Trigger Happy: A Bad Boy Romance (The Black Mountain Bikers Series)

by Scott Wylder

  Though she didn’t go out, she did order Chinese food to be delivered before the restaurant closed for the night. It was almost ten when she decided to call it in and it was at her door thirty minutes later. The delivery boy took in an eye full as he waited for her to pay, too. She hadn’t bothered to cover up or to put on a bra before answering the door.

  Taking out a bottle of vodka, she sat down in front of her television to watch some late night horror flicks and eat Chinese food. Probably not the healthiest time to be eating such things, but she didn’t have to work the next day and she was hungry. She was hungry for more of Trigger Daniels, but that would have to wait.

  Madison decided she could wait. Maybe not for very long, but she could wait. The waiting would make it all the more pleasing when they finally hooked up.

  The more she drank, the more her mind wandered back to her encounters with Trigger. The attic, where it had been muggy hot, had been nice. He’d shown that he wanted her. But, at the front door, when he’d put her hand on his erection and flexed it under her touch—that was sizzling hot and now she wished she had handled the situation and his cock differently.

  Four hours into drinking, and long after her appetite for Chinese had been sated, Maddy did a half-assed job of putting the leftover food in the fridge and wobbled her way up the stairs and to her bed.

  That night her alcohol-laden brain coughed up all sorts of erotic images and scenarios in which she and Trigger hooked up. When she woke up the next day, it was nearly noon. She thought she might have had a couple of wet dreams in which she actually reached climax from the sticky feeling between her thighs.

  Groaning, she rolled to the side of the bed and tossed back the covers. She headed for the bathroom and another shower.

  By the time she was done in the shower, Madison was thirsty and her head ached dully with the warning of a hangover if she wasn’t careful. Hydration was the key to keeping the beast at bay. She definitely did not want to have a hangover headache when Trigger showed up later.

  Breakfast was a toasted blueberry bagel with cream cheese and a cup of strong, black coffee to go with a bottle of water.

  Afterward, she swallowed three aspirin, another bottle of water, and went to the living room to watch television for a few hours. She would rather be reading, but that would strain her eyes and possibly set off the migraine beast, or working on her sculpture, but it would already be hot and muggy in the attic and she was certain that would set her hangover into high gear. So, she kicked back on the sofa, found some no-brainer show and relaxed.

  It had been so long since she’d just kicked back in her own house that she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to feel about it. Then she dozed off. Waking at ten to three, Maddy sat groggily on the edge of the sofa. The air had gone hot in the house while she slept, but she did at least feel human again.

  Refreshed from her long nap, she turned on the air conditioning and heated some of her leftover Chinese food for her late lunch and sat at the kitchen table reading through emails on her phone while she ate in silence. The only sounds were the occasional passing vehicle far out on the road and the sound of the air conditioning. The silence was a welcome respite from the constant noise of the past months.

  At four, she was overpowered by a sense of happiness and eagerness. These things had been in her life, but not to this degree since she started college and had her first taste of real freedom.

  Bouncing and head-bopping up the stairs, she disappeared into the bathroom to do her hair and makeup before Trigger visited.

  When the doorbell rang at precisely five, Madison was thrilled and ran downstairs to answer the door.

  Chapter 7

  Unable not to smile so broadly that her face threatened to cramp, Madison opened the door wide. Trigger stood on the porch, only the screen between them; his smile was nearly a twin to hers. The smell of his aftershave wafted in on the slight breeze; he even smelled sexy.

  “Why, hello again, Trigger. Come in.” Madison stepped back and motioned for him to enter.

  “I don’t mind if I do, Madison.” He stepped into the living room far enough for her to close the door and stood there, his smile turning to a grin as he let his gaze rove across her face and down the length of her body.

  She could feel his eyes on her; it was almost a physical sensation, as if his hands were caressing her.

  “I see that you must have kept up with the time a little better today.” He winked at her.

  “I actually slept until three.” She pointed to the sofa.

  “You slept there all night?” His eyes were wide with disbelief.

  “No, I slept there all day after I crawled out of bed, though.” She rubbed her neck and added, “It kind of feels like I slept on a rock for about twelve hours.” She laughed nervously.

  Stepping close, he turned her with his hands on her shoulders and began massaging the tense place in the center of her back where the shoulder and neck muscles joined.

  “Then, let me work my magic on you for a while and see if you don’t feel better.”

  It felt wonderful. The soreness and the tension immediately drained from her muscles under his hands. She breathed deep and tried to relax her shoulders more.

  “Come into the living room. I’ll sit here.” He kicked off his boots and sat in the corner of the sofa with one leg on the floor and the other stretched along the length of the sofa. He patted the cushion between his thighs. “You sit here and relax. I’ll massage until you’re feeling better. How’s that sound?”

  “Awesome! Do you want a beer or anything before we get too comfy?” Was this his work-up to sex? Or, was it simply a massage and no sex? She hoped for the former.

  “Beer would be great. Thank you.”

  Madison brought the beer and pulled the coffee table closer as she wiggled her butt between his thighs, liking the feel of him against her even though they were both still dressed.

  Five minutes into the massage, images from the night before flooded Madison’s mind. Another five minutes and she couldn’t concentrate on anything he was talking about—she wanted him to take her. She needed him to fuck her, to bone her like he owned her, as they used to say in college.

  Involuntarily wiggling, fighting her carnal impulses, Maddy leaned backward, into his stomach and chest. His ripped body was taut against hers and she could feel every ripple as he breathed and adjusted his arms to her new position. Pressing against him, she willed him to let his hands slip forward and down to her breasts.

  Moaning, she said, “Oh, that feels so good, Trigger.” She wiggled just a bit against his crotch as she spoke in what she thought of as her sexy voice. Knowing full well what she was doing and hoping like hell it worked.

  His voice had taken on a husky tone. “That’s good. I want to make you feel good.”

  Then his right hand slipped down to her breast and she moaned again. Louder this time. His left hand slid around her throat and he pulled her back into him farther. “I want to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before, Maddy.”

  Thrusting his hips forward while kneading at her breast through her clothes, not letting his hand from her throat, Madison gasped. His erection was hot against her back. And so damn hard. Wanting to feel him with her hand, Maddy tried to wedge her hand behind her, but he was having none of that. No, he was in control and was going to keep it that way.

  Now she wriggled against him, moaning. His hand was under the hem of her shirt, pushing it up and over her breast, baring it to the open room and the chilly air. Her nipple was instantly hard and tingling as he cupped her breast and gave it a squeeze.

  “Do you remember squeezing my cock through my jeans last night? Yeah, you do. Well, tonight is payback. And the next time you grab my cock, it ain’t gonna be through denim, Maddy. No, it’s going to be skin-on-skin, hot, hard, throbbing, in your hand, in your mouth, down here,” His hand went from her breast to the waistband of her pants and then he thrust it under them to touch her sex with his bare han
d before continuing, “and then in there.” His middle finger found her ass and teased at it.

  Maddy was dripping wet. She was a little scared of his dominance and totally enthralled by it at the same time. He tightened his grip on her throat just a tiny bit and she moaned, rooting her body against his and pushing her hips up toward his roaming, delving, exploring hand.

  “That’s it. Let me know you want it, baby. Do you want me to fuck you all over and make you feel better than you ever thought possible? Hmm?” His tongue flicked at her ear as he spoke.

  Moaning, Maddy nodded. “Yes.”

  Trigger moaned as her body shuddered against his hand. He worked her clit hard and fast, and then gentle and slow.

  “Tell me where you want it, baby.” His voice was so husky and thick that it came out nearly as a growl.

  Already at the verge of climaxing, Maddy wiggled and pummeled at his thighs with her palms. “Please. Please, fuck me.” Her voice was full of need, nothing like she’d ever heard from herself before.

  “Are you going to mind me? Are you going to do what I tell you and behave?”

  His finger was teasing her ass again; she’d only done anal one time before and found it so horrifically painful that she’d sworn it off for life. Now, it seemed that oath would be broken. Madison wanted him in her everywhere. He’d successfully worked her into frenzy.

  She nodded.

  “No. I have to hear it.” He pushed his finger deeper into her ass and she gasped, raising her hips in an effort to get away from his finger. “Oh, that’s it! Yes.” He pushed deeper. “Raise that sweet ass so I can reach it, Maddy.” He worked his finger in and out as he used his thumb on her clit, allowing it to slide into her slippery cunt every few strokes.

  “I haven’t gotten an answer yet. Are you going to do all I ask and behave?” He bit her neck.

  “Fuckyesyes! Anything. What do you want?” She spread her legs and pushed toward his invading fingers now, wanting to climax.

  “I want you,” he pressed his finger into her and then pulled it out slowly, moaning as he did so, “to strip right here in front of me; do it slowly.”

  Madison disliked the empty feeling between her legs when he removed his hand from her pants, but did as he asked. She was enjoying the game immensely.

  Standing on very shaky legs, she pushed the coffee table out of her way with her foot and slowly undressed, watching the expression on his face darken into pure lust. She was so wet that she dripped down her own thighs.

  Standing naked in front of him, she awaited his next command. Instead, he slid off his shirt, tossed it to the floor and then unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them, slid them and his underwear to his ankles and let them fall to the floor all without getting up from the sofa.

  Madison couldn’t take her eyes from his huge cock. She’d been with well-endowed guys before—or so she’d thought at the time—but none compared to the length and girth of Trigger. She’d never thought of a dick as ugly or handsome, it was always just a dick to her. But, again, Trigger was different—his cock was gorgeous, a work of art. She longed to taste him, feel him.

  “Are you sure you’re ready for me to be in you?” Trigger grabbed the base of his dick and squeezed hard as he pulled up on the shaft several times.

  Madison nodded. “Yes, I want you in me. Take me, please.”

  He motioned for her to come closer. “Spread your legs and let me feel you again.”

  It was a first for her and it was so erotic that she was spellbound as he worked her pussy with his left hand and his dick with his right. Her juices flowed from her and covered his hand until it was slippery, and then he began to stroke his dick with her juices as lube. He watched her as he stroked himself. Madison watched as his balls tightened and she whimpered, fearing he would cum and she would be left hanging, in heat, desperate heat.

  Stopping, he stood slowly. “Let’s go to the kitchen. I believe you have a sturdy table in there that’s just the right height for what I want to do to you.”

  He pushed his dick against the swell of her ass and led her to the kitchen that way. He picked her up, deposited her on the table and pushed her knees up toward her shoulders. “Hold your legs right there no matter what. Okay?”

  “Yes, just fuck me, please, I want you in me, Trigger.” She thought she would explode if he didn’t fuck her soon.

  “You just mind me now. You promised.” He pulled her ass over the edge of the table and her pussy and ass were completely exposed.

  Thumbing her clit until she moaned, Trigger grinned. “Good. You’re doing wonderful. Just hold what you got and I’ll let you have an orgasm.”

  He stood straight and the head of his cock touched her clit. She gasped and almost dropped her legs. He stopped her and pushed them back a little roughly, clucking his tongue at her. Then he stroked himself a few time and began rubbing her clit with the swollen, flaming head of his big dick.

  “Come on, baby, have a big orgasm for me now.”

  Madison had never had anyone urge her to orgasm before; it was odd, wonderful, and exciting. Prolonging the foreplay as long as she could, Madison finally let go and when she began to orgasm, it was an earth shaking experience. In mid-orgasm, Trigger slipped inside her pussy all the way, stretching and filling her pulsating, convulsing pussy. His thumb worked her clit so that the orgasm lasted several minutes, each time her pelvic muscled tensed, Trigger groaned and thrust forward into her.

  With his breathing ragged and his body shaking, Trigger pulled out of her and pulled her off the table. His mouth was on her breasts, her neck, her stomach, her ass, her thighs, and then he was carrying her back to the living room and behind the sofa.

  He bent her over the back of the sofa and used his foot to spread her legs wide. He spread her ass cheeks with his hands and then he was fucking her cunt again; this time he pressed his thumb into her ass and worked it around in a circular motion.

  At first it hurt and then it was just uncomfortable. After a few minutes, she was enjoying it and cumming again.

  “Do you want me to fuck that tight little ass, Maddy?” He was pushing his dick so far inside her that it was accompanied by the tiniest of pains, pleasant pains that made her cum more each time they happened.

  “Yes, I do. Please fuck my ass.” She wiggled it at him. “Please. I want to feel your big cock in my tight ass.” She moaned and wiggled again.

  Again, using her own lube, Trigger rubbed her juices on her ass and then tried to penetrate it with his cock. He was too big. Maddy was getting frustrated, afraid that he would give up. She should have known better.

  Slapping her ass so hard that it stung and she yelped, Trigger pulled her cheeks apart again. “That’s it, open up for me.”

  The head was in and Madison tensed. “Ow!”

  Then he pushed forward, bracing her against the back of the sofa so she couldn’t escape. “It’s okay, baby. It’ll feel awesome in just a minute. Give me a minute. Oh, I want to ram it inside you so fucking hard, but I won’t. Loosen up now.”

  Maddy found that he was right; a moment of pain and then it was all pleasure. She’d never before felt such pleasure. Not to mention that she could feel every exquisite ridge and bulge on his shaft, the shape of his cockhead, each and every time he came close to climax and his dick engorged, she could feel it all.

  Soon, she was moaning and using her legs to leverage against the sofa so she could push backward, meeting his every forward thrust, opening up to him more and more. The only sounds were their lovemaking and their moans of ecstasy.

  “Do you want me to cum in your ass, Maddy?”

  He thrust hard into her and she yelped. He had swollen so large that it was becoming painful, but the pleasure was still there, also. She didn’t want him to stop yet. She wanted more. She wanted him to keep taking her until she couldn’t stand on her own anymore.

  Another hard thrust. “Where do you want me to cum, baby? I can’t take it anymore. You make me want to cum so bad.” He had leaned o
ver, his body melded to hers, his ragged breath in her ear, moving her hair.

  “Cum in my ass, Trigger. I want to feel you, baby. Cum in me. Cum for me.” She forced herself back onto his shaft and began to work her ass up and down on him.

  Moaning, he stood straight and let her work, his entire body tensing as his orgasm built and then exploded. The hot flood of semen was a shock as Maddy felt every burst. She orgasmed again before they were both finished.

  Resting against the back of the couch, they both gasped for breath and their skin gleamed with sweat.

  Maddy’s heart raced and pounded in her chest like a wild frightened beast batting at a cage to be free.

  Chapter 8

  The next morning, Maddy woke before sunrise. Disoriented and sore from head to toe, she rolled onto her back. A scream of shock nearly tore from her throat before she remembered that Trigger had stayed the night with her. He was resting peacefully in the dark, under the thick comforter.

  The need to pee was overwhelming, but she feared that it would be painful to move. Sliding easily and quietly to the edge of the bed, Maddy stood. She had been right. It was painful to move. Her muscles hadn’t had that kind of workout in forever. Neither had the rest of her, including her mind and heart.

  Stopping at the doorway, she looked back at the dark shape in her bed and smiled. Biting her lip against the emotions that threatened, she turned away and tiptoed to the bathroom.

  Neither of them had bothered with clothes the night before as they had made love twice more before actually being able to fall asleep. Maddy had been seriously dehydrated after the first bout of fiercely intense lovemaking and had downed two bottles of water. Then she had drunk two more just before they fell asleep. She was paying the piper now, though. Her bladder felt as if it had been used as a soccer ball.

  Tiptoeing back to bed, she slid under the cover and snuggled her back against Trigger’s chest. He was warm, strong, and safe-feeling. Those girly emotions welled up in her chest again and she tried to squash them. She couldn’t afford to fall in love with the man just because of how good his lovemaking was. Could she?