by Candy Quinn
I thought we were gonna be dead, my head spinnin’ as I finally let go of my death grip on Asher, and turned to Hank. I didn’t know what to say, I just wanted so bad to fix it. To make everything all better.
“Hank,” I breathed out, and I sounded relieved.
“What about the rest of these fellas?” Hank asked, gun still at the ready as he looked about at the hog tied bikers.
“Got ‘em all. Was just the one who wasn’t tied, and you took care of him,” Asher said, steady and showing only a little of his sadness through that stoic expression of his.
Hank looked about, then at Asher, giving him a steady stare before he put his revolver back into its holster.
“Since that’s done, maybe you won’t mind helpin’ me get these gents into my vehicle,” he said so matter-of-factly, and I thought it might be over for now. “That is, once you tell me why your face is on a wanted poster. ‘Cause that tells me I should be puttin’ you in there with these fellas.”
My heart froze.
“It’s not what it looks like, Hank,” I said instantly, wanting so bad to defend Asher and his honour. I believed him with everything I had, and I was terrified that we’d be separated. That someone so good and kind-hearted could be punished for doin’ the right thing.
“I took a girl from these here men,” Asher said, plain as day, didn’t even try to hide it.
I wanted to object, tell him not to give away so much, but it was no use.
“And what about that girls family? You never turned her over to them neither?” Hank asked, starin’ over his sunglasses at Asher, floutin’ the fiercely red mornin’ sun.
“She told me it was them who sold her for crack to begin with,” was all Asher said, plain and honest, none of the powerful conviction of his confession to me. But his fists clenched at the thought of it, and I knew his words to be true.
Hank stood there, sizin’ us both up for a while, that steady gaze of his so intense.
“These all of the gang then?” Hank asked.
“These, the two at the dance last night, and the ones already in jail,” Asher replied.
“Got the ones you left at the dance already, they’re in lockup,” he said plainly, still studyin’ us both.
It was a long silence until finally Hank broke the quiet.
“Well, you gonna help me get these four into the back of my vehicle so I can leave you two be sooner rather than later?” he asked.
The relief I felt couldn’t ever be described, not really. I’d anticipated the very, very worst, and was bein’ offered another chance. An opportunity.
I stepped away from Asher, closer to Hank, “And then what?”
“Don’t you worry none, Shelby,” Hank said as he began to pull one of the thugs up from the ground and push him towards the vehicle. “I’ve kept this place safe for longer than you know. They won’t be back to trouble us again,” he said, getting some renewed struggle from the man which earned him a belt in the back of the head.
I looked to Asher, still feeling stunned by it all. The lack of sleep, the panic, the fighting...
It was like everything in my body was turning electric.
By the time they’d got the bikers loaded up, the day was fully begun and bright. Hank stopped before pulling out entirely.
“Keep yourselves safe and quiet here, y’hear?” he said, and that was that. As if we weren’t caught up in some ridiculous train wreck of life. Between gangs and cops.
* * *
With everything done like that, we didn’t know what to make of right away.
Was it enough?
Could Asher stay?
It seemed like we had all the answers we needed, but they weren’t enough. Not close to being enough.
But for the moment, it was just us. Everything out on the table, what he was running from, all of his secrets, finally exposed. And it was a lot to digest, to understand.
We sat across from each other at the table, and it was like a weight was lifted and a boulder was placed on us at the same time.
We studied each other in silence a while, until finally Asher spoke up, his deep voice breaking the peace.
“I want to stay. Continue my work. Be with you,” he stated so succinctly. So firmly.
Before I could even respond, he rose up from his seat and moved before me. He extended his hand, took me by my own and pulled me to my feet against him.
I stared at him, hope bubblin’ up in my chest, though I couldn’t really believe my ears. The things he was sayin’, they were what I wanted so badly to hear...
I looked at him, though, and his eyes were earnest.
“I want that more than anythin’,” I murmured softly.
He swept one of his big strong arms around me, and it was like the comfortin’ sort of hold I’d not known in so many years, only different. Special in its own way.
“Maybe the cops come for me again someday,” he said, looking down at me as he raised his free hand and stroked his fingertips along my cheek, and back through my hair. “But I’ll take the chance to stick around with you, Shelby. As long as you’ll have me.”
My heart thud louder in my chest as I listened to him, watched him, feeling his hard flesh press against mine, and I knew I didn’t ever wanna be without him. Even if that were the selfish thing of me to do, and to want.
I licked my lips, looking at him seriously, “You sure about this, Ash?”
His big hard body was so still, his jacket off, leavin’ him in that worn sleeveless shirt. His hard muscles bulgin’, skin tanned and marked with the dark ink of his tattoos. He was like a rock, sturdy and dependable, I felt like he weren’t goin’ nowhere, ever again, then.
“I am,” he said, right before he dove down and pressed our lips together in an intense kiss, like nothin’ I’d ever known. His tongue workin’ its way into my mouth as we stood there in the kitchen.
I’d wanted it for so long. To know what his mouth’d feel like against mine, what he’d taste like, but the real thing was like nothin’ I could’ve imagined or hoped for. It was so much more. Like Fourth of July and Christmas all rolled into one, the excitement and happiness risin’ up in me like sparks.
I couldn’t believe it, but I pressed back against him, kissin’ him like my life depended on it.
We stood there, kissin’, makin’ out like we was kids. Or at least that’s how I felt, but big and strong and certain as Asher was, he certainly didn’t remind me of no fumblin’, sheepish boy. Those big, strong hands of his roamed over my back, my shoulders, on down to my hips. He even touched at my bottom as he held me.
He was firm and tender all at once, never quite lettin’ me shy away but never makin’ me feel trapped either. It was just like all the rest of the world slipped away and it was just him and me for the first time.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, tuggin’ him in close and smooshin’ my breasts against his hard pecs and abs. His breath was warm and tasted kinda sweet, and his tongue massaged mine.
His hands both went down, and in a brazen move he cupped my two butt cheeks and lifted me on up into his arms. He did it so smoothly it was like my whole body weighed nothin’ to him, and with those big, bulgin’ guns of his biceps, it probably was pretty close for him.
Asher strong hands held me there, safe and secure in his grasp as he felt my body, took such care in holdin’ me against him. It was like bein’ a girl again, up in my pa’s arms, safe and sound. But oh so different.
My legs were wrapped around his waist, for instance, and my skirt fluttered up around my hips, held in place around my ass by his hands as we kept kissing. My lips were goin’ numb and yet were filled with sensation the way he kissed me, and I let out a soft little whimper of need or desire against his tongue.
It got a deep, low husky growl from him in return. As if to show just how my big, bad man was so full of passion beneath his rugged, stony exterior. The heart of a hero beneath the surface of a fugitive.
He moved us over to the wall, pres
sed my back against it as he pinned me between him and it. His passions undaunted as he ground himself upon me.
And it was the first time I ever really felt someone’s manhood against me. It wasn’t at all what I expected, that firmness between my thighs, but my body seemed to know what to do and how to respond. It was growin’ hotter by the second, and I let out another moan against him.
I didn’t know what I was doin’. I’d always been a good girl, figured I’d wait for marriage, but I didn’t know what’d happen tomorrow, let alone in months — or years — from now.
All there was was that one night, that one chance to express our love to one another.
If he was taken away the day after, I wanted him for that one, sweet day. To know he was mine and wasn’t gonna take off on the run.
Asher rocked his hips, grindin’ our loins together as he held me there, his muscles showin’ no sign of fatigue as he kept me suspended between the wall and him. I felt out his bulgin’ biceps, his broad shoulders, let my hands wander on down over his pecs and abs until — without my even realizin’ it — my hands were workin’ at his belt buckle and jeans.
My body was workin’ before my mind could understand it, and my hips kept rockin’ against him, those butterflies in my stomach gettin’ out of control.
He was amazin’. I knew he had his secrets, but never would I have guessed that he was so much kinder than even I gave him credit for. That the heart of a tender hero beat beneath that proud lion.
With his belt jangling undone, he lifted me away from the wall, and before I knew it we were on the couch together. My back pressed into the cushions as he loomed over top of me. He kissed at my lips, loud, moist smacking of our mouths as he lifted my skirt to my waist, pressed back my thighs and let his pants droop from his hips.
“I need you,” he growled to me between kisses, his voice hard and rough.
It sent a powerful vibration through my core, like his words were reverberatin’ through my body, teasin’ every bit of it awake.
I looked at him, over the hard lines of his face, the fullness of his mouth, the softness in his gaze, and I silenced myself with a kiss once more, pressing in against him hard as my hands went to his tank top, tugging it upwards.
Together we shed the garment, leavin’ his bare, hard body on display before me, so I could trace my dainty fingers over the beautiful lines and curves of his tattoo work. Over the symbols I never understood. They were intimidatin’, though not in the way of so many ruffians. They weren’t crass or vulgar images, obvious and crude. No words I could see, but meanin’ seemed to rise up from them all the same, off his hard, sculpted body.
But they’d be a secret for another day...
He worked open my own shirt, peeled it on back and then deftly slipped my bra free along with it, faster than even I knew how to.
And I was exposed, my large breasts free of their confines, allowed to part gently in the center with the little tips hard and aching for his touch.
I licked my lips as I pulled away, panting for breath as I watched him take in my body, the palest and least exposed parts of my skin.
He brought his hand to cup the side of my breast, to knead and squeeze its soft yet supple flesh, to revel in its feel. He lowered his head and kissed ‘round the mound of my tit, skirtin’ the edge of my sensitive nipple along my teat.
He lingered there, experiencin’ my body for a long while as my fingers ran through his dark hair, until finally he wrapped his lips about my nipple and suckled softly.
I couldn’t stop the moan. It felt unreal, and so good, I could barely believe it. I breathed in, hard and fast as I watched him, his heavy body pressing into mine.
“I’ve never...” I murmured, embarrassed by it despite myself, and hoped it wouldn’t make him stop or have second thoughts. “I want to. I’m just nervous,” I added on quickly. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
He pulled back from my breast, letting my teat snap into place as he released. His deep, dark eyes locking with mine as his broad chest heaved with excitement.
“Don’t worry,” he husked. “Just relax,” he reached up, stroking my cheek and hair in that fond manner of his, our eyes locked as we savoured the moment. Until finally he took his hand away and reached down, tugging his jeans and briefs down, letting his manhood expose itself.
It wasn’t the first I’d ever seen, but lordy… I’d seen nothin’ like it. Not down by the swimmin’ pond, not in my imagination.
It was a big, thick, veiny organ that stood out so big and long before me. Its heft made it bob down, slap against my mons before it throbbed out straight from him again.
My mouth parted in shock, and I couldn’t help but be a little afraid as I watched it, that massive member, so large, all because of me. My sex slickened further and I whimpered his name before drawing in my lower lip.
My lashes fluttered as I returned my eyes to his, my breathin’ held.
Asher lifted my legs, parted my pale thighs and pushed back my knees. He leaned down between ‘em, kissed my lips as he angled his hips and let that glistenin’, purple crown of his prod at my cunny, trace along its slick, sensitive seam as he slowly eased in against me again and again. His careful approach so tender and cautious.
My back arched, and it felt so good. Like nothin’ my fingers could ever compare to.
Maybe it was just knowin’ it was him instead of me, or maybe it was somethin’ else, but whatever it was I held myself against him and took in these little, panted breaths.
I couldn’t believe it was finally happening, and I was so nervous and happy all at once.
“It’s okay,” I murmured to him softly, because it was okay. It was amazing.
He held our bodies together a moment longer, ground his bare length against my cunny and kissed at my lips. His tongue snuck into my mouth again, but when he pulled back his hips once more, it then pushed up so that the crown of his manhood prodded betwixt my cunny lips… and began to sink in.
It was a tight fit. He was a big man, in every way, and my lil’ canal stretched to fit his girth. And for his part, Asher let loose a deep, throaty groan as he sank on in. Deeper… deeper, stretchin’ me open, takin’ my virginity.
I’m not gonna lie, it pinched a bit. Felt funny, and it wasn’t all good, but honestly, it wasn’t all bad either. It was just weird. Different.
I clung to him like he could protect me from the pain, my breathing hard and almost a bit panicked, but then he kissed my neck, and it was like everything went away except for the pleasant sensations surrounding me.
His big strong arms held me close, and he began to rock his hips, slowly workin’ his massive shaft inside of me. Each time he rocked into me it sank deeper still, until finally I could feel the warm, heavy press of his balls against my rear when he sank right down to my very depths.
Asher filled me up like I never imagined I could be. Made me feel whole and complete, and it was only then that he began to build up his pace. His hard body’s rockin’ motions became pumps. The pumping of his hips slowly began thrusts, until the couch beneath us was creaking and groaning beneath our weight, and his deep, husky breathes reached my ear as he kissed, licked and nipped at my neck.
I’d never felt like I did with Asher, when I was givin’ away my prize, letting him do something I’d never even thought of lettin’ anyone else do to me. I hugged him, our bodies gettin’ warmer and warmer as we ground against one another, my legs wrapped around his hips to hold myself in place.
“Asher,” I moaned, my nails diggin’ into his hard shoulders.
The sun was up, but our bodies weren’t glistenin’ from the heat it created. It was the heat we created, Asher and I, together, that made our skin perspire, made us pant in the middle of the livin’ room.
My hands moved on down, fingers sunk into his tight, hard rear, leavin’ lil’ half-moon impressions of my nails as I clung to him through our love makin’. He pounded me harder, faster, buildin’ up our pace so that the pain of
my lost virginity was but a faded memory. Now there was only our two bodies ruttin’ like wild beasts in heat.
I know we hadn’t said it, and maybe it was too soon to know, but I felt like this must be what love is. I knew him, really knew him, and felt not just love and animal desire for him and his body. It was somethin’ more special than that. I wanted his mind, himself. The things that made him who he was.
I wanted that part of him more than anythin’.
My body arched towards him, pulling him deeper into my body with only a gasp of protest, my slickness easing his way.
Together we moved like that, grinding and undulatin’, pantin’ and moanin’, until I felt like I could take no more! It was then that Asher moved, as if he could read my mind. His hand went to my hip, and his thumb reached in, workin’ at my lady parts so expertly. He circled and pleased my clit, proddin’ it and makin’ pleasure lance throughout my body, like the perfect opposite of painful pangs.
“Cum for me, Shelby,” he said in his growling voice. “Cum with me.”
His sweet words...
His hot touches...
I was losin’ myself in more ways than one, my body needing that release. With all the adrenaline and worry and fear, I was ready to explode, and as he rubbed that slight little nub, I started tingling, and breathing so much harder.
And then it was like my mind went blank and I screamed, but only because I felt so good I couldn’t control it. My toes curled and my fingers dug into Asher’s firm ass, bringing him into me and crushing his thumb between our bodies.
My spine was arched so much it must’ve looked like it was about to snap. But on we went, his hard body poundin’ into mine as a wave of slick honey coated his manhood. And then… oh lordy, he toppled into the pleasure pit with me. His big ol’ shaft swelled, his balls tightened as they emptied themselves, and he blew such a thick, virile load of his seed into me that it’d put the horses and bulls to shame.
He roared out his pleasure as we both toppled into blissful oblivion together, hand in hand as we clutched one another. The two of us workin’ as one as we quivered and writhed and left our imprint into the couch beneath us.