Riding The Edge

by Janine Infante Bosco

  “I had a great time, Al.”

  “When can I see you again?” he asks gruffly.

  I want to say tomorrow.

  I want to ask him not to leave—for the night to continue and for me to remain in this perfect bubble, secluded from the uncontrollable horrors of the world. A safe place where a woman doesn’t worry about going to the doctor and relishes in the comfort of a man who has managed to make her feel more in a single date than she has her whole life.

  “I’ll call you,” I reply hoarsely as he lifts his arm and splays his hand on the door over my head, boxing me in. Moving his other hand to my hip, his fingers curl into my skin as he bends his head.

  “We get one life,” he murmurs.

  Of all the words he could’ve chosen to say…

  The keys fall from my hand as I reach up and wind my arms around his neck. Dragging his mouth to mine, I lean in, finding his lips. It’s a simple kiss, one he doesn’t immediately respond to. I pull away, searching his eyes and wait for him to say something. Instead, he takes a hold of my face and covers my mouth with his. The tip of his tongue traces my lips, prying them open. Discovering a well-kept beard is fairly soft, my lips part and his tongue sweeps into my mouth. My back presses against the door as my tongue touches his and takes that first taste.

  Immediately intoxicated by him, a moan escapes me as our tongues caress and explore one another. Pressing his hips into me, a growl rumbles through him and before I can object he’s pulling away.

  “Jesus Christ, Lady,” he pants, licking his lips.

  My chest rises and falls with uneven breaths as I stare at his mouth.

  “You’re full of surprises,” he adds. Taking a step back, he combs his fingers roughly through his hair as his gaze travels the length of me. “Here I was starting to think you’d fix me,” he continues. Seeming undecided, he steps forward, closing the distance he put between us. “You’re going to ruin me.”

  Not sure what to make of that, I look away and instantly he touches a finger under my chin, forcing my eyes back to his.

  “Tomorrow night.”

  “I can’t tomorrow.”

  “Trying to do the right thing here, Lady,” he hisses. “Be respectful—”

  “Come inside,” I blurt, smacking my lips together the instant the words leave them. Reaching behind him, he cups the back of his neck as he silently contemplates my offer.

  “Let me be clear,” he starts roughly. “I follow you in that house, I’m going to do things to you, Maria. Not just with my mouth but with my entire body and there ain’t no silk to be found here. We go in there together, we’re fucking. It’ll be hard and rough and the best you ever had.”

  I feel the heat rise to my cheeks as I tear my eyes away from him. Bending down, I retrieve my keys from the floor and turn my back to him. My fingers fumble as I unlock the door. Pushing it open, I stare into the dark house and draw in a deep breath as I step inside.

  I know what happens if I close the door. I’ll go into the kitchen, set the coffee for the morning and then take a shower. I’ll spend a half hour blow drying my hair and change into a pair of silk pajamas. I’ll crawl into bed alone and stare at the empty side of the bed before I eventually fall asleep. Tomorrow will come, and I’ll feel nothing but regret.

  Turning my head, I meet Al’s smoldering eyes.

  “We get one life,” I whisper over my shoulder.

  Stepping further inside, I leave the door open and the invitation between us.

  Chapter Twelve

  Closing the door behind me, I slide the deadbolt into place and turn around. Standing in the foyer with the lights off, I stare at Maria’s back, as she slides her feet from those sexy fucking heels of hers.

  The first time I thought about fucking her was when she was sitting across from me at the restaurant and trying to decide what type of wine she wanted. She crossed her legs and my eyes caught sight of her shoes. Pictures of her on her back, wearing nothing but those heels flashed in my mind and I was never more grateful for a checkered tablecloth in my life. Getting control of my cock, I pushed the illicit thoughts to the back of my head, reminding myself Maria wasn’t the kind of woman you fucked like an animal. She was the type you took your time with, someone you explored and eased into.

  As the night went on, I found her to be incredibly sexy in an inconspicuous way. She didn’t put any effort into driving me hot for her and I knew by the time we left the restaurant any plan to be a gentleman in bed was shot to shit. Therefore, I swore I wouldn’t fuck her—not tonight. Not when I felt like I was losing control. Hell, I didn’t even trust myself to kiss her, but that couldn’t be helped either.

  I needed something even if it was just a taste and the minute I got it, I realized she needed something too. More than that, I realized she didn’t need gentle either. She needed a filthy mouth between her legs and a man who could deliver on every dirty promise he offered her.

  “Do you want something to drink?” she questions, tossing her purse onto the small table. “I don’t have beer, but I think I might have scotch left over from last Christmas,” she says, padding down the hallway.

  Sensing her nerves by the change in her tone and the fact that she hasn’t looked at me, I follow her into the kitchen.

  “I’m fine but why don’t you go ahead.”

  Rising on her toes, she reaches into a cabinet and pulls out a glass. Moving to the other side of the kitchen, she fills her glass with ice and snatches the scotch from the baker’s rack. I don’t know why but that makes my lips quirk. Maria Bianci is a lot of things but predictable sure as fuck isn’t one of them.

  With her back still facing me, she fills her glass.

  Knowing what she needs and what she wants are one and the same, I also know she’s too much of a lady to ask for it.

  “If you want me to leave—”

  “No,” she interjects.

  Crossing the kitchen, I close the distance between us and place my hands on her hips.

  “I’m out of practice,” she whispers, dragging the scotch to her lips. Moving her hair away from her shoulder, I press my mouth to her neck as she gulps the liquor.

  “It’s been a while for me too,” I tell her, sliding my hands down her sides.

  “That’s not what I mean,” she stammers. “I don’t think I’ve ever fucked or been fucked and certainly never rough or hard.”

  Hearing her curse sends the blood rushing straight to my cock. Trying to ignore it, my hands slide around her hips, splaying across her stomach.

  “I’m an excellent teacher,” I quip as my fingers find the button on her jeans.

  “I bet you are,” she mumbles.

  Sliding one hand into her pants, I slowly draw the zipper down with the other. Her breath hitches as she places the glass on the counter and leans against me.

  “Let me take good care of you, Lady,” I gruffly whisper against her ear. “I would’ve bet the house you’d be covered in silk.”

  “Sorry to disappoint you,” she croaks as I lick the shell of her ear.

  “Don’t be,” I growl, taking her earlobe between my teeth. “Like lace too… it tears easily.”

  “You’re not tearing my panties, Al.”

  “Sure, I am,” I reply, sliding my finger under the lace. Finding her nice and wet, I smile against her ear. “Question is, am I going to use my fingers to do it or my teeth.

  “That mouth,” she moans as I hook my middle finger inside her pussy. “Oh God,” she murmurs, gripping the edge of the counter.

  “You like that don’t you?” I ask, adding another finger. “My dirty mouth in your ear and my fingers deep in your pussy. Tell me, Lady, tell me, how bad you want to be fucked.”

  “Oh God,” she pants, wrapping her hand around my wrist. “Stop, please…” her words are contradicted by her hand as she jerks my wrist, controlling the rhythm of my fingers. “I can’t… I’m going…”

  “Let go, Lady,” I order, sucking her neck. “There’s more coming y
our way.”

  The heel of my hand rubs her clit and the thread of control she was holding onto snaps. Winding my other arm around her front, I bring her back to my chest and hold her as she comes apart in my arms. Panting, she turns her head and reaches for my face. Caressing my beard with the back of her hand, she leans in and presses her lips to mine.

  “This is crazy,” she murmurs over my mouth.

  “You keep saying that,” I point out. Fixing her panties, I pull my hand out of her pants and turn her around bringing us face to face.

  “You just fingered me in my kitchen.”

  “Yeah and you just came on my hand,” I say, taking her arms and putting them over her head. “Now, the next time you do the dishes, you’ll have something to think about.”

  Pulling the tank top over her head, I toss it behind me and drink her in.

  “What?” she whispers.

  “You’re fucking beautiful,” I grunt, tearing my eyes away from the white lace bra and the pert nipples it barely covers. Smiling at me, she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra. Her arms fall to her sides and the bra slides off her shoulders. I step closer to her and loop a finger between her tits, dragging the cups away from her chest. Bending my head, I open my mouth around her breast. Her hands take purchase on my shoulders as I lap, suck and tease her nipple.

  “God, you’re good at that,” she hisses.

  Roughly pulling the bra off completely, I straighten up and wrap my arms around her. Dipping my head, I take her mouth, pushing my tongue deep inside her. I kiss her thoroughly, committing her taste to my memory. Suddenly, I feel her hands on me, traveling down my chest, pulling away my shirt. She makes quick work of my belt and unzips my jeans. Breaking the kiss, she reaches inside and wraps her delicate fingers around my thick cock.

  “Christ,” I grunt.

  “Take your boots off.”

  “What?”

  “I want you in my bed,” she declares, pumping my cock as she nips at my lips. “But you’re not dragging those dirty boots on my carpet.”

  “You’re fucking kidding me, right?”

  Sliding her hand out of my jeans, she leans back and gives me a look.

  She ain’t kidding.

  “I have an ivory carpet.”

  “Of course you do,” I growl, kicking off my boots. “Get naked, Lady.”

  Obliging, she shimmies out of her jeans, kicking them off at the ankles. Next, she hooks her thumbs under the elastic of her panties and peels them down her legs. It doesn’t get past me that she robbed of the chance to rip them off her. Making a mental note to tear them off with my teeth next time, I watch her step out of them. Reaching behind me, I pull my shirt over my head and the beast buried deep inside me snaps. With my jeans riding low on my hips, I grab a hold of her ass and hoist her into my arms. She cries out in shock but quickly recovers, winding her legs around my waist.

  “Which way to the bedroom?”

  “Down the hall, first door on the right,” she instructs.

  Pressing her hard nipples against my chest, she squirms in my arms and her wet pussy rides my stomach, driving me fucking crazy. I barely make it into the ivory and peach oasis that is her bedroom before I drop her on the bed. Watching her bounce against the satin comforter, I kick off my jeans and wrap my hand around my aching cock.

  “Fancy room,” I mutter, grabbing a hold of her ankles. Dragging her to the edge, I drop to my knees and throw her legs over my shoulders.

  “Gonna give me something to think about when I close my eyes?”

  “Lady, when you close your eyes you won’t have to think about me because you’re gonna still feel me,” I say before tonguing her sweet fucking pussy. Her gasp meets my ears and I go at her hard, licking her from ass to clit. She goes wild when I start sucking her clit, gasping and pleading for more. I lift my eyes, watching her arch off the bed and fist the comforter.

  “Promise… me…” she pants.

  Little does she know, I’d promise her the moon if it meant more of this… more of her.

  “You’ll never shave.”

  Giving her one more languid lick, I pull my mouth away from her and grab her ankles.

  “I thought you didn’t like my beard,” I accuse, rising to my full height.

  “That was before…”

  “Before what?” I ask, wrapping her legs around my waist.

  “Before I had it between my legs,” she hisses, dropping her head against the mattress. “I mean it, Al, I’ve got a new frying pan I’m itching to hit someone with.”

  Grinning at her, I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

  “I won’t shave,” I promise, bending to nip her lips.

  Turning to me, she pushes her fingers through my hair and cups the back of my head, kissing me hard. Reaching for her hips, I pull her ass off the bed and position my cock between her lips. Slowly breaking the kiss, I lift one hand to her cheek and slowly caress her soft skin as our eyes lock.

  “You covered?”

  “What?” she asks, trailing a finger down my bicep.

  The last thing I want to do is insult her, but every woman is different. I don’t know if she’s on the pill or if she’s gone through her changes already. What I do know is, the last thing either of us need at this stage in our lives is another kid. That thought alone is enough to send my dick into a coma.

  “Do I need a rubber?” I ask running my thumb over her bottom lip.

  “I’m on the pill,” she murmurs. “So as long as your dick is disease free—”

  Cutting her off, I cover her mouth with mine and drive my cock deep inside her. Her fingers curl against my scalp as I bury myself to the hilt and her tight pussy hugs every inch of my cock. Rocking my hips, I close my eyes and lean my forehead against hers, getting lost in the feeling of her.

  There comes a time in a man’s life when he becomes so consumed by the daily grind and the things trying to drag him down that he forgets how to live. He forgets there is more to life than his bike and the wind guiding it. But all it takes is the feel of a good woman, her touch, and her scent, to remind him there is more to life than responsibilities.

  My cock powers deep inside her as the room fills with the sounds of skin slapping skin and our breathless pants. Maria starts to writhe beneath me and I force my eyes on her, watching her body succumb to pleasure. It’s an image that will forever be ingrained to my memory, a scene I want to repeat over and over. Her moans fill my ears as her fingers dig into my ass and her hips roll.

  “That’s it, Lady,” I grunt. “Take what you need.”

  The wrought iron headboard slams against the wall and the mattress squeaks as I go deeper, pounding into her hard and fast. Her body goes rigid in my arms and I feel her squeeze my cock as she comes. A moment later, I grunt against her shoulder and join her, releasing inside her warm body. Collapsing on top of her, I wrap my arms around her waist and roll onto my back, taking her with me. Her head on my chest, I work my fingers through her hair and stare up at the ceiling trying to catch my breath.

  A few moments pass before she lifts her head. Kissing me quickly, she rolls off me and throws her legs over the side of the bed.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” I question, pulling her back down onto the bed. Wrapping my arms around her, I bring her back to my chest and nuzzle her neck.

  “I need to clean up,” she murmurs.

  Pausing, I release my hold on her as she meets my gaze.

  “Stay here,” I commanded softly. Rolling over, I climb out of the bed and pad out of her bedroom. Finding the bathroom, I take one of the fancy towels with an embroidered B on it and soak it in warm water. Wringing it out, I make my way back to her room. In the thirty seconds it took me to grab the towel, she managed to turn down the bed, folding the satin comforter on the foot of the bed.

  Smirking, I stride towards her and take a seat on the edge of the bed.

  “Couldn’t help yourself, could you, Lady?”

  “It’s a very expensive co
mforter,” she mutters as I drag the sheet away from her body.

  “Open your legs.”

  “I can do it,” she says, reaching for the towel.

  “Yeah, but I’m going to do it for you,” I retort, pushing her thighs apart. Pressing the warm towel against her, she stares at me as I take my time cleaning her,

  “Thank you,” she whispers when I’m finished.

  Setting the towel on the nightstand, I bend my head and kiss her softly.

  “You comfortable like that?” I ask, tipping my chin. “Or you wear pajamas to bed?”

  “You’re not putting my pajamas on me,” she argues.

  “I’d rather you don’t wear them,”

  “Oh, why is that?”

  “Need a few minutes to recover, Lady, but after that I’m gonna want another go at you,” I tell her, patting her thigh. “Move over.”

  Inching towards the other side of the bed, she makes room for me to climb in next to her.

  “Does that mean you’re spending the night?”

  “I’m not the fuck and run type,” I reply, wrapping an arm around her.

  “I have an appointment early tomorrow morning.”

  “I’m also an early riser,” I say.

  “Okay,” she murmurs, curling into my side. Grabbing her thigh, I drape it over me and kiss the top of her head. As I gently stroke her back, I can’t help but realize how content I feel lying here with her. For the first time in a long fucking time, I’m not worried about anything. My head is clear, and my body relaxed.

  The sound of Maria’s laughter causes me to open my eyes and glance down at her.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Nothing,” she says, trying to suppress a chuckle.

  Lifting my head off the pillow, she rolls onto her back and turns her head. Her body shakes with silent laughter. Taking her chin, I gently force her eyes to mine.