by K E Osborn
Rock, turns me on!
No man since my husband has ever done that. In fact, I love that I turn him on just as much. Our breathing slows and he leans in to kiss me again. This kiss is slow and tender, full of caring and adoration. I know the feeling because that’s exactly what I’m feeling right now. I care for Rock, probably deeper than I should and I love that he’s made me feel again. I smile through our kiss and run my hands through his short brown hair pulling his mouth to mine. He relaxes his body and even though he’s heavy I don’t mind the weight. It’s comforting to me. It feels like I’m home.
“I could get used to this,” he says against my lips.
I smile and kiss him softly. “So could I,” I whisper and he smiles caressing my cheek tenderly.
“You scare me. You know that?” he says and I raise my eyebrow.
“Why?”
“Because you have so much power over me. I don’t even know your name and you have me wrapped around your little finger already.”
“Hmmm, well my name is—”
“Don’t tell me now. I’m still inside of you. I want you to want to tell me your name not because I just made you come.”
“Okay, but just so you know, I do want to tell you,” I say and he exhales and closes his eyes.
“That’s good to hear.” His eyes open and he’s looking into mine with an intense stare.
“Your eyes are mesmerizing you know that?” I say against his lips.
He chuckles. “It’s funny, that something I got teased for at school seems to get me all the ladies now.”
I scoff. “All the ladies, hey?”
“Yeah, I’m a regular stud.”
“Just remember you’re still inside of me, stud,” I say and clench my muscles together again.
He jolts and moans. “Do you seriously want me start all this again?”
“Could you go again?” I ask and he scoffs and rolls his eyes.
“Please, I’ll wear you out, lady,” he says while pulling out of me.
I smile as he stands up from the bed and goes to walk out of the room. I stare at him as he walks off.
“Where are you going?” I yell and he chuckles.
“I’ll be right back, don’t move.”
I stare at his toned arse while he walks away from me and I can’t wait till he’s balls deep inside me again so I can claw at his arse cheeks with my finger nails. The anticipation of what he’s doing is driving me wild. I’m lying on his bed, completely naked and wet, waiting for Rock, who has disappeared to who knows where?
“Rock?” I call out and I hear him chuckle from down the hall.
“Patience is a virtue, little firecracker,” he replies as he walks back into the room with a can of whipped cream. I raise an eyebrow at him and smirk.
“Whipped cream?”
“Yes, I think it’s time for a little dessert,” he says with a salacious grin.
I smile and he walks over to the edge of the bed and places the can down between my open legs. He looks down at my pussy and smiles. I can’t help but notice his dick twitch while he’s looking at me. He grabs my ankles and pulls me hard so I slide down the bed. I squeal and he laughs as my legs dangle off the edge. He kneels down on the floor between my legs and licks his lips.
“I’m going to savour the taste of you baby.”
My breathing hitches and my heart races a little faster. He lifts my legs up either side of him and rests them over his shoulders. Any other girl would feel embarrassed to be this spread open in front of a man, but my embarrassment of being naked in front of men disappeared five years ago. I look down to see him looking straight at my pussy with a wide smile. That makes me grin. I’m glad he likes what he sees. He looks up at me and our eyes connect. Those sparks of attraction are firing off in all directions as his multi-coloured eyes stare back me.
He smirks as his eyes leave mine and his head disappears between my legs. I bite my bottom lip and rest my head back on the bed preparing for the pleasure. His lips caress the inside of my thigh. He kisses slowly up and up until he reaches my clit. I’m panting, every part of me is aching for him to touch me. I need him. His tongue darts out of his mouth and connects with my swollen, throbbing clit. I arch my back at the warmth of his tongue as it sends a shiver up my spine making me quiver instantly.
I moan slightly as my breathing quickens with each swirl of his tongue. I hear him shake the can while he sucks on my clit, drawing it into his mouth making me gasp. My hands claw at the quilt while he teases me. His tongue leaves me for a brief moment while he sprays the whipped cream in a line down my folds. I gasp again and arch my back off the bed at the feeling of coldness against my hot pussy. He chuckles slightly and then his tongue glides from the bottom of my pussy all the way up the top licking every drop of cream from me. His tongue swirls and laps it all up. He squirts another line, but this time it’s from the bottom of my pussy all the way up to the bottom of my belly button. I giggle slightly at the cold sensation. I close my eyes and enjoy his touch as his tongue slides up my folds toward my belly button then back down to my pussy, licking up all the cream.
He stops at my opening and forces his tongue inside. His finger moves up and rotates on my clit. I moan loudly suddenly feeling a wave of heat flash over my rigid body. His other hand moves down and he forces two fingers inside me while his tongue glides back upwards to my clit. He flicks his tongue over my sensitive bud while his fingers move in and out of me, slowly. Oh, so slowly. I open my mouth and clench my eyes tight as the feeling engulfs me. His tongue continues to circle my clit and it throbs and swells at his touch. His fingers move in and out of me, hitting just the right spot forcing me to grip onto the bed quilt tightly. My heels dig into his back while my legs rest on his shoulders. My back arches off the bed forcing my clit further into his mouth. He sucks on it and it sends a shockwave through my core which in turns sends a shudder through my body. My body flames in an intense heat and I start to see flashes of light while I clench my eyes tighter.
“Oh God,” I moan as he sucks on my clit again. I moan loudly as his fingers push deep inside me hitting that spot one more time. My body goes tense and then explodes in a sudden rush of pleasure. My orgasm hits so hard it knocks the air right out of my lungs. I grip onto the bed tightly as I pant trying to get enough air while he continues to flick his tongue on my overly sensitive clit. I moan as I shake my head rapidly from side to side because the pleasure is almost too much for me to bear. My body starts to go limp and Rock knows he’s done his job. And, my God, did he do it well. He continues to finger fuck me, bringing me down slowly from my intense orgasm that had me soaring to extreme heights and now I’m trying to gather some composure. I’m breathing so heavy, but the feeling of pure relaxation starts to take hold. My body calms totally, and then he sucks on my clit one more time which forces me to gasp loudly while it sends a jolt right through me. He chuckles slightly and I open my eyes to see him looking down at me with a cocky sideways grin.
“Holy shit, Rock,” I say through staggered breaths.
“I know, baby,” he replies and reaches to the bedside table for another condom. He rips the packet with his teeth and I smile. He pulls off the old one and places a new one on his newly formed hard cock, then throws the packet and the old one in the bedside bin.
“Turn over and show me that gorgeous arse of yours, I’m going to hold onto it while I fuck you fast,” he states. I bite my bottom lip hard. I turn over and lean on my hands and knees. “Fuck you’re beautiful,” he says and then gives my arse a gentle slap.
“Now hold on little firecracker, this is gonna be rough and fast,” he declares, and with those words I grin wildly.
Rock is surrounding me. His smell, his body, everything filling my senses right now is all Rock. I’m lying in his bed, completely naked and worn out. He’s laying behind my body spooning, and holding onto me as tight as is legal without me being suffocated. His arm is on my stomach, holding my back to his front.
I feel
calm. I feel safe, and most of all I feel like I’m doing the right thing.
I’ve only thought of Danny once tonight and it didn’t make me want to run. It made me realise what I’ve been missing. Rock has made me feel again. No one has done that for five long years and the emotions I’m feeling are keeping me awake as Rock sleeps soundly behind me nuzzling into my neck. I haven’t had a sleepover with another guy other than my husband. So sharing a bed with Rock is something new and exciting, and I thought it’d scare me, but it has had just the opposite effect. It makes me feel whole again. Not like The Violet Widow at all, but more like me… the old me. The me who’s slowly returning piece by piece every time I see Rock.
He stirs and leans in kissing my neck. I tighten my hand around his on my stomach and then I hear him drift back off to sleep again. I smile as that little gesture calms my racing thoughts. It evens me out and helps me relax. I close my eyes and nuzzle back into Rock, revelling in his warmth and tender touch.
I’m woken by a weight shifting on the bed. I grunt because I’m tired and sore. Then a tongue licks right up the side of my face causing me to wake fully, and as I open my eyes I see Midas on the bed looking at me like he’s smiling. I pat his head and turn to look for Rock.
“Lie down, Midas,” I say and he does. I raise my eyebrows in surprise that he actually listened to me. “Good boy.”
I furrow my brow when I notice that Rock isn’t in the bed with me. A wave of disappointment flows through me as I reach out when I notice a note on his pillow. I pull the note up so I can read it through my foggy morning eyes.
Hey baby,
You looked so sexy sleeping in my bed, and I know how worn out you must be from last night, so I let you sleep. I had to go into work, but I want you to make yourself at home. Stay or don’t, it’s up to you, but if you leave I will be at Amor again tonight if you want to meet. I would love to see you again.
Thanks for last night, I really enjoyed my dessert ;) I hope you did too.
Rock xo
I smile at the note and hold it to my chest as Midas breathes heavily on the bed making the whole thing shake with each of his breaths.
“Your dad sure is something, isn’t he boy?” I say to Midas.
And… I’m talking to the dog?
I turn to look at the clock and see that it’s one p.m. I always sleep until about this time so I’m surprised after staying up all morning fucking Rock that I didn’t sleep longer, but I guess it’s a good thing that my internal clock is working so well. I need to get to work to see how everything is going.
“Right, let’s have a shower. I’m still a little sticky from all this whipped cream,” I say to Midas and he jumps up as I sit up on the bed.
And… I’m talking to the dog, again?
I get up and walk naked to the en-suite. It’s really nice and the shower is huge. I smile brightly as I move into the alcove and turn on the water. My whole body aches, just like he said it would and standing up is an even harder task, but somehow I manage to keep upright. I don’t stay in the shower for too long although the warm water feels great washing over my sore muscles. Getting out after I wash myself with his masculine smelling body wash, I dry myself with what I’m assuming is his towel. It smells like him and I feel like a naughty schoolgirl using his towel, but he’ll probably like the idea anyway. I look in the mirror and notice all my makeup is gone and even though I think I look better with makeup, it’s nice to see my natural face looking back at me, but more importantly looking happy for once. I pull my hair down from the bun I put it in to avoid the water and run my hands through it to fluff it up a little. The motion takes me back to last night and Rock’s fingers running through my hair. He sets me on fire and I love the way he touches me.
I trace a small love heart into the fog on the mirror and giggle at myself. I definitely like this version of myself more and more. I walk back into his bedroom and I look around, the room is clean and tidy. He almost seems like he might be a bit of a clean freak, which doesn’t bother me in the slightest. There’s nothing more of a turn-off than a guy who’s a slob. He seems to like things in an orderly way, by the way things are lined up on his shelves and that makes me happy. It’s good to know that he likes to keep things organised.
I get dressed into last night’s outfit and make my way out to the kitchen. I look at the photographs on the wall as I walk past them. His family all look alike and he has one of him, his sister and Midas when he was a puppy. It’s the cutest photo I think I’ve ever seen and my heart flutters a little at the thought of Rock and his sister. They seem so close.
I make my way into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. Hopefully, he has tea? I open a cupboard and notice there are some containers on the shelf and one is marked tea. I pull it down and open the lid. My eyes widen when I look inside and my heart thuds a little faster. Not only are there teabags but there’s also a handgun. I stand there and stare at it for a short while trying to figure out if it’s real or not. I place the container on the bench and remove the heavy gun from the container and check to see if it’s loaded.
It is!
I raise my eyebrows in surprise and gently put the gun back in the container and take out a tea bag to make my cuppa. It’s not like I haven’t seen a gun before, but seeing that Rock has one loaded in his kitchen makes his story of not being a biker even less likely. He’s definitely into something, especially considering he has a gun in his house. I bite my bottom lip.
I’m not sure how I feel about this at all.
The kettle boils and I place the container back where I found it, making sure it’s in exactly the same place and position.
I don’t think it changes the way I feel about Rock.
I guess it’s good to know that whenever I’m here, however often that may or may not be, I will be protected.
But maybe Rock is the one I need protection from?
The best thing to do is talk to him about it tonight.
I walk to the fridge and grab the milk, of course, it’s skim. I would expect nothing less from a guy who is as fit as Rock – light beer, light milk. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was a vegetarian. I hope he isn’t though because there’s nothing I love more in this world than good thick, juicy steak. I pour the milk into my mug and dunk the teabag a few times then throw it in the bin.
His house is set up really nicely and everything is easy to find. I walk into the living room and notice a fish bowl on the shelf. I walk over and stare at the googly-eyed goldfish and smirk.
“Your dad has a thing for gold doesn’t he?” I ask Midas as he wags his tail at me.
I take a seat on his soft, comfortable sofa and look around the room. I notice a tank inside the wall cavity. It looks like the house was built around it. I raise my eyebrows and walk over to have a look – I hope it’s not a snake. That could be a deal breaker! I’m not keen on snakes at all. I look inside the tank and see a lizard. I think it’s a bearded dragon. It really is a cute little thing. His beady eyes look up at me as its head moves from side to side in sudden movements. He’s so cute and I can definitely understand why Rock has him as a pet.
I smile and make my way back across to the sofa and sit down resting my feet up on the coffee table while I sip my tea. This house is very masculine, it definitely could do with a woman’s touch but, all in all, the house is spectacular and I can see myself spending a lot of time here… hopefully. Midas jumps up on the sofa next to me and cuddles into my legs.
“I don’t know if you’re allowed up here or not, but while it’s just you and me I’ll let you do whatever you want,” I say to Midas while he wags his tail.
Once I’ve finished my tea, I place my mug in the dishwasher and decide that seeing that gun has peaked my interest, I want to look around a little more. I go into snooping mode. I tiptoe around the house, not really sure why, it’s not like anyone else is here. But I make my way to the hallway drawers and start to open them. I don’t know what I’m looking for and I feel bad for snoopin
g, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I open the drawers one by one, but I don’t find anything of any interest so I close them again.
I stand up and exhale thinking where do I go next? I casually walk toward the bedroom and start to look around in the drawers in there, again nothing. I stop and look around the room thinking how much of an idiot I am for snooping around his house. I walk into the walk in robe and start to search through his clothing. I pull the shirts and slide them across the railing as I look at each shirt individually.
Then I see it.
My eyes widen, as I take the leather cut off vest with the Rebel Dogs MC colours on it, from its hanger.
“Ha! I knew it!” I say more loudly than I intended. I take a deep breath and shake my head slightly wondering what I’m supposed to do with this new information. Rock said he was high up where he worked. Maybe he’s the president of the club or something?
I furrow my brows. I honestly don’t know how I feel about that. I’ve been many things, but a biker’s old lady isn’t one of them. I’m not sure I want to live that kind of lifestyle.
I smell the vest and it smells like him. I shake my head and put it back on the hanger very carefully making sure it’s in the right position as I hang it back up. I move back to the lounge room and pick up my handbag and pull out my mobile phone then I dial the number for a taxi. I’ve seen enough and I really don’t want to keep snooping in case I find something I shouldn’t.
I walk to the front door, give Midas a quick pat on the head and then I close the door behind me. I wait out the front for the taxi to arrive and when it does, I get in and go directly to work.
I pay the driver and walk inside my building waving at Angel as I walk past her and she smiles and coughs which causes me to stop and look back at her. She’s smirking with one eyebrow raised.