Wheels of Steel, Book 2

by Pepper Pace

  “I think it’s sexy.”

  “Do you want me to cut my hair?” She reached up and slid her hands into his curls. His eyes closed and he groaned.

  “That feels good.” He leaned forward and kissed her; softly and sensually. He pulled back, not wanting any temptation that he could not act on. She smiled happily, leaning her head against his neck and shoulder; her favorite spot in the entire world.

  “I love you, Jason.”

  “You said it first!”

  “What?”

  “I always say it first. And then you say, ‘I love you too.’”

  “I do?”

  “Yep.” He squeezed her to him.

  “I promise to say it first more often.” He nodded. “Jason?”

  “What, Sweetheart?”

  “I’m going to church tomorrow with my mother. Will come with us?”

  “Your Mom is going to hate that.”

  “I know.”

  “Is the plan for her to like me or hate me?”

  Robin sighed. “The plan is for ME to like you. And that plan is already working.”

  Later in the evening after having dinner…again, Robin stepped up behind Jason as he worked on the computer. She rubbed his shoulders while he sighed in contentment.

  “Jason?”

  “Hmmm?” His eyes were closed in pleasure at the feel of her hands on him.

  “I want you to do something for me.” She whispered into his ear.

  Oh jeez. That statement had made him instantly erect. “Okay.”

  “Sing for me baby.”

  Jason’s eyes popped open. He turned to look at her. “Robin…I wish I could. But I can’t control my singing voice.”

  “I know. That’s why I want you to sing. It will be special. It will be just for me.” He blushed furiously. “Don’t tell me that you’ve never sang before; even in private?”

  He shrugged. She had finally done it; she had caused Jason to be at a loss for words.

  “You ask me to do things that are hard for me all of the time.” She said earnestly.

  “But I only ask you to do things that you are good at. You want me to do something that I suck at.” Robin moved to sit in his lap and she stared into his eyes deeply.

  “Don’t be embarrassed to use the voice that god gave you. I love you Jason and I love your voice. Sing for me.” A frown flickered across his brow as he seemed to consider her request. He looked at her and began to sing a song that she had never heard. His voice was almost like the spoken poets that she used to hear doing poetry slams on TV. Of course it was halting and sometimes he stuttered, but he had a rhythm and gait that indicated he’d done this before.

  When he finished the entire song he just stared at her.

  “Wow.” She hugged him. “That was so beautiful, Jason. What was that?”

  “Hurt. The Johnny Cash version, not the Nine Inch Nails version.”

  “Johnny Cash.” Again he had surprised her. He listened to Johnny Cash? “Can you play it for me?” She was intrigued. They went to the computer and he pulled it up on YouTube. She listened to it, never having thought of Johnny Cash as someone that she’d ever want to listen to, but as she watched the music video and listened to the lyrics, mixed with his voice, goose pimples began to move up and down her spine.

  “Remember when you said you’d sing me 3 songs the next time you saw me?”

  She smiled. “Yes.”

  “Will you sing me to sleep later tonight?”

  “Lullabies?”

  “Love songs.”

  “Mmm, okay babe.” She kissed him wanting to linger into it, feel his hands on her but after a few moments he reached past her and began pulling up obscure music from groups that she wasn’t familiar with, searching for beats that he liked. After a while she got up and retrieved his laptop from his book bag and began surfing the net for things that she’d wanted to look up and hadn’t had the time to do; perforated ulcers, Baclofen pump, Cerebral Palsy. She signed into her Yahoo Messenger and sent him a message.

  ~Hi Top…haven’t talked to you in a while~

  ~Sorry, Sweetheart. I met this amazing girl and she’s had all of my attention~

  ~Aww shucks, because I have a great big crush on you. Sometimes Top, I fantasize about us…I’m doing that right now. I keep thinking about this morning and how close I was—before we were interrupted~

  Jason immediately powered down his computer and wheeled his chair to her. He took the laptop out of her hands and placed it on the couch.

  “Maybe we should go to bed now.” He said breathlessly.

  Robin hid a smirk. She was just learning the power of seduction. Sheesh, she should have done that hours ago! They could have been making love all of this time instead of messing around on the computer! Making love…Robin practically skipped into the bedroom and jumped onto the bed. She noted that Jason could move fast in his wheelchair.

  He slipped off his shirt and tossed it into the chair, and then pulled down his pants without unbuttoning them since they were relatively loose. When he was just down to boxers he slid onto the bed and gave Robin a nervous smile.

  “Maybe…I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “What? You mean because of the ulcer?” He nodded.

  She stroked his face as he propped himself up on his elbow and watched her. “While your penis…um dick…is big, it’s not that big. I promise that it won’t touch the ulcer.”

  “You know what I mean,” he sighed. “I don’t want to put your body under too much stress.”

  Robin threw her head back and laughed. It was a gut busting, belly shaking laugh. She managed to look at him sincerely. “Jason Lane Hamilton, if you don’t fuck me very soon my body will be in very big stress!” Yes, her stomach ached some, but it was not nearly as intense as her desire for him.

  Jason didn’t say another word. He just rolled over on her; covering her with his body, most of his weight distributed between her legs as he propped himself up on his elbow.

  “Grab the condom.”

  “Now?” Her brows went up.

  “Yeah. I’m ready.” Robin laughed and reached into the drawer for the condom. Jason was gyrating his hard-on against her. God, he wasn’t kidding; he was rock hard.

  Jason just pushed down his boxers over his ass and rolled slightly to the side while Robin slipped it on him. She would never stopped being amazed at how big it got. It was so huge; it was one thing to fantasize about it, when you weren’t seeing it disappearing inside of your body. But at moments like this, when it was throbbing between them, it just seemed unbelievable.

  Jason was pushing down her panties and she kicked one leg free before he rolled back into position between her thighs. She tried to flick it from around her ankle but Jason’s insistent gyrating soon caused her to forget about it. He caught her mouth with his and it was like he was a heat seeking missile, her lips the target. No matter how she turned her head, his lips were there.

  Robin brought her legs up around his waist. She had never done that before. She wasn’t ready yet, but she could feel him against her clit; rubbing and grinding into her. He was trying to make her go crazy! Robin’s eyes rolled up in her head as she groaned and shivered.

  “Fuckkkkk….” She murmured.

  Jason nipped her ear and said softly, “What?”

  “Fuck.” She repeated, her body quaked.

  “Say it again, Sweetheart.” His hard shaft rubbed up and down against her swelling labia and now her juices were flowing and it caused the sensations to intensify as his pace quickened.

  Robin panted, head rolling back and forth. “Oh fuck, Jason! Fuck, fuck fuck!”

  He cried out and reached between them, slipping the head of his dick into her wet opening. He could feel her muscles rapidly opening and closing. He withdrew and she called out, but then he teased her clit with his swollen head.

  Robin’s hands gripped his shoulders and she rolled her hips against his. “Jason! Please!”

  He couldn’t resist
any longer and he slipped into her, slowly and completely. The keening sound of pleasure that Robin made was difficult for Jason to interpret. But when her arms went around his neck and she was whimpering, ‘Yes, Yes and Yes!’ He knew that it was a good sound. And then he could concentrate on how excellent his dick felt being engulfed by her contracting muscles.

  ‘God, I want to die in this pussy…’ He thought as he tried not cum. ‘Please cum, Robin.’ He prayed. ‘Please please please!’

  “Come on, baby.” He murmured into her ear. “Cum, baby, please cum.”

  She nodded her head. “Okay,” she said breathlessly. “Okay…ahhh! Okay…” Sweat was rolling down her face and her legs were trembling. The feeling mounting inside of her was so big that it scared her, she was almost too afraid to allow it to grip her. But Jason’s words of encouragement finally allowed her mind to relax and before she knew it Robin DeMara Mathena was having her first orgasm—not the climax that is just a release of sexual buildup; but the complete and total thing; the big ‘O’!

  “Oh my freaking god!” She screamed. Her body began to buck and at first Jason thought she wanted him to stop because she was jerking and thrashing but when he slowed down she screamed and pulled his hair. So he sped up and she growled and pulled his hair. He could feel his cum waiting to explode from his body but he was too mesmerized by her reaction; he had to watch her a few more precious moments before he released the controlling grip on his own orgasm.

  Somewhere, in another apartment far far away, another couple would hear their love cries and cover their mouths in laughter, cutting off their television so that they could listen for more, wondering who the lucky people getting pounded were.

  Robin kept making whimpering sounds long after the orgasm ended. Jason lay limply on his side, watching her like she was a new music video.

  “Are you okay, baby?”

  “Meh.” Was her response.

  “Huh?”

  Her hand flopped up and patted his thigh. He supposed that meant yes. He smiled. Is that why people used to touch his dick? Because they knew that a big dick could make a woman feel like this? He wondered distantly if his Dad had been packing and if that was the reason his Mom had tolerated him for so long and took so much shit off of him.

  Robin discovered that she was soaking wet and at first she thought the condom had broken, but it hadn’t. She sat up weakly and touched the sheet. Did she pee?! Oh my god. Jason was looking at the wet bed, too. It didn’t smell like pee, and she would have remembered doing that.

  “What is that?”

  “I think you sprayed.”

  She gave him a confused look. “Is that real? I thought that was like tying a cherry stem with your tongue and shooting golf balls out of your vagina.”

  “What else could it be?”

  Robin climbed out of bed and stumbled on her weakened legs. Jason watched proudly. “Get up. I’m going to change the sheets.” She gave him a stern look as he moved to the wheelchair. “And we never speak of this again!”

  “Baby, I think it’s sexy.”

  She was pulling the sheets off the bed. “Well I don’t want to be spraying like I’m a dog!”

  He laughed and while she put fresh sheets on the bed, tried to convince her that a female ejaculation was something to be proud of. At the word ‘ejaculation’ she got more disgusted.

  Jason rolled into the bathroom and got rid of the condom and once they were both in bed again Jason moved down.

  She grimaced. “Oh Jason, I’m too sore. What are you doing?”

  “I want to taste it.”

  “Oh gross.” But he moved between her legs and allowed his tongue to glide along her inner thighs where the female ejaculant had dried. At first Robin hoped he would hurry and satisfy his curiosity. But after a few minutes of his tongue on her inner thigh and his lips on her damp pubis, her body began to warm up. And then her vagina began to lose its natural lubricant and Jason’s mouth was again a heat seeking missile; locating and devouring every luscious drop.

  She was too sore to make love again and then Jason was cursing his big dick. But she did let him finger and fondle her and while she rubbed his dick Jason came a second time.

  It was two in the morning and they were in bed kissing and talking. “How bad did your mother piss you off when she yelled at you?” Jason asked.

  “Oh. You heard that?” She blushed.

  “Of course. I was just outside the door.”

  “Eavesdropper!” She sighed. “She made me pretty mad.” She suddenly remembered her Mom talking about their babies and how she should never have any with him and her embarrassment deepened. “I’m sorry that you had to hear that-”

  “Let’s make a pact…” Her eyes flitted to his and then away and this time he blushed.

  “Sorry, bad choice of words. A promise. Let’s never apologize for what our mother’s do. We are not our parents.” She kissed him once.

  “Yes. That’s a good promise.”

  Jason moaned and then rolled over onto his back. “Robin. I’m going to…have a…”

  “Seizure?” He nodded. When it was over she rubbed his naked chest and waited for his eyes to open.

  “Hmmm.” He said, eyes still closed. “I didn’t get a huge hard-on. I think I’m too exhausted.”

  She moved the sheet back. “Semi,” she announced. She lay back down, head resting on his shoulder. She fondled his nipple and he jumped and gripped her wrist.

  “Jesus, Robin!” She watched him curiously as he relaxed again and noted that the sheet had greatly risen.

  “What is it about you and your nipples?”

  He shook his head. “Touching my nipples is like…giving me a blowjob. It’s that powerful.”

  “Wow…even when you touch them yourself?”

  He nodded and yawned.

  “Jason…”

  “No…” He already knew what she was going to say next. “I’m too tired…”

  “I want to see if I can make you cum just by touching your nipples.” He groaned reluctantly. “Please?”

  “Ahhh…Okay, go for it.” He closed his eyes.

  “No touching yourself.” She instructed. Jason nodded his agreement.

  Robin sat up and reached over and flicked his nipple. Jason squirmed and bit his lip, eyes squeezing shut. She traced a slow circle around his dusky aureole, feeling it bead beneath her fingertips and harden. Jason’s back arched and he moaned. Robin could not believe how much he enjoyed this.

  She lowered her mouth over his nipple and sucked it while she continued rubbing the other. Jason’s body suddenly stiffened and she saw him gripping the sheet. He started groaning loudly. “I’m going to cum!” He said in a rush of breath. And then his hips began to pump into the air as he made small, repetitive grunting sounds. She lightly squeezed his nipple and he cried out loudly and then his hand was beneath the sheet stroking himself.

  He gave her a tired look. “Told you.”