by Amelia Jade
"Ohh," she moaned softly. Andy's eager, searching mouth traced a line of fire along her cheek, down her neck and upper chest.
His warm hands ran up her sides and under her shirt, pulling it off slowly. She thought it was due to his nervousness, but when she was able to see him again, Robyn realized it was due to the fact that he was staring.
"What?" she asked with a frown. He had seen almost as much skin earlier at the river, so there shouldn't be any surprises. Although she wasn't the fittest girl out there, Robyn was comfortable with her curves and the way they worked for her body.
"Sorry," he said, his voice distant and unfocused. "I'm just enjoying the view."
"You like this?" she questioned, pushing him back gently and twirling. Knowing that he liked the way she looked and was simply taking it in made her feel all the better about what they were about to do.
"Like it?" he said, the deep rumble washing over her. "I love it."
He didn't wait for her to answer. At that point in her twirling she was facing away from him. His hands closed over her breasts at the same time his mouth nipped at her ear. It caught her off guard, but the bolt of lightning that ran from her ear to every nerve ending in her body could not be ignored.
"Do that again," she breathed, moaning louder than before as he gently nibbled on her lobe. It was amazing, something so simple, but she had never tried it before.
His hands were busy exploring every inch of her sides, the soft skin of her stomach and the fullness of her breasts. One hand slipped away quickly and her bra fell slack shortly after as he undid the clasp. Andy took his time sliding each strap off her shoulder, his mouth alternating between softly kissing her neck and biting down on it.
The different sensations were all combining to stoke the fires between her legs into a frenzy, the warmth seeping out to infuse her entire body. She felt pliable, moldable, willing to do anything that would let her have that big, hard cock inside of her.
Spinning in place, she went on the offensive. Up until then it had been Andy's show, and he had worked her up until she needed to do something to help satiate her desires.
"Come over here," she all but growled at him, grabbing his shirt and pushing him down the hallway in front of her. She saw through the corner of his eye a bedroom, and shoved hard on his chest so that he backed through the doorway. Although part of her realized he was allowing himself to be manipulated, she didn't care.
"Shirt. Off," she commanded.
"Yes ma'am," he said with only a trace of sarcasm, stripping off his shirt to expose his perfectly sculpted body for her eyes. She stepped closer, batting his hands away gently as she explored several of the tattoos drawn across his chest.
She stared up into his eyes as her hands wandered south. His eyebrows rose in response to her palm pressing against the outline of his cock, massaging it gently through the fabric. He was big, to the point she wasn't sure if her fingers would fit around it. The curious part of her brain decided it was time to find out.
Controlling the nervous shake in her hands, she fiddled with his belt. It came apart after a small struggle and the rest of his pants followed quickly. He stepped out of them, balancing himself on the bed behind him as he did. His cock was straining against the silk-like fabric of his boxers, now the only clothes he was wearing.
"My turn to admire the view," she said, stepping back to look Andy over from head to toe.
He was quite the figure. His short cropped hair and strong jaw gave him the appearance of a Greek statue. The large slabs of muscle just added to the effect as they rippled and bulged. To her delight, he decided to do a spin. She swallowed hard at the sight of all the muscles on his back, one of the things that she had always enjoyed seeing on a man.
But then she reached forward and grabbed his ass playfully.
"Holy buns of steel over here," she teased, grabbing with her other hand as she stepped close again.
"Try this on then," he replied, grabbing her one hand and forcing it around his cock as he pulled his boxers forward.
"Oh my," she gasped. It was harder than any cock had a right to be. She could barely fit her hand around it.
Andy took control now, turning back to face her. He kissed her fiercely, fanning the flames of her desire even higher. So when he began to push her lower, she didn't resist. But instead of simply getting on her knees in front of him, she took her time, exploring his body as she went. He had a small patch of hair on his upper chest that trailed off as she got closer to his stomach. She kissed each of his abs in turn before moving even lower.
Grasping his cock with her right hand, she pulled it down slightly until the tip was lined up with her mouth. Glancing upwards she caught a glimpse of the anticipation on Andy's face. Licking her lips as she held his gaze, she felt his cock pulse in her hand. She opened her mouth, gently sucking the tip of his cock into her mouth, closing her lips tightly around it, while her tongue swirled around the underside.
The groan from Andy was all the encouragement she needed, though he didn't stop as she began to move faster, taking him in as deep as she could. Right hand holding his cock firm, she used her left to play with his sac, eliciting another deep groan of pleasure from Andy. The timbre of his grunts and groans was so low she could have mistaken it for thunder.
"Enough," he grunted, pulling his hips back so swiftly his cock made a slight popping sound as it exited her mouth.
"What's wrong?"
"Absolutely nothing, just the opposite," he grinned, reaching down to hoist her to her feet.
He didn't stop there, however, picking her right off the floor and in one quick twist laying her back onto the bed. She still had her pants on, but they came off easily. He paused to admire the colorful underwear she had on before it too flew across the room.
She wasn't sure what to expect from him as he settled to his knees at the edge of the bed, his face between her legs. Scalding hot kisses marked his venture from her stomach to her clit, the journey making her eyes roll with pleasure.
When his soft, warm tongue finally made contact with her soaking wet cunt she almost lost control right away. His slow, gentle movements increased the pressure over and over again, but he never went any faster, not allowing her that sweet release she craved, that she needed.
Her hips began to rock in time with his tongue, trying to get that little bit of extra pressure on her clit from him. But his strong arms were wrapped tightly under her legs and around her waist, controlling just how much she could move.
"Please, Andy," she begged, out of breath from the attention.
He didn't respond, but she propped herself up on her arms to watch as he began to increase his pace, slowly but definitely reaching a faster beat. His hand pulled away from her waist and moments later she felt a finger place itself at the opening to her pussy, soaking in her own lubricant before he pushed it inside of her.
She cried out, beginning to shudder as he rubbed it up against her g-spot perfectly, hitting it in time with his tongue caressing her clit. The two different pressure points were sending her past the point of no return. Her body began to tremble of its own accord as her muscles tightened in response to the imminent explosion.
As if he was waiting for it, Andy increased his movements ever so slightly.
It was too much. She exploded with pleasure, the orgasm rocketing through her body as she twitched and gyrated her pussy against his face, unable to control herself. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, echoing off the walls and filling their ears.
It took several long moments before she was able to speak again, still shaking from the violent nature of her climax as she curled up on the bed, trying to regain her breath. Robyn's lungs heaved as she sucked in air, the aftershocks pulsing out from between her legs as a glow of euphoria filled her mind.
"Holy. Shit," she whispered into the air, the first words she had been able to speak in a long while.
"That was incredibly sexy and arousing," he stated, climbing onto the bed next to her
.
His cock, she noticed, was still long and hard.
Right, I'm still going to get fucked by that. Damn. This should be fun. Lots and lots of fun.
With a nervous smile she spread her legs so that Andy could position himself between them. The tip of his cock rubbed at her opening, becoming coated in her juice so that it could enter her with ease.
"Go slowly, it's been a long time," she told him. He nodded, pushing the tip of his cock past the swollen folds of flesh and inside of her.
It was huge. Fists clenching the sheets on either side of her, Robyn struggled to relax. He was filling her up completely. Her pussy stretched to take him in, the pain overwhelming at first, but fading quickly as her body remembered what it was like to have a cock inside of it again.
"You're so tight," he whispered, his voice strained from concentrating.
"I think it's actually that you have a fucking huge cock that you're trying to put inside me," she replied with a gasp as he pushed another inch in.
And then all of a sudden it was easier. Her pussy relaxed and Andy buried himself within her completely. There was still a taste of pain, but for now the feeling of him inside of her pushed everything else into the background.
Then he began to thrust.
"Oh my," was all that she could say as his hips ground into hers repeatedly.
After that, there were no more words. Simply the sounds of two people discovering each other's bodies, moving in time to an unheard pace. Sweat slicked their skin and air became hard to breathe. Her cries intertwined with his groans as they built toward the climax.
Andy kissed her hard just as he began to tremble, then he pulled back, yelling her name as his cock pulsed. An explosion of warmth filled her insides as stream after stream of hot cum spurted from him. The resulting sensation as he continued to fuck her tipped the balance and Robyn cried out as her second orgasm of the day washed through her core.
She pulled Andy down to her, kissing him vigorously as they both recovered from their exertions.
Moments later, she felt him began to breathe deeply, a sure sign that he was asleep. She wanted to laugh, but a yawn overcame her. Between the fight earlier and then the active sex, both of them were seriously drawn. With her energy fading, Robyn decided not to fight it, closing her eyes and letting sleep claim her.
An unknown amount of time later, the press of his hard cock between her legs signaled her awake. The scenario played itself out several times, only stopping to make some food to recharge. This seemed to help Andy boost his libido as well, because shortly after they ate he was behind her, holding onto her bucking hips as he fucked her hard.
Not so gentle or tender this time...Mmm. Oh! Oh fuck me!
In the morning, she hardly wanted to move. Andy was gone, she noticed, but sounds in another part of the house told her he was still around. The sun was beginning its ascent in the eastern sky, burning off the remaining hazy mist of the night before. Brilliant yellow and orange filled the air as once more the burning orb won its victory over the dark.
The snap-sizzle of bacon hitting the frying pan caught her ear.
Is he making me breakfast, too?!?
Chapter Nine
Andy
"Hey, sleepyhead," he called down the hall, scooping up the last bits of bacon and arranging them around her plate.
Egg went next, followed by two pieces of toast and a glass of juice. A dash of pepper for seasoning fell across the food before he set it down on the counter.
He glanced over his shoulder, but Robyn still hadn't stirred from the bedroom. The food was still piping hot, so she had a few moments still before it became not quite as tasty.
There was the sound of movement, then Robyn came walking out of the room, dressed in one of his shirts and her underwear.
"I grabbed some of your clothes," she said, beginning to apologize before she looked at him strangely. "Andy, are you okay?"
"Yes," he growled, trying to contain his bear.
She looked sexy as fuck. His cock, refreshed after a night's rest, ached once more. He desperately wanted to do nothing more than bend her over the counter and push it deep within her wet cunt as she screamed his name. It was all he could picture, his mind running through various scenarios.
"Let me eat first!" Robyn admonished, sticking out a hand as she passed to caress his cock through his boxers.
"I'll try," he rumbled deeply, turning to his own food, trying to use it as a distraction.
To his surprise, it worked until they were done eating.
"Okay, now if you don't mind, I'll ask you nicely to fuck me. Right here," she said sultrily, standing up to reveal that at some point she had removed her underwear.
She turned away from him, sticking her round ass out with a slight wiggle of suggestion. Andy didn't wait, all but ripping his boxers off as he crossed the floor to reach her, his hands settling firmly on her waist.
"You're insatiable, I hope you realize this," she said before crying out as he slowly pushed himself deep inside her. He didn't go nearly as gently this morning, reaching forward to latch onto her hair as his other hand gripped her waist tightly. Then he began to fuck her. The wetness from her cunt slicked his cock to the point that there was little resistance as he pounded into her from behind.
Robyn was going crazy in front of him, which drove him to new heights as well, until he couldn't control it anymore. He yelled out her name as he exploded inside of her, his cock spasming repeatedly as it emptied itself completely. They fell over onto the counter, gasping for breath.
"Good morning," she managed to finally whisper. "Thanks for, um, breakfast?"
That set them both off into a fit of exhausted laughter, before they set about cleaning themselves up.
***
"No! No! No! That is not the way to do it. You're turning, then braking, still. You'll never get it to work if you keep ignoring my instructions. You have to brake first. THEN you get to turn. Try it again," Robyn yelled at him from across the yard.
Shaking his head, Andy reversed back to the starting point. Robyn was trying to teach him to drift around the corner. He had the gear-shifting down pat, but his instinct kept telling him to turn first, then hit the handbrake to help him slide through the turn.
Apparently, he thought wryly, that was the incorrect way to do it.
Setting his jaw, he gunned the engine again, taking off across the smooth dirt yard behind his work shed where they had been practicing.
Drifting was one of the few things that Robyn was going to teach him, he hoped. She had made mention to him that she had a number of aggressive driving and police training courses under her belt. Once, when she was younger, she had wanted to be a stunt driver for the movies, before she and her sister turned to demo-driving.
There was an idea that was beginning to form in the back of his head in regards to that, but he couldn't quite get it to coalesce enough to put into words. He hoped, as the car approached the spot where she wanted him to start the maneuver, that it would come to him before she left in a few days.
"Now!" he saw Robyn shouting and gesturing as he hit the spot. He went for it.
The car spun out, barely having moved at all around the cone.
"You need a hell of a lot more practice behind the wheel, Andy!" she yelled at him through the settling dust.
"Yeah, I'm beginning to sense that," he said drily to himself, slamming the car into park and killing the engine. "I will get it, though," he growled, adamant about his claim.
Andy Hawes was not a big fan of failure at things. He would practice every day now until he got it, if that's what it took. Perhaps, he thought, I'll get it in secret and then be able to show off to her. The idea brought a smile to his face.
"What are you grinning about, mister?" she asked, approaching the car while he climbed out.
"Oh, I just happened to be remember the way you were yelling my name this morning. It was much more encouraging than this method."
He didn't wait
for a response, picking her up effortlessly and spinning her around to set her down on the trunk of the car. He stayed close, leaning in to kiss her passionately, wrapping his hands around the back of her head, threading them gently through her hair.
"Well, you still fail the course," she said dreamily when he pulled away several minutes later. "But, if you stop by after office hours, I'll see if we can't do some remedial work with you."
"Yes, teacher," he replied innocently, before letting a wicked grin slide across his face as he leaned in to kiss her once more.
They did not speak again for some time.
***
"There is a lot more that goes into this thing than I would have ever expected," he commented as Robyn led him around the grounds.
"Well, it is a fair, you know, despite the focus on the cars and bikes, instead of other, normal rides," she responded.
"I know, but I've never seen one from the perspective of someone who works there. I've always just been a customer," he said thoughtfully.
Robyn was giving him a backstage tour of everything, showing him how certain things were set up, tips on how to avoid the rigged games, or to beat them. Apparently the demo-drivers didn't have the same shady code of ethics as folks on the midway did. Not that Andy intended to do anything with that knowledge— it was just fascinating to know.
He loved learning new things, even if they would never apply to his daily life. It was just part of who he was. Knowing the way things operated or worked was something he found intensely fascinating. It helped him to be a better person, because he could understand how other people worked easier, which made solving arguments and the like easier.
"I still am amazed at how fast the grunts can set up everything," she commented to him as they made their way to the motorbike area.
"The fact that they can set all this up in less than twenty-four hours is mind-boggling," he agreed, gesturing around at the mounds of dirt, the bleachers for the stands, signs advertising sponsors, lights, and everything in between.