“You’re full of surprises, sugar.”
“Yeah,” he said as he pulled slowly out of the spot. “Look, next time would you let me fight my own battles?”
“Steve, that guy was a trained fighter. I’ve seen him beat down men a lot bigger than you.”
“I’ve got news for you, beautiful. I’m regarded as something of a bad ass myself.”
Autumn gave him a smile with her eyes half closed. “You called me beautiful.”
“Sorry. I know you don’t like pet names.”
“When did I say I didn’t like pet names?”
“But you said—”
“I don’t like being called babe, sweetcakes, or darling. But beautiful is just fine.”
“Okay,” said Steve, a warm smile on his face. It fell quickly, replaced by a half-hearted glower. “But I’m still mad at you. I think I could have taken that guy.”
“I’m sure you could have, sugar, but I reaaaaally didn’t want anything to get in the way of our post-party sex-a-thon.” She dropped her hand to his lap, while her gaze remained on his face.
He grinned and put a hand atop hers. “And you say I’m bad.”
“Oh, ho ho, if there wasn’t a shifter in the way, I’d show you how bad I can be!”
“It’s probably for the best that this is a manual then, because I really don’t want to wreck it.”
“Playing it safe is going to get you nowhere,” she said, giving him a peck on the cheek.
They rode the rest of the way in silence, due to the motor becoming deafening on the highway. When they finally parked behind Steve’s building, their ears were ringing and their bottoms were numb.
“You have got to get a muffler for this thing. But it’s still a sweet ride. I can’t wait to drive it…”
Steve laughed, patting the steel colored hood with his palm. “Do you even have a license?”
“Maybe…” she said, locking hands with him and intertwining their fingers.
Once they had gotten up the steps, Steve fumbled with his keys as Autumn busied her hands below his belt.
“That’s very distracting,” he said, though there was a smile on his face.
“Too bad. Seeing Phil’s girlfriend rub her cootchie all over you on stage has me wanting to mark my territory.”
“When did that happen?” Steve asked with a laugh. “Honestly, I had my eyes closed. I felt someone lean up against me, but Sven does that sometimes during the solo.”
“Well, she wants to jump your bones,” said Autumn as the door popped open at last. “Probably mine too…”
“What?” he asked, though her only answer was to mash her lips against his. He moved backward, heading for the bedroom.
“Wait.” Autumn stepped away from him, laying a restraining hand across his chest. She hooked her thumbs in the thin straps of her shimmering dress and slid them away from her smooth, decorated shoulders. With a half-lidded smile, she let the dress drop to the floor. Underneath she wore only stockings and a garter belt.
“Wait,” she said, still holding him at arm’s length.
“This is torture!”
She started to step out of her boots, then grinned and kept them on.
“Come and get it,” she said, dropping her arm down.
Steve seized her in a powerful grip around the waist, lifting her from the floor and putting her over his shoulder. He took her into the bedroom and flopped her down on the matress using a wrestling-style slam. She bounced with a grunt, and may have bounced right off the bed if he hadn’t followed her down, pinning her torso under his.
“Am I in trouble?” she asked with slightly parted lips.
“Huge trouble,” he said with a smile, eyes half lidded. “Sooo much trouble.”
“Do I get a spanking?”
“I think you’d like that too much.”
Gently, he nibbled on her neck. She caressed his hair as he trailed hot, warm kisses down to her chest. He took her pierced nipple gently in his teeth, putting just enough pressure to stretch the pale brown flesh. With a sudden, calculating wink he pulled back ever so slightly, rising to a kneeling position. Autumn went along with the game, allowing herself to be raised up by her shiny nipple ring.
“What are you going to do now?” she asked as he settled into a cross-legged position.
“Someone needs a spanking.” He guided her across his lap by pulling her hair.
“Oh, no,” she said with a giggle.
He stared at her shapely rear, tantalizingly close. There was a heart tattoo on her left cheek, which he put his mouth on and bit gently. Then, he raised his hand into the air and brought it back down in a firm smack.
“Oh,” said Autumn softly with each impact. “Oh, you can do it harder.”
He complied, her cheeks beginning to grow red. Steve’s grin was a mile wide as Autumn gasped, wriggled, and sighed as he “disciplined” her. Suddenly she shuddered, her rear quivering like a bowl of jelly.
“Did you just…?”
“I just got warmed up!” She pulled herself into a sitting position and practically attacked him with a passionate kiss. Soon he was the one pinned under Autumn, her hot breath on his chest. He put his hand on the back of her head as she left lingering kisses on his belly, moving ever lower.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed.
If Autumn heard, she gave no sign, just continued on her inexorable path. She peered at him with arched brows before opening her silver-painted lips to take in his length. The wet, sucking sounds she made mingled with his own soft cries as he stroked her hair. In short order he gasped, hand forming into a fist in her hair.
“I’m ready,” he said, trying to move her head. Stubbornly she stayed where she was, accepting the results of her efforts. She subtly discarded the liquid cargo in one of Steve’s old shirts, her face split with a devious, delighted grin when she turned back to him.
“I felt like being bad,” she said with a giggle.
He chuckled a bit himself as he raised himself up on his hands until their lips met. He rolled Autumn over to her back. His tongue slid over the smooth flesh of her neck, tracing a path down her sternum and over her soft belly.
“No! You bailed me out, it’s your night.”
“And this,” he said when his soft lips weren’t pressed against her flesh, “is what I want to do with it.”
“You’re so bad…”
Steve kissed the inside of her thighs, licking the flesh near her hosiery. The slick feeling of the material was thrilling as it slid over his shoulders. Soon he was kneeling on the floor, her knees bent over his large shoulders as he was plying his mouth to the purpose of pleasure. Autumn tore the sheets off of the mattress as she writhed, eyes fluttering back into her head. Steve traced intricate designs with his tongue mashed firmly upon her clit, going through the alphabet, both lower case and upper. When he was halfway finished with the cursive variation, Autumn let out a long moan and her legs quivered violently on his back.
Steve dragged himself onto the bed, traveling up the length of her body until he lay on his side. Their hands met and tangled together, eyes locked in a deep connection that required neither words nor speech.
A few hours prior, Rex, Sven, and Crawley watched ruefully as Autumn was put in the back of a squad car. Steve was soon charging off in his incredibly loud, horrible primer-colored muscle car, intent on getting her out as quickly as possible.
“What a bunch of bullshit,” said Rex, glaring at Train where he sat with his foot in a cooler full of icy water. “He’s not even going to the hospital.”
“Guys can be such assholes,” said Crawley. “Having your ex arrested!”
“Anybody seen Phil?” Sven asked, scanning around the party for him. The excitement out front had done little to diminish the guest’s enthusiasm, and the bespectacled man was nowhere in sight.
“Uh-uh,” said Rex.
“He said he was going to try and find some witnesses,” said Crawley, “in case it actually goes to a
trial.”
As if on cue, Phil came out of the throng, a wide smile on his face. He carried his smart phone in his hand triumphantly, as if it were the severed head of a fallen gladiator.
“Did you find someone?” Crawley asked as he approached.
“Better,” said Phil with a grin. “Where’s that protein-guzzling douchebag at? Did he go to the hospital?”
“No,” said Rex derisively, pointing his hairy arm at Train. The man was being attended by two men nearly as imposing as himself, who were bringing him a steady supply of fresh beer and snacks. “Motherfucker is sitting over there, looking like the cat who ate the canary.”
“Great,” said Phil, walking purposefully toward the trio.
“Uh, Phillip,” said Crawley, catching his arm, “are you nuts? He might have a broken foot, but his buddies are about as big as river barges.”
Phil smiled at her, patting her thick hand. “I’ll be fine,” he said, not a trace of bravado in his tone.
He pulled out of her grasp, and Crawley put her hand in front of her mouth and chewed her finger fretfully.
“Hope he knows what he’s doing,” said Rex.
“Hey,” said Phil. “Train, was it?”
“What do you want, you fucking loser?” said Train, sneering. “Come to try and start shit ’cause my leg is fucked up? Think that makes it a fair fight?”
“I’m not here to start anything,” said Phil with a grin. “I’m here to finish it.”
“Watch your mouth,” said one of the towering behemoths flanking Train.
“You professional fighters,” said Phil, “seems to me like your reputation is pretty important, right?”
“Yeah, and my rep is all about busting people’s heads!” Train’s words elicited raucous laughter from his compatriots.
“Well,” said Phil, turning his phone so the screen was facing Train, “think of what your rep is gonna be like after this gets posted on the net.”
A short video played. The sound was choppy, but it could be clearly seen that Train went down screaming after Autumn stomped on his foot.
“Good luck getting Dana White to sign you once this hits the web,” said Phil, pocketing the phone. “Of course, I could just delete it, if you drop the charges against Autumn.”
Train shot a panicked glance at one of his friends. “Get that phone!”
His friend grinned, displaying a grill of platinum teeth.
“Hand it over, toothpick,” said the man, holding out a massive paw, “or I’m gonna have to not ask so nice.”
“Don’t try it,” said Phil, slipping his hands into his pockets.
“Come on, pencil neck. Just what do you do for a living?”
“I’m an accountant,” said Phil with a shrug.
All three men laughed, his current aggressor the loudest of all. “Fucking nerd,” he said, face growing angry. “Give it to me, right now!”
“Boy, was that an unfortunate way to word it,” said Phil. He withdrew a small device which was contoured to fit his palm like an electric razor. He pointed it at Train’s champion and depressed a tiny button. Twin metal barbs shot out too fast for the eye to follow, trailing wires. The man stiffened up, his mouth open but no sound escaping it. He teetered for a moment on stiff limbs before hitting the cold concrete of the garage floor with a hard crack.
“The thing about us nerds,” said Phil as he yanked the barbs out of the man’s massive chest, “is that we’re really good with technology. Like this Taser, for example.”
“So what if he posts that shit?” said Train’s still standing companion. “No one’s gonna see it anyway, with all the other shit going on.”
“I have five thousand Facebook friends,” said Phil with a smile. “How many do you have?”
“Okay,” said Train, “first thing in the morning, I’ll go down to the police station—”
“You’ll go now, and if I don’t get a phone call from Autumn in the morning saying that she’s free and clear, you can bet your sweet ass this will be all over the world by tomorrow night.”
Phil turned around and left the men, accepting high-fives and a drink from party goers fed up with Train’s friends and their antics.
Crawley threw her arms around him in a tight hug, her body soft and warm against his. “Phillip, that was awesome!”
“Ja,” said Sven, clapping him on the arm. “You opened up the can of ass whip!”
“Whoop ass, Sven,” said Rex, laughing. “Whoop ass.”
“That is what I said,” said Sven, seeming miffed.
Steve and Autumn lay on their bellies, his form partially draped over hers. They both breathed heavily, a sheen of sweat glazing their nude bodies. Steve ran a hand over the tattoo on her lower back, a tribal sun design.
“So,” he said, still a bit breathless, “which one is your first one? The little rose on your ankle?”
She grunted. “You’re heavy.”
He grinned and rolled off of her. She turned to lie on her side, resting her head on her arm. “You might think that, since it’s so faded. But it’s actually this one.” She pointed to a small demonic skull, done in a simple outline a few inches above her right knee.
“Looks like a prison tat,” he said with a chuckle.
“It should. I did it myself.”
“No way, really?”
“Yup. My friend had a kit, and I asked her if I could use it.”
“Why didn’t you just have her do it? I mean, it looks cool, but…giving yourself a tattoo? Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Pffft. It don’t hurt that much. Besides, I said she had a kit, not that she actually knew what the fuck she was doing.”
Steve chuckled softly, running his hand along the artful sleeves on her forearms. “I think I like this one.” His finger traced a butterfly with stylized fiery wings.
“Sal did that one for me. He’s really talented.”
Steve’s brow furrowed a bit at the mention of Sal. Autumn slammed a pillow across his face.
“What was that for?” Steve couldn’t help but laugh at the nude Autumn gripping the pillow like a martial arts master.
“I was trying to wipe the jealous look off your face.”
“Well—”
She walloped him again. “No jealous face!” she said, straddling him across the torso and raising the pillow menacingly.
Steve held up his arms in mock surrender.
“Okay, okay!”
She dropped the pillow, grinned and lowered herself until they were locked in an embrace.
“You should get a tattoo,” she said, her voice vibrating his chest.
“I always kind of wanted one. But I’m not a fan of needles. Pop has like fifty tats.”
She raised her head to give him a playful grin. “Quit being a pussy. Why don’t we go to the shop tomorrow?”
“Sal’s open on New Year’s Day?”
“Oh yeah. Do you know how many people make a New Year’s resolution to finally get that tattoo they always wanted? Lots.”
“Maybe I could get your name on my—”
“No!” Autumn punctuated her disapproval by smacking his cheek gently. “Never, never, never get someone’s name tattooed on you. Not even mine. Your first tattoo should be something personal, something that has a lot of deep meaning.”
“One condition: You do the work yourself.”
She kissed him on the cheek, snuggling close. “Like I’d let anyone else touch you.”
Chapter 15
THE FIRST VESTIGES of dawn could be seen outside of Phil’s bedroom window, tickling the horizon with pink. The street sounds wafted faintly through the thick glass, easily drowned out by his and Crawley’s cries of passion.
She had nearly attacked him as soon as they had entered his apartment, and a string of their clothing littered the floor on the way to his bedroom. As usual, Phil had found himself awkwardly fumbling through their intimate moments. He tried being on top, but after a few moments of jangly limbed thrusting, she had pushed
him away and gently rolled him onto his back.
Once again, she ended up on top. Not that Phil minded, as the view was fantastic, and the feeling of her slick flesh upon him was nothing short of amazing. The problem was his own efforts weren’t up to par, and the more experienced Crawley had taken charge. Again.
Later, they lay sweating in each other’s arms, Crawley tracing her hand along his smoothly shaven chest. Her body was cuddled close to his own, the warmth of her sweaty skin reassuring though he still had his doubts about performance.
“Was it good?” he dared to ask when he noticed that her dark eyes were still open.
“It was great,” she purred, snuggling up to him even tighter.
“Really? You didn’t, I mean, there wasn’t a…you know, a flood…”
“Oh, that?” said Crawley with a giggle. “That doesn’t happen every time. Like I said, it had been a year.”
“Yeah, but, I want you to, you know, get there…”
“Orgasm. You can say it. You want to give me orgasms!”
Phil swallowed hard. “I—Yes.”
Crawley giggled, covering her full lips with her hand. “Well…there’s always mechanical assistance.”
She kissed him on the cheek, then rolled over on her side and dug around in her purse. A moment later she had taken out a small, pink plastic egg-shaped item. A pink wire trailed from it, terminating in a small box with a dial on it. Phil was not sure what to make of the strange device.
“What’s that?”
Crawley’s brows arched, and her mouth opened in a slight gasp. “It’s a vibrator, silly. You’ve seen them before, right?”
“Uh, yeah. I thought they were bigger, and uh, shaped like a, a—”
“That would be a vibrating dildo, sweetheart. If you don’t want to use it, it’s all right.”
“No, I’m game if you are.”
Crawley showed him how to turn the device on, and the different settings. At her direction, he slathered it in a bit of saliva before applying it to the outside of her nether lips. He swept it around her smoothly shaven skin, taking a great deal of care to be gentle. Crawley giggled, causing him to pause.
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