HOT as F*CK

by Scott Hildreth

I looked at the reflection of my face in my mirror.

  It’s never going to be over, I thought.

  Ever.

  Chapter One Hundred Ten

  Lex

  I met Adam at his house at 6:00, and although he’d been home for an hour, we really hadn’t spoken. I felt like something must have happened, but I knew better than to ask.

  He’d made it clear that club business was not to ever be discussed.

  I stood and then looked down at him. He seemed depressed. “Get up.”

  He looked at me. His eyes were emotionless.

  “Get up,” I said.

  He stood, and then pulled his hat down low on his head. “What?”

  “Follow me,” I said.

  I walked out the front door and down the steps. As I reached the landing, I turned toward him. “Need some help?”

  He shook his head. “I’m fine.”

  He limped toward the edge of the porch, and then carefully walked down the steps. “Where are we going?”

  “Just follow me,” I said.

  I walked to the garage, unlocked the door, and opened it. “Come here.”

  “I’m really worn the fuck out,” he said. “It’s been--”

  “Come on,” I said. “I’m waiting.”

  He walked inside the garage and put his hands on his hips. “What now?”

  “Get on,” I said.

  He sighed, and then got on the motorcycle.

  I put the key in the ignition, turned it, and then checked to see if the green light lit up. When it did, I flipped the switch on the handlebars. Then, I pushed the start button.

  The engine turned over a few times, and then came to life.

  “Put your hands up on the bars,” I said.

  He reached for the bars and rested his hands against the handle grips.

  “Your right hand is the throttle,” I said. “Close your eyes and turn it back a little.”

  He did as I asked. After revving the engine a few times, he grinned.

  “Therapeutic, isn’t it?” I asked.

  He opened his eyes and nodded.

  “Close ‘em,” I said. “Until whatever’s bothering you is gone.”

  As his arms shook, I looked him over. The bruises were gone from his face, and his arms weren’t healed, but they were a lot better than they were. Small scabs covered the tip of a dozen or more burns that were shaped like little volcanoes.

  Two of the cuts on his face were healed, and two weren’t. The two that had healed were going to scar, but not near as bad as the others.

  It was the scars I couldn’t see that bothered me.

  And not on his leg or his foot.

  The scars on his soul.

  It was something I knew a little bit about. But every day, I got a little better. Every day, I got closer to understanding that I could trust him fully and completely. And, every day, I got closer to allowing myself to attempt to have sex with him.

  I knew he wouldn’t push it. He wasn’t that type of person, and he cared for me too much to hurt me.

  But, when I was ready, he would be too.

  At least I hoped he would be.

  I stood there and admired him for what seemed like forever, but I wasn’t one to ever complain about looking at him. The scars on his face gave him character, and made him that much more intriguing.

  Hopefully, in a few years, we’d both be able to look back at our experiences and realize that they helped shape us into who we had become.

  I hoped that person was a little more reserved with outsiders, and a lot more trusting with the man I loved.

  At some point, he opened his eyes and looked at me.

  “Okay,” he said. “I’m done. You can turn it off now.”

  I tried to remember exactly what he’d said the night he let me sit on it. After a few seconds, I grinned. “You sure?” I asked.

  He nodded. “Uh huh.”

  I flipped the switch, and the garage went silent.

  “That was awesome,” he said.

  “Relaxing, isn’t it?”

  He smiled. It was an honest to God genuine smile. “It’s hypnotic,” he said.

  “Are you relaxed?”

  “I love you,” he said. “I really do.”

  It was the first time he’d told me. I’d known I’d loved him for some time, but was reluctant to tell him first. I gazed down at my feet for a moment, and then met his gaze. “I love you, too. Let’s go inside.”

  “You sure you don’t want to stay out here?” he asked. “It’s nice. We could sit on the porch.”

  “No,” I said. “Let’s go inside. I don’t think the neighbors ought to watch us fuck. At least not the first time.”

  “What?” he coughed.

  “Sex. I’m ready for it.” I giggled. ‘You think you’re up to it?”

  “I think we could work something out,” he said.

  I looked at his cast, turned toward the house, and took off running.

  “Last one in gets the wet spot,” I said over my shoulder.

  It was going to be a bad deal for the loser.

  I planned on making a big one.

  Chapter One Hundred Eleven

  Cholo

  Completely nude, she was standing on the far side of the couch with her mouth twisted into an innocent smirk.

  I swallowed, reached for the door, and pulled it closed behind me.

  “I’m ready,” she said matter-of-factly.

  Following a moment of admiration, I fought against the pain and limped in her direction. “I can see that.”

  “Not like, naked ready,” she said, her tone innocent and smooth. “I’m ready up here.”

  She tapped the tip of her index finger against her temple.

  “I think I am too.” I paused and gave her another look. She was a beautiful woman, and her remarkable body simply complimented her gorgeous appearance.

  She cocked her hip and looked me over. “You better be.”

  I braced myself on the arm of the couch and chuckled at her level of comfort.

  She tilted her head to the side. “You sure you’re up to it?”

  “I’ve been ready,” I said, lowering myself to the couch. “But that doesn’t mean I’m able.”

  My foot was killing me. Slightly over-eager to get into the house, I’d hit the front of my cast on the concrete platform of the porch. The pain was excruciating.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Just give me a minute.”

  She walked around the edge of the couch and lowered herself to the floor. “What happened?”

  Embarrassed and frustrated, I nodded toward my foot. “Hit my toes on the porch.” I looked up and met her worried gaze. “I was kind of in a hurry to get in here.”

  “Oh crap,” she said. “Do we need to go to the hospital?”

  “No.”

  “We don’t have to--”

  “I’m fine,” I assured her. “It’s just the walking.”

  “Does it hurt now?”

  “Not if I’m off it,” I said.

  It was beyond embarrassing, especially considering that it was the first time we’d planned on having sex.

  “Stay off it, then.” She stood, leaned over me, and reached for the hem of my shirt. After pulling it over my head, she tossed it aside and reached for my belt.

  “Does this hurt?” She asked as she unbuckled my belt.

  I grinned and shook my head. “No.”

  She unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped them, and reached inside. As her hand gripped my already stiff shaft, I flinched.

  She raised both eyebrows. “Painful?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  She stroked it slowly. “Now?”

  “No. Not yet.”

  She gripped it firmly and began to stroke it from balls to tip. As she jacked her hand up and down the shaft, her full lips parted slightly. I thought she was going to speak, but she swept her tongue across her upper lip and lowered her gaze instead.

  Seeing her
stand before me naked with my cock in her hand was a little more than I was prepared for. Having her stroke it while teasing me with her lips was almost too much.

  My eyes fell closed.

  She stroked her fist up and down a few more times and then paused. “Now? Does it hurt now?”

  “I uhhm.” I opened my eyes. “No.”

  She grabbed the waist of my jeans and carefully worked them to the middle of my thighs. After pulling my boxers down to meet them, she reached for my cock.

  She knelt on the floor in front of me. “What about…” With her eyes locked on mine, she licked the tip. “Now?”

  I shook my head.

  She licked it a few more times, and then opened her mouth wide. As my swollen tip disappeared past her lips, I closed my eyes and began to moan.

  Several strokes of her mouth later, she stopped. “Does it hurt now?”

  “No,” I breathed. “Definitely not.”

  “Good,” she said.

  She wrapped her full lips around the tip. She met my gaze, and blinked her beautiful brown eyes.

  Then, she began to fuck me with her mouth.

  Up and down her head went, taking my cock fully and completely into her mouth. Completely at a loss for how she could possibly do what she was doing, I watched in awe as she continuously swallowed my entire cock.

  The feeling was beyond compare. Each time I disappeared into her wet throat, I was sure it would be the last. On the cusp of coming in her mouth, my shaft began to swell.

  Her mouth worked at a more rapid pace, driving me insane with each full stroke of her mouth.

  I closed my eyes and made a conscious effort to somehow last through her onslaught.

  She lifted her mouth from my cock, began to stroke it, and while she did, started sucking my balls.

  Dear. Fucking. God.

  With my balls in her mouth, and my slippery cock in her fist, she brought me closer and closer to climax.

  Just when I thought I might be able to last long enough to make love to her, she released my balls from her mouth and began the mouth fuck exercise again.

  I fought to breathe without making an ass of myself. I was beginning to sound like a child who had just seen a three-headed monster in his closet.

  Just when I was sure that coming in her mouth was imminent, she lifted her head.

  She gripped it in her hand, stroked it a few times, and then looked at me. “I’ll be back in a sec.”

  I stared back at her with an open mouth, incapable of doing much more.

  And, she disappeared.

  I glanced over my left shoulder and then my right. I thought maybe she’d gone to get a condom, but then heard noise in the kitchen. As I struggled to bring myself to my feet, she came around the corner with a knife in one hand, and a pair of scissors in the other.

  “What the hell are--”

  “Sit down,” she said.

  “What the--”

  She wagged the scissors at me. “Sit.”

  I sat.

  She knelt, lifted my good leg, and began cutting the denim starting at the leg opening. As I watched her with an open mouth as she methodically worked her way toward the hip.

  “Painful?” She asked as she snipped through the material.

  I grinned. “No.”

  After completely shearing through the left side, she began on the right.

  When she finished, she lifted the top portion of denim from me and tossed it aside. Then, she cut off my boxers.

  She set the knife and scissors on the floor at her side, stood, and admired her handiwork. “You look better naked than you do with clothes.”

  “So do you.”

  “I don’t think so.” She took a few steps away from me and squeezed her boobs. “They’re small.”

  I watched her squeeze the smooth skin in her delicate hands. Her boobs weren’t small at all. They were perfect.

  “They’re perfect.”

  “Thank you.” She nodded her head toward my crotch. “Stroke your cock.”

  Her remark caught me off guard. “Excuse me?”

  “Stroke your cock. It’s not hard anymore. I want to watch you stroke it.”

  She didn’t have to ask me again. I gripped it in my hand and started stroking it.

  As I did, she began to finger herself and play with her tits.

  “Faster,” she said.

  Slowly, she worked her middle finger in and out of her pussy.

  I stroked myself a little quicker as I anxiously watched her.

  “Faster,” she breathed. “Stroke it…stroke it like you want to come. I want to watch you come. I want to see it burst out of the tip.”

  “Alexandra, I…”

  She began to finger herself feverishly. Her breathing became choppy.

  With my eyes fixed on her, I worked my fist up and down my cock, stroking it fully and firmly.

  “I want to watch your face when you come,” she said. “And I want you to see mine when I do.”

  Facing each other, we worked toward pleasuring ourselves.

  With her eyes fixed between my legs, and her hand shoved deep between hers, she drove me insane.

  I stroked my cock like an overanxious teen, hoping to come like a porn star, impressing her with every droplet that shot from the tip.

  “Fuck yes, Adam.” She fingered herself as she spoke. “Stroke that big dick.”

  I continued to stroke my clenched fist up and down the stiff shaft.

  “God that’s hot,” she breathed. “Stroke it….oh God, yes.”

  Hearing her talk dirty was too much.

  While on the verge of giving her exactly what she wanted, she pulled her hand from between her legs and gracefully walked toward me.

  “Take the weight off your foot,” she said breathlessly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I slowed my pace and gave her a confused look. “What are you doing?”

  She grinned. “I’m going to ride…I want your cock.”

  Her hair was fixed straight. The mixture of brown and blonde strands rained down over her shoulders, stopping halfway to her perfectly perky boobs.

  She was a remarkably beautiful woman, and I was coming to realize that her beauty was truly well beyond what I was able to see.

  Lost in her gorgeous looks, my gaze went blank. I felt her climbing on top of me, and then…

  Her wet pussy enveloped the tip.

  Jesus.

  Then, she worked her hips back and forth, eventually taking an inch or so inside of her tightness.

  Fuck.

  My eyes came into focus.

  Her face was plastered with a grin. “You’ve got a big dick.”

  “You’ve got a tiny pussy.”

  She grinned. “Good combination, huh?”

  I nodded. “Yeah.”

  She clenched her jaw, growled, and pushed herself against me. A few more inches disappeared inside of her wetness.

  Her muscles tensed and she inhaled a deep breath. Then, she worked her hips back and forth, fucking only what portion of my cock had already penetrated her. After lubricating it with her juices for several seconds, she forced herself against all that remained.

  She grunted and growled as she forced it into her folds.

  It felt like heaven.

  Her eyes went wide. “Oh, hell yes,” she breathed. “That’s a really big dick.”

  Penetrating her completely wasn’t easy, but holy shit it felt good.

  She rested on top of my lap for a moment. “Painful?”

  I shook my head. “No.”

  She rested her hands against my thighs, took a deep breath, and then arched her back. Slowly, she lifted her pussy up the shaft until the tip was barely penetrating her lips.

  She exhaled, met my gaze, and then grinned. “Ready?”

  What in the fuck did I get myself into?

  I bit my bottom lip and nodded.

  Then, for the first time in my life, I actually made love to a woman.

  No, strike
that comment.

  She made love to me.

  Chapter One Hundred Twelve

  Lex

  I woke up, looked around the dark room, and tried to remember when we came to bed. Tired and confused, I rolled onto my back, relaxed, and stared up at the ceiling.

  After a moment or two I recalled fucking Adam on the couch, and how the two of us had reached climax at the same time.

  I vaguely remembered coming to the bedroom afterward.

  I’d cut his pants off with scissors.

  Without taking my eyes away from the ceiling, I grinned and reached to the side. After fumbling beneath the covers for a few seconds, I found his flaccid cock.

  It was monstrous when hard, and when combined with my narrow hips and tight twat, it was heavenly.

  I turned to the side, realized he was still asleep, and wondered how early – or late – it was.

  I guessed it didn’t matter, I was wide awake.

  I slipped under the covers, using caution not to disturb his foot. On my hands and knees beside him, I guided his limp cock into my mouth.

  I took his entire length into my mouth slowly, and then waited. It began to increase in size. The thought of sucking his cock while he slept made me wet, instantly.

  With one hand between my legs, and one holding my weight off his thighs, I began to simultaneously rub my clit and suck his big dick.

  The tip of my finger circled my swollen nub at a rapid pace while I slowly sucked his cock, using caution not to wake him.

  Tension built within me, and I realized I was on the verge of climax. With my mouth buried on his shaft, I paused and rubbed myself with three fingers violently.

  Refraining from waking him up while his cock was in my throat was an incredible sensation. Reaching climax without waking him was even better.

  My muscles tensed. I shoved two fingers deep inside and grinded my palm against my clit.

  The orgasm seemed to last forever. Keeping it hidden from him wasn’t easy at all. When it finally subsided, I slid my fingers out of my wet pussy and rubbed my tender clit until no more aftershocks came.

  Satisfied for the time being, I began to suck him slowly and completely. Feeling him deep in my throat was satisfying in itself. A difficult sensation to explain, having him in my mouth made me feel as if I was in control, gave me a tremendous sense of accomplishment, and somehow allowed me to feel slightly vulnerable at the same time.