by Paula Cox
With her free hand, she pushes off of the chair and steps back a few steps. In the light, I watch her as she drops her hands slowly. They move down the top of her chest towards her nipples as she teases at them gently. Tory’s tiny fingers pinch at the small pink tops before twisting around the circumference of her round nipples. Her ruby lips curl to open slightly, as she sighs in pleasure.
I lean back and watch her, the growing urge within my pants pounds against my legs. Tory moves her arms and hands down towards her stomach and to her black, pleated skirt. With one slide down to the floor, past her black riding boots, it slips off of her with ease. She’s left standing before me in a pair of black panties.
I can’t take it anymore. I reach my hand out to her to grab her. She falls back towards me, landing square on my lap. I press my head between her breasts, as she lets out a surprised gasp of air. Using my hands to massage at her perky tits, I move them around my face and neck. My mouth opens to lick and nip at each nipple as it passes on by in its circle.
Tory rests her hand between her legs on my crotch. As I massage her with more force, she does the same to both her and me. Her thumb and her pointer finger work her own body while her other three fingers work the slit of my jeans. I stare up at her momentarily to see the new Tory take over. The softness of her is gone, as she goes dark, her entire features changing before my eyes.
I push her off slightly, giving me just enough room to remove my pants. The jeans wrap around my ankles, but I still have enough room to maneuver. She kneels before me, her knees resting on my shirt, as she removes the rest of my pants, socks, shoes, and underwear. With everything on my body stripped away, her hands move to my ankles, my shins, my knees, and then my thighs. My breath hitches in my throat when I finally feel the first fingertip wrap around my hardening cock.
Just like I taught her nearly a month ago in this very same room, she works my cock over with the palm of her hand. She remembers every move from the slow move upwards to the rush downwards. This time though, her strokes are long, confident, and totally independent. I let her take over the entire time, as I just sit back and watch her in complete amazement. This isn’t the Tory I met nearly two months ago. This is someone completely different.
Her brown eyes fire amber sparks, as she feels my cock grow in her own hand until it’s primed and ready for her. A smile comes across her face, as she leans over slightly and plants a few singular kisses on the tip. My head cocks backwards from the wet and warm sensation of her light touch. There’s nothing like her lips, no matter where they are on my body.
Tory places her hands on my thighs and pushes up to stand. She almost towers above me as she moves closer to me, unsure of what to do next. I take control, pulling her tightly. She lifts slightly off of the ground, enough that I can use my hands to spread her legs so that she again straddles me on the bar chair. Her feet don’t even touch the ground, so she holds on tightly to my neck as I return to massaging her tits.
After a moment of studying our bodies together, she looks up at me with wondering, wanting eyes. Her body relaxes, as I feel her hips begin to softly grind against my hard cock. “Like this?” she whispers. I nod affirmative as she moves her pelvic bone up and down the length of me. Her grinding is so deep that I can feel her wet little slit open slightly as it presses up against my shaft.
I stop her mid-stroke, my hands wrapped around her thick waist. “This is what I want,” I say, as I lift her off of me so that she floats slightly in the air. I position my cock so that it stands up straight right under her, a rod waiting to be sculpted. Tory bites her lip as she looks down. A bit of fear is a great thing, especially for a virgin like her.
“Anton…” She purrs, as I push her hips back downwards. Her wet pussy opens for me like a flower in bloom, as my cock pushes straight into her. A small cry escapes her lips, and her thin hands clasp around my biceps as she squeals. I can feel her nails cut through my skin, the pain and pleasure of feeling her flesh tight against my flesh mixing with her pain.
My thick, long cock fills her. It’s a perfect fit, like a leather glove. She’s wet, only getting wetter as we remain in position, feeling one another from the inside out. And then, she moves. It’s awkward at first. I can tell she has no idea how to maneuver in this position. But every little twist of her hips, her face goes from unsure to wanting more.
“Go slow,” I instruct her. “Like this.” I lick my fingers, as I place it at the top of her slit. My forefinger presses up against her clit, as she lets herself let go a small, mumbled cry. With my hand in place, I use it to guide her in a small, counterclockwise circle that moves steadily up the length of me. It’s slow, tantalizing slow. But it gives her every bit of me.
With each movement, I respond by placing even more pressure on her clit. My other fingers press the folds of her pussy so that she encloses my cock in a small pinch. She leans back, her own fingertips just balancing around my neck, so that she can watch the master work. The more she sees, the more she wants.
Tory’s breath picks up speed, as she speeds up her dance. Her hips are careening around me, as she takes me all in. Even the up-and-down movement makes it feel as if she is climbing a mountain. A little bead of sweat trickles down her head as she bites into her lip. Her hands fly free and press against her breasts, and I catch her in mid-fall. With her leaned back, she lets me push my weight into her.
I know she’s close. I can tell from how she touches herself with such intensity. She massages every pressure point, giving me an even better show than her stripping. Her hands melt to her ribs, her stomach, and her hips until they land on my hands. She forces my hand to cup around her clit. I push deeper into her, which sets her off like a flame.
With one primal, animalistic roar, she lets out an intense sigh that sends her reeling totally backwards, her upper back now resting on my knees, as I manage to hold on to her. I watch as she lies there, perfectly still, her hands at her head. Tory’s ribs lift up, as she tries to take a deep breath.
I am just about to pull her up and out, but she does the work herself. Her upper half shoots back up and her arms wrap around my neck. Our faces touch, as she pulls me in for a long, enveloping kiss. When she pulls free, she looks me square in the eyes, and, unblinking, she commands me. “Fuck me,” she says, her voice dark and luscious. “Please, Anton.”
I growl, as I pick her up swiftly and pull her off of me. She stands up, as she waits for me to tell her what to do, but instead, I pull her back towards the chair with her facing away from me. My hands push against her knees, pulling her legs apart so that my cock can slip in between the back end of her pussy. I brush her hair to one side as I whisper in her ear, “Bounce.”
Tory starts the motion, but I take over. My hips rise slightly off of the chair as I pound her from under her. Our bodies synch up together as my cock slices through the softness of her. Eventually, she leans forward, placing her hands on her thighs and lets me take her at my pace.
My dick barrels into her, stroking into her at unbearable speeds. The harder I push into her, the more her body opens itself up to me. Everything about my body goes warm and tight, as I feel every muscle in me tense up. I place a hand around the strands of hair that have fallen down her back, as I pull her head gently up to me.
I’m practically riding her, growling with each thrust until I can’t anymore. My body doesn’t give in or give out. It just lets go. Every bit of wanting, every single ounce of desire flows out of me and into her. I cry out her name, as I come, and the hands holding onto her push deeper into her body.
When I finish, I pick her up and lean her back up against my front. She turns her head to kiss me, but when we stop, I notice that she is looking paler than before. I touch her soft but cold skin, feeling around her jaw and cheekbones.
Her eyes strain, almost terrified, as she whispers to me, “I have to tell you something Anton.” She kisses me one more time, a kiss so powerful I have a feeling she thinks it’s our last. I hold onto her even tighter
, as she says the last two words I’d ever expect her to say to me, “I’m pregnant.”
Chapter 21: Off and Away
I can’t believe that I just blurted it out just like that… and there… after that! My mind is completely blank as I wait for the downfall. I mean, I know girls who have been knocked up by motorcycle guys in the past and it never ends well for them or their relationship. Either they get forced into some arranged, shotgun disaster of a marriage or they end up at a clinic with a bag of pills.
I don’t want to be like any of those girls -- ever. I want to be loved and to have a baby that is loved. Even though this is totally new, maybe a month old, I already feel like two people wrapped in one. And with Anton by my side, my family feels different. It isn’t those people back in the Walsh house who use fists and feet to get what they want. It’s two people who came together and made something wonderful.
But maybe Anton sees it differently. He hasn’t said a word in such a long time since I said it. He just lays there next to me, still panting from our love making. His chest caves in deeply with each exhale and puffs up with the inhale so that his tattoos hit the small bits of light coming into the back room of the Sunset. I want to reach out and trace each of those marks, but I am not going to even risk it.
Finally, he turns his head back over to me and looks me deeply in my eyes. I bite down on my lip nervously, waiting for his mouth to move. But they don’t. He has a look on his face that is determined, bewildered, and dark. It’s not exactly the reaction I had imagined getting telling my partner that I was pregnant. Then again, I wouldn’t have imagined my partner to be one of the baddest, most feared men in my dad’s motorcycle club…
Maybe it’s the way he looks at me unblinking and unapologetic, or maybe it’s the strange feeling of guilt coursing through my body at this very moment, but I say something even worse than the pregnancy announcement. I, shakily, reach out a hand to stroke the sturdy bone of his speckled jaw as I say deeply, “Anton, I love you.”
I’ve never said those words before, never had a chance to even feel that they were real. But here I am, telling my not-boyfriend that I am pregnant with his child and madly in love with him. “I do -- I love you. I wouldn’t be here right now, risking everything if it weren’t for this feeling that I am supposed to be with you. I know this is crazy. I know that I sound crazy, but I have to tell you it. I have to make you underst--”
He cuts me off, placing his large pointer finger to my mouth, and then replaces it with the thickness of his own lips. They are still wet with his salty sweat and my own saliva. He kisses me so hard that I feel the rush of blood deep in my bare loins. Everything sparks back on even though my body is so exhausted, so worn down from the energy spent confessing.
He pulls away for second, giving me time to whisper to him, “I love you, Anton.”
I half expect him to run, to say goodbye, but he doesn’t. He returns to kissing me, this time pressing his tongue between my lips. His body rolls softly on top of mine so that I can feel every inch of his skin to where his knees rest at my feet. He pulls himself up on his hands so that he practically hovers on me.
I lift my head up to him to take his mouth even further into mine. His breath picks up once again as he moves from my lips to my cheeks, planting small pecks against my flushed skin. His lips travel down my neck, between my breasts, and to my stomach where he rests his head on its side. His auburn hair tickles at my skin so that little goosebumps prickle at my hips. His large hands hold onto my skin as he buries a kiss at my bellybutton.
He looks back up at me and says, “Are you sure? 100%? Is this real?”
“Yeah, Anton. I took a dozen tests. They’re in my purse, if you want proof.”
“I don’t need proof,” He kisses again at my belly, “I believe you.”
I lay back, looking up at the ceiling. By the way he is touching me so gently, so securely, something tells me that this is going to be okay. Anton hasn’t told me he loved me back, but one thing at a time here. Just knowing that he wouldn’t abandon this baby because of his own pride was enough.
I reach down and press my hands to his face, pulling him up towards me. His body crawls over mine as our lips meet once again. The intensity is even more as we bury ourselves in each other’s mouths. My hands move down his back, feeling the protruding muscles, the distinct scars, even the flesh bruises. He’s taken so much for me.
Against my leg, I feel the brush of his cock. It’s still warm from our session just minutes ago, and I can feel the stickiness against my skin. But as my hands press harder, my nails just scratching at his spine, it transforms. It grows harder and thicker against me.
He pulls himself up to his knees and sits quietly on the cold, tiled ground, his body just to the side of mine. His hand reaches out as he pulls me up and over to him. Carefully, I straddle him just so that my head meets his and my sex only lightly presses against his. I watch his deep blue eyes stare into mine before he pulls my arms up around his neck.
I kiss him again, letting the waves that are restless inside me take over. Our bodies slowly move to our rhythm as his hands float to my bare ass. I feel a small squeeze as he takes in the fleshiest parts of me in his hands, massaging as he pulls and pushes. I reach a hand behind me just to steady myself from his force that rocks my entire body.
My breasts float to his face as he pushes me up and down his torso. When they brush against his lips, his mouth opens, taking in one of my tits. While one hand works my bottom, his other plays at the nipple, ripening it for the hot, moist lips. He practically smothers himself between the crest of my breasts, inhaling at the skin as his wet mouth sucks in my prickled skin.
With all of his energy caressing and controlling me, I finally lose balance. Both of us fall back towards the ground, his head landing on a pile of our clothing. I try not to laugh as I pull myself back up to his lips, my hands cupping around the back of his head and running my fingers through the small curls along the nape of his neck. He sighs before finding my lips in the dark. I kiss him once more, one long, pounding kiss, before sitting straight up and reaching a hand behind me.
It finds his cock almost immediately. It’s already hard to the touch, a warm rod ready to penetrate. Even from behind, it’s easy for me to just slide my clenched hand up and down the length of him. It stands up as I stroke, each movement growing more steady as I speed up.
When he’s ready, his breath hitched and his eyes closing tightly with pleasure, I lower myself down his body towards his member. I softly push it back down with my lips, kissing the middle of the shaft. My tongue joins in, tasting his flesh. He’s salty and smells of heaven. I go in for more, rotating open mouth kisses for full on licks of his cock.
A long, rumbled groan escapes his mouth and rumbles his stomach where a hand rests. I pull it away and begin to work his balls from underneath. I know to massage gently, softly pulling and circling my hands against the skin. They harden under my grip, just as his cock enters my mouth. I pull down my head towards the base, my tongue twisting as it travels. I make it almost all the way to the curls of his hairs, but I shoot back up. And then again, and again, and again like a machine made just for his deepest, darkest desires.
Anton’s hands find my hair and wraps it around his wrists. He pushes me down once more on his cock before pulling back, all the way off with a pop of my lips. I sink to my hands in knees, staring at him with a wide, toothy grin. “Come back here,” he calls, “I want you.”
I obey, crawling on all fours till my dripping pussy rubs against his wet cock and our lips find each other. I lift my hips up high, holding my balance with a hand just to the side of his head. He positions his cock just under me until I slowly lower myself centimeter by centimeter down. As I grow closers, his wets his lips and dips his head back in anticipation. His cock plows into me, thick and firm, pulling the skin away. My folds envelope him, taking him in.
His first movements in me are slow, sweet, sensational. It’s as if he is warming me fro
m the inside out. His hands rest lightly on the back of my thighs, moving the underside of my ass in circles as he forces my body up and down his cock. I push myself upwards so that I am just on my knees. It puts me in control as I ride him deeper into my flesh.
He lets out another long growl, but this time he cries out my name. Something wild takes over him as he quickly pulls me back down, his arm reaching around my back and pulling me towards him. His cock leans forward with me, the skin of my clit rubbing up against his hip. It’s intensity is overwhelming as I feel every bit of me tingle and tighten all at the same time.
Anton hitches his legs up behind me, making a cradle for my behind. He then launches off his legs and begins bouncing his cock inside of me. His hands guide me as my pussy moves up and down his shaft just as my hands did. This time, he goes up and down three fast breaks and then slowly pushes me so that I can feel every inch of him pulsate inside of me. We repeat this over and over again as he takes my mouth into his. It’s the only thing that keeps me from crying out at his punishing length.