Burning With Desire

by Winters, Bella

  “Life sometimes does that to people,” I said after we were on the road. “There is just something inside you that can twist you around to the wrong forces if you aren’t paying attention. I think you should give your father some time. He will eventually come around.”

  “What if he doesn’t?” She asked.

  I sighed. “Then that is unfortunate. You have to decide whether it is really that important to you. Do you really need his approval?”

  “I don’t,” she said. “I used to think I did. In fact, if I look back on my life at a lot of the things I did and a lot of the things I didn’t do, most of it can be traced to trying to please my father. I grew up watching my mother basically giving in to his every whim and allowing him to gain more power over her. She was raised to stand down and to obey her husband. And when he cheated on her and she got mad enough to kick him out of the house, I thought she’d finally broke free of that mold. As bad as I hated that my parents had split up, I was so proud of her for standing up to him and doing the right thing.”

  “So, why did she take him back?” I asked.

  “I think it was a variety of reasons. She was kind of stigmatized in our family. She couldn’t keep her husband happy, so he strayed and then she kicked him out. That’s how a few of the older generation of our family saw things. And she knew it was hard on me. And lastly, financial reasons. I know my mother struggled a lot those few years to just put food on the table.”

  “I see,” I said. There was a lot of pain in Julie’s past and she hid the pain well, but the scars from that pain would always appear when she least expected it. She had to understand that she couldn’t run from it anymore. I didn’t want to cause her any more pain at the moment, so I kept my thoughts on the subject to myself, but she had to know that I considered her father to be a total coward and a bully. I doubted we would ever get along.

  I hoped that would change eventually, but I was sure as hell not going to hold my breath waiting for it. I wanted to give Julie hope, but people like her father did not change unless they really wanted to. They would never really accept that they had a problem unless it started to cause them real stress in their personal life.

  I wondered how much of stress that Steve was causing his daughter mattered to him.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Julie

  Watching the way that Ricky stood up to my father had excited me in ways I had never known before. The look on my father’s face when Ricky told him not to talk to me and my mother that way was priceless. He looked like he’d been slapped across the face. In fact, I was certain that Ricky had come close to beating his ass at one point. The man had it coming and it would have satisfied me so to see it happen to him.

  But then again, he was my father and I would have felt bad if things had escalated to that level. Ricky had held himself together and walked out before things really got worse and blew up. I wasn’t sure what my father’s plan had been. He’d started in right away picking at Ricky and asking stupid questions until Ricky started to snap back a bit at him. Then Steve couldn’t handle it anymore and he’d had a childish meltdown. It was so stupid. But Ricky had handled it perfectly.

  Watching him now, still calm, cool, and collected as he drove down the highway, I found myself getting so turned on. I wanted him badly. The masculine energy that emanated from this man’s being was something that touched me deeply inside and made me wet at the mere sight of him. I’d never known a man could do that to me. And I couldn’t wait any longer to get him inside of me.

  I reached over and began to massage Ricky’s crotch, taking him by surprise in the cab of the pickup truck. “Well…what are you doing?” Ricky asked.

  I giggled and continued to press against his bulge. It was thickening, and getting harder under my touch. I loved the way it wiggled against me as I moved it around, palming it and stretching it out with my pleasurable grasping motions.

  I unbuckled his belt and then reached inside his pants to feel his package bare. In an instant his length was free. He was hard and standing straight up as if waiting for instructions. I continued to fondle him, jerking his member up and down vigorously, watching with a gleefully curious eye at the way it jerked and moved under my touch.

  “Fuck,” Ricky said. “I’m going to have to pull over.”

  “Oh, am I distracting you?” I teased.

  Ricky found a quiet place that was fairly isolated and pulled over. There was a decent amount of shading and cover for us to hide behind.

  “Oh, that feels so good,” Ricky said. I stroked him harder now, spitting onto the tip of his member and then using it as some sweet lubrication to intensify the feelings that he had. He looked delicious and I knew that before long, I’d want to taste him. I licked my lips in anxious anticipation of this moment. Yes…

  “What do you want me to do with it?” I asked, teasing him, gripping the tip of his manhood as I asked the question. I let my fingers stand up and tickle the top of his wide, girth and then slide down into a full on fisting squeeze as I came down the length of his shaft and then gave him two hard pulsating squeezes at the base.

  “Keep squeezing,” Ricky said. “I love it rough. I like it when you make it yours, baby.”

  “It is mine and you’d better never forget that,” I growled. Using both hands now, I pulled down harder on his long member and then used my right hand to dedicate some special attention to his sack. It was taut and rigid right along with his boner. I traced my index finger along the bottom edge of it and then moved it right up the center until I ended up at the base of his shaft. Meanwhile, my other hand was still busy stroking him.

  Ricky’s breaths were coming in short, moaning gasps now and I knew that it wouldn’t be too much longer before he finally let go and flung his seed far and wide. I had to be ready for it and stop that before it happened too early. We had to create the right time for this sort of thing, and I was the one who was in charge of when that time would be.

  “Oh, rub it good,” Ricky said. “The head, rub the head.”

  I did as he instructed and I clenched his balls tightly as I did so. He gasped and groaned at the same time, a look of intense fear spreading across his face, which was soon replaced by a look of total shock and fun. He loved it when I hurt him a little bit. That extra measure of control, that took away his power ever so slightly, that’s what he was longing for in his life. He’d wanted someone to share it all with, to help shoulder some of the responsibility and to have someone to lean on for support. That’s what was missing most in his life, and that's who I knew I could be.

  I was getting so wet now, rubbing his package harder and harder, watching the head of it emerging out the end of my fist with every single thrust. I tried to pay careful attention to the glans, right under the hood. That was the sweet spot.

  I knew what I wanted and needed from him.

  “Take me,” I said.

  With that I stepped out of the truck and walked around to the back. I lowered the tailgate and leaned against it with the position of my body now dictating the next move. I knew I was right out in the open. There was some cover happening for me, but someone could be watching somewhere, or they might catch that glimpse as they passed by, but I just didn’t care anymore. I was tired of living by so many rules that this world had handed out to me. It was time to be bad, and I was ready to be as bad as possible.

  Ricky stepped out of the truck with his member still in his hand as he walked toward me. He saw the position I was in and he quickly moved behind my dress which was waving in the light breeze. He kissed me hard on the lips and then reached up under my dress to find my underwear. His fingers gripped along the waistband and he ripped them down below my ass. My skin felt a cool rush of air on the warm, spring day as Ricky’s hands grazed across my behind, lingering a bit around my crack area.

  “What do you want?” Ricky asked.

  “I want you to fuck the shit out of me,” I said.

  “Oh, I think that can be accomplished.”


  Ricky pulled his jeans down all the way and I felt his hard stalk probing against my ass, parting my cheeks, and then entering my soft, wet arousal. I sighed as he moved into me. Our bodies were now joining together as one being. And it felt miraculous.

  I was always so ready for this. My body tingled all over as he pounded the lust between my legs, forcing me to grow wetter with each passing thrust of his epic prong. He was pausing at the end of every thrust, plunging himself into me as far as he could go, and then pulling back out slowly, withdrawing from me a bit at a time, before ramming it hard and fast back inside of me. Then he would pause and wait for my body to savor the sweetness of him and he would fulfill my surrender with another thrust of his beautiful gift.

  “Fuck, that is so good,” I groaned as he bucked himself into my center, thrusting his whole body into every single motion with a sweet grunt.

  “I want you to scream as loudly as you want to,” Ricky said. “No one is going to hear you out here, baby.”

  I figured he was right, and he was also correct that I was holding back a little bit. It was time for me to release it all out into the world. I relaxed my body and went with it. I exhaled loud air every time he entered me. My body was boiling with the sex that was being pushed upon it. I accepted it gladly, every fiber of my being surrendering to him. I gripped the sides of the truck as tightly as I could.

  He grabbed my hair and pulled back firmly, both to steady himself and to maintain the illusion of control, to put upon me that little bit of fear and pain that was crucial to good lovemaking. I had to know that I was safe, but there were powers out there in this big, bad world that would seek to do me in if I didn’t have the adequate protection in place. I had to ensure that this happened. And the best way to do that was to have the love and support of the most amazing man I’d ever known could exist. And I had that. I had that in my life. I was that lucky.

  And at times I felt like I didn’t deserve it for some reason. It was the most exquisite pleasure and it had been given to me. I loved Ricky for his heart and his soul, for who he was, and our love blossomed into sweet release of a physical nature that drew forth outstanding pleasure bordering on pure bliss for the two of us to share together. How many others ever really got this lucky? People had sex all the time, but how many people ever really had their entire bodies poised to receive euphoria every time they wanted it from the person that they loved most in the world? This was why I felt truly lucky.

  Ricky pulled himself out and smacked his dick on the naked flesh of my ass. He then pushed it back in, just enough to slip the tip inside of me, and then he pulled it out. After that he did this once again, blocking my attempt at pushing back against it. What was he doing? He was teasing me and I was getting a bit fed up with it. I was so horny that I couldn’t stand it anymore. Didn’t he know that I was on the verge of coming?

  “You want this?” Ricky said. His face was now beside me, his lips kissing my cheek carefully. “You have to make me believe it.”

  “I want it,” I said. “I need you inside of me… why are you teasing me?”

  I was getting furious and a bit annoyed, but in a happy way. Ricky knew exactly how to make me want him and he was good at withdrawing from me, better than the other way around. That wasn’t supposed to be that way. I was supposed to be able to make him wait as long as I wanted to, but he had me in the position that I needed his body so much more. I was aching, quivering inside. My whole body was just begging for his touch.

  “You are so beautiful,” Ricky said. “I want to give this to you, but I want to do it slowly. I need to savor every single piece of you and there can be no rush.”

  “Ok,” I said. “Please, let me have it.”

  “Patience, my love,” he said. His lips brushed against mine softly, and then I felt his hard length enter me so slowly. I could not control the pleasurable sounds that squealed out of my body as he entered me. When he had finally completed his sweet insertion, I knew exactly what he was talking about. The pleasure that I was now feeling had taken the sweetness of before and skyrocketed it up to the top of the tops until I could not stand on my own any longer.

  Ricky had to hold me to keep me standing in position. I wanted to lie down in the bed of the truck and do it missionary style, but Ricky held me in place and kept pumping me with his long, hard, shaft.

  “I want you to come for me,” Ricky whispered. “I want you to come hard for me. I need to feel you on every part of me. I want to hear it, see it, feel it, and be a part of it. Please, you have to come for me.”

  I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations that were racing through my nether regions, and spreading to all the parts of my body. My mind was barely intact anymore and I was sure I was losing my mind, but somewhere through this chaos erupted the beginnings of an orgasm that was about to hit me like a tidal wave.

  I kept my eyes closed and thought about how hot it would be to have someone watching this, witnessing this amazing feat of lovemaking. They would be able to see that we’d hit a new benchmark of the human condition here, right?

  Just then I came. I came hard and my back bucked behind me as my head flew forward creating an odd whiplash attack. But I didn’t care. My body was heaving through the heaps of desire and pleasure that was fulfilling every single need I had inside of me. I was screaming in total pleasure so loud that I thought my throat might burst at any moment. I was ready to fall to the ground and collapse with my whole body twitching as if in some kind of limbo where only pleasure existed.

  A moment later, I heard Ricky grunt and release his sweet seed inside of me, which only triggered my own body to come harder. It was almost like a contest to see who had gotten off better at this point. His orgasmic fluid was hot and filled with purpose. I could feel it working inside of me, fueling me with even greater lust until my body just could not take anymore and I felt myself collapsing on the flatbed of the truck.

  I was spent. My entire being had just been fried.

  Ricky leaned against me as he humped out the last bits of his own epic orgasm and then he finally admitted defeat and leaned against me, his body holding me tightly and rocking back and forth with me.

  It felt like it was the two of us against the world out there. And I was sure we would be ok.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Ricky

  I took the shot and watched the ball flying through the air towards the hoop. It would be a three pointer if it landed, but if not Doug Simpson would grab it and do a rebound for his team. I just hoped that at least it touched the rim.

  The ball hit the backboard and then bounced over Doug’s head where Harold Naysmith reached for it and tipped it out of bounds. The crisis had been averted, but our team was still down by six points. It was one of those days where we just couldn’t seem to get it together.

  I played basketball at least once a week with several of the guys from work and a few guys that they knew. It was a good way to get out of the house and to bond with the guys outside of work, something healthy at least. And basketball had been one of my favorite sports since I was young. Being six feet two had some advantages. I was never going to play for the NBA, but I could jump and grab the ball up in the air with the best of most of the guys around the way.

  Julie was home watching Zoe on this Saturday. Later on we thought we might go get some ice cream, and take Zoe to her favorite park where she could play on the slides and the monkey bars. And of course she hoped that one kid, Byron, that she liked so much would be there. He always gave the fastest tire swing rides. I’d seen the kid do it; he had some massive upper body strength and he knew just how to lean into the throw to make sure that the swing spun around as fast as possible in one spot without wobbling too much to take the torque out of it. There was a science involved in that I was sure. I used to be the champ at it when I was in school back in the early nineties. Wow, that sounded like forever ago but felt like yesterday. I was finding out the thirties are a weird decade of life.

  I j
ogged over to grab some water and chugged from my bottle. The other guys followed suit and we decided to take a five minute break from the game. “Wow, you should have had that last shot Buckman,” Harold teased me.

  I laughed. “Well, we can’t get them all. Maybe one day I’ll be as awesome as you are.”

  He thought for a second and then considered it. “No, I don’t think that will ever happen.”

  I shook my head. “You are crazy. That delusional thinking is working out for you, though.”

  “So, how are things going with that young woman you are seeing? Is that why you are a bit distracted?” Harold asked.

  “How do you even know about this?” I responded.

  He shook his head and said, “Ah, you know how words travel around here. No one around here can keep a secret about anything.”

  “Things are fine,” I said.

  “What’s it like dating someone that much younger than you?”

  “It’s not anything different. I don’t even notice it. She is actually more mature than me in a lot of ways,” I said.

  “Well, that shouldn’t be too hard to pull off,” Alec Trent chimed in behind me.

  “Really? I’m going to take maturity advice from you?” I grinned.

  “No, but you should take it from me,” Gary said after he finished chugging his big bottle of water with his special branch chain amino acids added to it.

  I laughed. I actually liked and respected Gary, but the guys were really just trying to give me a hard time. Fine. Whatever. I would let them bust my chops and go home with a smile on my face.