Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  I hadn’t had an experience with drinkin’ by then, so I just downed the thing. And it was so smooth, I was surprised. Somehow I’d expected something worse. But then… it hit my gut. But before I could object, the bartender refilled my glass and the grinning man before me slipped a bill across the table.

  “C’mon, real quick now,” he urged me to down the other shot as he did his. And I saw through the crowd at least two big guys coming, and judging by the look on the handsome man’s face, I could only assume they were friends of the man who was now bleeding and unconscious on the floor.

  “Down it now babe, or I’m gonna have to bust a few more noses on your account,” he said, as if it’d all been unavoidably my fault.

  I didn’t think it was, and maybe I was just a sucker for anyone that talked with authority, because I drank it down just as he said. I blinked as a bit of dizziness hit me, but it tasted just like juice.

  “I didn’t mean to cause no trouble,” I said, but I knew the music was drowning out half my words.

  “You’re too damn hot babe, you’re trouble on a pair of sexy legs,” he said, grabbing my arm and guiding me away from the bar just in the nick of time. We avoided the arrival of the other two, though a quick glance back showed me they weren’t going to take long before they followed after us through the crowd.

  All while I was towed along by some towering beefcake of a guy I didn’t even know the name of.

  The music was becoming almost suffocating, the press of the bodies around me as my fear mounted.

  What was goin’ on? Why’d I have to get myself into this mess? I should’ve just stayed home, safe and bored on the farm!

  But it seemed a little late for that, as I tagged along behind that big man, in his tight black jeans and top. Though a glance behind me showed the two big men picking up their friend and then looking at us with daggers in their eyes.

  I don’t need to tell you they started shovin’ folks out of the way as they came for us.

  But through the loud music the man who held my arm pushed us on ahead.

  “What’s your name, babe?” he asked me over the din of noise as he guided me around to the back exit, it seemed.

  “E-ember,” I managed. Short for Emberlynn, but I thought just the first part sounded more exotic and so I’d gone with that since I made the big move.

  “Glad to meet’cha, Ember,” he said back at me with a grin, as those three guys now were closing in on us in their hurry for revenge. “My friends call me Truck. ‘Cause I hit like one,” he remarked, and it wasn’t hard to see that. His fists alone looked like they could crush my skull.

  Though carrying on a conversation as I hurried through the crowds and out into the cool night air was difficult.

  Truck paused for a moment, looked around and spotted a motorcycle. He went to it and hopped on, riding back in the seat, but tossing the helmet onto the sidewalk as he started it up with a roar.

  “Now or never, Ember,” he said, gesturing for me to hop on in front of him.

  What in the devil was I doing?

  But what choice did I have? I was being chased by those... those... thugs! At least Truck had been nice to me, but even then, I knew he was violent. I should’ve been so much more scared, but instead I walked up to the bike. Though then I hesitated.

  “Where’re you going to take me? I don’t know the city...”

  “Now you know me, and that’s all you need to know to get by,” he said so calmly, that deep, husky voice of his radiating authority as he looked to me unflinchingly.

  Though the decision was made for me when the three guys came out the door, looked around and shortly thereafter found us.

  “No time,” Truck said, grabbing me again and pulling me onto the bike before he sped off. The three men running towards us, away from the crowd of smokers milling about the doorway.

  As we started to head on by though, Truck kicked out his leg, knocking over one motorcycle, and then that toppled into another and both fell. The shouts of curses from the three men indicated it was theirs.

  I couldn’t stop thinking what I’d gotten myself into, and I squirmed a little under the pressure as my arms wrapped around Truck’s waist. He was huge, and hard, and scary.

  And I was ridin’ off to who-knows-where with him.

  I was sat side-saddle style, arms about his hard torso as we drove on through the city streets. The thrum of the motorcycle beneath me so very loud. Then something occurred to me…

  “Why’d you toss your helmet away? And… why’d they only have two motorcycles if there was three of them?” Though even as I asked the question, the answer became apparent.

  Truck laughed and revved the engine, cruising on down the streets faster. The lit up roads a mystery to me, in a city I was only just barely getting acquainted with.

  “If he wanted to keep his bike he shouldn’t have called you a bitch,” he said with a grin, as the rumble of the engine reverberated up through me.

  “This is stolen?” I said even though I knew the answer and didn’t really want to hear it out loud. But it just came out of my lips without permission.

  I wanted to leap off, but my legs were totally exposed and we were going really fast. I’d hurt myself somethin’ awful if I jumped. I made my choice and had to live with it.

  “It was probably stolen before I even took it, Ember, don’t fret over it,” he remarked so nonchalantly, tearing on down the road, taking these smooth, practiced turns. It might not have been his motorcycle, but he knew how to drive it, that was for certain.

  Then I noticed we were heading into a darker neighbourhood, residential, where the street lights were broken as often as not.

  “I don’t know this place,” I said, worry edging into my voice. What if he took me captive and killed me!

  My parents warned me that would happen if I left for the big city, and I was shiverin’, not just from the cold but also ‘cause of the thought of him doin’ somethin’ horrible.

  “Don’t worry your pretty lil’ head, Ember,” he said to me as we approached this one house, with a motorcycle out front, a few people loafing about, drinking and smoking. It looked like a place people in TV shows went to buy drugs.

  And it was where he pulled us up to.

  “This is my pad,” he declared so casually, as if that was supposed to be reassuring. Though with him coming to a stop and lifting his leg up off the bike, he pulled me from my seat and grinned down at me.

  I knew I was far from my own apartment, and maybe it was the two drinks, but I gave him a small, cautious smile. I had enough money to get a cab, if I needed it, I reasoned. So maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to just have another drink with him...

  He reached a hand up and slid it along my neck to my chin, before some guy came rushin’ up.

  “Hey Truck,” he said, clearly younger than the big man.

  “Ditch the bike, Tommy. I’m takin’ my new girl up into the house,” he declared, having put a claim to me as easy as that, it seemed. He took my hand and led me on up the walkway, over the stairs as Tommy rode off as instructed.

  The sound of blaring music lifted out of the house, as if another party awaited me. And judging by the bodies that milled about outside, smoking and drinking, I could imagine there were only more inside.

  “Hey Truck,” said one of the scandalously clad, bombshells outside his door. “Who’s the goth?”

  “Shut up,” he said to her so flippantly. “She’s my gal,” there it was again as he led me into the house, a party definitely going on, though it wasn’t as packed as the club was. It more seemed like a group of friends and lovers hanging out… making themselves quite at home.

  I didn’t really like bein’ claimed like I’m his pet or somethin’ like that, but at the same time... I did. Or, my body did. It made my heart thump and my stomach flip with excitement or somethin’. Maybe it wasn’t so bad. I’d never been to a house party before, and I had to avert my eyes from the people makin’ out and grindin’ on the co
uch, but it felt like it was bad.

  And didn’t I want to be a little bad?

  The large living room had a bar of its own, and Truck took me over to it, giving a grunt or a nod to some of the people as they greeted him, but staying focussed. He took up a large bottle of vodka, like the stuff he’d ordered me at the club, and poured us both up a glass, this time without the cranberry juice for me.

  “To livin’ fast, and fun times, huh?” he said in a toast to me, grinning as we clinked glasses before he downed his and poured another up quickly thereafter.

  The fresh air must’ve taken away a lot of the effects of the first drinks, because when I took it straight, I felt it not a minute after. A warm, soothing feeling. It hardly had any taste to it, but I could feel it as I pushed the glass away.

  But when he poured me up another, I drank that back too. I didn’t want him thinkin’ I was a goody-goody or nothin’.

  As people came up, payin’ their respects to him, he seemed focussed solely on me. Restin’ his hand upon my hip as he smiled and shared the vodka with me, it was clear Truck was somethin’ of a leader of these hard tickets.

  “You handled that situation back at the club well,” he said in his deep, gravelly voice, a glint in his eyes as we drank.

  I giggled.

  “I didn’t handle it at all. I didn’t do anything. All I wanted was to go to the bar for a drink,” I reminded him, and the vodka was makin’ my tongue looser.

  His big, strong hand rubbed and squeezed at my side, his thumb roamin’ in over my belly.

  “You kept your cool through it all. That’s an important quality in a woman. In anyone really,” he said, knocking back another vodka before topping us both up, the alcohol seeming to have no effect on the giant man. “Knew from the moment you walked in, I had to score some time with you.”

  I laughed, my nervousness beginning to drift away a little. Whether it was the alcohol or the fact that we were no longer running from a bunch of scary bikers, I didn’t know, but whatever it was, I liked it.

  “There wasn’t another choice other than keepin’ calm and just goin’ with what needed done...”

  He grinned at me as I downed my drink, leaned in and kissed at my neck, much to my surprise. His lips workin’ their way up towards my ear, but no sooner than the glass was away from my lips, he moved on in and claimed ‘em with a moist kiss.

  My very first kiss, despite the dark look I was rockin’.

  Though judgin’ by how pleasant and skillful he was, it wasn’t anywhere close to bein’ his first.

  And he felt... really, really good.

  I’d never even fantasized about something feeling so good. It affected me from my lips right down to my toes and back up again, makin’ my body feel chilled and hot, all at once.

  I hadn’t really thought about what I wanted out there at the club, I was just tryin’ to find myself, but instead I found a bad boy with a mouth of sin.

  Before I knew it, his glass was discarded on the bar and he had both hands upon me. One at my hip and stomach, the other movin’ up to cup my breasts. Suddenly I wasn’t just in a room full of lewd people, I was part of ‘em.

  I was engaged in somethin’ indecent, before all eyes, as Truck’s big hands felt me up, his lips worked at mine, and he gave a deep, husky growl of approval. He sounded like some sort of large, intimidatin’ beast.

  I pulled away, touchin’ my fingertips to my lower lip. It was almost like it was numb but not quite, and I was breathin’ so fast, his hands still wanderin’ over my body.

  “Truck, maybe we should... slow down,” I said, though my body hated me for it. And, honestly, part of my mind, too. I was supposed to be someone different than my prudish, virginal self. I wanted to leave that girl behind.

  But I was nervous. It was all happenin’ so fast. Or I think it was… I was so tipsy by that point. Way too much vodka for my first-timer self to handle.

  My words seemed to almost confuse him, but he took a look around at the place, as if that was the problem.

  “C’mon,” he said, but this time he didn’t take my hand and drag me along like I feared he might — having to wobble on those high heeled boots with all that vodka in me felt like it’d be suicide — instead he swept me off my feet, literally, and carried me on over to the stairs, holdin’ my whole body up as if I weighed nothin’!

  It impressed me, not gonna lie about that. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and even though my feelings were all strange and out of sorts, I admit... I was excited to be held by him. He was the kinda guy who’d never even look my way when I was in school.

  The kinda guy I’d giggle over with my girlfriends, knowin’ he was way too hunky for me. I’d have facebook stalked him and all that but this was beyond even my fantasies of what’d happen.

  “Where’re you takin’ me?”

  “Somewhere private,” was all he said as he pushed past another couple making out in the upstairs hallway. “Outta the way,” he growled as they hurriedly shifted to make way for him and I; though mostly him of course.

  He kicked open a door and took me on in to what must’ve been his bedroom. It was a mess, but the king sized bed and blankets all looked nice, just unmade. With some of his clothes on the floor. No garbage or anything around, thankfully.

  Slamming the door behind us with his foot he gave me a toss onto the bed, and my whole world went wildly spinning, thanks to both the trip and the alcohol. I couldn’t help but cry out — mostly in amusement — but he pounced atop me in no time, kissing at my neck as soon as I settled into place.

  He felt so amazing. His mouth, the way he knew to touch me, it was surreal. When he found that one spot on my neck, I was putty in his arms, my mind shutting down so that I was left with only pleasure.

  I moaned, unintentionally, and took in several quick breaths.

  This was definitely not how Emberlynn would react... but Ember? She’s been dreaming about this day for a decade.

  Don’t get me wrong, I was wrapped up in somethin’ way over my head. I was dealin’ with shady folk and a dark, violent guy I didn’t even really know, and if I didn’t have a ton of vodka in me I’m sure I’d have screamed in terror and ran for my life.

  If I was allowed.

  But instead, I was pinned beneath that big muscle head bruiser Truck, his hands roamin’ up and down my sides, feelin’ the fishnets over my thighs, workin’ in under my skirt. He felt me up in such a way it was like he was payin’ homage to every inch of me. No rush to get to the act, just feelin’ out every bit of my body as he groaned and growled, licked and nibbled.

  I wasn’t thinkin’ straight, that much was for sure, and when he finally took a break from kissin’ my neck, and some of my thoughts returned to me, I managed out some words. “I can’t do this,” I said, hand on his chest.

  His big, hard chest. Which felt like smooth, polished stone through his shirt.

  “Sure you can,” he said, and he rose up, grasping his shirt from the back and tugging it up over his head in one swift motion, leaving his upper body bare. Leaving me to gaze up at the mounds of muscle that were his pecs, abs and biceps. The kind of sculpted body I’d never come close to seein’ out in the country. With a peppering of dark hair that travelled on down his stomach to his low hanging jeans, as if the trail led beneath to something greater still.

  And with him undoing his pants, I had a feelin’ I’d find out soon.

  I was panickin’ a little, but my heart was racin’ ‘cause I was excited too. ‘Cause a part of me — a big part of me — just wanted to go with it. Virginity be damned.

  But maybe I was a prude.

  “I’ve never... with anyone,” I murmured.

  He paused, his jeans undone and peeled open to show an obscene bulge in his black briefs. He looked at me, half-grin on his face, a look of disbelief on his face.

  “You’re fucking with me,” he said after another once-over look across my body, so darkly clad, making me look like Ember; naughty girl.

/>   With that reassurance he tugged down his jeans and underwear, and I got to see what laid at the end of his dark trail: a big, throbbing heft of cock meat. Thick and veiny, it bounded out from its confines, full of desire and bigger than I thought it’d be. With a pair of heavy balls beneath to complement its hefty girth.

  Part of me was gettin’ scared, but the bigger part...

  I was gawkin’. I knew that. My mouth was parted, my ruby lipstick probably all gone, a little crack in my mask. My grey eyes widened, and I couldn’t turn away.

  And really... what was I hoping for? Romance and fireworks? An ‘I love you’?

  I’d gone to the club lookin’ for sex whether I wanted to admit it or not. I just didn’t think I’d get it.

  Once I had that big, strong, nude man up over me, his hands freely roamin’ up my legs and beneath my skirt, it was hard to battle instinct. And alcohol.

  He touched my bare, pale skin beneath the frills of my skirt, and hooked his fingers into the elastic of my panties. He tugged ‘em on down and removed the black, frilly undergarment, liftin’ ‘em up to his nose for a deep inhale.

  “Ahh, damn… now that’s the scent of a woman,” he growled before letting the panties drop and spreading my legs out wide before him, sliding his fingers up my inner thighs.

  I watched him with rapt, though slightly blurred, attention, the corset feeling so constraining against my quickened breathing. My breasts held tight to my ribs as he touched me, inhaled me so crassly. It was like nothin’ I’d even heard girls gossipin’ about.

  It was so much more... intimate.

  I’d shaved down there, and I was suddenly shy by the fact that he could see all of my most private parts, so I tried to close my legs but those hard hands wouldn’t let me.

  He was in the driver seat, and it was clear he intended to savour every part of me. Every glimpse of me. His eyes glued to the sight of my glistening slit.

  “Damn… that is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he said in a growl, licking his lips. And I didn’t need to wonder if he was lying. Truck wasn’t the kind of guy who had to lie to make women swoon. He just had to be his brutish self. No false compliments necessary.