Taming Blaze

by Paige, Sabrina

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “I’m so close.”

  “Wait.” He reached for my breast, pulling on my nipple as he squeezed my flesh.

  Hearing him tell me to wait nearly pushed me over the edge. “No, I can’t.” I could barely speak.

  “Wait,” he said. “Wait.”

  “No, no,” I couldn’t think. I had no control over my body. I was on the verge.

  “Wait for me, Dani,” he said. “Oh God.” Hearing him pushed me over the edge. From somewhere outside myself, I heard myself scream as he pulled me down hard on him, making one final thrust into me, and the sensation of him pressed tightly against me made me crazy.

  It seemed like time slowed down as he came inside me, his hands gripping me with such power I thought he would crush me. My eyes remained locked on his. I was lost. It was just us, him and me, and everything else melted away.

  When I finally came down, I looked at him, sweat beading on my forehead and running down my face. I wiped my brow with the back of my hand, and Blake laughed.

  “It’s warm, right?” he said.

  Never expect meaningful post-coital chit-chat from a biker, I thought, trying to hide a smile.

  “What did I say?”

  “Nothing,” I said, a giggle escaping, despite my best efforts. I’m punch drunk, I thought. Drunk on sex. Drunk on him.

  “What?” He thrust with his hips, pushing against me, despite being soft now.

  “Nothing!” I laughed, throwing my head back, shaking out my hair. “I just didn’t expect commentary about the weather after screwing you.”

  “What am I supposed to say?” He grabbed my breast, traced his fingers playfully over me, and I swatted him away, my skin sensitive to his touch.

  “I don’t know,” I said, laughing. I realized I didn’t have a clue. “What the fuck do normal people talk about after sex?”

  Blaze smiled. “Going to Home Depot in the morning.”

  I giggled, my index finger pointed against his chest, a mock stern look on my face. “You need to clean the gutters, mister. Wash the car.”

  The edges of his eyes wrinkled. “You have a PTA meeting on Monday.”

  “The kids have a field trip next week.”

  “I got a promotion at work- sold fifty reams of paper yesterday!”

  “No!” I said, laughing, my whole body shaking. “That’s fantastic, honey! Next year, you’re going to be manager at the factory, I’m telling you!”

  “Sally needs braces,” Blaze said, arching up to press his lips against mine. I felt a tingle in my belly, spreading through me. Why the hell was role-playing normal people making me hot? I was sure it said something fucked up about my psyche.

  “Johnny has football practice next week,” I said, gasping as Blaze cupped my breast with his hand, lifting himself up to take it in his mouth. Then he drew back, just barely, his breath hot on my skin.

  “I’ll drive him in the minivan,” he said. I clenched down around him, involuntarily, and felt him hardening inside me again. This is some fucked-up sex talk, I thought.

  “I’ll bake cookies for the parents!” I said, grinding against him.

  “We’ll put Bob in the Boy Scouts,” he groaned.

  “Johnny,” I said, rocking on him again.

  “What?”

  “His name is Johnny,” I said as I rode him. “Our boy. Johnny. Not Bob.”

  “Oh, Christ,” he said, his hands on my waist again. “Boy Scouts. Johnny.” He paused as he thrust into me. “I always get the oldest one confused with number seven.”

  “Number seven?”

  “Yeah, the youngest one.” He smirked.

  “Hilarious,” I said. “If you weren’t-” I moaned as he moved. “Doing this- oh, God- I’d be running for the hills.” I stopped. “In fact, maybe I should.” I pretended I was about to climb off him.

  “Oh yeah?” Blaze grinned. “That’s how you want to play?”

  I laughed. “Maybe so.” I climbed off him, and he scrambled after me, grabbing for me but missing me by inches as I ran toward the bedroom, giggling hysterically, the built up tension and the craziness and the sex making me euphoric.

  “Run, little girl,” he said.

  I squealed, collapsing into laughter on the bed as Blaze caught me, his hand on my waist, and pulled me to the edge of the bed, until my ass hung over the side. My giggles turned to soft moans as he gripped my thighs, teasing my entrance with his cock. He pressed against me and I gasped, letting out a “yes.”

  Blaze entered me, filling me up with one swift movement. Pulling my knees up against either side of him, he held them as he fucked me, thrusting into me hard.

  “Yes, yes,” I urged him. It was no longer funny, and I was no longer giggling. Instead, I was falling into him, wrapping my legs around him, pressing my calves into the small of his back, pulling him deeper inside me. I wanted him more and more.

  “Dani.” I felt myself going higher and higher as he whispered my name, over and over. He held my hands, and I dug my fingers into the back of them as he rode me, all the while whispering. Then he pulled my hands up above my head, pinning them to the bed, and suddenly, unexpectedly, fear washed over me like a wave. The momentary loss of control reminded me of the night with Billy, when Billy's hands were wrapped around my neck.

  “No, no, no,” I said, struggling against him.

  Blaze froze. "What's wrong?"

  “No, stop.” I yelled this time, pushing hard against his hands. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

  “What’s wrong? What did I do?”

  “Get off me. Get off me.” I couldn’t see his face as I scrambled up, running to the bathroom and emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet, but I could hear the bewilderment and distress in his voice. Breathe. Breathe. I choked, gasping for oxygen, and then dry-heaved, the bitter taste of vomit in my mouth.

  I felt Blaze behind me. Then he crouched down beside me. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t think.”

  I hunched over the toilet, my breathing slowing, my heart rate decreasing, more humiliated than anything. “You didn’t know,” I said. “I didn’t know.” I knew it wasn’t my fault for remembering what Billy had done, but I felt weak and irrational all the same.

  He stood, getting me a cool washcloth and wiping my forehead, then my cheeks, then my lips. “I should have anticipated that,” he said. “I’m so sorry.”

  Later, after I’d cleaned up, he snuggled up against me in bed, his arms wrapped around my waist. I was glad he seemed to just sense I didn’t want to talk about it.

  When I drifted off to sleep, my last thought was that I wanted to stay like this with him forever.

  I blinked open my eyes the next morning to light streaming through the windows and Blaze gone. Oh crap. Had he left, the way I’d left him after that first night in the hotel? “Blaze?” What the hell time was it? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept like that.

  The bedroom door creaked open and Blaze walked inside, plates and silverware carefully arranged on a breakfast tray in his hands. “Good morning,” he said.

  “What time is it?”

  “Only nine,” he said.

  “It’s so bright. I feel like I slept forever.”

  “I didn’t want to wake you. You were dead to the world.”

  “Oh my God. How long have you been awake? You’re all dressed and have breakfast ready? I’m a total slacker.”

  “I figured I’d make myself useful. When’s the last time you were waited on hand and foot?” Blaze grinned, setting the tray down on the bed and sliding in beside me. “Wait, no, I don’t want to know that answer. I’m sure all those Stanford boys are falling all over themselves for you.”

  “Hah.” I accepted a cup of coffee gratefully, sipping on it. “Uh, Blaze - about last night. I ruined the moment and -”

  “Say no more,” he said. “I wasn’t thinking at all. I should have realized it would affect you like that.”

  “But it hasn’t
,” I protested. “I don’t know why that happened. I haven’t had any bad dreams or anything. It was just so out of the blue.”

  Blaze shrugged. “Things like that are unpredictable.”

  “Yeah, but in the middle of sex and -”

  “Hey,” he said, leaning over and putting his index finger on my lips. “Life’s messy. It’s just how things are. It’s not anything you should feel bad about. My cock didn’t shrivel up and fall off just because we didn’t finish.”

  I grinned wickedly, looking at his jeans. “No, it certainly did not, did it?” I picked up the breakfast tray and set it on a desk in the corner of the room.

  “Hey! Aren’t you hungry?”

  I turned around. “Absolutely starving.”

  “The food’s - oh.”

  “Oh. Yeah, I wasn’t talking about that food.” I climbed back over him, unbuttoning his pants as he lay back on the pillows, his hands trailing lazily through my hair as it fell forward near his face. I made quick work of his jeans, yanking at the sides as he arched his hips off the bed to help me. “Oh, I see how it is. Hard already?”

  Blaze grinned sheepishly. “Girl, I can’t explain what you do to me.”

  “Good answer,” I said, maintaining eye contact with him as I guided him toward my mouth. I touched my tongue to him, tasting his saltiness, and Blaze groaned. “Not quite yet,” I said, smiling as I bent down, slowly and gently kissing the length of his inner thighs, hearing his breath grow more and more shallow. I took my sweet time trailing my tongue along the textured surface of his balls, taking one and then the other in my mouth like he was a delicious treat. Or, breakfast, anyway.

  “Oh God, that feels so good,” Blake said, hands running over my head, fingers laced through my hair.

  The words spurred me on and I drew my tongue down his length, then around his head, flicking it over the tip of his cock before finally wrapping my hand tight around the base and taking him in my mouth, only the tip, teasing him. My nipples hardened, an almost reflexive response to his taste. I shuddered, too aware of the dampness between my legs, my sudden hunger for him, more than anything else.

  “Dani.” He groaned as I moved up and down his length, taking as much of him in as I could, caressing him with my hand. “Oh yeah, that’s it.”

  Blaze pulled at my hair, gripping it at the roots, and rocked with his hips as he became more aroused. I moaned intentionally and heard him inhale sharply. I hadn’t realized how much I would enjoy this, having him in my mouth, taking him. Pleasing him. Having him at my mercy. I felt his body stiffen as he got closer to climax, and knew I needed him inside me, urgently.

  “Wait. What are you doing?” he asked as I pulled away from him.

  “Hang on.” I swung my leg over, facing away, and felt his hands on my ass, guiding me as I slid easily onto him.

  “Oh my God, that’s it.” I braced my hands on the bed, grinding against him, and Blaze kneaded my cheeks as he moved underneath me. As my orgasm built, Blaze grabbed a handful of hair, pulling my head back as I rode him. The sharp sting of pain did something to push me closer to the edge and I cried out, “Oh God, yes, Blaze.”

  I felt swept away by my pleasure, higher and higher, and I couldn’t think, lost in the moment. I could hear him say something but it sounded far away, and I came, wave after wave of orgasm washing over me. I gripped his legs, pushing my body down on his like he was my only tether to reality, and I felt him come with me. When my mind finally cleared, I turned, looking at him over my shoulder.

  “See? You’re not the only one who can cook up something good for breakfast.”

  “No ma’am,” he said. “My hat’s off to the chef.”

  “So, are you’re going to join me down at the lake?” I picked a grape from a bunch on the kitchen counter and popped it in my mouth. “God, I’ve been starving all day.”

  Blaze closed the cooler lid and turned, a grin plastered across his face. “That’s because of all the exercise you’ve been getting.”

  “I know. I’m going to have hard time walking tomorrow!”

  He swatted me on the ass, a gesture that felt playful and intimate. Then the thought crept into my head. Be careful. Remember who you are, what you’re doing here. I pushed it away. My doubts and fears were not about to ruin a perfectly good day at a beautiful lake with the hottest guy I’d ever been with. I’d been with attractive guys, but I was more attracted to Blaze than anyone I’d been with before.

  “Let’s go.” He tossed me a blanket.

  “I’m surprised you don’t have a little picnic basket, since you’re little Suzy Homemaker,” I said.

  “I should get a picnic basket, now that you mention it. Do you think they sell them at Home Depot?”

  I giggled. “Probably. We should take the minivan.”

  Down at the lake, we laid on a blanket in the shade, drinking wine from paper cups and eating sandwiches, hanging out like a couple of - well, a couple. I leaned against his chest, the soft fabric of his tee-shirt brushing my cheek. “This is nice.”

  “It is.” Blaze stroked my hair, the rhythmic movement almost hypnotic.

  “It’s not going to be so nice when we go back.”

  “Nope.” He was silent, and I wondered if he was as reluctant to return to reality as I was. It was a nice break, playing house up here, and part of me didn’t want it to end. Part of me fantasized that he could be my escape. But I knew that was not the case, and I would have to deal with reality soon. A feeling of darkness settled over me as I thought about returning to reality, and I tried to shake it off.

  “Hey.” I looked at Blaze, his eyes closed, every muscle in his face relaxed. He grunted a response.

  “How cold is the lake?”

  “Fucking cold.”

  “Well, good thing it’s fucking warm outside.” I jumped to my feet, flashing him a wicked grin. “It’s swimmable, right?”

  “Never tried. I mean, it’s not an actual lake - just a little pond. I’m sure it’s okay to swim in.” He shielded his eyes. “What the hell are you doing? You’re going to freeze your tits off in there.”

  I laughed, pulling my sundress over my head and leaving a trail of clothing behind me as I walked to the water. “Are you going to just lay there and watch?”

  “Aw, hell,” Blaze yelled, and I turned my back to him and closed my eyes, my face to the sun, luxuriating in the warmth on my naked body. I was free, for the first time ever. I wanted to bottle the feeling, to be able to drink from it when I was back in the real world.

  I dipped my toes in the water. “Holy shit, it’s cold!”

  “I told you!” Blaze yelled from the picnic blanket, where he was stripping off his boxers. I watched him, drank in his nakedness, trying to etch it on my brain.

  “I’m going in!” Walking in deeper, I braced myself. “Nope, it’s not that bad!” I yelled. Of all the things I’d done in my life, this would be my first time skinny-dipping with a biker.

  Blaze ran down to the lake, hand cupped protectively over his dick. He dipped a toe in the water, then drew back his leg. “Jesus, girl, you’re crazy! My balls are going to be the size of peanuts in here.”

  “For a big dirty biker, you’re kind of a crybaby.” I kicked back, floating, my nipples poking up through the surface of the water. "But I think my nipples might be hard enough to cut glass."

  “Crybaby, huh? You better be able to swim fast.” Blaze waded out deeper, then dove in, cutting through the water toward me, and I shrieked as he came up and stood chest deep in the lake. He grabbed me, pulled me against him, covered my mouth with his. We stayed there, his arms wrapped around me, silent, until the chill of the water became uncomfortable.

  “I think my lips are blue,” I said, shivering, despite the warmth of his body.

  “Let me see.” Blaze kissed me gently, pulling my lower lip between his teeth. “I think they are blue,” he whispered.

  “What do you suggest?”

  “You definitely need warmed up.”


  “However will you warm me up?”

  “I think I might have an idea.” He pulled me with him, walking backwards in the water until it was shallow, then slid one hand under my knees and the other on my back to pick me up.

  I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Don’t fall!”

  “I’ve got you. Don’t worry.” He laid me down on the blanket, and I shivered at the chill of the air on my wet skin, despite the warm temperature.

  “I wish we’d brought towels.”

  “I think I know just what you need to get warm,” Blaze said. Then he was on me, his body slick with the lake water, hands running down me, covering me, warming me with his touch.

  I am getting way too used to this, I thought as he kissed his way down my stomach. I felt the warmth of his mouth between my legs and then I shivered, but not from the cold.

  “I love the way you taste,” he said as he buried his head between my legs, his tongue swirling over my clit, bringing me higher.

  “Now, please,” I begged, my hands on his head, pulling him up. I wanted him inside me. Blaze climbed over me, his eyes on mine as he plunged himself into me, and I wrapped my legs around his back, pulling him as close to me as I could get him. It was exhilarating being with him, sleeping with him, even if the sex so far was about as vanilla as it could get compared to the craziness I had experienced in high school and college. It was funny how the most normal vanilla sex with someone I liked was a million times more satisfying than all the crazy shit from someone who pushed my buttons but who I didn't care about.

  Blaze moaned, and I watched his face as he got closer and closer. I liked him, I thought. Very much. When he made a little grunting noise, I knew he was close, and I stopped holding back.

  Afterward, he stayed there inside me, stroking my hair and running his fingers down my arm as he looked at me. Around us, the rustling of the trees and the birds were the only sounds, a natural background of white noise. Except for a sudden rumbling sound in the distance, getting louder.