by Amber Burns
I decided to chance it, pulling away from her mouth and tracing the path along her jaw to her throat with my teeth and tongue. Her breaths came out in gasps in my ear, she didn’t try to stop me or pull away. If anything she encouraged me, her hands went up to my shoulders and into my hair. As soon as her nails scraped along my scalp, it was like a button was pushed. I tugged her into my lap, pulling her flush against me, so she felt the hardness of my dick between her thighs. I might’ve growled, I dunno, heat of the moment. I cupped a breast, feeling her fill my palm and wanting nothing more than to paw it out of her shirt and bra to feel skin on skin. I got no protests, only gasps and low moans of encouragement as I pulled my mouth along the length of her neck.
I made the mistake of letting go of her hips because it wasn’t long after I started exploring her that her hips started shifting and rolling against me. She was riding me through our clothes, pressing down and making it clear that it felt good to do it. We were dry humping like teenagers. I didn’t even bother to stop her; if anything I was just as caught up in it as she was.
“Can I pull your shirt up?” I whispered, not wanting to break whatever spell I had cast on her.
I got a nod, it seemed like it wasn’t enough to distract her. I tugged her shirt up, not trying to remove it but get it out of my way. I exposed the lacy white bra under it and tugged the shirt up to her collar. I wanted to taste every inch of her. I didn’t ask for permission when I pressed my face between her breasts, I just took advantage of the situation. I tongued every inch of her exposed chest until the bra went from a pretty covering to a wrap blocking what I wanted most. I shoved it up out of my way and latched on the first nipple that became exposed. Her gasps had turned into a moan, and the arching of her hips seemed to have stilled as I suckled on her. I decided to up my ante by cupping one cheek of her ass as I drifted to her other breast to give it equal attention. I felt evident dampness on her pants, if that’s not a sign of attraction then I don’t know what is. I slid my hand around to help her along, because as fun as it was to have her thrusting against me I didn’t feel like hanging the rest of the night with pants full of crusty cum.
Do I put my hand in her pants or not? I had a mouth full of tits, why not?
The pants she wore didn’t cling, I hand my hand in them and her panties in a matter of seconds. Either she didn’t notice, or she was so caught up with what I was doing with my mouth that she didn’t care. I cupped her bare heat in my palm, brushing the bush I felt there with the heel of my hand. It seemed to catch her attention because she gasped in my ear.
“What’re you doing?”
I let go of her nipple and pulled away so I could see her face, “Gonna make you cum.”
“We’re not having sex,” her voice was breathy, and it sounded like she was struggling to be stern.
“Nope,” I agreed. “We’re not.” I swept my fingers along her entrance, teasing her. “But I can make you cum without getting you undressed.” Her eyes fluttered, and her hips shifted against my hand. “Do you want me to stop?”
She took in a breath to answer just as I found the magic button she stuttered out, “D-don’t stop.”
I tried not to laugh, biting my lip as I watched her expression. I circled her clit with my thumb and very carefully, eased a finger into her opening. Her eyes closed and her brows drew together as I did, that was encouragement enough. I fucked her shallowly with my fingers, feeling her muscles clench around me each time I pressed into her.
“Do you like that?”
Her breath hitched, and she nodded, her hands still tangled in my hair.
“No sex,” I reminded her. “But anytime you want to do this,” I hissed at her as I worked another finger into her. “I will until you’re ready for full-on sex.”
She let out a low whine, and I could feel her cunt throbbing in my hand, she was so close.
“I want you,” she choked out, it was a whisper that I was sure I probably wasn’t supposed to hear.
“Next time,” I arched up and went from circling her clit to just swiping over it back and forth, trying to push her over that edge. “Next time we do something like this, I’m going to strip you down,” I growled into her ear. “I’m going to spread you out and lick this sweet little pussy until you’re screaming my name. Do you hear me?” She gasped out, trembling as she clung to me. “You want that?” She nodded, I think I pushed her to the point where she couldn’t speak. “When you cum, and I know you’re close, I want you to say my name,” I pressed my lips to her ear. “What’s my name, baby? Say it.”
It was damn near a beg from me.
Her arms came around my neck, and she squeezed me hard, “Sid.” It was a gasp, and as I curled my thrusting fingers into her I felt her tense up, “Sid!”
She didn’t gush into my hand, she melted still throbbing. She relaxed against me, hanging on and feeling good.
“You like that?” She nodded without answering, probably trying to piece herself back together. “So does that help me keep my boyfriend claim?”
She trembled against me as she laughed. I pulled my hand from her pants and was a little disappointed, I would have liked to do more, but I knew better than to push my luck.
“I didn’t mean for that to go so far,” she murmured against me.
“My fault,” I tugged her bra back into place then pulled her shirt down. It was a pity, but I knew we were done fooling around. “I got handsy,” I admitted.
“It felt good,” she sighed resting on me and against me.
“I aim to please,” I nuzzled her cheek. “I’ll make sure I make you feel good every time, deal?”
“That how you plan on keeping your boyfriend claim?”
“If it’s necessary,” I grinned. “I’ll be okay with it.”
She untangled herself from me, much to my disappointment, and stood on shaky legs. “I need to get dinner started. I didn’t forget about it.”
I stood, too, adjusting my erection and stretching out my numb leg. “What’s for dinner? I can probably help.”
“I was going to do some alfredo with chicken and noodles. That alright?”
“If I could get down on my knee I would ask to upgrade my title of boyfriend to something more serious. If you’re going to cook me Italian food and it’s good,” I’m a man that’s easy to please. But there are just some foods that I can’t resist. “If you got any hopes of getting rid of me you’re not gonna. That’s just going to keep me on you like glue.”
She led the way into the kitchen, “I’ll remember that.”
7
This chick was like being on cloud fucking nine. After that Saturday she made an effort to call me and text, she would swing by the club after she got off work and we would just hang out. Easy shit like chatting, and she would watch me work on bikes taking up Jimmy’s job of handing me tools while he would go on runs for parts. She warmed up to the bears that frequently hung out at the bar. By bears, I meant the hairy ass bikers. On Tuesday I had talked her into staying for dinner, and she ended up back there helping Cindy out.
The woman knows how to cook, too. After Saturday I gave her a serious look, “You ever make lasagna I will have to put a ring on it, and you’ll be stuck with me forever.”
“You’re saying that like it's a threat,” she stood beside me at the sink. “I’m beginning to think that I was crazy for being scared of you.”
“You were scared of me?”
“You’re not a barrel like Mister Tillman,” she said lightly as she dried, I cleaned because that’s how my mama taught me. “Your tattoos and beard make you look like you’re trying to be a bad boy. I see through it now.”
“Never judge a book by its cover,” I chided.
That night I hadn’t tried anything else, I kept my hands to myself and ended it with a chaste kiss. I wanted her wanting me, so I behaved myself. I made sure I did that every time I saw her when she paid me a visit. Granted, it was obvious there was something going on. I just wanted to be respectful
to her, I wanted her to be for keeps.
Unfortunately, on Wednesday, she got to see me on a low. It started raining that morning after I rolled in and it kept raining. At six when Madi rolled in I was in agony. I had my tens unit taped to my back, and I had taken my pills, so I was struggling to get out of this fog of pain that I was drowning in. Rain did this to me. There was something about the dampness that aggravated my damaged nerves and left me crying. I wasn’t even aware of her until I felt her cool hands on the back of my neck.
“Are you okay?”
I didn’t nod or shake my head, it was something in between.
“His dumbass got out in this weather,” I heard Cindy’s graveled voice. “The weather messes with his nerves and makes it hard for him to function. He’s been like this the majority of the day.”
Not a lie, but an embarrassing to hear her tell the girl I had just started seeing this, not to mention having her witness it.
“Can I help? Tell me how I can help,” she asked me, though I only waved a hand in the air. Really there wasn’t a lot to do about it.
“Take him home, put him in a hot shower and to bed,” Cindy instructed.
“Okay,” Madi turned back to me. “How do I get this stuff off his back?”
“Here,” the tens unit was switched off, and they pulled the sticky patches off. “Someone help her get him to her car,” Cindy belted out like a drill sergeant.
I don’t even think the woman served, but the way she shoved these men around, it made me question it. Thick arms hefted me up, and I was set on my feet.
“Can you walk?” It was Teddy.
I gave a nod and walked with his support, my left leg felt like it had a bit of drag to it. There was a downpour outside that no biker in his right mind would try to ride in. The lot was empty, and Madi had actually been able to park in what one might consider a parking space. We went out in it, getting soaked, and I was eased slowly into her front seat.
“You need to call your doctor about this shit,” Teddy growled at me. “You being an invalid every time it rains is ridiculous.”
I could only shrug my shoulders; I managed to get her seat shoved as far back as it would go. It was bearable enough that the queasiness that had been turning my stomach when I sat in the bar had stilled. She got in and gave me a look before pulling out of the lot. The ride was kind of a blur, I think drugs had finally begun to ease in. Vallum was an emergency prescription I managed to get from my PCM for times like this. Things still hurt, but it put me into a frame of mind where I didn’t care. I was told to use it when things made it hard to function. It left me feeling drunk, but not really. Had Madi not shown up I would have crashed on a cot that was stashed in the bar for guys to sleep themselves sober. The car eventually stopped, and I looked around.
“I didn’t tell you where I lived.”
“I brought you to my house,” was all I got.
She helped me out of the car, picking up my bag of pills and my tens unit and we both stumbled to her front door.
“You don’t have to take care of me,” I protested as she worked on getting the door open. “Not at all what I was looking for when I first hit on you.”
“You’ve already taken care of me,” I heard her murmur as she helped me into her home. She closed and locked the door behind us. She kept us moving, even when I expected to be dumped on the couch she led us into a little bedroom. “Let me take care of you,” it sounded like a demand, but it was muddled by my drugged head. “Let’s get you undressed and in the shower,” she said as she started tugging up my shirt up.
“You can get me naked, baby,” I helped her and sat heavily on the bed so I could work the laces of my combat boots. “But I hate to tell you in this state I’m not going to be able to put out.”
“I’m taking that to mean if you sleep in my bed you’ll behave?”
“I’d love to get hard just by hearing you say that,” I stood, kicking off my boots. “But the junk don’t work right this second.”
“Good,” she gave me a smile, and she started on my belt. “You won’t take advantage.”
My jeans were around my ankles with my boxers, and I should’ve felt self-conscious, no one had seen me in the buff in a while, and the majority of my lower half was good and scarred up. She didn’t give me the chance to cover up. Aside from her sexy blush, she had a professionalism that would do a nurse proud.
“I’ll help you get in the shower.”
The shower was cut on, and without direction, I put the heat on full blast. She had a walk in shower that was big enough to fit the both of us. I propped my hands up and turned my back to the shower head so that my skin and aching muscles would absorb the heat. I felt the relief even if the drugs fogged my perception of the pain. I groaned quite a bit.
When the hot water was gone, it was cut off, and Madi was there with a towel. I was dried off and I caught the sight of big green eyes behind her glasses.
“Nurse getting a good eye full?” I asked, and her blush spread down to her neck. I put my brow to hers as she was helping back into my boxers. “Just so you know,” I said as evenly as I could. “I will kick myself for this later for not copping a feel or something.”
She laughed, and she cupped my face, “If your stuff worked I would probably let you take advantage, Sid. I had no idea you looked… looked so good.”
“Hardly,” she walked me to the bed. “Pick a side sweetcheeks. Once I go down, I’m not moving.”
“I’ll let you take the side closest to the bathroom. Here,” she brought me to the side she was talking about, and slowly I managed to get on the bed. “Do you want the thing you had on you before?”
“Naw, naw,” I relaxed on the world’s most comfortable mattress. The bed sheets were soft, and they smelled so good. She tucked me in, and I knew I needed a ring to put on this girl. I felt her lips brush against my temple before I was down for the count.
8
I woke up on my left side, facing a door that was slightly ajar on an unfamiliar white wall. It was warm; I was covered in a sheet that was a pastel blue with a comforter that had roses stitched into it. The aches and throbbing were still there, I could hear the patter of rain on the window that was above my head. But, it felt like the pain was sleeping like I had been. I would have gladly dozed back off if my bladder hadn’t been screaming. I sat up and groaned because as soon as I was upright the pins and needles, throbbing and aching hit me full force. I just had to make it to the bathroom to piss. I didn’t want to piss myself in an unfamiliar place. I managed to get to my feet and hobbled into the bathroom. I did my business and noted the state of the bathroom. It was obviously a woman’s house, I definitely wasn’t home. Did Madi really bring me to her place?
I wandered back into the bedroom to see her stretched out on the other side of the bed. She wore a t-shirt and as far as I could tell that was it save a pair of white lacy panties. I didn’t wake up with morning wood, but the picture before me was enough to get my ole friends attention, despite the aches I had. I glanced down, must really like her to stand up, despite all this shit.
She made a noise bringing my attention back to her, and I hobbled to slip back into bed next to her. I watched her stretch, giving me a great view of her lethal little form. Yea, I had to admit I liked her as much as my cock did. She shifted closer and curled up against my side, I wouldn’t have pegged her as a cuddler, but here she was getting all snug against me.
I curled my fingers through the tangled hair the obscured her face then traced a line down her cheek. She took care of me while I was having a bad day, something that occurred on the occasion. I had joked about putting a ring on it before, but if she brought me to her bed without an afterthought about me overstepping boundaries that she wasn’t ready to cross, there was something here. This was more than sexual attraction. My chest felt tight as I continued to look at her. I don’t want to think about the L word, yanno the big L word. But it was there, on the tip of my tongue just looking at her. Fuck, I had
fallen full head over heels for her in just this short amount of time. I looked up at the ceiling, watching the slow spin of the fan.
What do I do about this? Do I say something? Do I swallow it and wait? Would it scare her off? The thought scared the shit out of me. What do I do if she doesn’t love me back?
I didn’t get to dwell on my fears, a hand brushed against my cheek, and I looked to her. Her green eyes were sleepy but beautiful.
“Do you hurt?”
“Not yet,” I swallow, still feeling the tightness in my chest. “I’ll need to take some medicine soon, or it’ll start up.” The word was on the tip of my tongue, lodged in my throat and it was ready to come spilling out like the word vomit it would be. I had to stop it, I didn’t want to face the fact that she might reject me. “Don’t you have work?”