Perfect Collision

by Lina Andersson

  “Yeah?” I smiled, leaned over him, pulled down his briefs, and licked his dick—its full length—and he groaned. “Like that?” I asked.

  “Fucking love that. Jesus, baby!”

  I was straddling his thighs and holding his eyes with mine. I slowly slid higher up, almost holding my breath, hoping he wouldn’t stop me. He wasn’t moving, not a single muscle. Then I carefully did the same thing as I’d done the night before, rubbing myself against the root of his dick, but this time we were naked.

  When I felt the underside of his dick against my clit, I made a completely new sound. It felt so good. He was making similar noises, but still wasn’t moving, just staring at me. I had the biggest knot in my stomach, and no matter how great it felt to rub against him, it still wasn’t enough.

  I kept moving back and forth while holding my breath, still waiting for him to stop me, but he didn’t even try.

  It was so smooth; I loved how smooth it felt against me. Like silk or velvet over wood. I didn’t know if it was considered big, but it felt big and rubbing myself against it felt like… not enough.

  It was great, but I still had that knot in my stomach, and a need for more. I kept looking into his eyes, and moved even further up along his dick it. When his tip hit my opening, I gasped, and at the same time he grabbed my hips and groaned in a very thick voice,

  “Break! Break, oh fuck, you drive me crazy, babe. Break!”

  “No!” I gasped and closed my eyes. He was just there. I could feel him, and if I just pushed… “Pleasepleaseplease!”

  “Open your eyes, Katze.” His voice was still strained, and I did as he asked. My hands were resting on his chest, and we were both breathing heavily. “You sure about this?”

  “Yes, please! Please let me.”

  “Move carefully. It’s gonna hurt a bit, okay?”

  “I know. Please?”

  He nodded and loosened his grip, but kept his hands there, and I liked it. I always liked his hands on my bare skin. There was really nothing in the situation I didn’t like. So, I eased down, slowly, still looking at him.

  “Jesus, honey, you’re so tight. God this is good. You still okay?”

  I nodded. It did stretch a little, but it didn’t hurt. I tried rolling my hips, moving up and down on him.

  “Oh, fuck!”

  “Shit, you okay?” he asked again.

  “Yes! Oh, yes.” It felt great; I felt filled.

  Then it hurt, and I stopped.

  “Baby?”

  “Wait.”

  It suddenly wasn’t as great, but not exactly painful—more uncomfortable. I tried to move slowly, but it still stretched. Finally, I just pressed hard to get it over with, probably making some grimace, because Mac tried to stop me with his hold of my hips.

  “Vi? Shit, oh god.”

  Even while it was hurting, I found it funny how he was in between loving it and being concerned about me. He sat up, still holding my hips. I put my arm around his shoulders, then sank down till it felt like he’d hit my bottom.

  “Are you okay, Katze?”

  He was sweating, small beads were forming on his forehead, and his face was tense. His eyes were showing something between pleasure and worry. I stroked his beard, meeting his eyes. They were always so kind, he always looked at me with the most kind eyes. Warm.

  “Yes,” I mumbled and hugged him again.

  I rose again and even if it still felt a bit raw, it was… strange… and good, and… I hugged him tighter.

  I liked it.

  When I lowered, and he slowly filled me up completely, we both moaned. He ran his hands up my back, holding me close.

  I did it again and the chafing feeling was almost gone. It was still as if I was a bit too filled, but also good. I tried to move in different ways to try to find the rhythm and the movements that felt best.

  “Lean back a little,” he mumbled.

  “No, I want you close.”

  I wanted him close to me to feel anchored. This was just so big, and I needed him right there with me.

  “Okay.” He kissed the side of my neck.

  I kept up with the slow movements, then I leaned back a little anyway, since I wanted to know what he looked like, and his face was amazing. Closed eyes, his mouth slightly open, and when I caressed his face he smiled but kept his eyes closed. His hands were back on my hips—guiding me.

  I soon realized that if I let him, he made it feel so much better. Like he knew how I should move to make sure he reached all the right places inside of me.

  “Babe, you’re so tight and so wet,” he mumbled with his eyes still closed.

  My legs were getting tired, and he must have noticed, because he moved me around to my back and took over. His thrusts were slow, long, and deep. They touched my entire insides, making me feel all of him, and I was starting to relax.

  He hugged me tight with his arm around my neck, and his other hand took mine and lifted it over my head—interlacing our fingers.

  He pushed harder and there was no pain or chafing anymore—none at all. It was only good, really good, and once again he noticed I was ready for the next step.

  “Hook your leg around my hip, Katze.”

  And when I did, it got even better. I was amazed by how it just kept getting better. I squeezed his hand.

  “I liked that,” I mumbled.

  “Yeah? Let go of my hand, baby. I’ll show you something else you’ll like.”

  I did, and his hand went down between us and found my clit. He was right; I liked that. A lot!

  By now my hips were moving again, meeting his thrusts, and it seemed as if I just trusted my body, gave it control, it automatically made everything better.

  “Fucking hell, Katze,” he rasped into my ear. “I’m so close—you feel so good. Can’t fucking believe I’m finally inside you.” He kissed my ear. “So good, baby.”

  I felt it coming. It was different than when he made me come with his hands and mouth. It was slower, deeper. More from my core, starting from my crotch and traveling along the insides of my thighs and up my stomach. I threw my arms and legs around Mac, holding him tight. I needed him close again.

  “Mac…”

  “Oh shit, babe,” he panted. “Fuck, didn’t think you could get any tighter.”

  He shifted up to his elbows above me, but I didn’t like that and tried to pull him back down.

  “Mac, I need you close.”

  “Open your eyes, Vi.” It helped to see him, but I couldn’t keep them open for long, and he leaned his forehead to mine. “Jesus! This is…”

  He didn’t finish the sentence, but it didn’t matter, because I hardly noticed anything besides the feeling still running through me. Right to that knot, like, releasing it—spreading the ripples from it throughout my body. It made me arch and the intensity almost scared me. Then his hips started to move differently, more… uncontrolled, and he was pounding into me, but it didn’t hurt. It…

  I grabbed his arms, my back arched from bed.

  “Oooh…” That was all I could say until I almost screamed. “Mac, oh my god!”

  He thrust a few more times, really hard, before growling my name against my neck. A hoarse, “Violet,” then went completely still. I could feel him twitching inside of me, just like he’d twitched in my hand before.

  I hugged him as he rested on top of me. He was perfectly still, and I felt his heart beat against mine. He kissed my cheek.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Yes… That was… wow.”

  He rolled down next to me and pulled me closer against his side. I rested my head on his shoulder.

  “You’re a sneaky girl, but I love that you are. That was good. Unbelievably good.”

  I was glad he thought so; I’d been nervous about it. Just like I’d been about all the things we’d done—an excited nervousness. But as all the other things, this had been amazing. I felt relaxed, so relaxed, and I closed my eyes. I just needed to close my eyes a little.

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sp; -o0o—

  Mac couldn’t take his eyes off the sneaky tease of a girl sleeping on his arm. He had not been prepared for that, but fucking hell it had been good. He’d known it would come naturally to her, but he’d expected her to ask, not just sit on his dick. Not that he was complaining, not at all.

  After stroking her purple hair out of the way, he kissed her forehead, holding his lips there for a few seconds. She did a cute sound in her sleep followed by a tight hug.

  He could hear her receiving texts on her phone, but thought it best to just let her sleep and made a mental note to tell her. Instead, he reached for his own phone to set the alarm in case he’d fall asleep as well.

  He turned up the volume on the TV and found a movie he could watch while holding Vi. When the alarm went off an hour later, he covered her face with light kisses until she woke up.

  “We have to go.”

  “Okay,” she mumbled and turned to her back.

  “You sore?”

  “A little. Not too bad.” Then she moved her hand down. “I’m all wet!”

  “Spunk,” he said with a laugh. “Hang on.”

  He went to the bathroom and soaked a towel. She watched him when he came out, and he held it up and gave her a wink.

  “Want me to do it, or do it yourself?”

  With a shy smile, she spread her legs. Awesome! As he carefully dried her, he kissed her knees and smiled at her. She looked a bit concerned.

  “What’s up?”

  “We didn’t use a condom.”

  “No. Haven’t had sex without a condom in a long time.” He gave the inside of her thigh a kiss. “I tested a while back, so you don’t have to worry.”

  “Oh. Okay.”

  “I was going to tell you, but you caught me a little off guard.” When she blushed he kissed her stomach. “I’m not complaining, Katze, not at all. Just don’t want you to worry.”

  “Okay,” she said and closed her eyes with a content sound. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Sure.”

  “Can we still do those other things?”

  “Whatta you mean?”

  “I mean, even if we have sex, can we still do the other things?”

  “Babe, those things are sex, too, and you can bet that sweet ass of yours that I wanna do those other things as well.” He threw the towel on the floor before climbing up to rest on top of her. “So don’t worry. Not gonna start quick fucking you all the time.”

  “Good. I mean, it was good, but I like those other things, too. Especially when you give me head.” She snuck her arm around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. “And when I give you head, and when you use your hands, and—”

  He interrupted her. “Baby, you’re making me hard again, and I have to take you home.” He wasn’t kidding; she was getting him hard. She always did. “I meant it, if I ever start just fucking you, you let me know. I don’t wanna find out you dumped me because I was boring you in bed.”

  He stood up and pulled her with him. He needed to get her off the bed before it got out of hand. He found his jeans and t-shirt, and watched her as she slipped into her panties. She mumbled something, but he couldn’t tell what.

  “What was that, baby?”

  “Don’t think you have to worry about that.” She looked at him. “You’re really nice and… really good to me.”

  “Probably because I’m crazy in love with you.”

  She smiled at him and put her arms around him. “You are?”

  He cradled her face. “Very much.” She looked a little too amazed. “What? Thought I did this for just any girl?”

  “No, but I like hearing you say it out loud.” She stroked her thumb along the bridge of his nose. “I’m in love with you, too.”

  “You’re right, it’s nice hearing it out loud.”

  “And I’ve been crushing on you for a really long time.”

  “Yeah, how long?”

  “Since you came back from Kansas. Probably before that too.”

  She was blushing, but it was great to hear her finally admitting it. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t known, but he’d never seen the point in telling her. He figured it would just embarrass her.

  “I even drew pictures of you,” she said, and she was scarlet red by now and couldn’t look at him. “Didn’t get it right, though.”

  He quickly figured out what she meant. “Girl, are you telling me you drew pictures of me naked?”

  “Yes. Sorry.”

  “That’s nothing to be sorry about. I am so hard right now, and I need you dressed and on my bike before I push you back on the bed.”

  “So you’re okay with it?”

  “Honey, if I’d been able to draw anything more advance than stick figures, I’d have pics of you naked, too. I was stuck to just imagining you naked.” He kissed her nose. “Get dressed, and check your phone, it’s been beeping.”

  She dug up her phone from the huge bag she always carried around and smiled.

  “It’s Dad. He’s staying at the clubhouse and wants me to text him when I get home. He also adds that if I lie, he’ll take you up in the ring and make me watch as he beats the shit outta you.”

  He laughed and sat down on the bed to put his shoes on. “Better get you home then.”

  “Yeah. Probably best.”

  They were done not ten minutes later, and he felt her hold on to him harder than usual on the ride. He turned and studied her as she got off the bike, but she seemed okay. No wincing, so she obviously wasn’t that sore, and it hit him—they’d had sex! He’d been her first, and he really liked the thought of that. He reeled her in for a kiss.

  “Any chance I get to see those drawings of me?”

  “No,” she smiled. “Any chance you’re gonna let that go?”

  “No. Get inside and don’t forget to text Bear.”

  As always, he waited until she was inside before he took off. It had become a habit, and he needed to see the door close behind her before it felt okay to leave.

  When he got home, Mitch’s bike was outside his house, and he found him sitting on the stairs leading up to the apartments with a six pack next to him.

  “Hey, thought you’d be home around now.” Mitch knew about Vi’s curfew, and he was teasing the shit outta Mac for it. Constantly dropping comments about his big brother’s girlfriend who had a curfew. He pulled out two joints from his inner pocket. “Wanna get high and watch a movie?”

  “Yup.”

  He was in a good mood, and chilling with his blood brother sounded like an awesome fucking plan.

  “Brought cookies, too.”

  “You’re a good brother, Mitch,” he said as he unlocked the door. “Been a while.”

  “Yeah. Because you’re all busy with your girl,” Mitch chuckled as he walked in behind Mac. He threw himself onto the couch. “Not that I’m bitching about it.”

  “Funny, that’s what it sounded like.” Mac sat down next to him. “And I’m busy with one girl. How many girls are you fucking at the moment?”

  “No regular ones actually. Just the usual, casual things.” Mitch turned on the TV and handed Mac one of the joints. They both lit them up and leaned back. “Are you coming to Sunday dinner tomorrow?”

  “Don’t know, I might take Vi to some exhibition at museum if she gets off work on time.” Or he might take her home for more sex. Sex sounded a lot better than a museum.

  “You’re going to a museum?”

  “It’s about graffiti. She wanted to go, and it sounded cool.” He notice Mitch’s look. “What?”

  “Nothing. I think it’s cute.”

  “Shut up!”

  Mitch just chuckled, and they stopped talking about Vi and instead watched the movie while talking like they always did. Bikes, movies, comics, the current lack of fuck buddies in Mitch’s life, and some club business talk slipped in as well. Mac knew it was just a matter of time before they’d be back on discussing Vi, though. He was actually surprised Mitch had been holding off as long as he did wh
en brought her up again.

  “Out of curiosity,” he started. “I mean, I like Vi… I think. She doesn’t talk much, so it’s hard to know. She seems really shy, but how shy is she really?”

  “You’re asking about sex, aren’t you?”

  “Yup. She’s eighteen, shy, and I’d bet a million bucks you’re the first guy she even kissed.”

  Mac couldn’t help smiling. He was. He was the first guy for a lot of things when it came to her, and he liked that feeling. It felt like she was all his.

  “She’s not shy about that stuff. She’s curious as fuck and not shy at all.”

  “Oh, fuck!” Mitch groaned. “Curious and inexperienced means you can teach her anything you want. That is seriously hot. How did I miss her?”

  “Don’t think it would’ve mattered if you’d notice, Bear would’ve killed you. You’re a manwhore.”

  “True,” Mitch nodded with a serious face. “Seriously, it’s all good then?”

  He wasn’t sure how to explain how fucking good it was. “She’s… Man, I don’t know. She’s embarrassed about cute stuff like moaning too loud, and at the same time…” How the fuck could he explain the complexity of Vi? The things about her that fascinated him. Things he didn’t fully understand himself yet. “She has a nipple piercing.”

  “You’re fucking kidding me. Vi? A nipple piercing? Didn’t see that one coming.”

  “Somehow it kind of explains it.”

  They sat quietly for a while, then Mitch turned and looked at him. “I’m really happy for you, bro. She’s your kind of girl, and you’ll take care of her. I know you will.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Would you let her ink me? I want the Baxter family ink.”

  “Why wouldn’t I?”

  “Just thought I should ask. She might fall madly in love with me when she sees my defined six pack with the treasure trail of hair leading down to the goodies, and realizes she’s taken the ugly, hairless of the brothers.”

  Mac threw a pillow at him, but he laughed. It wasn’t much of a secret Mitch was considered the better looking of the two. At least as far as women were concerned. It’d never bothered him, and Mitch had made the most of his looks in a way Mac’d never been interested in. He’d never been much for casual things.