I don’t feel old with Mary. It’s as though she’s breathed life back into my veins. I don’t need Viagra when she’s around. She’s special, good for me, now I’ve just got to keep her. Patch her and make her mine.
Really?
I raise my chin at my reflection and ask, why the hell not?
Slowly a grin covers my face. You never achieve anything unless you try.
I open the door and enter the room lit only by a bedside lamp on the side of the bed I slept on last night. My side. The door closes behind me with an audible click. I wait.
It takes a moment, but slowly she turns. The light illuminates me as though I’m standing in a spotlight. When her eyes take me in, her tongue licks her lips, then her mouth opens forming an O. It closes again and she swallows. Her gaze which had rested on my tattooed chest sinks lower, focusing on the V leading down. Suddenly her examination falters, and her eyes rise to meet mine.
The intensity of my stare makes her swallow again.
“What are you wearing?” I ask, my voice husky and low.
“Er, t-shirt and sleep pants.”
Too much. “Take them off, now,” I command, using my most dominant tone.
“Oh, er…” She wants to, but she hesitates. “Alicia’s in the next room.”
“We’ll just have to be quiet.” If I was in the brig, my captive would know I’m not out to take prisoners.
“Grumbler, I…” She waves her hand, indicating my body. “You’re fit as hell, and I’m…”
Words aren’t going to cut it. I stalk her, moving forward to the bed. Placing my good knee on it first, I slide my less amenable leg after it, moving up until I’m situated astride her legs.
“Whatever you are, I guarantee, I’m going to like it.”
She snorts. “I’m a middle-aged woman. I’ve had a kid.”
Leaning forward I speak into her ear, “I don’t fuckin’ care.”
“The girls at your club, I can’t compete.”
“No competition, babe. I don’t want young in my bed. I should be asking you why you want an old man like me. If, indeed, you do want me?” A flicker of doubt comes into my head.
“You’re not old. You’re well matured.”
I bark a quiet laugh. She’s made me sound like a piece of cheese. “Back at ya, babe. You think I’m going to run from the marks life has left on you? Fuck, babe. That’s more of a turn-on than any young girl.” Reaching forward, I trace the laughter lines around her eyes. “These here? They show me you’ve lived, and that’s all any other marks will show. You’re fuckin’ beautiful, Mary, inside and out. I want to see all of you. Now.” For encouragement, I slide down the sheet.
She bites her lip, then comes to a decision. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
And fuck me, her hands go to her hem and she lifts her shoulder off the bed and pulls that shirt right over her head. I actually admire the strength in her abs that I know it takes to do that. Her old? I only hope I can keep up.
As her tits come into view, I feast my eyes on them. I already knew what to expect as I may have sneaked a few looks at them, albeit they’d been hidden by her clothing. They’re not small, not overly large, not perky like a girl’s, but teardrop shaped like those of a woman. Soft pillows I can’t wait to get my hands on. Her nipples are large, whether naturally, or because they’ve nourished a kid, I have no idea. Beneath my gaze, they harden.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” I tell her.
Her stomach is rounded, and it tempts me to see more. I place my first fingers and thumbs inside the waistband of her sleep pants and question her with my eyes.
She looks to the side, delightfully shy. I take it as permission, easing her pants down her legs, shuffling backward at the same time. She’s wearing pretty panties. For now, I leave those on. When the offending item that hid her from my sight is discarded, I ease back up the bed again, pausing to put my nose against her mound and inhale deeply.
“Fuck, you smell good.” I thought my cock was already as hard as it could be. What do I know? It seems not.
“Grumbler!”
“Shush,” I admonish her for raising her voice. “We’ve got to be quiet,” I remind her, grinning broadly that I made her forget.
“Are you going to get naked now?”
“Nah.” If I let my dick out from its confines, it will act like a heat-seeking missile to get inside her. I know my limitations. I’ll only be able to go once tonight. Once I’ve come, for me it will be game over. I want to stretch this out, make it last. “Right now, this is about you, sweetheart.”
I go back to my intense scrutiny of her again, but she shudders, and looking into her face, I see a fleeting indecision come over her.
“Should we be doing this?”
It’s easy to read her, easy to see she’s worried this is just about sex and relieving her newly found attraction to me, and mine for her. She’s wrong, she’s mine. She doesn’t know it yet. I need to convince her. This isn’t getting off, scratching a mutual itch. No, I’m going to be making love to her, banishing all other men who’ve been inside her.
On hands and knees, I move up the bed, hovering with my mouth over hers. Then I lower my head gently letting our lips meet. Softly, I lovingly start to move them. She opens for me. I deepen the kiss, resting my weight on one hand and tangling the other into her hair. I control the kiss but am careful not to ravish her.
Fuck but it’s good. I’ve never kissed a woman so carefully before. With the whores a kiss is unexpected, with a civilian it’s something they expect. But now, with my mouth, I’m worshipping her, thanking whatever deity might exist for giving me this chance. I won’t be letting her go. A man my age doesn’t look a gift horse, or woman, in the mouth.
She gives a little moan, pressing her mouth firmer against mine. I tighten my grip in her hair and she moans again. Guess my little vixen likes a man who takes control. Well, I’ve absolutely no problem with that.
Without breaking our contact, I shift until I can lie on my side, the arm I’m lying on is the one I can leave in her hair. Thanking the deity again that I’m ambidextrous, I move my now free hand, pausing to touch the softness of her breasts, then taking a moment to tease those nipples.
My mouth on hers smothers her moans, for which I’m thankful. God forbid we disturb Alicia tonight. Then, my hand continues its downward journey, reaching under her panties, and easing inside. I flick her clitoris, feel her jump, then continue on, easing my fingers between her folds. She’s slick with her own desire. I can easily slip two fingers inside her.
I start to explore, curling my fingers around, knowing I reach the right spot when her eyes open in astonishment. Hmm, seems no one’s found that before. My left hand is positioned as if playing an upside-down guitar. I press my thumb firmly on her clit, and strum with my fingers.
Hell, she must be turned on, or desperate, or maybe it’s my technique, but hell, she tightens, her internal muscles clenching down on my fingers, playing havoc with my dick who’s throbbing with jealousy. I press my mouth down more firmly, smothering her cries as her body convulses. Yup. This old man has still got it.
While her body is still wracked with aftershocks, I bring her down gently, extending her pleasure for as long as I can before she slumps against me.
Only now do I raise my mouth from hers. Staring into her eyes, I see her looking at me in amazement. It was good for her, her body’s reaction doesn’t lie. I’m not looking for praise, I’m just glad I could give her that. I smile down at her.
“That… That was better than my vibrator.”
I snort. Loudly.
“Grumbler, shush.”
“Babe, she’ll just think I’m snoring.”
She stuffs her hand against her mouth, and her body vibrates with laughter. “Do you snore?”
“How the fuck would I know?”
A considering look, then she says, “Don’t you often sleep with anyone?”
“Maybe I have,” I frown, trying to remem
ber. Normally I’m a love-‘em-and-go man. I’ve never been one for intimacy. Mary’s changed me. Tonight, even if I wasn’t here for her protection, there’s nowhere I’d rather be. “Fuck, Mary, with you, it’s just different.”
She analyses my face for a moment before giving a small nod. Then she smiles. “I’m up for another round. This time, I want you inside me.”
“Yeah?” I seem to have a frog in my throat, my voice sounds so husky.
“Yeah.”
“I’m clean, babe. Haven’t been with anyone after I came off my bike. Got tested for everything in the hospital.”
“I’m clean too,” she tells me. “I got tested after the last man I was with out of caution and haven’t been with anyone since.”
I take the fingers that were so recently giving her pleasure and suck her essence from them. She tastes as good as I’d thought, and my dick twitches, giving me it’s approval. My fingers, now wet with my saliva, I lightly circle her nipples, then pinch them. She gasps, and her face flushes.
“You like?”
“It seems I do.”
I’m cataloguing everything, for once wanting to learn everything about the woman beneath me.
“I’m wet.”
Her words make me grin. “Already know that, darlin’.”
“I’m ready.”
Torn between playing with my new toys or getting down to business, I decide I’ll be back here tomorrow and can pay more attention to her breasts than I have tonight. Easing myself off the bed, I slide off my cut and place it neatly on a chair, then I take out my wallet and keys and put them next to the bed. Then, seeing her eyes on me, I unbutton my jeans, and take off them and my boxers in one go, relishing the sight of her eyes almost popping out of her head. What can I say? I’m tall, and my dick is in good proportion to my size.
She’s giving me a come here gesture, but I need to stay away. Once she gets those hands on me, I’m not going to be able to last, and then I know I won’t get it up again. While I hate to disappoint a woman, I ignore her nonverbal pleas, instead picking up my wallet and extracting the condom I know I’ll find there. I’ve never gone unprepared in my life, despite not recently having any expectations of using it.
I make a show of putting it on, rolling it down slowly as though demonstrating my length.
For a second, I wonder whether my less-than-perfect leg is going to prevent me performing at my best, not having fucked since before the accident, but hell, I’ve got to try it sometime. Mary won’t mind, she’s not to know how I was before.
Putting my nerves behind me, I approach her as I had earlier, slowly, and with a determined expression in my eyes.
“You’ve got to be quiet,” I remind her.
Chapter Thirty-One
Mary
“You’ve got to be quiet.”
As if I needed the reminder. Alicia’s hopefully asleep in the next room, but I couldn’t say no if I wanted to. Already he’s made me feel so good, the most powerful orgasm ever, and I want to see what the rest of his body can do. He might be dominant, but also playful. It makes me want to let the lighter side out of me too.
“You think you’re going to make me scream?” I tease him.
“I think I already did,” he boasts, but quite rightly. “But you ain’t seen nothing yet, babe.”
“No?” Curving, my lips form a challenging grin.
Already he’s lowering himself onto the bed and pushing my legs apart. Masterfully manoeuvring my knees until they’re bent and form a cradle for him. He positions my hips just where he wants them, then, unexpectedly leans forward and steals another kiss from my lips. He leaves his mouth there, connecting us, while I feel a pressure down below.
His cock is long, not too thick, but still it’s been a while for me, and I appreciate that he’s taking it slow. He raises his head for a moment, and his jaw tightens as he pushes inside.
He doesn’t neglect checking in. “You doing okay, babe?”
My reassurance is fast, though breathy. “I’m fine. You’re big.”
He glances down with a quick grin. “Complaining already?”
I’m about to answer, but he thrusts again, moving over that place he found earlier with his fingers. When he sees the look in my eyes, he does it again. Automatically my body pushes downward, allowing him to gain more ground. Although he’s not completely seated, he starts pulling out and pushing back in. Each time he does, sensations flood through me. A fleeting thought crosses my mind that even with Dave I never experienced such pleasures before. Intercourse, for me, was more about the closeness, penetrative sex for him more than me. Then I rid my head of the traitorous thought and give way to the sensations provided by the current man in my bed. Dave is long dead, and there’s no room for him here.
While ramping up my own arousal to hitherto unattained levels, Grumbler slowly works all of himself in until he’s fully seated.
“If you want more, I ain’t got it,” he whispers into my ear.
“That’s enough, I think,” I gasp back, thankful that I’ve taken all of him.
Then he starts to move.
Oh my God. My mind goes blank and I can think of nothing but the feelings he’s evoking in me. This man has moves I’ve never known could exist. I feel alive in ways I never have, my body showing me it’s capable of more than I ever expected. My muscles tighten and my skin is covered in a sheen of sweat. Why, I don’t know, he’s doing all the work.
He’s fully invested, swivelling his hips, grabbing one of my legs and holding it, opening me to him even more. Each time he pushes in, he finds that special spot.
My reactions are purely automatic, my body under his sole control and none of mine anymore. Little shudders wrack through me and to my surprise, I find my breathing stalls as I feel another orgasm come upon me.
“That’s right, babe. Come for me. Come all over my fuckin’ dick.” Grumbler’s voice is hoarse, as if he’s been holding himself back.
When I have no alternative but to obey, I feel his hand clamp over my mouth. I need it, I can’t prevent the scream that comes unbidden, which he had the forethought to muffle. I see stars. Hell, I think I visit another universe for a brief space of time. To come with a man inside me without external stimulation at all? Unheard of. To come so hard? Another freaking first. I hope Grumbler knows this isn’t a one-off as I’ll want to do that again and again. I doubt I’ll ever get tired of it.
I’m vaguely aware he’s been grunting, presumably enjoying his own release. It’s then I realise I’m having difficulty getting air into my lungs. I lick his hand as my chest heaves, a reminder I’m restricted to only breathing through my nose. He lifts his meaty paw away, allowing me to take in a huge gasp of air. When I open my eyes, he’s grinning down at me.
“Fuck, you nearly bit me trying to scream.” He shakes out his hand as if proving it.
“I don’t scream,” I tell him primly, but I can’t keep the twinkle out of my eye.
“Woman, you’re a fuckin’ liar.” He bends his head to kiss me, then, to let me catch my breath and, I suspect to get his back as well, he rests his head against my forehead.
Christ, but he got me soaking. I can feel a wet spot slowly cooling beneath me on the bed.
“I’ll go get rid of the evidence. I’ll be right back.”
It’s a necessary but not particularly romantic chore. The benefit of condoms, however, is that they make less mess, or less for a woman to clean up. But still, I could do with a wipe, and I’m too sated to leave the bed right now.
“Could you bring me a washcloth back?”
“Sure,” he winks, “I’ll clean you up.”
I’m forty-seven, not a young girl with starry-eyed dreams. Practicalities don’t get me embarrassed, I realise, as he slides off the bed. As he stands, a little shakily I’m pleased to note, the reason why I feel so uncomfortable becomes clear.
Grumbler notices the same time as I do and stares down in consternation at his limp dick trying to hide in its brok
en latex cocoon.
He rolls his head back. “Fuck, babe, I’m sorry.”
Natural horror of the consequences run through my head. But there won’t be any implications, will there? Sure, I’ve not started the menopause as yet, but I’m forty-seven for God’s sake, and Grumbler’s ten years older. Though I have heard men are fertile decades later, women, luckily, are not. No, we’re safe. Not a chance.
“Just how long has that condom been in your wallet, Grumbler?” He’d said he hadn’t had sex in a while. Unless he came prepared tonight, which I doubt. It was his voice and his masterful demonstration of his guitar playing skills that had gotten my defences down, despite my daughter sleeping next door.
“Not long,” he tells me.
I bristle slightly. “Was this your plan all along? To get me into bed?”
“No, no,” he refutes fast. “I always have one in my wallet. It’s a habit since I was a teen. A boy scout always likes to be prepared.”
I doubt he was ever a boy scout, but I let that pass, as suspicion dawns on me. “When did you put it in there, then?”
Grumbler’s brow furrows, then his eyes open wide. “I’ve not fucked since before the accident…” He breaks off, goes to the foil wrapper that’s discarded by the side of the bed, picks it up, and gets a pair of glasses out of his cut. He stares down for a moment, then says, “Fuck.” His gaze comes to me, and the heel of his hand hits his forehead. “How could I be so fucking stupid? This thing’s well out of date.”
“It’s alright,” I start. “I doubt I can get pregnant.”
“You sure of that?” he asks.
“It’s really unlikely, isn’t it?”
He stares for a moment, then chuckles. “With my lifestyle, yes. Probably fried my swimmers years ago with the heat from my engine. Look, I’ll just go get cleaned up. I’ll bring back a cloth.”
He disappears into the bathroom. When he’s gone for a few minutes, I suspect he’s taking some time to think, as I do myself. It’s impossible, isn’t it? But what if it’s not? How can I, at my age, have a baby and bring up a kid? Grumbler wouldn’t want a child, that’s for sure. Technically, he’d be old enough to be its great-grandfather.
Grumbler's Ride: Satan's Devils MC San Diego #2 Page 26