by K E Osborn
“Willow?” Steel’s concerned voice slowly filters through my ears, but I don’t respond I’m too busy trying to breathe.
“Willow, slow your breathin’, babe. In through the nose, out through the mouth. You’re okay, I promise,” he says and then his arms wrap around me tightly. My head naturally falls into the crook of his neck and shoulder, and I wrap my arms around his waist and hold onto him needing some sense of comfort from the last half an hour in this place. His hand comes up and he gently starts to caress the back of my head, the tender motion relaxing my tense muscles and eases my breathing back to a normal rate.
“I’m so sorry, Flame. I never meant for you to be subject to any of that shit.”
I pull back and look into his ocean blue eyes. “I know. It’s just… this world… it’s so different to mine. I thought it’d be a little different, but to see women shooting ping pong balls out of their… um… girly parts…” he lets out a small laugh, “…and to see a girl barely legal sucking off an old guy’s… um, penis…” I duck slightly saying the word penis, “…well, this is not something I was prepared for.”
He exhales and nods. “I get it. This clubhouse has a lot of shit going on that I don’t like, that I don’t agree with, and that I don’t want you to see. I think it’s best if you don’t come here again. I’ll come to you, if you still want to still see me that is?” he asks suddenly looking unsure of himself. He starts to fidget with the pants he’s holding, and his gaze is darting around the room. It’s cute actually.
“I think that if I stay away from here, it’ll be fine.”
Suddenly the door swings open and a beautiful woman stands there in the doorway, her hair is long and fades from bright pink to yellow. Her stomach has tattoos of stars going up her ribs on her left side and she’s drop dead gorgeous.
“Oh shit, sorry. I heard you had a fight with Mad Dog. Just wanted to come and see that the cunt didn’t bang up that pretty little face.”
I blink and open my eyes wide at the way she talks, and my heart starts to race at the way Steel is looking from me to her like he’s worried about something.
“But I’ll come back later unless you’ll be busy all night?”
I look to Steel wondering why she’d need to come back later—she can see he’s completely fine.
“I’m sorry, who are you?” I ask. She smirks and chuckles walking in and right up to me then grabs my shoulders leaning in quickly. I think for a moment she’s going to head-butt me, but she leans in and presses her lips to mine forcefully and kisses me strongly. I flinch back as she chuckles and Steel groans pulling her back shaking his head.
“I’m Lunar, you must be the bitch he’s all cut up about. Nice to meet you, you do taste like strawberries.”
I raise my eyebrow and look at Steel and he smirks and shrugs tilting his head to the side.
“Anyhoo, I’ll let you guys get to whatever you’re doing. I’m here if you need me, Steel. Nice to meet you, Flame. Keep his cock nice and wet, he likes it that way. Oh, and lick his balls he likes that too,” she says walking out of his room. My mouth drops open, and Steel slams the door shut behind her breathing harshly out of his nose as my heart rate spikes dramatically.
Steel’s been with her… obviously.
How can I compete with that?
“So, she’s a club girl?”
He nods and rubs the back of his neck, his jaw tensing like he’s uncomfortable.
“Sooo… she has sex with the club guys?”
He exhales and looks down to the floor. “Yeah, she does.”
I nod and chew on my bottom lip. “Does she belong to just one guy?”
He slumps his shoulders and shakes his head. “Forget about Lunar, Flame. She’s friendly enough but she doesn’t know when to put a filter on it.”
I swallow hard as he hands me the pants and I take them from him. The cotton fabric feels like a grating sandpaper against my skin as everything is aggravating me right now.
“Flame?”
I take in a few deep breaths. “Does she sleep with you?” I ask putting the dreaded question out there as I step a leg into the pants.
He huffs and winces. “Babe, you don’t need to know this stuff—”
“Was it recent?” I ask, my heart jumping out of my chest and splatting all over the floor in a gooey, bloody mess in front of me.
I’m not sure why this hurts so much.
He’s not my boyfriend, so why should it matter?
“Define recent,” he says.
Exhaling, I slump my shoulders and look up at him as he winces. I step into the other leg of the pants and pull them up rolling the top over a few times so they’ll stay up. “Just take me home, please.”
He nods and exhales tramping to the door and gesturing for me to walk out. Taking a deep breath to prepare myself to walk back out through the clubroom, I take my first step, then another, and soon I’m hoofing it down the hall toward the room. Steel takes my hand and I don’t flinch away, even though I have mixed feelings for him right now.
We enter the clubroom and the party’s still in full swing. The music is playing and there’s men drinking and playing pool. A guy is pashing with a girl in the corner, and two guys are having an arm wrestle at the bar. It all seems pretty tame now in comparison to before. As we walk outside, the cool refreshing night air hits my face making me breathe a relieved sigh. I feel free of the stench of that place, and more like me again. Steel walks us to his bike and grabs a helmet for me, and I put it on. He steps in front of me and starts to do up the strap which I think is nice of him. There’s a sour silence between us and I can’t help but notice that were both breathing heavily.
He wants to talk.
I want to speak.
But neither of us knows what to say.
He turns putting on his helmet and then moves to get on his bike. I climb on behind him and he starts the engine. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I hold on for dear life as he pulls back on the throttle and we’re off back toward my villa.
The ride is quiet and it clears my head some. Being on the back of the bike and feeling the wind on my face is a good way to relieve the intense negativity. Sure Steel has slept with Lunar, sure it was recent, but I’ve only known him since Friday. That’s four days. So recent could be a week ago, but it could also be this morning. But again, I’m not his girlfriend, we’re not exclusive, so I can’t tell him that he can’t sleep with another woman.
Or can I?
Can that be a part of this relationship while we’re dating?
I wonder how that will go down with him. Would it be a deal breaker? I guess there’s only one way to find out.
The silence between Willow and me is deafening as I walk her to the front door of her villa. The only thing I can hear is the faint chirping of the crickets, and the thrashing of my heart in my chest. Taking her to the club tonight was a fuck up. I knew there was a party on, so the boys would be in all their glory and I didn’t think about it before I acted. I just wanted to get her leg seen to by Stevie. I wanted her burn to be okay. The insatiable need to protect her from harm stopped me from thinking about the mental harm I could cause her by taking her to witness the sights she’s seen tonight.
I’m such a fucking dick!
We arrive at her door and I have no idea what to do. I’m pretty sure after seeing what she has, and the awkward silence that’s killing me right now, that she doesn’t want to see me again. So I lean in and kiss her cheek. Feeling her silky skin beneath my lips for the last time sends a tightness through my chest as I clench my eyes tightly and breathe out harshly. Pulling back, I take one final look at her. She’s watching me drawing her brows together, and I mentally punch myself in the head and turn around to walk back to my bike.
“What? That’s it?” she asks her voice high pitched and laced with venom.
Turning around, I notice her arms folded across her chest as she stands her weight on one foot tilted to the side, brows furrowed, nostrils flaring, and
eyes glaring daggers right through my soul. It shocks me slightly. She’s obviously pissed off.
I raise my eyebrows at her and shrug.
She scoffs.” Well, don’t you think we need to talk about what happened?”
I swallow a lump in my throat and shrug again. “I just assumed you’d hate me and we were done. I’m surprised you want anythin’ to do with me right now?”
Her stance softens and she exhales dropping her arms down to her sides. “Maybe you shouldn’t be so quick to judge me? Come in for coffee?”
“Really?” I ask sounding more surprised than I want to let on.
“C’mon in biker boy.” Turning toward her door, she fishes around for her keys from her bag and finally opens the door.
Shaking my head in utter bewilderment, I take a deep, steadying breath and follow her inside. As I close the door behind me, I’m greeted by a running and squealing Petunia as she storms up to me and snuggles into my leg. Willow laughs as she follows behind and I chuckle feeling the weight of the situation lifting as I bend down to pet the tiny fucking pig.
Willow continues through the front room into the kitchen, and after making friends with Petunia, I follow her in to watch her putting on the coffee. Leaning my back against the bench she glances up at me and purses her lips like she wants to say something but is holding back.
“Spit it out, Flame.”
She exhales and looks away from me. “I don’t want to know how recently you slept with Lunar, but I like you, and if you’re going to continue dating me then I think we need some rules.”
I smirk and nod. “I’m listening.”
She glances at me and then looks away again like she’s embarrassed. “No having sex with other people.”
I chuckle and nod. “Agreed.”
Her body slumps and she looks at me and smiles. “Okay, now you make a rule.”
“You have to try something different every time we see each other.”
She opens her eyes wide and nods. “Okay… agreed. You have to do a good deed as often as you can.”
I chuckle and nod. “Agreed. And you have to do one naughty thing when we’re together just once, but I have to determine if it’s naughty enough to qualify.”
She laughs so hard her tits jiggle up and down and my cock twitches in my pants.
“Agreed, but I’m not doing anything illegal.”
I laugh and pull her to me wrapping my arms around her waist as she secures her arms around my neck. “Doesn’t have to be illegal, I can think of a few things that qualify as naughty.” I smirk and she leans in pressing her body flush against mine and smiling mischievously.
“Oh yeah? Does this count?” Leaning in she presses her lips to my neck and kisses it tenderly. I tense up slightly as my cock begins to throb. Licking my lips, I close my eyes as she continues to kiss my neck.
Clearing my throat, I chuckle slightly. “No, that doesn’t count. But you can keep doin’ it.”
She presses her body harder against mine and continues to kiss up against my jawline and onto my cheek. Her mouth trails along my skin until her lips reach mine. I press my lips against hers hard needing to feel her, kissing her deeply. Her mouth opens and my tongue finds hers as I move pushing her up against the kitchen bench grinding my now fully formed erection into her. She moans into my mouth and her hands rush up and into my hair.
Moving my hands to the silk of her shirt, the sensation of the fabric sends a shiver down my spine as I lift her shirt up. She suddenly pulls back and looks at me panting and pressing on my chest for me to stop. I do so immediately and pant with her as I stare in her eyes wondering why we’re stopping.
“Should we wait?” she asks breathlessly.
A groan echoes from my chest before I can stop it, and I regret it instantly when she frowns at me. Taking a deep breath, I centre myself and look at her with a half-smile.
“If you want to wait, Flame, then we’ll wait. But, just so you know, I don’t want to.”
She swallows hard and chews on her lip. Fuck that’s sexy!
“I never usually sleep with a guy after knowing him for only four days.”
I grin and pull her back to me. “Rule number one? Try somethin’ different every time you’re with me. Maybe this can be the first act of the rule?”
She swallows hard and takes a deep breath then leans in and slowly unzips my leather jacket.
I exhale and grin. “Thank fuck,” I say and crash my lips back to hers.
She runs her hands inside my jacket and pulls it off my shoulders, it falls to the floor as my tongue collides with hers. Moving my hands back to her silky shirt, I lift it up and this time she doesn’t stop me. Smiling against her lips, I pull back and lift it over her head then look down to see her wearing a white see-through lacy bra. Her pert nipples hard already as I exhale moving my hand in to massage her right tit. My other hand moves to my back pocket to pull out my wallet, and I place it on the kitchen counter next to Willow.
Her hands move to my shirt and she lifts it over my head. Regretfully I take my hand from her tit so my shirt can come off and fall to the floor next to my jacket. She looks down to my chest and her eyes graze the names across it. Her fingers delicately touch the ink and she smiles and leans in kissing me again. Grabbing my track pants that she’s wearing, I pull on them and she shuffles helping me as they fall to the floor. I pull back as she goes to take off her heels and I shake my head.
“Leave the red heels on, babe.”
She smirks, steps out of the pants leaving her heels on and grabs the hem of her skirt and pulls it down and off, leaving her in a miss-matched underwear set. Her knickers are a bright purple and I smile slightly as her cheeks flush a bright red.
“Sorry, I had no intention of showing you my underwear tonight.” She pulls back into herself like she’s embarrassed and I pull her closer to me and smile wide.
“I think they’re sexy, purple suits ya.” Licking my lips, I move my hands around her back and unclip her bra. She widens her eyes slightly but lets me do it. Her bra falls to the floor and her pert tits fall free. So perfect and round and real. Just over a handful. I groan as my cock hardens even more and stiffens along the seam of my jeans. Pushing my mouth back to hers and grinding my aching cock into her, she moans against my lips and moves her hands in between us, undoing my belt buckle and then my zip. I inwardly jump for joy knowing my cock will soon be free from its confines.
She grabs the hem of my jeans and pulls them down over my arse letting my cock finally out and she pulls back looking down.
Saucy little bitch!
She gasps and her hand flies to her mouth. I quickly look down expecting to see something bad, and all I see is my cock sticking right up almost against my stomach. I furrow my brows and look at her as a smile crosses her face and she starts to giggle.
“What the fuck, Flame? You scared me thinkin’ somethin’ was wrong with my cock. Why’d you gasp?” I ask feeling slightly unsettled by her reaction.
She looks up into my eyes and giggles again. “It’s… huge,” she whispers the last word and smiles so brightly it makes me chuckle to see her so affected by my size.
I laugh and shake my head. “You never seen a big cock before?”
She shakes her head quickly from side to side gradually slowing down to a slow shake, and a thought crosses my mind. “Are… are you a virgin?”
She laughs and shakes her head. “No! Trent, my ex, was a goody-two-shoes with a small cock, but he did manage to take my virginity.”
I smirk now knowing why she wants a bad boy. Her ex was all good now she wants a real man, someone with some edge and roughness to him. Well, I can give you that babe! I lean in grabbing her arse cheeks and lifting her up onto the kitchen bench. She squeals and giggles as I lean into her and step out of my jeans and boots leaving me completely naked in her kitchen.
Moving in, I press my lips to her neck and she moans at my touch. My hands make their way to her knickers so I rip the side of them.
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She pulls her head up and gasps. “Steel!”
I chuckle. “You want a bad boy?”
She brings her lips together and bites on them and nods slightly.
“Well, bad boys rip off knickers. Now scoot, so I can pull them off.”
She lifts her arse off the bench so I can pull the knickers out from under her leaving her naked on the bench top. My hand skims down her side and onto her thigh. I move in between her legs and push them wider apart as I stand in between them. She’s at the right height that if I wanted to plunge inside of her right now I could. Normally I would, but I don’t want to hurt her, so I’ll work her up first.
My hand glides up to her pussy and her skin is flinching and quivering with every millimetre I go. Her hands move to the bench, gripping the edge tightly, and I look into her eyes as my fingers slide to her pussy. She shudders as I trace the line of her folds. Her breathing is fast and harsh as I bring my finger in line with her clit. Pressing on it, she jolts and I love that she’s so sensitive to my touch. I bring my mouth to hers. I want to capture her moans with my mouth as she cums.
Circling my finger on her bud, I press harder as her warm flesh pulsates against my finger. Her breaths out of her nose are solid and fast and I know she likes this pressure, so I enhance it. Moving my other hand in, I slide two fingers inside her tight as fuck pussy. Her walls tighten around my fingers as I press on her clit and finger bang her slowly. I want to make this good for her. It’s all about the pleasure for Flame, not about getting me off even though my cock is throbbing and I already have precum forming on my head.