by Rie Warren
What? I had to make doubly sure they knew she was mine since I couldn’t hulk around her twenty-four-seven.
Despite the fact I had no probs being her taxi, I knew she was getting antsy about her dirt bikes.
My truck crunched down that long, lonely dirt track in Cainhoy, the trailer bumping along behind. I fully expected a run in with Rayce’s foul-mouthed fucker of a dad maybe toting a double-barreled shotgun this time. All was quiet when I rumbled into the lot, which looked just as much of a neglected junkyard in January as it had back in December the first time I’d been here.
I made short work of loading Rayce’s enduro KTM and the racing TXT bikes on the tow bed and strapping them down. Thankfully it looked like Le-Roi, King Of Shit, hadn’t laid a finger on them. Maybe he’d learned his lesson from last time. Break his face with my fists? You bet I would.
I located her helmets and goggles in one of the several sloped-roof ramshackle sheds and sat them on the passenger seat beside me.
Back at home I rolled the dirt bikes off the trailer and into the garage, parking the screaming beauties beside my vintage Vincent motorcycle. Damn, our rides looked good together. The perfect dichotomy. Just like us. Sleek, fast, and lightweight. Huge, dark, and powerful.
I spent a good hour rubbing soft wax into her bikes then I hung her helmets and extra gear beside mine on the wall, her dark visors fucking spick and span, too.
Just like usual, I picked up Rayce at quitting time at Stone’s, letting out a booming laugh when the guys taunted her and me. At this point nothing pissed me off. I had my woman in all ways but one.
Okay, that kind of got under my skin. Considering the amount of time Rayce and I spent together, and the true reality all I had to do was think about her to get a frickin’ towering hard-on, I was hurtin’ for her.
My cock could wait.
Reuniting Rayce with her bikes? I couldn’t wait to see her face light up.
When we pulled into the drive, her eyes popped wide, going from gold to light green in that fascinating change in her irises, as she looked from the open garage door to me.
“Your chariots, Princess Phoebe.”
“Boomer!” She slugged me on the shoulder then hauled ass out of the truck.
I followed, chuckling.
She ran ahead of me and squatted down. She smoothed her hands all over the sleek sweptback bodies.
“I missed you girls.” Her eyes shined as she rested her head against the black leather seat of her trial bike.
I lounged against the wall, until, with a last look she strolled toward me.
“I don’t deserve you.” Lifting up on her tiptoes, she wound her arms around my neck.
She didn’t have to know I’d taken the afternoon off to collect and take care of her babies.
I kissed her lips with a hot swipe of my tongue.
Swatting her on the ass, I said. “Sure you do.” Ambling toward the house, I shot back, “Besides, you’re cooking tonight.”
“Takeout?” she asked hopefully.
“Nope. I’m a big man. Need a big home-cooked meal.”
“I hate cooking,” she grumbled.
“I know.” I held the door open as she trudged across the porch. “That’s why it’s gonna be so much fun to watch. Just try not to burn the kitchen down?”
She hissed at me the same time Shitlock did because I’d ignored him for two-point-zero seconds.
Needless to say dinner was a freakin’ disaster.
I loved it all.
Smoke rose from the stove, and I flipped on the fan.
Curses rolled from Rayce’s tongue, and I kissed her quiet.
She broke a plate, and it shattered on the floor.
I enjoyed watching her bend over to sweep it up.
She glared at me.
I grinned.
We sat down in the dining room to the scent of scorched mac n’ cheese—from a box—charred pork chops—heavy on the char—and a salad that was actually pretty edible.
When all was said and done, Rayce shoved her plate away with a clatter. “That was disgusting.”
“Yeah,” I pushed back my chair, smiling.
“You ate all of it!”
“So did you.”
“I was starving.” Rayce rounded the table and landed in my lap.
“Me too.” My lips dipped greedily to hers.
I held her plump ass in my hands, licking her tongue into my mouth.
She pulled back with a moan and an arch of her back. “Your eyes get darker when you want me.”
“That so?”
“Mm hmm.” Rayce nipped my lip. “Like the depths of the ocean.”
“Gettin’ poetic on me?” I squeezed her ass again.
She stood on shaky legs.
I leered.
“And you can wipe that smug look off your face.”
I snorted. “Doubtful.”
Leaning over me—granting me a hot money shot of her tits—she palmed my big spread thighs.
“Huge everywhere, aren’t you Boom?” The sexy woman bit her bottom lip.
“You know it.” I shifted lower, spread my thighs wider.
Traipsing to my side, she whispered in my ear, “I’ll do the dishes then I’m hitting the sack.”
And I’m gonna try to coax my cock to stand-down status from the ever-present boner without touching it. Uh huh.
So that didn’t happen.
Instead I angled my chair in order to get a prime fucking view of Rayce in the kitchen:
All that ass when she loaded the dishwasher.
Bending over to put away the frying pan in the bottom drawer.
Her thin T-shirt getting a little wet from the sink splashing.
“G’night, Boom.” She came at me with a breathy voice and a slight brush of her lips on mine.
Then she did that so-knowing female thing, swishing her hips back and forth so her ass jiggled as she looked over her shoulder and winked at me.
Sometimes I wished I didn’t have a dick.
Not.
I stood at the bottom of the stairs for a last sight, calling up, “Your turn again on Thursday, Betty Crocker.”
“Fuck you.”
Huge laugh.
“I’m waiting.”
****
Chemistry?
Screw that.
We had fuck now needs. And I knew Rayce wasn’t immune.
Sharing the bathroom with her was sheer torture. Hell, sharing the washing machine with her almost made me pound one out. The bras, the panties, even her socks and coveralls turned me on.
She bit her lip, staring at me when I worked out in the garage.
I swore when she bent over to flush out her fuel line.
Absolute temptation.
The goodnight kisses and first thing in the morning kisses.
Knowing she slept just two doors away.
Eating together, hanging out, working on our bikes . . .
Together in every sense of the word but one.
S-E-X.
I was jonesing for it.
Brodie might’ve mentioned I looked like I had a TV antenna wedged up my ass but I wasn’t getting any channels. Not to mention the steel rod that wanted to punch right through my pants.
Lucy snickered every time I growled at her, telling me to get laid already.
Tail laughed. “Girl of your dreams in your house, and hands off? Sucks to be you, dude.”
How well I know that.
Tucker threw his arm around my shoulders. “A honey like her is worth the wait.”
How well I know that.
“Blue balls much, braw?” Even boss hoss Josh Stone was in on it.
One particular goodnight kiss almost ended the sex embargo.
Almost.
Rayce was planted between her bedroom door and me.
She raked her nails down my neck, driving her tongue against mine.
“This is not platonic.” I shivered, holding back with the last ounce of my control.
“No, but we’re not fucking.” She slipped up for another full-blown kiss. “Besides, your fault.”
“My fault?” I angled back.
“Your lips. Fuck. They should be illegal-outlawed-criminal.”
“These lips?” I murmured, nibbling and licking her neck while she shuddered against me.
Reaching behind her, Rayce turned the doorknob and stumbled inside the room.
“I’m . . . I’m going to sleep.”
Taking her chin in my hand, I slanted my mouth against hers. Hard. Deep. Strong. Wild.
“G’night, princess.” I pivoted on my heel, leaving her shaking.
****
The breaking point came several days into February. Rayce had barely lasted one full week.
I snapped the moment I came upon Rayce exiting the bathroom one morning. The towel, which should’ve been extra large on her, barely held together above her tits. In fact, the damp, clinging terrycloth gaped open at her unbelievable cleavage beneath where her hands closed the knot at the top of her chest.
This woman was big in all the right places. She smelled like exotic spicy shampoo. Her black hair with the blue streaks drifted damply around her vixen fresh face. And her large eyes lifted to mine.
“I’m sorry. I was just—”
Damned if I didn’t just steamroll right over her. “Teasing me some more?”
Wearing only jeans hanging low on my hips, I pushed her back, my muscled body overtaking hers.
“No. I didn’t know you were—”
“Waiting what feels like a lifetime to fuck you again? That you were making me so hard about ten hours out of the day all I can think about is what you felt like on my cock?”
We crashed through the door to her bedroom, and I wrapped an arm around her tiny waist, dragging her to me where her soft heat melded with my muscled hardness.
Rayce gasped, her pink lips parting.
“That’s right.” I captured her hand and brought it palm down on the long thick roll in my jeans. “That’s what you do to me. Now tell me.” My gaze bored into hers.
“Tell you what?” Her voice was shaky. Her grip sure.
“Tell me what I do to you.”
I rolled my hips as her fingers strolled leisurely up to the broad dome at the top of my shaft. I reached for her tits, rasping my thumbs over peaks that strained through the towel, and that gap in the cloth widened each time I circled her nipples.
Her head beat back. “I’m hot and swollen and aching whenever I see you. Want you in me.” Lifting her face, she bit at my neck. “Want your cock, this cock”—she curled her fingertips inside my pants and palmed the tight-packed, straining pole of flesh—“inside me. Want your come in my mouth. All over my body. In my pussy.”
Removing her hand, I felt every ounce of smug male satisfaction combined with savage primal urges as I boxed her against the wall.
“I am all out of control, princess.” Ripping away her towel, I grabbed two handfuls of soft flesh still moist and warm from the shower.
Her body steaming hot and naked, I stopped just short of crashing my lips to hers. “Just roomies?”
“I was wondering how long it would take.” Her eyes flipping up, she laughed in her warm husky voice.
“Not funny.” I growled.
“Just a little bit funny?” Her nose wrinkled, her head cocked. Giving me that rare adorable face.
“I’m about to show you how not funny it is.”
I tossed her wriggling bare body over my shoulder in a fireman’s hold. Then I swatted the twin mounds of her ass for good measure.
She squealed.
Loved that noise, such an un-Rayce sound.
Carrying her to my room, I all but bounced her off the bed. She spread her legs, dipping a finger inside.
“Yeah,” I snarled. “Fuck yourself for me.”
She drew that wet fingertip around her clit then slid it up the center of her chest. When she went back for more to paint her strawberry pink nipples in her own slickness, I leaned over and sucked every bit of succulent juice from the jiggly orbs, from her stomach, from the top of her mound and all around the tidy tiny triangle her whispery soft nest of curls.
But I didn’t touch her clit. I didn’t eat her cunt.
Not yet.
Standing up, I kicked off my jeans. I was stiff, huge, and not one bit self-conscious.
Her hand flew to her mouth. Her eyelashes fanned her flushed cheeks. “You’re even bigger.”
“That’s what happens when you toy with me, Rayce.”
I hauled her legs off the bed, planted her feet on the floor, and dove right in.
Wet and pink and puffy. Rough licks. Soft beat on her clit. Slow slide inside.
Her taut tummy shivering, I placed a hand on it, keeping her still as I took my time. Eating a woman out could either be a long, slow, tongue tease, or a messy, uncontrollably greedy affair.
With Rayce, I was into both. I swapped between the two—loudly slurping, grunting and groaning. Voraciously burying my face between her legs as her heels beat on my shoulders.
When she got close, I leaned back and smiled up her body. Her back arched, her tits in her hands, sweat clung to the ends of her hair.
I held her open by the insides of her thighs and softly dipped my tongue in and out of her hole. The pink flesh beckoned me. I snacked on her, murmuring about how fuckin’ sexy she was. Pulling her pretty lips into my mouth, I teased them with my tongue as I tested her engorged clit with the tip of a finger, working the welling wetness around.
Her voice broke. Her body strained. She sat half-up then pounded her head back, writhing up to my face, my mouth, my tongue and teeth and fingers.
She poured all over me, a slick slide I’d never get enough of.
When I finally relented, gave her what she needed, I released my grip on her and she bucked into my mouth. My lips against pussy took her pulsing heat with a sucking greedy abandon as she wailed my name and cursed so loud I heard Shitlock meowing in the distance.
Shifting her lax body up the bed, I climbed up after her. I pumped my cock in my hand just once before slapping it against her over-stimulated cunt.
She howled, throwing back her head.
I sucked on her neck and rubbed my shaft all over her wet heat before pussy-spanking her again.
“I want it in my mouth,” she hissed.
“So long. Fuck, Rayce. I’m not waitin’ that long again.” Moving up her like a big predatory panther, I straddled her tits.
My thighs widened around her.
My cock reared up in front of her face.
I swiped it all over, nudging against her parted lips.
My ballsack swung at her chin.
I leaned over on one hand, and slowly dragged my dripping dick up her neck, over her mouth, across her cheeks.
The huge shaft almost blotted out her features.
“You look so fucking fine with my cock in your face,” I gritted out, gently slapping her cheeks with my rigid rod of flesh, the hollow smacking sound filling the room.
“Bet I’ll look even better with it in my mouth.” She kitten-licked me.
Guiding her by the nape of her neck, I slowly eased inside her hot moist clasp. Her mouth ovaled, stretched, and she winked before flicking her tongue against one piercing then the other.
Halfway inside, I halted, one hand at her neck, my other fingers caressing her filled cheeks.
She swiftly swallowed the load of precome I pumped onto her tongue, glugging another rigid inch inside. Her lips wrapped around me, her eyes rolling back, a moan rippling from her throat all over my engorged dick.
When I dragged out, Rayce ran her tongue over the shiny, deep red helmet. Her lips were saliva-wet and hot against me.
Groaning, I pushed back inside.
She swallowed my tip into her throat.
My hips locking, I punched up on both arms. I started slinging up and down, in and out, watching her engulf me as she kneaded my balls in both her
hands.
I pulled away, the small silver dydoe balls pinging against her teeth, teeth she scraped up my hard shaft.
“Too good.” And I was too close.
I leaned over, kissing her mouth.
“You taste like my cock.” I moved to her neck, biting the spot that made her collapse in shudders.
“You like that?”
“I wanna make you smell like it. Wanna fucking cover you in my come.”
“I have a perfectly willing mouth right here.”
“I want your perfectly willing pussy.”
I flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her knees up, ass up, cunt out, back arched, her head turned toward me.
Sliding between her spread thighs, I grabbed her hips in rough hands and spanked her juicy slash with my dick.
“Oooh. You asshole. Just put it in me!”
Squeezing my forearms around her waist, I rode along her swollen cleft. “Asshole, princess? We talked about that before.”
I rocked my thumb against her tiny opening, just testing her.
She raised her head and looked straight in front of her where a full-length mirror showed us positioned on the bed.
I reared up behind her, the dark markings of ink on my arms and chest and shoulders standing out in stark relief. My muscles glistened, and Rayce looked so small, so fucking sexy on all fours in front of me with her own tats making her pale skin glow. Her tits swung between the arms she pressed onto the bed, nipples knotted.
“Holy shit,” she bucked back against me.
Her head dropped down, and I lifted it, my hands tangling into her hair.
“What do you see, Phoebe?”
I spread her slit, dipping my hugely hard cock head inside.
“Raw. Male. Sex.”
I palmed the globes of her breasts, scraping across her nipples as my stubbly chin rasped her shoulder.
My cock emerged, the tip wet from her and now nearly purple, visible between her legs.
“Sheer tough animal,” she moaned, meeting my lips as I hauled her face to mine.
“An animal who needs to fuck you now.”
“Yes!” Goosebumps erupted on her skin.
“You get tested, like you said you would?” I bit her shoulder, hard.
“Yes!” Her body undulated under me as she panted out little puffs of breath. “I’m clean.”
Dragging her to me by her hips, I started the slippery drive inside. “Me too.”
