She pushed up to her knees and turned, but before she could ask what was happening, he scooped her up and tossed her naked ass over his shoulder. When he headed for the door, Tish laughed and ran her hands down his back, tracing his tattoos. Changing locations again?
It wasn’t until he was crossing the kitchen and heading for the door that she started to struggle. He was bringing her outside! Again!
“Josh? What are you doing?” she asked with a warning in her voice.
“Quiet, or you’ll wake the neighbors.”
He opened the door, and she got serious by kicking her legs and slapping at his firm ass—fucking king of squats much? The heat of the night once again wafted over her as he moved quickly through the shadows toward the garage in the back. An instant skiff of moisture clung to her skin.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she whispered. “Bring me back to my room! We’re naked!”
“Really? I wasn’t aware.”
“Jossssh!”
“Relax, babe. I got you.”
“I’m not doing this with you anymore,” she vowed. “You’re insane.”
“Hey. It was you who came up with the idea.” He slid his hand up the back of her thigh and didn’t stop until his thumb disappeared into her pussy. She couldn’t enjoy it because they were out-fucking-side!
She heard him open the side door to the garage and attempted to squirm her way out of his grip so she could make a mad dash for the house.
He held her tighter, but not before landing a sound smack to her ass. “Still.”
Her pussy clenched and rippled.
“I felt that.”
She was tempted to return the spank but thought better of it when she pictured what his reaction might be. And only because she knew she was fighting a losing battle did she obey him and still.
Without hitting the lights, he let the door close behind them and brought her over to his bike, which wasn’t in the corner where Tish spent a lot of time. When she needed comfort, or simply a break during one of Rachel’s trippy visits, it was out to the garage she came. She’d sit on Josh’s Harley and do her homework, or listen to music and read, or simply stare off into space with her head full of what she’d feared would remain nothing but wishful thinking.
The back corner had been her sanctuary. Josh’s custom V-Rod now stood, uncovered, next to the work bench near the front.
“You took your bike out of town?” she asked.
“Natch.” He removed his thumb and gave her ass a soft stroke before bringing her down. He didn’t put her on the floor but held her over the seat. “Spread.” She opened her legs, and he lowered her onto the warm leather. He pushed her so that her chest went forward, fully exposing her. She tried to sit up. He held her in place and growled like a dog.
“I can’t stay like this,” she complained. “I’m sitting like a slut. You can see—”
He got on behind her and slid his cock straight into her. “And reach you perfectly, babe,” he finished for her. His tone had gentled again. “You have a look about you that prevents anyone labeling you a slut. Even if I brought you to the clubhouse as you are right now, you’d appear sexy rather than whore-like.”
As though there’d been no interruption, he once more started that smooth glide through her highly-sensitized flesh. His palm traveled from her tailbone up her spine, his touch firm and sure.
“You took care of my bike while I was away,” he commented, rather than save her the embarrassment by not mentioning it. “Just like an old lady would.”
Oh. Well, if he saw it like that, she was happy he was talking about it. “I spent a lot of my time out here,” she admitted. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“You did miss your master.”
She couldn’t deny that, so she nodded and reached back to run her fingers over his thighs to his groin, playing in the crease there. She didn’t bother making an issue out of the title.
“I definitely don’t mind that. You don’t know how I felt when I saw it ready and waiting. And don’t expect me to tell you, either. Just know it was good. Really fuckin’ good.” She felt that glow he’d mentioned earlier shine from her heart. “Have you considered getting some ink? The twins would go nuts on this blank canvas.” His mouth was trailing across her shoulders.
The twins, Ethan and Gavin, were brothers who she’d known almost as long as she’d known Josh. They were full-patch members who owned a busy, by-appointment-only tattoo shop off the beaten path. They were both talented artists and great guys.
“I’ve thought a lot about it, but I have to wait until I’m finished school before I spend that kind of money on something that isn’t necessary.” She leaned over his handlebars and finally relaxed enough in the silent darkness to savor the connection that had formed and now held them together.
“We’ll talk about it.” He sifted his fingers through her hair, and she heard him inhale. “You smell like such a girl. Innocent…beautiful…sexy…so fucking precious.” He spread the blond mass out on her back. “All mine.”
She blinked at that last faint whisper.
“You are, aren’t you, Tish?”
She pushed herself deeper onto his cock to remind him where he was, which should have answered his question. “Yes. Proudly yours.” Why he needed to hear it again, she didn’t know, but would gladly blather all about it as often as he needed the reassurance.
He reached around to pull her upper body against him. “I want you moved into my room by tomorrow night.”
“Your room?” she asked absently. In this position, he filled her completely, and she was suddenly having a difficult time concentrating on the conversation. She made a twerking motion and bounced her pussy back on his cock. That got his attention, and he sent her forward again so he could spread her open with a tight grip on her ass cheeks.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Work those hips. Christ, you worship my cock when you fuck me.”
She smiled and moved faster when she felt his thumbs go under and cross over to her clit. He worked the engorged bud by passing one thumb over top of the other so that she had no break in between. She felt another climax hovering, waiting to break over her, but Josh killed it by pressing his fingertips firmly against her clit and pulling out of her completely.
“You’re a hungry little thing. You wanna keep coming on this cock, don’t you?”
Tish cursed silently. He seemed to enjoy talking not to her but to her pussy.
“Look how creamy you are. Mmm. That’s the way, sweetheart. Mark me and my ride with your pretty drops. Just like that.”
She felt “his sweetheart” pulse and wasn’t even self-conscious to know she was so full of him she was dripping. She jumped at the feel of his thumb running down the seam of her ass. Sharp tingles spread through her, growing in strength when he stopped at her small, puckered hole and rubbed in a tight circle.
“I’m going to have this ass.” He added a slight pressure, and because it was already slick with their combined juices, she felt him slip inside. Naturally, she tightened up.
“Are you talking to me?” she gasped.
“Yeah, babe. I’m talking to you this time.”
“Then you must be crazy.” She tried harder to relax. She was knowledgeable enough on the subject of anal sex to know the secret was not to clench. “We can put a toy in there, or maybe one of those silver plugs with the crystals on the end. Oh, fuck, that’s uncomfortable… Or how about one with a tail? I saw those in that shop in Mesa.” Seemed she should have been using that dildo in more than just her pussy.
He withdrew, and she turned, resting her chin on her shoulder so she could watch him bring more of their wetness up to spread it around her little hole.
“I think we’ll ride to this shop soon. Gather some supplies.” As he slowly worked his thumb all the way in, he thrust his cock back into her pussy. She moaned at the combination and started to sweat from the effort it took not to let that ring of muscles snap tight. But even around her efforts, she couldn’t
help but see how sexy it all looked, with his thick shaft working in and out of her while he played in her burning ass. No wonder men got off on the visual. “But if anything with crystals or fur ends up back here,” he continued distractedly, “it won’t be there for long. The minute this little beauty is stretched out, I’ll be fucking it. You do know that’s the point of the plugs, don’t you?”
She smiled sheepishly and turned back around to face the front of the bike. “Sure.” Now, she added silently. She’d thought they inserted something in the girl’s anus just to anchor the cute stuff. “It burns,” she whispered when he began an easy pump. “And that’s your thumb. Your cock isn’t going anywhere near there. Sorry.”
“Oh, yes it is, and I can’t fuckin’ wait to see another of your tiny holes eat my dick.”
“Josh, you have such a filthy mouth. Why didn’t I know that?”
He petted her ribs and came down to squeeze her ass cheek. “You like dirty talk.”
That was an accurate observation. “Surprisingly, I do.”
“Lucky. Because when you’re naked, there’s no way I can be polite, not even for you. Sorry if I get too crude, but that’s what’s in my head.” He gripped her hip and thrust harder. “We might have sex sometimes. We might even make love once or twice. But, more often than not, we’ll fuck. And we’ll fuck hard. But not back here tonight.” He made a wide circle with his thumb that had her pulling in a sharp gasp. “Only wanted to introduce myself to this quiet little virgin. She’s safe for a while yet.”
Tish laid her head on her arms that she had draped over the handlebars. The change in position lifted her hips and Josh took advantage by driving deep with his next plunge. She felt him so high up in her body she whimpered and stretched like a cat. It seemed the deeper she took him, the deeper she wanted him. To make room, she opened herself up by lifting her leg and placing her toes on the foot pedal.
“Aw, fuck, Tish. So fuckin’ gorgeous.”
He got serious and gave her a thigh-smacking pounding. His thumb came out of her ass, leaving her feeling empty, but it didn’t last. When he filled her again—after making a slurping sound with his mouth—it was with two wet fingers that he didn’t just insert but fucked her with them.
“Holy shit…” She braced her arms and pushed back. “Faster,” she ordered when he moved too slowly. “Fuck me, Josh. Both…God, that feels good.”
He slipped his free hand under her thigh and lifted her off her feet. She fell back so that her spine met his chest, his shaft and fingers driving into her slick holes in unison. She bit her lip to try to keep her loud moans in check, only distantly aware they weren’t in the house, but the faster he fucked her, the more a damaging pressure began to build inside her. An unfamiliar one. A disturbing one. When his swiftly rising and falling hips had her bouncing up and down, she cried out unchecked.
“Get your fingers on your clit,” he commanded with a ruthless intensity she wasn’t prepared to disobey. “Work it hard.”
With the added stimulation, that coil tightened faster, the pull so strong it began to scare her. She spread herself wide open and was moving in an uncoordinated manner, needing him to fuck her harder and faster, and deeper and forever. She desperately searched for relief, yet was terrified to find it.
“It’s too much! I can’t! We have to stop!” At this angle, his cockhead was rubbing at something inside her that made her want to burst into tears, and the taboo feeling of him giving it to her at the same time up her ass was driving her insane.
“No fuckin’ way. You’re gonna give it up.” He jerked her harder against him, owning her. “I can feel it…how tight you’re holding on…give it…give it to me…share your pleasure.” He bit into her shoulder, dominating her, and continued to speak around the hold. “I want everything you’re trapping in this perfect little body because it’s mine. Mine. Come for me, Tish-Tosh.”
The bindings holding her control snapped and Tish screamed through a mind-bending release that forced a long stream of liquid to squirt out of her pussy. As she bore down on the savage pleasure, she opened herself to the hot rush of it so that another glistening arc gushed from her. She heard a splash as it landed on Josh’s bike and the floor. Her voice broke just as she did and she lost it completely when Josh shoved her hand aside so he could whip his fingers across her clit like a wiper blade, splashing them both with the remaining streams of warm liquid that escaped her at the bottom of every pulse of her seizing pussy.
“Jesus Christ, Tish. You just made me the happiest ex-fucking-con alive.” His control flew off to join hers, and he pummeled her quivering holes, cursing and groaning loudly when his cock expanded. The warmth of his release poured into her, and by the time they were through, her ears were ringing and they were both dripping with sweat and the result of her explosive climax.
Tish collapsed forward and fought not to slide off the bike so she could curl up on the cool cement floor to recover in peace. She couldn’t stop shaking. “I think you killed me.”
Josh was breathing heavily as he came down to cover her. He didn’t put all his weight on her but cloaked her with his warmth. “Funny. I was thinking the opposite.”
He slipped a hand under her and between her breasts to grasp her chin and turn her head back. He kissed the corner of her mouth before rubbing his lips across her cheek. “I haven’t kissed you enough. Another thing I’ll work on for you; remembering the little things.”
So sweet, she thought as quiet descended.
“That was a beautiful thing you just did for me,” he murmured a few minutes later.
“I can’t believe that happened. I made a mess of your bike.”
“Fuck that. You christened it. First one it’s had, and unless we make this a regular thing, it’ll also be the last.”
Contentment began to seep in, and she eventually went limp, wishing for her bed. And speaking of beds. “What were you talking about earlier? About me moving into your room?” They’d probably be more comfortable using the spare bedroom tonight because her bed was only a double whereas the other was a queen. “I can’t sleep with you in my uncle’s house yet. It would be too awkward.”
“I didn’t mean at Nick’s place. I meant I want you in my room in my house.”
“Hmm. You have a house?” She was fading and couldn’t follow. Did she already know he had a place? No. Before he’d gone away, he’d lived half the time at her and her mom’s apartment, and the other with Nick and Chase.
“Yeah, babe. I have a house. You’ve been taking care of it for me while I’ve been away. I appreciate that.” He gave her shoulder a lazy suck.
She forced her eyes open. “What are you talking about? This is my uncle’s…” She peered back at him. “This is your house?” She’d intended for that to come out sounding shocked, but she was spent so it ended up only mildly surprised.
“I bought it a few months before everything went to shit. Had planned on moving you and your mom in once I finished some renos. I wanted to keep a closer eye on you. I had Nick follow through after I couldn’t, and told him not to mention it was my place in case Rachel got stupid and refused to move in.”
Lifting her arm that weighed about four hundred pounds, she wrapped it around his wrist and brought it back to her chest so she could snuggle her face into his palm. “I love you so much, Josh. You’re such a good man. You really are.”
He didn’t say anything for a stretch, and then, in a tone she’d never heard him use, he murmured, “Wanting to lock you away under my roof to prevent something bad happening to you doesn’t make me a good man, Tish. It makes me your warden. That didn’t stop me, though, because here you’ve been for the last three years, turning my house into a home when you could have been—”
She cut him off, immediately nipping in the bud what would be a meaningless conversation. “Happier if you’d been here to help me,” she finished for him. “But since you weren’t, I did it without you, and would again if I had to. Now that you’re out, we can con
tinue the job together. You’ll start tomorrow by fixing the leak behind the washer that my uncle keeps forgetting about. And I’d love it if you could somehow put a seal around the dryer vent because I’ve run out of the house three times after seeing a spider crawl out of there.” She almost shuddered off the bike. “And, call me crazy, but I like the idea of you as my warden. Maybe when we take that ride to Mesa, we can pick up a hat or something. Oh, and a Billy club in the shape of a—well, you know.”
He made only a small sound of amusement, so she continued rambling.
“Though, I am only now getting used to the idea of you being my master, so another title might be pushing it. You’re not going to start calling me Jeannie and pretending you’re an astronaut, are you?”
He chuckled at that and bit the back of her arm.
She grinned, happy she’d distracted him. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind, I need you to wrap your bike cover around us and carry me inside. My legs aren’t working right.”
TWELVE
A short while later, Tish, freshly showered, was lowered into Josh’s bed, in his room, in his house. He climbed in beside her.
“Face the window.”
She rolled as she took the tie out of her hair, putting her back to him.
“The boys would laugh their asses off if they knew how badly I want to spoon with you.”
The smile that had been hover over her lips since they’d come in from the garage grew as she snuggled back into his arms. Mmm. So good.
“I shouldn’t have put you in the shower. I liked the smell of our sex all over you. I liked that you were dirty with it.” His knuckles traveled up and down her front. “If we were going out somewhere I’d have left you like that. Would drive me nuts to watch you order a bowl of soup, knowing you had my dried come on the insides of your thighs. You know, ’cause I’m a pig and all.”
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