by KB Winters
“Shhh,” she said and slowly sifted her fingers through my hair until it was impossible to keep my eyes open.
Chapter Six
Annabelle
A sound woke me, and I blinked several times trying to figure out where I was and how I’d gotten there. The television was still on, playing some old movie from the eighties, and I knew I was at home, but the feel of a hot, heavy arm across my midsection startled me fully awake. I tried to get up but the hand tightened, and a familiar, leather and sandalwood blend hit my nostrils.
Wheeler.
Wheeler, who had somehow managed to make me see him as more than a random biker with a bad attitude. He was a man. A veteran. A brother. And the things he’d shared with me forced me to see him as a whole human being and not just a cock to ride when the mood struck, when things in the ER got a little too real. It was the last damn thing I wanted, to have sympathy for the insufferable man, but when the mild moaning began, I was powerless to stop my heart from breaking just a little on his behalf.
“No. Stop. I don’t know.” The moaning, that was what woke me up which meant the nightmare was just starting.
“Wheeler, wake up.” I kept my voice soft and soothing, the tone gentle the same way I did when a big strong man came in and needed stitches. “Wheeler.”
“No, goddammit!” The moans grew louder and the anguish was almost a living breathing thing in the room. The pain in his voice was palpable.
“Wheeler it’s all right. It’s just a nightmare, none of it’s real.” My hand went to his leg, rubbing up and down from his hip to his knee. “Wheeler, wake up.”
“Stand the fuck down!” His voice roared into the quiet living room, panic evident. “Take cover!”
“Wheeler!”
He sat up straight, nearly knocking me off the sofa before he opened his eyes. “Doc?”
“Yep, it’s me,” I said, my shoulders slumping in relief. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” he said on a low, guttural sigh. Wheeler’s voice was gritty and scratchy as he dropped back down on the sofa. “Just fucking fine, Annabelle.”
I ignored the shiver that stole through me at the way he’d said my name and squirmed to get free of his grasp. He was feeling surly and probably more than a little embarrassed that I’d witnessed him in a vulnerable position, but Wheeler kept his grip on my waist tight. “Where ya going?”
“To bed. Feel free to sleep right here while you can. Down here,” I said one more time just in case he thought about changing the rules. Again. I had to bite back a groan when he pulled my back flush against his chest and his cock because goodness, the man was big and hard. Everywhere.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I knew, and I felt my body giving in so my only hope was that my brain would intervene before things got out of hand.
Wheeler held me close and whispered in my ear, his lips brushing the shell of my ear with every syllable. “I tried Annabelle. I really fucking tried.” Before I could ask what he’d tried to do, his mouth was on mine, and I knew.
This was decision time. Would I give in to the shivers breaking out all over my skin as his mouth devoured mine? Or, would I push him away, denying us both what was destined to be a spectacular fuckfest? When his tongue slipped between my lips I knew the decision had already been made. I kissed Wheeler back, climbing on top of him like a monkey in a tree and wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. When he moaned into my mouth and grabbed my hips, I started to grind against him, feeling the hard ridge of his denim-covered cock right where I wanted him.
No, needed him. “Wheeler,” I panted as I pulled back, grabbing my t-shirt and pulling it over my head.
“Yeah,” he bit out as his hands slid up my hips to my waist and over my ribcage before those big, calloused hands cupped my tits. His eyes were unfocused as they settled on my chest, thumbs and forefingers lightly pinching my nipples.
“You made a valiant effort,” I told him playfully and arched into his touch. “Have a taste as your reward.” My own words were rewarded with a deeply masculine growl as he leaned forward and swiped a tongue over one hard nipple and then another. “Yes.”
My head fell back, and I closed my eyes, reveling in the way he grunted and growled with every swipe of his tongue, each time his teeth nipped into my tits. Wheeler was a man who didn’t have sex, he didn’t make love. He fucked. He fucked hard and fast and wild, and it was exactly why I couldn’t get enough of him.
Asshole.
“Such sweet fucking tits, I wonder if I put in enough effort if I could make you come just by suckin’ on ’em.”
“It’d be worth a try,” I told him on a breathless moan. “For the sake of science and all.”
“Right,” he bit the word out, sharp and harsh before leaning in again and sucking a nipple hard. So hard my eyes watered even as I arched into him, feeding the breast to him because I was a greedy bitch and I wanted it all. I wanted everything.
Then his hands were on the move, sliding up my thighs until he reached the bottom of my shorts and his fingers slipped under the lightweight cotton until he found my pussy, wet and swollen. All because of him. My gasp of pleasure sent a satisfied smile dancing across his face.
“Your pussy is always so damn wet.”
I laughed. “That happens when you play with her…oh!” One long thick finger slipped inside and my back arched on its own even as I slid closer, needing to feel more of him.
“Fuck, Wheeler.” His mouth was on my tits again even as his finger plunged in and out of me while I rocked against him, every other touch sending his knuckles brushing against my clit. “Wheeler,” I moaned.
I felt good. Damn good. But it wasn’t good enough and I tried to back away but he held me close. “Not yet.” To make his point, one strong hand held my hip while the other continued to strum my pussy like he was Jimi Hendrix, sending my pleasure up and up until I couldn’t fight him any longer.
“I want to see your face when you come, Annabelle. I want to feel the way your cunt tightens, ah just like that,” he groaned with a seductive smile, “when you’re close. The way your pussy leaks like a faucet when your orgasm is close.”
Goodness, his dirty words only made my pussy wetter and my nipples harder.
“Wheeler.”
“You hear that?” Two fingers plunged in and out of my pussy, the only sound besides my heavy breathing was the outrageously slick sound of Wheeler fingering me. “I love that fucking sound because it means soon, I get to see you fall apart.” Then he gave himself exactly what he wanted, and what I wanted.
“Oh holy fuu-uuck!” The orgasm barreled out of me like a tornado, whirling and tearing me apart inch by inch, while I shook and convulsed in his arms. I was vaguely aware of his words but the orgasm was long and eventually, I fell limp against his chest.
“That was…a good start.”
“Good? Now I know you’re full of shit, sweetheart.” Sweetheart was better than Doc but it was still a way to keep himself apart, which normally didn’t bother me. I didn’t want to think too hard about why it did, so I slid off his lap, moaning as his fingers slipped free.
“Too. Many. Clothes.” I was still breathless from the force of the orgasm. He grinned a satisfied smile as he tore off his shirt and tossed it aside.
“Better?”
Hell yeah it was. Wheeler, in his uniform of jeans, a plain t-shirt and his motorcycle boots was already mouthwatering and panty melting, but without his clothes on? He was pretty fucking god-like. It wasn’t just his much too gorgeous face with the sharp cheekbones and pouty pink lips bracketed by a strong, stubbled jawline. It was the whole damn package, the perpetually mussed chestnut brown hair, the honeyed skin from too many hours shirtless on the ranch, the tattoos that barely distracted from the scars at his side, on his back and chest.
“Much better, but you could have on less.” Last time it was a hard, fast fuck that lasted all night, but it was dark and we were insatiable. Tonight, I wanted to see him. All o
f him.
“Have at it.” His words were confident, bordering on cocky with his arms spread wide over the back of the couch. I loved it right now, in the heat of passion, it was exactly what I needed.
I kicked off my shorts and dropped between his legs, letting my hands slide up his thighs until my fingertips were on his belt, his button, his zipper.
“Hips,” I said and right away he lifted his hips to let me pull down his pants and I took advantage, taking them all the way off. Along with his boots. I feasted on the beauty that was Wheeler, even down to his long thick cock with the angry head, so hungry for what was coming next. “You are so fucking gorgeous,” I told him honestly, feeling my pussy clench tight at the sight of him.
His grin kicked up lazily on one side at the compliment. “Too much talking, Doc.” And there we were. Again. Back to the Doc bullshit.
“Annabelle,” I insisted firmly, taking his thick cock in my hand and stroking in slow, sure moves. “My name is Annabelle. Say it.” My gaze never left his even as my hand continued to work his cock, memorizing all the veins and the way they pulsed when he was turned on beyond comprehension.
Wheeler, stubborn bastard that he was, only grunted some incomprehensible sounds, and I squeezed his cock harder, stroking faster. “Fuck, Do—” His words were cut off abruptly.
“Say. My. Name.”
“Annabelle,” he bit out finally and I rewarded his obedience by leaning forward and swiping my tongue over the pearly bead of liquid at the very tip of his cock. “Oh fuck, Annabelle.”
“Even better,” I purred, enjoying having Wheeler at my mercy even if it was just for the moment. His cock was long but it was thick, making it a task to take him but I licked my lips with a smile and took him as far as I could, watching as he slowly came apart at the seams.
His hips bucked, and I knew I had him. I pressed, swallowing around the tip of his cock until they bucked again, nearly choking me.
“Fuck! Enough!” He grabbed my hair and tugged, which only sent more juices rushing between my thighs as I held my position, enjoying the way his cock pulsed in my mouth. His orgasm was imminent. “Come here.”
I stood with a smile and hopped on his lap, freezing when he winced at the pain. “Shit.” How could I have forgotten about his leg? His pain? That was the reason he was here, after all. “You can take it off.”
“Not happenin’.” His tone was firm, brooking no argument. At least not from a normal woman.
“Why not? I plan on doing all the work anyway.” To punctuate my words I slid my slick pussy up and down his cock until he gripped my hips.
“Annabelle.”
“Whatever,” I growled, disappointed and angry but so damn horny that the only thing I cared about was sliding down his cock until he filled me all the way up. And that was just what I did. I used Wheeler like he was my very own fuck stick, bouncing on his big thick cock as if my pleasure was all that mattered. I rolled my hips, bounced against him and dug my nails into his flesh, all in the search for my next orgasm. “Fuck, yeah!”
His hands gripped my ass cheeks hard, and I didn’t care. I loved that he couldn’t control himself. When his hips started to thrust up into me and fireworks shot off behind my eyes, I fucked him harder. “Fuck. Shit. Don’t stop.”
“Not. Gonna,” I told him honestly, rolling my hips so his pelvic bone hit my clit and it was fucking incredible. My body tightened as the orgasm started at my toes, rising up like an erupting volcano just as Wheeler slipped one long finger between my cheeks and into my ass, knuckle deep and intensified my pleasure by a factor of a million. At least.
“Oh fuck! Shit! Fuck, Annabelle!” His orgasm came out powerful, Herculean as his hips bucked up into me, sending his come splashing against my convulsing walls while my body vibrated with need, pulsing around him like she wanted to eat him whole.
As soon as our breathing returned to normal, I slipped free of his body, of his touch and grabbed my clothes. “You’re welcome to stay here tonight. Down here,” I clarified before giving hm my back and walking away. My body still humming with pleasure.
Chapter Seven
Wheeler
Waking up in a dark room with no fucking clue where I was shouldn’t have worried me as much as it did. But it had been a long damn time since it happened, and I was alarmed. But more than that, I wasn’t coated in a thick layer of sweat and my pulse wasn’t pounding while harsh breaths sawed out of me. Yanking the soft knit blanket off my body, I realized I was naked. Then I remembered.
Everything.
I remembered waking up to see a pair of big brown eyes, wide and worried in the dim light of the TV, looking deep into mine. Not only did I remember, but I knew I’d never forget the sight of Annabelle wrapping those lush pink lips around my cock or her riding my cock with wild, reckless abandon. Just thinking about it had my cock surging to life between my thighs. I smiled and pushed off the sofa, ignoring the twinge of pain in my leg and the phantom tingling that came when I slept in my prosthesis.
The good doctor was exactly the distraction I needed to push away the pain and the nightmares that wouldn’t stop for any length of time no matter what I did or what I took. But Annabelle, she helped somehow, and though I didn’t want to think on that too much, I did make my way up the narrow staircase where I found her in bed, covers kicked around her legs and falling half to the ground. Best of all? She was in nothing but a small scrap of plain black panties.
Without thinking I moved to the other side of the bed and slid between the sheets before gathering her in my arms. The soft, delicate skin of her back pressed to my chest and my cock nestled between her ass cheeks, tempting me beyond all fucking reason. Her soft, warm curves and that sensual flowery scent she wore combined with the smell of our sex lulled me into a twilight sleep that allowed unwanted images to creep in.
The vast desert wasteland filled with nothing but rocks, hollowed out vehicles and dead animals.
Dead bodies lying on their backs, eyes open and stuck in that last moment of horror.
Friends, coughing and dying, praying and begging for their suffering to end. Hell. Pure, unadulterated fucking hell.
The images were too fucking much and my hands tightened, one on Annabelle’s beautifully round breast and the other on the flare of her hips. I pinched her nipple and she squirmed against me, drawing my mind away from the images and to the way my cock sprang to life. A low, strangled moan escaped from her throat, waking her. Annabelle’s head turned over her shoulder, hair mussed in the moonlight and a small frown marring the skin between her brows.
“Wheeler? What are you still doing here?” She tried to turn to face me and I held her in place.
“Shh,” I whispered in her ear and pushed my hips forward. “You’re why I’m still here. This is why.”
She let out a little gasp of pleasure, and I smiled just before pressing my lips to that soft spot behind her ear, drawing out another, longer moan that had my cock hard enough it ached. When Annabelle arched into me, I grabbed her ass and spread her wide before sliding into her slick pussy, already clutching tight around me.
“Yes, Wheeler.” Those two little words nearly tore apart my desire to delay her pleasure. Nearly, but the moans and cries made it impossible not to slow down so I could hear more of her erotic music. “Oh fuck, Wheeler. Yes, oh yes. Fuck me.”
Hearing those words coming from her sweet, well-educated mouth made me fucking crazy.
One hand went to back to those beautiful tits, squeezing and kneading, pinching her nipples while she arched and squirmed under the force of her pleasure. One of her hands covered mine, encouraging me to apply more pressure.
“You want it hard? Rough?”
She nodded, breathless and panting though still moving her hips with every stroke of my cock.
“I can’t hear you, Annabelle.” The way her pussy tightened around my cock told me how much she liked it when I used her name, and just like that, I had another image of her sucking me off, and I surg
ed deeper into the slick heaven of her cunt. “You want it hard?”
“Yes Wheeler. Fuck. Me. Harder.”
At her words, I gave her exactly what she wanted. Hell, what we both wanted. While I kept up the steady pressure on her puckered nipples my other hand wrapped around her and gripped her throat, not enough to scare her but just enough to feel those little angel flutters deep inside of her. “Oh fuck, Annabelle. Such a tight little pussy.”
“Yes,” she moaned over and over, moving so every stroke brought me deeper and deeper inside of her. “More. Please.”
That final, anguished plea tore apart any remnants of self-control I had remaining, or so I thought. When one delicate hand slid down her body and settled between her thighs to play with her clit, all traces of control vanished.
“Fuck!” I pumped into her hard and fast and wild, knowing we would both be sore as fuck tomorrow and not giving a damn, not when she felt so good. So tight and hot and wet, I could stay buried in her forever.
No, not forever, but a long goddamn time.
“More, Wheeler. Please.” Her words were breathless and strangled and I felt my cock start to leak even as I pounded into her with everything I had, banishing any and every thought that tried to invade that wasn’t centered on this woman. Her fingers danced around her clit, the light touch brushing against me with every stroke. That was all I needed.
My balls tightened and my spine started to tingle. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. “Annabelle, I need to feel that sweet pussy squeezing me tight.”
“Me. Too.” She arched into me and my hand reluctantly left her tits and gripped her hip, holding her in place while I fucked away my demons and my pain, fucked her so hard and deep that I lost complete control the moment she did. Body glistening as her pussy convulsed violently around me, milking me and triggering my own orgasm that came fierce and powerful.
My body wasn’t my own. For the first time in a long fucking time, I didn’t give a damn. I tumbled down the mountain, burying my cock deep in her hungry body as my teeth sank into her soft flesh, hand squeezing her throat until she went limp even as little pulses continued to shake her body.