by Ethan Egorov
“Maybe it’s wanting to know…” He trails off and licks his lip before pointing his gaze on me again as his hand drives down the front of my body, grazing the curve of my breasts, down my middle, and stopping between my legs where his hand presses more. My breath hitches and he just smirks in response.
“If you match.” He finishes, and I swallow hard at the darkening of his eyes and the way his jaw clenches.
“I… I’m a natural redhead.” I whisper, my voice shaking with all the desire. My body has never pulsed like this, never been dying to get to him, to have him.
He growls under his breath and presses against me more, his lips trail up my jaw and stop at the corner of my lips, “Bare?” he asks me, and my breath stalls as I think over his question, so outrightly hot it’s insane. His lips hover over mine, the heat of our breath spanning my face until I shake my head.
“Show me.” He sets me down and backs up in the same breath, far enough to inhale his intoxicating scent and see the blaze of his eyes, too far because my body isn’t against his anymore.
My eyes widen at him in confusion. “Here?” My voice cracks.
“Good a place as any, I’m not expecting company. Unless that’s your thing.”
“What? I mean, no.” I fluster, I’m not sure why that’s such a game changer for me, I mean it’s what I came here to do after all, I guess just… not so boldly.
He prompts me with his eyes and I swallow, but after a few seconds, something about his gaze gives me courage, maybe not so graceful but still. I start taking off my shoes, stepping down to lose a few inches in height, and I hold his gaze. He’s lucky I stopped my normal maintenance patterns after my ex, who had different preferences, but here we are. It’s kind of exciting, more or less stripping for him. I pulse and seem to be gushing with every breath I take, as my fingers fumble with the button of my pants, the zipper; I take it off and am left in my cotton panties. I curse myself for having them on but it’s not like I knew I would be hooking up with a hot biker. Staring at him, his arched brows carries me on, and I reach for the band of my purple panties, sliding them down my trembling legs. Being half naked in his hallway is probably the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me, the cold air fanning my warmed skin and aching core, as he looks at me, I feel like I am exploding.
“I was almost hoping you were wrong. It’d be easier.”
“For who?” I whisper.
“For you, sweetheart.” He reaches out and outright throws me over his shoulder, I squeal under my breath and laugh at being carried off like this. My ass is upturned and he turns to bite it along the way, just before I am tossed onto the bed.
“Roland—” I start, but don’t get to finish, looking at him staring down at me with such intensity is debilitating.
His room, I half notice, is decorated gray like the rest of his house and his sheets are a smooth, dark blue color, on a bed barely raised from the ground.
My chest heaves with my breath and he licks his lips, kicking off his shoes and socks as he looks at me. He goes to work on his shirt, stripping it off so I can see just how far his tattoos go. All the way down the planes of his chest, swirling down the sides of his body too. His abs, I count eight, are separated by a deep line falling down and disappearing with his Adonis belt, but his body is completely void of hair too.
“Wow,” I can’t help but say out loud.
He chuckles, “Just you wait, sweetheart.” He climbs on the bed, kneeling over me as he grabs my thighs and spreads them apart. My breath hitches at being so exposed to him, the same time his hands trail down my thighs.
I observe him looking at me and touching me and wonder how this could be. That I could just be a completely different person around him and fall into this spell, where I trust him, this stranger that I literally met in a jail house. But he knows my body, in seconds he knows how to touch me and drive me crazy, I guess we both are.
“What am I seeing?” I giggle. I also find it funny that we are doing this in broad daylight, the sun streaming in and reminding me that there is a world out there, but it has ceased to exist to me now.
“Be patient.” He lays his body over mine, kissing me, and grinding his cock into me. But there is still too much fabric in the way.
My hands trail down his body until I reach his jeans, working at the belt buckle and button to undo it. He helps shimmy it down his body, and then he is only in his black briefs. He breaks the kiss and I inhale a deep rush of air; his lips suckle underneath my ear and I mewl against him. I grow bold and reach down his briefs to grasp his cock, it’s harder than I imagined, the heat searing through my fingers. He growls and grabs me tighter, tearing at my shirt.
He undoes the buttons, his thick fingers fumbling along the delicate buttons. I laugh and help him along, he tosses it away like he is angry with my poor shirt.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Paige. I’ve wanted you since I laid eyes on you.” He says in his deep voice, as his fingers trail down my clavicle and curve of my breasts. He grabs the purple fabric cup of my bra on the left side and tugs it down, freeing half my breasts and nipple.
“While you were incarcerated?” I giggle past my breathy voice.
“That was the least of my worries.” He reaches around and undoes my bra, tugging it off, my hand has to leave his cock to get it off but I go back to clutching the fabric of his briefs, tugging the waistband down.
“The most of my worries was getting you. I was thinking you’re way out of my league.” He shifts down the bed so he is half out of my reach and his face is level with my breasts, his lips grazing my skin.
“I’m not that special, Roland.” I tell him. When his hands maul at my breasts, I lose all my concentration, even more so when his mouth closes around my nipple and his fingers toy with the other.
“I beg to differ.” He says, alternating his mouth and fingers.
I start to clench more everywhere, the fact that I haven’t gotten any of his attention where I need it most is maddening and I know he is doing it on purpose.
“Roland, please—” my breath hitches. He kisses my naval and looks up at me through his lashes, smirking.
He rises back up over my body, bracing his weight on one hand, the other slides down my body and pauses mid-thigh, his eyes boring into mine again.
“You want me to touch you?” He smirks, this man is smug as hell but with good reason.
“Yes,” I say, comfortably. Like I have known him for more than a few days. I have never been this bold before, this open, but it just feels good. I feel more of my body’s struggles fading away and just existing with him.
He makes me wait for it a bit longer before his hand hovers over my pussy, his fingers over my light red hairs. I arch my back and silently beg for more when he finally increases his touch, his fingers coming in contact with my pulsing clit that tremors with his touch.
“Oh god…” I cry out, when he really gets going.
He swirls and focuses around my clit and then directly on it, taking me higher and higher. My entire body thrums with the pleasure, the sensations overtaking my entire existence. I arch my back, moving my hips to be closer to him and get there faster. It’s better than any orgasm I could give myself, that anyone has ever given me. I taste it before it actually happens, my mouth watering as I clench his arm, when my body erupts with pleasure.
“Roland, holy—” I break off, the explosions still running through my body cutting me off.
His hand stays there over my pulses and leaves too soon. His lips are on mine again, his warm hand holding my thigh open as I rush to get his briefs off.
His cock springs free and I gasp, breaking the kiss to look down at it and I swallow.
“Told you.” He grins, smug as hell when he does. But I let it slide because he is right. His cock is the best one I have ever seen, the biggest clearly, and I start to wonder where the hell it will go. I reach out for it, grasping him in my hand and watching the tan flesh pulse with his every breath as I stroke him,
the moisture pooling at his tip.
“Fuck,” he growls and pulls away from me, climbing off the bed and to his bedside table. I slide up the bed to be closer to the pillow and lay my head against it.
He returns with a gold wrapped condom, undoes it in front of me and rolls it on. I watch with rapt attention; this muscled man that exudes all the sexual power in the world wants me and can have me. I find it hard to believe but I am lying here after all, legs spread and waiting for him.
“I’m not easing into this.” He positions himself between my legs, grasping at my thighs.
I nod once, and he smirks, raising my legs over his shoulders, my calves on his back, and he drags me down the bed, so the tip of his cock aligns with my opening. I don’t want him to ease into it at all, I want it as hard as he is. Something to really shake things up, something that is really different.
He makes sure I am looking him in the eye when he slides into me, it’s more of a swift thrust than a slide, and my walls expand with a sting to the size of him before they pulse with my body that wants more. My eyes loll back into my head as I clench at the sheets, raising my hips to meet his.
“Fuck, you’re tight as hell, sweetheart.” He presses forward, my thighs stretching as he goes deeper.
“Roland, I need you.” I whisper, my body tremors, tightening around him.
He drops my thighs and I have to hang on for dear life as he starts to fuck me, it’s hard and it’s fast and perfect. His body slams mine as the bed slams the wall, and I start to worry for the plaster seal but it is quickly pushed from my mind the more he goes on.
I watch his muscled body coil tight; his jaw hardens and lips curl over his teeth as he gets into it. My breasts bob with the thrusts shaking me and I start to quiver around him too fast. I don’t want it to be over. I beg my body to just hold on and enjoy this but it has other plans. He reaches up to grab my breast, his palm grazing across my nipple and further increasing my sensations.
“Oh god yes—yes—” I scream, my throat going tired from it too, and he enjoys how much it affects me because he just goes harder and faster, and I become an endless thrum of pleasure as another orgasm takes me. Deeper than the last one, if that were even possible.
“Damnit, Paige—fuck—” he growls, stilling inside me as he comes. I feel him clench and the heat spread inside me as he does.
He collapses over me, holding his weight as he kisses me. He releases my breast that he clenched so hard I still feel it thrumming when he does, instead he holds my waist as he deepens the kiss and swirls his tongue with mine.
His taste floods my mouth and I commit it to memory, kissing him back. I curl my fingers in his hair, thick and soft, silky even, as I kiss him back and we come down together. He slips out of me and I feel empty.
Breaking the kiss, Roland pushes back to look in my eyes and then he grins wide, his perfect pearly teeth blinding me. I smile back, as we are probably both thinking the same thing.
We are definitely doing that again.
7
Roland
It’s no question that Paige drives me crazy, that she makes me do things I have never even done before. Especially bringing a near stranger back to my place just for the hell of it. Except she doesn’t feel like a stranger, not like this. I’m not even the one-night stand kind of guy, not often enough for it to become a thing. I was always fine with just keeping people at arm’s length until it served me right to just cut them loose, women I mean. But Paige is different, I saw her and I knew I didn’t want it to be that way. Yeah, I get the sense she has a different idea, but I have a plan for how to take care of that.
“I thought you’d need a break,” Paige giggles against me, her lips at my ear as she lays over my body.
I smile at her, holding her at her waist and pulling her closer. She kisses along my jaw and makes my cock stir, I turn my head and trap her lips with mine, kissing her softly.
“I’m not like most men, sweetheart.” I chuckle against her lips before I deepen the kiss. Her lithe body lays over mine and further hardens my cock fully again. I’m surprised too, that I’m ready to go again so fast, but her body here laid over mine with all her softness and subtle sexiness is too much to handle, too much to even try to ignore.
“I can tell.” She giggles, rolling over to straddle my lap.
I smooth my hands down her skin, smooth and catching under my palms from the sweat, the sun shining in my room makes her skin warmer to the touch. Staying in bed with a woman in broad daylight isn’t something I often do, but it’s like we are on display and stepping out into the light together. I don’t need to know everything about her, not even a little bit, but I know that we are good together, that this feels good.
I deepen the kiss and swirl my tongue around hers, tasting her sweet mouth and memorizing how it feels against me. Her breasts mash against my chest and I trace the swells of them on the side. I go back and forth between being an ass or tits man and she has both, it confuses me, and I go from mauling her breasts to smacking her juicy ass as she squeals against me.
We break contact as I thankfully remember a condom and once it’s on, I’m deep inside her again.
“Ride me, sweetheart.” I whisper in her ear as she settles against me, the way she swivels her hips makes me groan, I’m actually moaning for this woman and that’s a first too.
She leans back, smiling down at me as she rises up and slides back down over my cock. I watch her red hair illuminated by the sun matching her small patch of light hairs over my cock as she takes over, riding me like no other. I reach out for her body, grabbing her hips, her tits, any part of her I can grab and squeeze in my palms.
Paige continues on, going faster and faster as she tightens around me, her breath hitching with her loud moans carrying out the father she goes on. I’m right behind her when she collapses into another orgasm, one that I soak up every second of until I come inside her, wishing there was nothing in the way.
“Wow,” she collapses over me, I kiss her briefly before she rolls off to the side and we catch our breaths. I discard the condom and lay back on the bed, panting and sheened in sweat with her, I could say the same thing about it but I don’t have the same energy levels during the day, especially after what’s been going on.
“You want something to eat? I can whip something up.” I offer. She doesn’t answer for a moment.
She reaches across me for the little blanket I have on the edge of the bed and throws it over herself.
“What are you covering up for?” I chuckle and turn to face her, propping my head on my hand. I notice her glancing over my naked body and more heat finding her cheeks, I lean in to kiss her cheek just under her eye and feel her smile against me.
“It’s cold. And I thought we agreed on the eating together thing.”
“I thought that was just out in public. I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I had you over, fucked you twice, and didn’t offer you anything to be hospitable.” I grin.
“So I don’t have to say yes? And that sounds like prostitution if you ask me.” She giggles.
My eyes widen in shock but then I remember she is a lawyer after all.
“I don’t see it that way. We can have a real conversation you know, I’m not just a sex god.”
She laughs aloud, a glorious sound that feels like seeing the sun outside.
“Okay, fine. I will take you up on that offer. Um, where’s your bathroom?” She sits up. My eyes roam over the sinuous skin of her back and line of her ass, imagining what it would be like to have her there and actively push it from my mind so I don’t get out of hand.
“Right through there.” I point her in the direction of the bathroom attached to my room, since it’s a master the closet and bathroom are all connected. When Spencer lived with me, I often found him using my spa tub but I got over it, he doesn’t have boundaries.
I give Paige some ample alone time before she comes out, I hand her a shirt from my drawer and go in after her to take a piss and clean u
p, then I put on a pair of gray athletic shorts and find her in my kitchen snooping in the fridge. Which wouldn’t be a problem if she weren’t bent over, her smooth legs and pale skin like a glow under the black shirt I gave her. I get a peek of the underside of her ass and smirk to myself.
“I’m enjoying this view, just so you know.” I announce that I am actively staring at her so it isn’t creepy. She giggles and doesn’t stand up right away.
“You have sparkling water.” She stands up and turns with one of the cans.
“Yeah, that a problem?” I chuckle and come around the counter, leaning against it. She hops up and sits on the counter above the dishwasher, crossing her legs. I notice for the first time her pink painted toes and smile again.
“It’s just kind of dainty. I’m shocked that you, the bad boy biker, has something other than beer in his fridge.” She giggles and takes a sip.
I shrug, “Well isn’t that speculation to assume that about me?” I arch my brow.
“I suppose. That’s a good one.” She smiles. I look over her, with the way her hair is mussed up and my shirt is drooping off her shoulder, showing off her dainty neck and pale skin. My mouth waters at wanting to taste her again, to kiss every inch of her body.
“I watch a lot of tv. So, breakfast food okay with you? I have a mean pancake recipe.” I clap my hands together and rub as she smiles.
“Sure.”
After I get started, she drifts to the living room and I hear the tv come on a few moments later. It feels oddly comfortable, having her here and cooking for the both of us, clearly, she feels comfortable too. I can’t shake the feeling that we aren’t on the same page; with the sex sure, but I want a little more than that. For the first time, I see her and don’t want anyone else to have her. Maybe I am being possessive, but I want to know everything about her.