by Lake, Rae B.
Is she tip-toeing? Is she going to fucking kiss me? NO!
“You good?” I asked as I backed away quickly. I wasn’t going to cross that line with her, especially if I was going to have to stay here while she healed up. Nope, I’m not playing husband for anyone.
She fell back down, flat-footed, the spell broken.
“Yeah, I’m good, Dillon.”
“Cool, I am going to wash my ass. Holler if you need anything.” I walked out of her room as quickly as I could without breaking the door down. I went back to my room and stripped off all my clothes. Thankfully the guest room had its own shower because it was exactly where I was headed, I had to get the edge off.
I jumped in and turned the water on to cold. I hissed at the contact with my dick, just a few seconds and it would go down.
“Fuck, fuck fuck!”
When a few minutes had passed, and I was still hard as a steel rod, I wrapped my hand around my dick and thought about the last time I’d had sex. It was with Cherry a few weeks ago. God, no wonder I was such a fucking jerk.
I remembered how she danced for me, the feel of her tits in my hand. I stroked my dick hard and fast as I thought about her pussy, taking all of me. The feel of her walls stretching to get all of me in. I stroked harder until I was grunting with effort. Back and forth, inside her tight pussy.
“What the fuck?” I screamed as I punched the wall. Nothing was happening. I had never had trouble getting myself off before, and my cock was still hard and getting painful. Nothing I could remember Cherry doing for me was getting me to the edge. I felt like I was going crazy. I needed to fuck, but I couldn’t leave until I got someone to come and take over watch at Keeley’s house.
My dick jumped and a bit of pre-cum came dribbling from the slit.
Keeley, this is about her?
There was no way I could go around this house fantasizing about her. But I just needed to this once to get myself under control.
I thought about her in the next room and wrapped my hand around my cock again. I pumped it once, twice and just the visual of her breast in her robe was enough to bring me to release. Not just the norm I do with all the bunnies at the club, but an orgasm that had all my muscles clenched and spasming.
“Holy hell!” I rested against the wall of the shower as I tried to get my breathing under control. I wanted to do that again right away.
I grabbed my still hard dick and began to pump it some more. I was groaning and breathing hard as I thought about her and how gorgeous she was. I wanted to plunge into her honey hole and hear her scream my name. I felt my balls tighten up as another monster release made its way out of me. I bit down on the meat of my hand to keep myself from growling too loud. By the time I was finished, my legs were weak and I was dead tired.
I dried off and sleep-walked to the bed. I couldn’t remember falling asleep, but I do remember being completely at ease.
Eight hours later, I woke up fully refreshed. It was pitch black outside, meaning I had slept the entire day away. I walked down to the kitchen area and saw that Keeley was sitting in the living room with a textbook in her lap, Max at her feet.
What is she doing up at this time of night?
A quick glance at the clock on the stove told me that it was almost three am.
“Well, look who decided to join the living,” She said playfully. “I have never seen you sleep so much. You are usually up every two hours or so. Are you feeling better?”
“What do you mean am I feeling better? I had no idea I was ill?”
“Well you have been a bit crabby the past few days,” She said, looking away from me.
“Yeah, I guess I have. I wasn’t sleeping too well. I guess it was catching up on me,” I said as I walked over and sat on the couch next to her, careful not to jostle her leg too much.
“How about you? How are you feeling?”
“Much better than I thought I would at the moment. The disability leave is giving me a lot of time to think about my next thesis.”
“Your what the fuck?”
She giggled softly and showed me the book and the papers that she had in her lap. “I already have a Ph.D. in Environmental Science but I’m going back to school for my second doctorate in wildlife studies.
“You sure know how to make a guy feel like a dumbass.”
She looked appalled. “No. I would never think that about you! You don’t need a fancy degree to prove to me that you are smart.”
I laughed quickly. “Don’t worry about it, princess. I don’t offend that easy.”
“Oh goodness, thank God.”
“I bet your pops is real proud of his little girl.”
“Ha! He can’t stand it. He thinks the education that I keep shelling all this money out on is useless. He wanted me to stay and join in on the family business.” She shook her head like she was upset just thinking about it.
“What is the family business exactly?”
She tutted as she shook her head side to side. “No dice, we always talk about me. Now, I want to know about you. What stories make up Dillon?” She put a fake microphone to my face and I swatted her hand down lightly.
“There are no stories. I am who I am. Nothing made me the way that I am today.”
“Impossible. The human body and mind can only become what it is due to the experiences and reactions of its lifetime. You know how to talk because you were taught, you know how to shoot a gun because you were taught, I’m sure you’re this closed off because of something in your life that made you believe that this was the way to go. So, spill it.” She smiled slightly. “You don’t have to go super deep. I just want to know a bit about the man who is basically living in my house.”
I don’t have to go super deep? Oh, how I want to go super deep, and hard, and fast... ugh.
I shifted in the seat, hoping that my train of thought wasn’t enough to have me tenting my pants.
“Fine.”
“Great!” She sat straighter in the chair, waiting for me to start. Problem was, I had never really talked to anyone about anything super personal before. Everything was very superficial with the folks that I knew. Clean may have known a secret or two and maybe Prez but that was it.
I guess she must have seen my hesitation. “How about we start with playing twenty questions? You only have the option to pass three times, if the questions are too personal for you, so choose your passes wisely.” She squinted her eyes at me playfully.
“Whatever. Let’s just get this over with. I’m getting tired already.”
She laughed and clapped her hands together. “Ok, so do you have a close relationship with your parents?”
“Nope, they’re both dead.” That was easy.
“Oh, I am sorry,” she said, the joyful look on her face now replaced with guilt and sorrow.
“For what? Did you know them?”
“No, of course not, but it's hard to lose parents, I know.”
“Yeah, not mine. They were assholes,” I said matter-of-factly.
“Ok. Next question, um… How old were you when you lost your virginity?”
“Ah shit. I don’t remember. It was so long ago.”
“Is that a pass? I mean this is one of the easy questions.” She put her hands on her hips and pouted a bit.
“Wait, let me think on it.”
She hummed the jeopardy song, and part of me wanted to put my hand over her mouth to get her to shut up.
“Ok. I remember. I was thirteen.”
“Thirteen! What the hell were you doing having sex when you were thirteen?”
“It was at the club. It was one of my first parties.”
“Oh wow, you have been with them for a long time.”
“Yup, since I was thirteen.”
“I don’t remember seeing any children in there the last time that I was there.”
“Nope, it was one of the bunnies daughters. She was seventeen.”
“Oh snap, and with an older woman. I bet you rocked her world.”
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I had to laugh out loud at that one. “Actually, it was the complete opposite. I came once before I even touched her, and when she got me cleaned up and I finally penetrated her for the second round it was done in like three minutes. I was so spent, I fell asleep still on top of her. In fact, fucking is the only way I get any good sleep.”
“That can’t be true. You had some good sleep today and unless you have been sneaking women through my windows, there was no sex going on in here.”
I guess fucking my hand with thoughts of you on the brain is just as good.
“Yeah, today was different.” I shrugged hopefully, she would let this question drop.
“Ok, what is your favorite thing to do?”
“Ride.”
“Your bike?”
“Yeah, I feel so free when I’m on my bitch. She always takes care of me.”
“I'll have to get a ride with you one day. Sounds very relaxing.”
“We’ll see.” What she didn’t know was that I’d never had any women on my bike. They could hitchhike for all I cared. My bike was special to me and I wasn’t going to have any random chick’s twat funking it up.
“Why were those other bikers trying to kill you?”
Fuck, here comes the hard stuff.
“I’m the club’s pain manager, and we messed up the wrong person due to some bad information. I really messed the kid up, and he wasn’t even the one we were after.”
“Scotty?”
“Yeah. How did you know?”
“He looks like he’s on the mend, but you can tell that he’s… well he’s different.”
“And he will be for the rest of his life.” I shrugged and blinked at her a few times.
“Did you want to hurt him?”
It sounded like she was questioning my loyalty to my club. That was something I just wouldn’t stand for. “I’ll do whatever the fuck my club needs me to do. And if that means that Scotty has to go, then Scotty has to go.”
“I understand that, but if it was just you and him on the street, no directive from anyone, do you Dillon, want to kill him?”
My head was thumping, I couldn’t understand the question. I didn’t know what she was asking of me. “What the hell are you talking about? I just told you I do whatever is I need to do for my club.”
“You are not your club and your club is not you. Don’t you realize they are two separate entities?”
“Of course, I fucking realize that. Don’t talk to me like I’m a kid.”
“I’m not. I am just asking if you can make your own mind up without instruction from the fucking club, and from what I see here, you can’t.”
She was pissing me off, big time. “Pass!”
“Fine! Brunettes or blondes?” She screamed the question at me.
I smirked a little. “Why are you yelling hair types at me?”
“Shut up. You are so infuriating.” She laughed and re-asked the question, softer. “Do you prefer brunettes or blondes?”
“I like women, all women.”
“So, anything gets you up and ready to go, huh?” She raised an eyebrow, almost like she didn’t believe me.
“Well, I do prefer if a woman is natural. I am not a fan of the oversized breasts and ass that everyone seems to be in love with nowadays. And I would prefer it if the woman had a bit of meat on her. I don’t want to grab you and be worried that I am crushing your lungs.”
She nodded. “Well that is different. Most men like fake tits.”
“Not as many as you think.”
“Ok, next question. Why do you always seem so afraid when we get close to each other?”
Ah shit!
“Pass.” I wasn’t even going to argue about it.
“What the heck? That was an easy one!” She screeched at me.
“I don’t have to answer it even if it is easy.”
“Fine.” I could see the wheels turning in her head. “Do you find me attractive?”
“You’re a woman. I already told you I like women. Why are you asking me about things you already know the answer to?”
She opened her mouth, but no words came out.
“Are we done here? I think I’m going to go back to bed and see if I can get a few more hours in.”
“No, wait, just a few more questions.”
“This was a bad idea.”
“Why? You scared?”
I squinted my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. She was pushing me. “Hurry up and ask your goddamned questions so I can go the fuck to sleep.”
“Don’t be a dick.”
“Just nature.”
“Do you have any feelings for me?”
“Pass.”
Shit! That was my last pass. Hopefully, she’ll forget. I should have answered that one.
“That was your last pass.” The cheshire cat grin broke out on her face. So much for hoping she would forget how many passes I had used.
“Do you want to make love to me, Dillon?” She asked, and it was barely a whisper.
Fine, she wanted to take it there, let’s take it there. “No, I want to fuck you, hard. So hard that you are screaming and shaking in my arms.”
Her eyes and her mouth were wide open. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.”
“So why-”
I stopped her before she could ask what she was going to ask. I already knew what it was going to be. How come I had never made a move.
“I don’t know how long I am going to have to be here with you, but I’m not leaving until the threat has been cleared. I ain’t looking for an ol’ lady. I would just fuck you and toss you to the side like the used whores at the club. I didn’t peg you for someone who would go for something like that.”
“You’re absolutely right, I’m not okay with that at all, especially since I am no one’s used whore.” She bit her lip and looked away.
I stood up, ready for this conversation to be over. My dick was getting hard again, just thinking about fucking her even if she just told me that what I was able to give her and what she would accept where two very different things.
She stood up as well but wobbled slightly. I reached out to catch her before she went down.
She clung to my arms as she steadied herself. She looked up at me, clear want in her eyes. She moved in a bit closer and her hands caressed my arms as they made their way up towards my neck.
“Keeley, stop. I don’t kiss. It doesn’t do anything for me.” I spoke but for some reason the words sounded soft, without conviction.
“I don’t think anyone has shown you tender before, Dillon, can I just try?” She whispered.
I shrugged.
I had kissed a few women in my past, and it was always spit and biting. It was nothing I liked, just a smushing of faces. I never saw the point.
She pressed her body to mine. On her tip-toe, she was nearly as tall as I was. She ran her hands up my neck and into my hair. She was gentle, so gentle. She stared into my eyes and I stared right back into hers. There was something in them that I’d never seen in any of the bunnies. I couldn’t place it.
She pulled me down slightly and kissed me softly on the cheek right at the corner of my lips, her lips felt like feathers on my face, plump and soft. She brushed her face with mine, her nose barely skimming mine as she moved to the other side of my face where she placed another kiss, equally soft. Her hands were knotted in my hair, but there was no tension, she was just holding on to me, breathing me in. I looked at her face and saw the want, the flush of her cheeks as she hesitated, moving towards my lips. I felt her breasts rubbing on my chest with each one of her breaths, slow and steady. This wasn’t my usual because she was worshipping me. She wanted me to feel what she was feeling, and for the first time, I really was.
She kissed me just as lightly, on my mouth this time. At first, I didn’t even react, just let the contact sear itself onto my brain. She did it once more, and everything in my body woke up. I had to touch this woman. I had to kiss her. I wanted her mo
re than anything, but I couldn’t get my body to move. I was stuck.
“Do it again,” I said. The gruff growl that left my mouth caused her to inhale and rise back up on her good foot, kissing me on my mouth, just a bit harder this time.
My arms wound around her waist, and I kissed her back once. Then again and again. She was so sweet; the air around me sparked and crackled like it was on fire. I had never felt anything like this before, and I wanted more of it. Immediately.
I could feel her one leg begin to tremble, so I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist, her sweet spot was hot and damp, hovering just above my cock. I would do anything to rip off the little pajama bottoms she had on so that I could bury myself in her, but I couldn’t get carried away. I couldn’t.
“What the fuck is this?” I groaned as I kissed her again. The taste of her mouth set my whole body on fire. I just couldn’t get enough. Before long, she was clawing at my shirt and I had her pinned up against the wall as she ground herself down on my dick. She wanted me bad, and I wanted her. I was getting to the point of no return. If I didn’t stop this soon, I would be buried to the hilt in her honey pot.
She arched her back slightly, and the movement caused her to slide down directly onto the head of my dick. The heat, the wetness and the fact that I was on at least a three-week dry spell had me groaning, tensing up like I was going to bust my load in my pants like a fucking teenager.
I have to fucking stop, or I am going to regret this.
I tore my face away from hers, dragging in great big gasps of breath as I wrapped my arms tighter around her waist to keep her absolutely still.
“Why are you stopping?” She tried to pull my face back to hers.
“Don’t!” I locked my neck, keeping her from pulling my face to hers.
“Why?”
“I already told you, I can’t give you what you want, and I won’t,” I said finally, looking back to her.
She looked hurt as she began to unravel her legs from my waist. I set her down gently and waited until she was stable before I backed all the way away.
“Why can’t you admit you like me? What’s it going to hurt?” She asked, the telltale wetness now around her eyes. She was about to cry.
“Like you?” I barked out a fake laugh. “What makes you think that? Because you got my dick hard? No princess, I just want to fuck and you throwing yourself at me is making it hard for me to do what I gave my word to do.” I stepped back up close to her and let the fury that had somehow replaced the lust come spewing out. “I’m here for business and nothing else. I owe you a favor. Once this shit is over, you can get the fuck out of my life. You and that sweet pussy.” I smirked at her.