by London Casey
“Slade. Fuck, Slade.”
“That’s right,” I growled. “Come all over me right now. And then you’re going to answer my fucking question.”
I rubbed my thumb left to right, feeling the nub of her clit. My fingers dug into her, curling, feeling warm depths that my cock would easily surpass. It took no more than four thrusts of my fingers to bring her climax. Just like before. I knew exactly how she wanted it, needed it, and desired it. Goddammit, we should have never been apart.
“I’m... I’m coming,” she managed to say.
I put my lips an inch from hers. “I know, beautiful, I can feel it.”
I then kissed her, letting her groan into my mouth. I made a swirling motion with my fingers inside her pussy and made the same motion with my thumb against her clit. I stayed right there with her, touching her, kissing her, feeling her pour all over me. Christ, I had never met a woman who got as wet as Liv did.
I kissed down her neck, easing my grip from between her legs. I touched her hip as my teeth grazed the skin of her neck. I kissed to her ear.
“Tell me,” I said.
“Two,” she purred. “Okay? Two.”
“Two men, that’s it?”
“That’s it,” she said. “Okay? You... and...”
“Walker.”
“Yeah.”
“Christ, beautiful, you’re virginal still.”
“It’s not the same unless it’s you.”
“Oh, I’m here now, Liv,” I said.
I wanted to promise more than now to her, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t hurt her with promises that ended up as lies. It wasn’t fair to her.
What was fair though was to keep going with what we had started.
I slid her back on the hood of the car. I grabbed her ankles and lifted them. Gently, I forced her jeans and shoes off at the same time. There was nothing like the sight of a beautiful woman in nothing but socks. I ran my hands up her legs, over her knees, down between her thighs. Her legs parted some more, offering herself to me. I could see a wet spot at the center of her panties, her sweet release so fresh. My fingers touched her panties and my fingertips curled around the top. I peeled them away from her succulent center and saw her bare pussy. Her thin lips moist, curling open, ready for me. Her flower bloomed, my mouth thirsting for her nectar.
I didn’t have time or care to waste with sliding her panties down her legs and off. I wanted her right fucking now. I grabbed the panties and ripped them like they were a piece of paper. Liv let out a gasp at the ripping sound. Now they just dangled off her left leg. My hands returned to her inner thighs and I opened her legs even more. I came forward and let out a warm breath that spread across her slit. Her hips instantly started to buck, muscles flexing, her body throbbing for me. Her pearly clit was engorged, ready for some attention.
So that’s where I decided to start.
My lips flirted with her clit, her beautiful scent filling my nose and mouth. I kissed her, feeling her jump. My tongue came forward and made a circle around her and then went for the kill. I tightened my lips around her clit and sucked, pulling until her ass was off the hood of the car, one of her hands grabbing at my hair.
I let her go with a pop sound and looked at her. “Scream for me.”
I went back again for seconds.
I sucked even harder. Liv thrust and lifted again. She let out a whimper.
Not good enough, beautiful. Open for me.
I opened my mouth and ran my tongue up and down, faster by the second, feeling her clit rolling against the tip of my tongue. I worked her into a rhythm, bringing that wild sexual side of her to life again. She started to rock herself up and down. She moved so fast that I stopped moving and let her fuck herself with my tongue.
My cock was so full and pressed against my jeans so hard, the head of my cock was being squeezed and felt ready to explode. I reached down with one hand and opened my jeans. I pushed them down and let my dick ride free.
I started to move my tongue again, going bottom to top of her entire pussy, savoring her sweet folds, the throb of her hole, the feel of her beautiful body. I placed my entire mouth over her and demanded all the juice from her.
“Slade!” Liv yelled. “Fuck, Slade!”
That’s what I wanted to hear.
A second later, she started to come again. Her hips shaking with fury as she cried out over and over into the night.
It was everything I had been waiting for and then some.
But now it was my turn to get some.
I kissed up against her soft and smooth body. I pulled away at her belly button and then put my mouth to her mouth. I didn’t give damn what she thought. She needed to taste herself. To know her true beauty.
Liv groaned and accepted my tongue. She put a hand to the back of my head and dug her hands into my scalp. We kissed hard and fast. My cock ached even more. I grabbed for her hand and put her to my dick, making sure she knew what she did to me.
The second her fingers touched me, she groaned. She broke the kiss and looked down.
“Oh, fuck,” she said.
Her small hand scaled my cock up and back, root to tip.
“This is what you do to me, beautiful.” I pushed away from the car and stepped back to the car behind me. I leaned against it, opening my legs, letting my cock stand tall, throbbing. “Come taste me right now, Liv.”
She nodded and came forward. Wearing nothing but a shirt to cover her top half and goddamn socks on her feet, she was a walking fantasy. The tip of my cock pulsed and when she touched me again, I felt my balls tighten. One stroke of her hand and I was ready to go.
“Fuck, beautiful, don’t waste it,” I said.
I moved back on the car and Liv leaned forward. Her lips and mouth touched the head of my dick and she went right to work. Sliding down, taking me into her mouth, I let out a long groan. Those lips easing down my shaft, going halfway, stopping, her perfect tongue forcing itself to move against the bottom of my shaft. She pulled back but didn’t take her mouth away. She stayed right at the head of my cock. Her hand gripped the root of my cock and she started to jerk me.
I reached down and pulled at her shirt, lifting it up, staring at the beauty of her body. Her back, down to her ass. I leaned forward and touched, feeling her ass. I kept going, sliding a finger down and around. She was still soaking wet.
When I touched her, she groaned. The vibration put me right at the edge.
“Goddammit,” I hissed and leaned back on the car.
I started to thrust, knowing I was going to stop myself. Liv had been fucking with my heart and cock from the second I saw her. She kept going up and down on me, working that damn mouth over me just like I had always remembered. I felt myself wanting to let go but I couldn’t let that happen. Watching her move, feeling her move, listening to her mouth...
“Fuck, beautiful,” I groaned. “Stand up right now.”
Liv sucked hard against me as she lifted herself up. Her mouth came off me and then she was standing. My hands grabbed her sides, under her shirt, and I pulled her close me. My dick was between us, flat against our stomachs, the bottom of my shaft against hers. I was throbbing and I stared down at her, breathing heavy.
I lifted my hands and massaged her breasts, never wanting something so badly in all my goddamn life.
That’s what made her so dangerous. She made me think thoughts that I wasn’t supposed to think. I was a renegade man. An outlaw. I took to the road and took pride in never having a real home.
Liv was my home. She was my goddamn home.
I kissed her, our mouths colliding with a thundering fury.
I spun us around and put her right up on the hood of the car. Her legs stayed spread and I stayed between them. I felt my cock rubbing against her wetness. My mind and heart battled.
Christ, just fucking thrust it in? Just go for it like before. Never worrying. Always feeling her body like it was meant to be.
I reached down and pressed at the top of my cock and alig
ned myself to her. Liv put her hands to my stomach, feeling my muscles, muscle that wasn’t there the last time we were together. I wasn’t quite a boy back then but right now I was all man. All for her, too.
“Shit,” she whispered. “Slade...”
“Keep screaming my name, Liv,” I said.
I thrust forward and felt the tip of my cock open her. She tensed and jumped back. I slid a hand to the small of her back and held her there as I welcomed myself in. I thrust hard with no choice, needing to give her body a chance to get used to me.
She let out a whimpering groan into the night and her head fell back, exposing her neck. I put my other hand to her back and my mouth went to her neck. I pulled at her body as I started to fuck her. My lips and tongue kissed her neck, devouring her skin and smell, vowing to never forget tonight.
I sped up, going faster, feeling Liv’s hands climb up my body. Her fingertips and nails were memorizing me just as I was memorizing her. She cupped her hands over my shoulders and held there tight. My hands settled at her hips and the sex got hotter and faster. She wrapped her legs around me, locking her ankles. Leaning back on the car, I leaned forward and couldn’t take my eyes off her face and down between her legs. Back and forth, the look of pleasure on her beautiful face and the look of her beautiful body taking me over and over.
“Slade,” she purred. “Oh, Slade... this is what I’ve been waiting for.”
“I know, beautiful,” I groaned. “I know. Come for me, beautiful. Right now, again.”
Liv whimpered and pulled at me, lifting herself to my mouth. We kissed again and it was a matter of seconds before she started to climax. I thrust myself deep into her body and held there, feeling her clenching against me. I then eased back and bucked forward. Moving slow, I felt every inch of her body. I felt every inch of her body pulse against me. As we kissed and I fucked her, I brought myself to the edge and I wasn’t holding back again.
I rocked back and forth, gently, letting her groan into my mouth. When I felt myself right there, I pressed deep and hissed as I started to come inside her. My hands squeezed tighter at her body and I pushed and pulled her, feeling her accept me as I came.
I thrust into her again and held there as we still continued to kiss. It was like we were making up for all the years of not being able to kiss.
When I finally broke the kiss, I brought a hand to her face. “Fuck, Liv, I don’t know what to fucking think right now.”
She reached up and touched my lips. “Neither do I, Slade.”
“Then tell me something. Anything. First thing that comes to mind.”
Liv bit her lip, driving my heart into a tailspin. Last time I saw her bite her lip and make the face she made it was the night she opened up and said she had a fantasy of me fucking her on my motorcycle. That was the last night we were together. That was the night our lives changed.
Liv then swallowed hard and said, “Slade... take me to your place for the night.”
(OLIVIA)
I jumped right back into his strong arms. All bets were off for the night. I didn’t give a shit about anything. I wanted to go to his place because I figured nobody knew where it was. I made him follow me to my place and then I got on the back of his motorcycle, just like I used to do. If anyone drove by my apartment they’d see my car home and the lights off. In other words, I was peacefully asleep. And pregnant.
Yeah, I was in some deep shit, but I didn’t care. Not when I felt his lips kiss mine again. Not when I felt his hands peel me off him and now when I felt him strip me naked. He moved fast and with purpose, taking my bra off last. His hands had all but two seconds to touch my breasts before I went to work on him. I tore at his shirt and let him take it off when I got it to his head. Before it could touch the floor my hands were at his pants, opening them. I dropped them down and my hands grabbed his beautiful, thick cock. The best I had ever seen, touched, tasted, or had inside me.
The two guy thing was true, I wouldn’t lie to Slade about that.
But I couldn’t imagine anything better. Not with the way it made me feel.
As I stroked him, his hands touched my breasts again, his thumbs moving across my nipples, making them painfully ache with such a good feeling, my emotions were experiencing yet another contradiction. I knew there was no way we could be together for real, but there we were.
Slade grabbed my ass and lifted me, putting me against the bedroom wall. My hands grabbed his hair and I bit at his bottom lip. He set a fire inside me that I couldn’t explain.
“Fuck, you’re wild,” he whispered. “I love it.”
“I love you, Slade. Oh, shit. I just...”
“Holy shit, Liv,” he said.
“What? I’ve never stopped.”
“Oh, beautiful,” he said. He kissed my mouth. Then my chin. Then my neck. He worked to my ear and said, “You know I love you too. I just can’t let this lead anywhere right now. I can’t hurt you again. I can’t...”
“But you can fuck me again,” I said. “Start there.”
Slade’s mouth came to mine again and he turned, walking me from the wall to the bed. He laid me down with a strong yet gentle touch. He hovered over me for a few seconds, looking up and down our bodies. I touched his face and kept his stare at me.
“Love me,” I whispered. “Please, Slade, I’m begging you.”
“Ah, fuck, Liv,” he said. “I’ll love you forever.”
I slipped a hand between me and Slade so I could feel him. He slowly entered me, my fingertips touching his perfect cock as he opened me again. He held himself deep and remained there. As we kissed, my heart started to race more and more. Slade lifted his hips and thrust into uncharted depths. I quickly grabbed for his back and held onto him. The pressure was perfect, the pain subtle, but the pleasure trumped them all.
He then started to fuck me. His bed groaned in protest as the springs didn’t like the abuse. But I loved the way it felt. His mouth crept down my body, reaching my breasts. His tongue swirled around my nipples, his hands touching me just under my breasts. There wasn’t a single thing he could do wrong.
Slade then made a quick move. He pulled at me, bringing me on top him. I straddled him, his cock still buried inside me. My hands touched his chest, those steel plates that he called pecs. They were fucking gorgeous, just like him.
He was my everything, then and now.
I started to ride him, working the rhythm he dictated by holding my hips. Guiding me back and forth, up and down, I felt myself start to come. I leaned forward, my breasts hanging in front of his face. Trusting me to keep moving, he took his hands from my hips and cupped my breasts. I rocked against his body as fast as I could, getting even faster than when he was on top of me. I couldn’t get enough of the sensation of his cock working its magic inside my body.
“Ah, Liv,” he growled. “You’re fucking killing me.”
“Good,” I said. “Come, Slade. Don’t hold back.”
His hands traveled around to my back and down. He started to thrust up into me, lifting me off the bed. We couldn’t stop... there was no stopping... we were going by our needs and our hearts.
Slade groaned over and over and then he started to come again. His entire body flexed to muscular perfection as he let go. I felt him inside me, pouring into those super secret depths of mine again and again. I kept riding him, bucking my hips so slow and seductive, memorizing the pulse of his cock.
I stayed with him until he was done... and then I collapsed to his chest.
He slowly eased himself from me and wrapped his arms tight around me.
Spending the night was a dangerous move, but I had no choice.
He was holding me. We were naked. It was everything I had ever wanted.
I kissed his chest and looked up at him. He wiped a few strands of hair off my face. Then he kissed me.
Each kiss was better than the previous one.
I managed two kisses before tears filled my eyes.
I hid my tears by putting my head back
to his chest.
Slade touched my hair. “Liv, just go to sleep, okay? We’ll talk about everything in the morning.”
I couldn’t argue that... I was in the arms of an outlaw... my outlaw.
The next morning I opened my eyes to find Slade sitting up in bed. He was shirtless, the sheets starting just below his belly button. No man should wake up and look as good as he did. It was unfair to my brain, body, my heart. My pussy instantly started to tingle and moisten. I clutched the pillow tight and let out a breath.
He had a cup of coffee in his hand.
“Morning, beautiful,” he said. “There’s a cup for you behind you.”
Sure enough, Slade had made me a cup of coffee.
I was beyond in love... I could never lose him again...
I sat up, taking the sheet with me to keep my breasts covered. Then again, I didn’t give a damn if Slade saw me naked. I wanted him to see me.
I grabbed the coffee and sipped it.
It was perfect. Maybe the best coffee I ever tasted. Or maybe it was just decent coffee mixed with the wild, hot sex from last night.
I took two more sips and I felt something changing. I guess you call it the elephant in the room. It was pretty obvious - I was with Slade and made it appear that I was home at my apartment. Everything wrong I had done, even if it felt right.
“Slade,” I said.
“Liv.”
I looked at him and put my coffee down. I inched closer to him, needing to feel his body against mine.
He reached across me to put his coffee down and I kissed his strong, bare chest. He was beautiful. So fucking beautiful. Never in his life had he tried to really hurt me. He never raised a hand to me, never raised his voice to me. The toughest guy I ever knew and yet he was so gentle and loving with me.
As Slade sat back, he stopped, his face looking at mine.
I touched his cheek and he touched mine.
“What are we doing?” he whispered. “From last night to today...”
“I know,” I said. I dug my nails into his chest. My eyes were ready to fill with tears already. “I just...”