by Adair Rymer
Under the blanket, it was impossibly black, I couldn't see where I ended and he began. My heart beat only for him. My chest rose and fell on his whim. He brushed the hair from my face. Tonight, I was his.
He was in mourning and I was recovering from shock and PTSD. Maybe this was the best we could ever hope for?
He cradled my neck and cheek, I let it guide me to where I really belonged. He pulled me into him and kissed me.
Unions like ours were colliding comets, hurtling towards the sun to be consumed. Fast, unexpected and absolutely ruinous for us and anything in our way. It was amazingly rare and incredibly brilliant. We were doomed, but gloriously so.
He stretched, pulling the blanket apart far enough to get his other arm free and wrapped it around me, mashing my small tits into his hard pecks. Quick, hard, wet and searching, we kissed like desperate strangers with only a few hours left to live. I lost myself in it. I lost myself in him.
“Ow,” I grunted, immediately finding myself again. Or at least, finding my still very broken nose. His nose touched mine and it sent shooting pain up into my forehead.
“Yeah, that's still broken,” he mused.
“I'm OK.” I didn't want him to stop but it hurt so much!
“I have no doubt, but why don't I find new places to kiss... just to be safe.” I could feel him smiling as he kissed down my neck. The pain in my face subsided even more with each press of his lips.
He rolled me over onto my back then pulled me up into a sitting position. He pulled my shirt off. I quickly reached for my bra clasp, hoping to save it from being destroyed this time but Hendrix caught my arms. “And steal all my fun?” He asked devilishly.
I let out a resigned giggle. “If you can handle—” He'd pinched, released and popped the wings of my bra away before I could finish the sentence. “Ah OK, apparently you can.” I felt my face begin to redden.
“That's not all I can do,” he cooed in my ear, slipping a finger between my breasts and snatching my bra away from me. The chilled air tickled my hardening nipples. An excited shiver rippled through me. It was a promise of what was to come and it turned my spine to jelly.
He lifted my chin and kissed at my hair line until he reached my ear. Then he was all teeth and tongue. A quick jerk had me back down. He clamped a mighty hand over both my wrists. The thrill of kinky excitement danced in my mind as he worked my panties off with his other hand. I still felt a little self-conscious that I hadn't shaved, but if he minded he never let on about it.
I'd never done anything like this and didn't know if I could handle it.
With a few fingers, he pressed down on my clit and slowly began to rub. His tight little circles had me breathing heavily almost immediately. I swallowed hard. Those old anxieties began to whine in the back of my head. They warned me of who Hendrix was and reminded me of what I'd already lived through at the hands of my father's club.
No! I refused to allow parasites like Ricky-tick and Slick ruin my life any further. I wanted Hendrix. Every filthy, flexing, fleshy inch of him! Besides, without a motorcycle or a club, Hendrix wasn't a biker anymore.
I couldn't fool myself. Hendrix was still a biker. It would always be a part of a man like him but right now, with me, he was just a man. That's all that mattered. A real man who wanted me. I let myself finally relax and enjoy him fully. I didn't know if I could handle all of this, but I was certainly excited to find out.
He licked his fingers and pressed harder on my clit, matching the rhythm with my body's natural tempo. Not too fast. It made my pelvis buck. My first moan squeaked out, then it never stopped.
How was he so good at this? I didn't think it was possible to be touched like this. Because it was too dark to see, I could never prepare myself for his touch. My skin was awash with goosebumps in anticipation. When I felt his wet teeth abruptly sink into my neglected nipple, my skin caught fire and I exhaled crackling electricity.
“Fuck...” I whispered. My whole body contracted. I was a steel board. Moans flowed from me like water. I was so close to coming that I could feel it in my clenched teeth. My God, he was amazing.
“Say it again.” His voice was smoky and thick.
“Fuck me.”
“Louder,” he demanded, flicking over my bean. My body jerked at his every movement; I was a marionette and he tugged my strings.
“Unh, Fuck me.”
“Again,” he growled in my ear. The edge in his voice sliced through me.
I couldn't stand it. My whole body vibrated, yearned for his touch. I wanted to feel him inside of me more than I'd ever wanted anything. “Please...”
He knew what I wanted and refused, dropping his fingers to an agonizingly slow speed. It drove me crazy.
“F-f-f,” I stammered, teetering on the cusp of ecstasy. He was heartless to torment me so badly.
“Scream for me. I want to hear that you want it.” He slid two fingers into my pussy and I immediately came. He felt it and didn't stop.
He sped up. He moved in line with my pussy's spasms, making a beckoning motion with his fingers inside of me. He oscillated them, one after the other, short bursts of movement, stroking them against my ribbed walls. I was sopping. My whole body went rigid. My pussy, thighs, and lower stomach rocked involuntarily.
The growing bulge in his pants became a hardening rod. Hot and thick, I felt it grinding down my thigh. I strained against his iron grip, desperately wanting to grab his cock, to feel it every way possible.
“Fuck!” I screamed it. I'd never been more ravenous. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” I shouted it at the top of my lungs until my throat was rough. I'd let the whole world know. I didn't care.
He let me go to pull his pants off. My hands rocketed down to my cunt, he got me so close that I needed to finish. I was right on the verge when he grabbed my hand and pushed it onto my pussy. The pressure was nice but it wouldn't be enough. He wouldn't let me finish, the bastard.
“No... No, I'm so close. Don't be mean.” I tried to rub my pussy against his hand. I was almost there again, I just needed a little more.
“All I am is mean.” He pulled our hands away and laid his massive cock on my pulsating pussy. I was losing my goddamn mind, how could he be so in control?
The cool air licked at my soaked pussy and thighs. It didn't chill me one bit. The heat I had that burned for him could set the wind on fire.
I felt like I was going to have a fucking heart attack if he kept teasing me. I might explode. They would be finding pieces of me across these hills for weeks. “Give it to me!”
And then he finally did.
His cock split me open wider than Tyrone, my vibrator at home, did. It just kept coming, I feared that I might feel him in my throat. It was amazing. My quick, shallow breaths were a mockery of breathing. God, the things Hendrix made me feel...
He threw one of my legs over and turned me on my side. The new position allowed him to somehow get impossibly deeper. It sent pangs of pleasure all the way up to my ribcage.
The blanket was a distant memory as we fucked in the dirt.
“I've needed to fuck you since the second I laid eyes on you.” His voice was raunchy and betrayed cracks in his stoicism. His pumping became harder and faster. Packed earth filled my nails as I dug my fingers into the ground. It was all I could do to just hold on.
“I'm coming, I'm coming. Don't stop!” I tensed, writhing. The orgasm ripped through my entire body like I was made of paper. My eyes rolled back. It was the deepest pleasure I'd ever felt.
“You won't scream for me?” I asked between my gasping, ragged breaths.
Hendrix squeezed my leg and ass tight enough that I would bruise. Good, I wanted to remember this for as long as I could. The thought of me being the girl to make a man like Hendrix lose control, if only for a second, was intoxicating. The most dangerous of all drugs.
I ran my dirty fingers down the ridges of his sweaty, sculpted chest and abs. He yelled. It was loud and guttural and frightening and thrilli
ng. Then he snapped my hand up and bit my fingers, dirt and all.
My swollen pussy clamped down on his fat, throbbing cock. He filled every part of me. His cock pulsed and I felt him explode.
I curled my fingers in his mouth and jerked him toward me. He laid on top of me and pulled my lips into his. Hendrix kissed me with fervor. It was personal and intimate. He even remembered to be careful of my nose. The whole thing reflected the kind of man that was hidden in that rough exterior.
How could I possibly have been able to write him off?
He slid back, in what was the longest pulling out of my life, then found and straightened the blanket. With a quick jerk, and without any hesitation being that we were both filthy, he pulled me into him. Our bodies, a sweaty, dirty mass of flesh collided. I laid on his chest and listened as his racing heart slowed back to normal. Everything about it was wet and strangely wonderful.
Hendrix was a man who made no apologies for what he was and what he wanted. If there was something worth taking, he took it. Tonight, that was me. I hadn't felt this good, this accepted, in... God... I couldn't even remember. I think I was actually beginning to fall for him.
“Oh shit... did we just do that without a condom?” The realization dawned on me with the subtly of a sledgehammer.
“It was good for me too. Thanks for asking.”
“And you came inside of me!” I ignored him and shot up to a sitting position. The consequences piled up in my head. I was worried about what that might mean for me. Jesus, what if I got pregnant? I wasn't ready for that. Was he clean?
“You get wound up pretty easily, don’t you?” He tried to drag me back down but I resisted.
“I'm not on birth control.” I stubbornly protested. This was a big deal! I almost shouted it in his face.
He sighed and let me go, propping his head up with his folded arms. At least I assumed that's what his dark blur did because I still couldn't see him.
Why wasn't he taking this seriously?
“I had a vasectomy years ago and they tested me in prison, so as long as you're clean, we're good.” My panic started to melt. I let him pull me back into him. “You are clean, right?”
“Of course! What kind of woman do you think I am?” I choked on the absurdity of the question. I hadn't had many partners and up until well, now, I was always extremely careful. I didn't know what it was about him, but I felt like a different person around him.
Hendrix rolled me onto my back, his big cock slapped against my thigh then slid over my pussy. A sharp thrill ran up between my legs. “The kind of woman who likes to be held down and fucked in the dirt.”
“Oh you smug sonofabitch... ” Both, my cheeks and smile beamed. He was right though. I loved every filthy second of it. “What about the girl you were with at the clubhouse before we left?”
“Jackie Blow? I had a condom, not that it came to that. Guess what her specialty was?”
“You are a pig,” I scoffed, mostly jokingly. A small part of me was jealous of that girl. But why? It was only a few days ago but it might as well have been a lifetime past. I didn't even know Hendrix then, not really.
I didn't know what this was that we had, if it was anything at all. The sex was incredible, and I hoped I would get that chance again. Though, feelings for him aside, I didn't know what was in store for me in the next few days, let alone us. I refused to go foolishly falling in love.
“What is your last name?” It dawned on me that I had no idea. He knew mine. That was one of the reason that we were in this mess.
“Are we already at that stage of the relationship? You're moving a bit fast for me, Maya.” He chuckled then added, “It's Cedro. Hendrix Cedro.” I could feel the smile in his kiss. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Merritt.”
I liked the way he said my name. It was a silly, little thing, but I liked how he could swing between vulgarity and properness. He had me, and even worse, he knew he had me. Keeping him emotionally at arm's length might be more difficult than I thought.
It was a nice thought to fade into sleep with. I was a little cold but Hendrix was a two-hundred-plus pound heater and held me close all night. I had never felt safer or slept more soundly than I did with him that night.
* * * * *
“Um, hello? Hello?” The old gruff voice groggily awoke me to an early rising sun. “Hello?”
It took me a few seconds to figure out where I was and what was going on. Hendrix stirred beneath me, but continued sleeping.
“Oh my God!” I blurted out sharply, jerking the corner of the blanket over me. We were laying on too much of it to cover myself in any meaningful way so I just rolled onto my stomach and prayed that I would melt into the ground and disappear forever. “Hendrix, there's someone here!”
Hendrix startled awake and up into a sitting position. Dazed, he groped around for his gun. He went from asleep to a hundred miles per hour in a few seconds. Then he relaxed when he saw the old man and deemed him not a threat. Hendrix was utterly unconcerned about his lack of clothes and took the opportunity to stretch and scratch himself before standing up.
“Are you youngsters alright?” The old man stood on the opposite side of the hill that we came down last night. He was bent with age and used a cane. “I heard noises last night but didn't want to come out till day time.”
Noises? Jesus... I didn't think it was possible to get more embarrassed! There was no way to explain what we were doing out here that left out the fact that we were fucking in the dirt like animals. I was mortified.
Hendrix cleared his throat, shaded his eyes and asked, “You call the cops?”
“Couldn't. They're closed for another hour.”
“The police station is closed? Where the hell are we?” It seemed so surreal to me that that was even possible.
“Technically you're between two towns, Miss. On the line, really.” The old man replied to my mostly rhetorical question in earnest. “I saw the wrecked motorbike. Are you hurt? Do you need help? You look a little banged up, Miss.” He twirled a circle around his nose with his finger.
“No, no that was, uh...” An impossible story to tell right now. “I'm alright. I just, um... Broke. It.” Fuck. I was no good in the morning. I was a morning-coffee-before-I-could-function kind of girl, not a wake-up-nude,-covered-in-my-own-filth,-in-front-of-strangers kind of girl.
“How far are we from Salt Lake?” Hendrix asked.
“Oh, not far. I've been meaning to head there for a little while. I can take you if you like.”
“Yes, please, that would be wonderful!” I wrapped myself tightly in the blanket.
“C'mon to the house. We'll get you cleaned up and get some food in you before we go.” Both of those suggestions sounded wonderful. I was covered in dirt and dried... fluids. I needed a shower badly.
I reached up and Hendrix easily hoisted me off the ground. I didn't realize how sore I was until I stood up. I had a lingering headache from my broken, then set, nose, not to mention how tender the whole area was. But it was the soreness in my thighs and my pussy that surprised me. I hadn't been fucked in a while and never like that. His big cock did a number on me.
“Thanks.” Not bothering with his underwear, Hendrix carefully tucked his cock into his pants as he slid them up. Getting a good look at it up close, no wonder I was sore! Jesus, his member should come with a warning label. He grabbed the rest of our clothes. “You got a name, old man?”
“Benny. My wife's Agatha and we're just over the next hill.” The old man turned and started walking toward his house. “Agatha! It was just two young folk! You was right, they was having sex! Turn the heat on, they're needin' to bathe!”
“Oh for fuck sake...” I muttered, burying my head into Hendrix's shoulder. He just laughed, thoroughly enjoying my discomfort. “Kill me. Just kill me now.”
“No way I'm letting you leave me alone with Ma and Pa Kent.” Hendrix smiled.
“Who?” It was a reference to something but I couldn't place it.
“Nevermind.” He shook his head in mock disappointment, then wrapped an arm around me and led me up the hill after Benny. Walking was slow and deliberate at first, and climbing was hell. “You alright?”
“I'm just... a little sore.” It felt like I hadn't stopped blushing since I woke up. It was awful!
“Yeah.” He licked my neck from my collarbone to behind my ear. It made me quiver with wanting. God damn him. “Next time I'll have to carry you around. You won't be able to sit comfortably for a week.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” I moaned, enjoying him nuzzling my ear.
He let the words hang and bit my ear instead. He lifted me up and carried me to the top of the hill. Benny's house was small and looked like it'd been in the family for a few generations. They were a few hills off the highway via a nearly invisible dirt road.
His wife, Agatha, just as elderly, welcomed us in. Their home was even smaller on the inside. It consisted of a modest living room with a fireplace, two bedrooms, and a bath. That was it. There were virtually no electronics that I could see aside from a microwave.
“Can I get you some coffee?” Agatha asked while already in the process of making it.
“God, yes!” I nearly shouted and then bit my lip at the abruptness of my reply.
Agatha didn't mind at all. She seemed like the unflappable type.
“Is that from the sex?” She'd pointed to the bruising on my face.
“No. No I fell when we crashed the bike.” Horrified at the question, I told her the first thing that came into my head.
Without skipping a beat, she told us that she understood the exciting vigor of a little rough love then she went on to regale us with stories of their love life. She related, in extremely uncomfortable detail, how she and Benny were still physically intimate, and despite the various challenges of their bodies over the years, that sex was what had kept them feeling young.
There was no polite way to change the subject either and Agatha was quite the rambler. I looked over to Hendrix who was equally horrified. After a delightful conversation of vaginal changes with age and the ever-present threat of incontinence during sex she asked who wanted to bathe first. I nearly leaped at the opportunity, mouthing an apology at abandoning a worried-looking Hendrix.
