Listen,” said Brock, rescuing me in the nick of time. “Do you still carry
those quilts? You know, the ones made by the Amish. I remember you used to have a whole room upstairs….”

  “Oh god, yes. They’re my most popular items this time of year. I sell at least fifty every Christmas.”

  “Great. And the room…” His gaze lifted upwards scanning the wooden beams that echoed the floor below.

  “Right where it always was,” she said. “Follow me.” As Mrs. Golisono lead us up the old creaky stairs in the back of the store, I found myself wondering what she was thinking. Several times she stared at me, threatened to open her mouth but then shut it quickly. Obviously she was trying to figure out my relationship with Brock who hadn’t introduced me up to this point. I was starting to feel uncomfortable. And not only because of Mrs. Golisono. Why hadn’t Brock introduced me? Was it because this was only a fling and he didn’t want us getting too cozy with one another?

  “Here we are,” the older woman crooned. The entire room was covered in quilts or hung on clothes lines. “The twins are folded near that wall, the kings and queens just about everywhere else.”

  “Huh?”

  “The size of the beds, dear,” the older woman said, speaking to me for the very first time.