by Amanda Boone
Castor was still seated when she got down to the outside of the building. He had not knocked, honked or called. She was apparently supposed to know that he was there. The very fact that she was, revealed a power that he had over her. The biggest problem was that they had only said a handful of words to each other and she already felt a pull to him.
“Hi. So where are we going?”
Castor shrugged, “Hop on.”
Carrie knew it was the moment of truth. She slung her long leg over the bike and instantly felt the burning heat as her body slid down behind him. She had to grab onto him as he sped off almost immediately. Her grip was strong as she clung to him in fear that she would fall. Her thighs nestled tighter against him and she could feel the muscles flexing against her as he made a corner. It was scarier than she had anticipated and she was panting against his back.
The scene around her was a blur and as he picked up the pace around the winding road up, she closed her eyes and relaxed against him as her grip was still tight. At some point her hands slipped lower and they were chased back upwards when felt a hard tip poking up from beneath his jeans.
When they stopped, she turned her head and opened her eyes. She was looking down at a large drop off that made her look and get off of the other side far quicker than she should have. The man chuckled at her reaction. “Don’t tell me you are one of those scary girls?”
Carrie took his words almost as a dare and shook her head that she wasn’t. What in the world was she doing up there? When he sat on the edge and motioned her forward, Carrie started to think that it was just his way of being romantic. The sun was setting in the sky in front of them and from the vantage point it was a beautiful city below. Some of the lights were starting to come on and Carrie’s gaze stayed there for some time.
“Why did you give me your number the other night?”
He turned towards her, his dark eyes unfathomable. She almost wished she hadn’t talked. The silence between them had been comfortable, but the current line of talk was filled with a tension.
“Why did you call?”
Carrie shrugged. She really wasn’t sure. “I don’t know. I have thought about you a couple of times and I guess you made me curious.”
“What are you curious about?”
Carrie sighed and looked back at the sun splitting colors across the sky. The huge star seemed far less complicated, as opposed to the man next to her. “Do you always answer questions with more questions?”
She heard more bike sounds echoing off the canyon and Carrie looked around, trying to figure out where they were coming from. Unsure what was going on, she moved back away from the edge and close to him. “What is going on?”
“Well I had a meeting up here and since you called, I just brought you with me. Pretty view though huh?”
She was disappointed in the truth, as Carrie usually was. Here she had thought he had romantic feelings in her like she seemed to have for him, but instead he was just bringing her along for the ride. There was not much else she could do, but wait for the sounds to materialize into people. All the men had bikes and jackets that were very similar, but different than Castor’s.
Carrie felt eyes on her and she gravitated back to the spot that he had first suggested she occupied. It was far enough away that their eyes didn’t make her as uncomfortable and the view was breathtaking. She almost forgot that she was there to wait for him. It was rude and though she should have protested, complained, done something to show him her displeasure, Carrie didn’t. She didn’t want to upset him or make him angry. She didn’t know who he really was. Just that he was dangerous looking and feeling.
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Chapter 3
The meeting took over an hour and the sun was long gone when the others were starting their engines up to leave. She was aggravated. More than that, she felt snubbed that he would treat her like that, like she had nothing better to do than to wait for him. In truth, Carrie should have already been close to sleep. She had class early in the morning and waiting around for them to talk about dealings that she suspected included drugs and other unsavory acts.
“Come on. Get on.”
“Wait. You can’t just ignore me for an hour and then expect me to jump.”
“Why not?”
She made a noise of frustration. He was back to riddles and questions, while she had yet to get an answer. “Why did you invite me here?”
“You called and I thought you will feel nice holding on behind me.” She had a second to show her displeasure for the comments he made, then his mouth was on hers. Her soft lips touched hers, his teeth nibbling on her bottom lip before his tongue pushed into her mouth. Castor grabbed her hard, moving her against him so she couldn’t get away from his eagerness.
Carrie was left unable to think and she no longer wanted to do anything more than be kissed by him. She may have been involved, but his body language and touch made it clear who was in charge. When she felt her body close to the melting spot, he pulled back and told her to get on. His voice was just as gruff and now his eyes held an animalistic leer that had not been there before.
She did as he asked, unable to deny him. Her lips throbbed with the rough whiskers from his five o clock shadow. When he got in front of her, he grabbed her hands and pushed her to where he really wanted her to be. Carrie felt the hardness from before, but his hand enabled her to not move it away. Carrie had asked herself more than once, what in the world had she gotten herself into?
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The next destination was a loud house party on the bay and once again, she was surrounded by people that were nowhere close to her style of acquaintances. Most of the men were bearded and tattooed, the woman dressed to impress simpletons. Carrie felt out of place and overdressed all at the same time. When she realized it was almost two in the morning, she had a mild panic attack and told him that he had to take her home right then. The earnest in her voice made it sound like a command and he gave her a look that made his displeasure clear.
“Fine, I will take you home Carrie. If that is what you truly want.”
She wanted to say that it wasn’t, that he knew exactly what she was there for, but she couldn’t. She was peeved that he had not asked her what she had wanted to do. While it was true that he had asked her if she wanted to ride, Carrie just thought it would be different than none choice she had been given. It seemed like Castor didn’t care if she had a choice at all or not.
They walked out together, though Carrie was just behind him. He waited for Carrie to get on and though before that night she had never been on one, she was already feeling more familiar with the whole thing. She scooted back, waiting for him to get on in front of her. She was not ready for him to push her forward and get behind her. “If you are going to be with me Carrie, I need you to learn to ride. So I think it is time for you to get your first lesson.”
She nodded her head, though all she could feel was his warm breath against her ear and the hard knot pressing against her ass. His arms encircled her and his hand started the engine. His fingers and arms brushed against her sensitive skin and the tight nipples that seemed to spring forth begging for touch. Carrie’s white tank top was showing off more of her excitement and she wondered then why she had decided a camisole would be enough.
His hands went over hers and the reach up from the long handlebars assured that every single inch of his front was molded against her. Her heart raced from the touch and the thrill of the engine underneath her. She could feel the power in the strum of the engines. His hard length pressed up against her was devastating to her senses and paired with the windy downward spiraled road, Carrie didn’t think she was going to make it.
There had been one moment that she had freaked out with a car that was going towards them. Castor had grabbed the steering away for a moment, pushing her gently away from the oncoming traffic. Soft words whispered in her ears to help her drive, telling her when to go slow. By the time she got down the steep road, she was gagging in need from his
teasing words and the hard cock pressed between her ass cheeks. The jeans she wore did nothing to hide the wetness that was seeping out of her.
She stopped at a stop sign and his feet came out to balance them for a moment. With no one on the road in front or behind them, Castor decided to continue his slow torment of her. Carrie whimpered when she felt his large palm cup her covered mound. He had not expected to feel such excitement and he growled when Castor felt how wet she was. He was starting to think that she was not the right one for him, but feeling her weeping cunt made it clear that she was already his.
Carrie’s head leaned back against his chest and she mewled into the night as he rubbed the seam in her jeans with a rough thumb and fingers. “Oh wait Castor.”
She forgot where she was and her eyes were closed, thighs spread wider than previously opened. “Are you sure you want to go home Carrie?”
Lights cast a shadow as someone started to drive up behind them. Castor leaned in and steered them forward as the car behind them turned and left them in darkness again. He didn’t ask her to make a decision of where she wanted to go. He took her home like she had requested and when Carrie asked where he was going, he smiled and shrugged. “You were going to invite me up for something to drink, weren’t you?”
Carrie giggled. She couldn’t help it with the wetness in between her legs. She was afraid that he could hear her puffy lips slide together. Every step was just like a slow torture and as he followed her up the stairs, he was standing far closer than he needed to be. Parts of him brushed against her backside and she slowed down her ascent to accommodate his lecherous ways.
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Chapter 4
Callie snuck away from him when the door opened. He had clear intent in his eyes and though her body was already ready for him, she was not sure her mind was. The skittish redhead went behind the bar and raised her emerald eyes to him finally, when there was a counter standing in between them. His eyes were darker than before and she gasped as he started to move around the long bar.
“Do you um, want something to drink?”
He shook his head no, his square jaw tight with desire. She was going to ask him what he wanted, but the look in his eyes was clear. She wondered as he quickly reached her, if the next part was part of the ride she had agreed to.
Castor jerked her face to his, up-tilting her chin so that he could take a taste of her soft flesh, before moving to the side of her neck. His tongue and teeth licked and nipped while she squirmed. His large body towered over hers, his hips holding her pinned against the counter so she could no longer run from him. Callie was beyond the point of wanting to stop anything. The needs that she had pushed down deep for so long were awake and focused solely on the mystery man in front of her. The one that had turned her down seemed to want it all suddenly and she wanted more than anything to give it to him.
She felt thick fingers press and squeeze her ass cheeks as he pulled her against his hard body for a deeper kiss. Carrie was lost in the moment and lost in the kiss that took her breath away. “Is that really what you want to offer me, a drink?”
His voice sounded incredulous and as she panted underneath him. Her green eyes look up, meeting his gaze. Carrie did not think she would be given a decision. He should already be inside of her, she thought. Why were words so hard with him?
“What do you want?”
Castor’s eyes twinkled with the game, though it was only Carrie’s lack of wherewithal. He kissed her again, compounding the problem and one hand went between their bodies to touch the wet heat between her legs. “I want to hear you say my name.”
“Castor…”
“While you’re coming around my shaft.”
Pressing his hand harder up against her, Carrie’s thighs squeezed his hand and her hands wound around his neck. Castor lifted her up onto the counter, her body shivering as his touch was taken away. He waited for her to move or answer, but she just sat there trembling. Castor pulled his jacket off his shoulders, the leather and metal hitting the ground with a loud thud. It pulled her attention away as her eyes watched him pull his T-shirt over his head. Hard lines and sprinkles of dark chest hair made her fingers itch to touch him.
He waited a foot from her, his eyes on her. Carrie finally realized what he wanted and she did the same, pulling her shirt off slowly over her head. She heard him hiss as her large tits were revealed, pouring out of her bra. She threw the shirt down near his and her hands went back to unhook the clasp behind her back. Carrie’s breasts bounded free, jiggling as she pulled the bra down her arms. Carrie looked back at him, unsure what was next in the strange game she was playing with him.
His eyes were riveted by the large mounds in front of him, the pink dusky tips rock hard, begging for his touch of which he could not deny it. Castor’s hands went up slowly to cup her from underneath, the thumbs rubbing against the hard nipples. She gasped and pushed herself against him. Carrie wanted more than just his touch, her gaze attached to his soft lips.
Carrie moved back onto her hands. She was silently offering herself to him. Castor moved forward, his greedy mouth suckling up the one closest to him. Tongue swirled around the tip, shaking back and forth as she mewled against him. She pushed her hands into his hair, pulling him down to make more of her. He growled as he hugged her body to hi, his teeth nibbling and his mouth sucking on her.
She was not expecting the direct electrical shocks that went straight to her seeping core. His mouth moved lower as she laid back on the marble surface underneath her. The coolness seemed to awaken her senses, reminded her that she was still in need. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed her jeaned crotch against him. “Please Castor, I need more.”
Her thighs opened and her hips surged upward to meet the hardness that was nestled against her. Her hands moved between them and started to unbutton her jeans. There was too much between them and when he moved back to do the same, she slid off of the counter when his length was revealed. Her mouth watered and Carrie’s knees hit the tiled floor.
She wrapped her hands around the long, velvet shaft. She pushed it to her face, rubbing it against her soft cheek. It twitched and jerked in her hand, her breath making it bounce with need. “Fucking hell.”
Carrie took it as a compliment and sat up high on her legs. Pushing his tip between the underside of her cleavage, Castor was quickly pushing through and towards her open mouth. She let the mushroom head kiss her lips, but did not open for entrance. Carrie played with her nipples as he surged through the soft cleft again. That time she opened her mouth wide and suckled him in as much as could pop through the other side. Castor groaned and moved faster, her hungry mouth slurping on the salty tip, oozing with pre-cum.
She moved her tits away and let the next thrust go down her throat. Neither was prepared and she gagged, while Castor’s fingers stuck into her curly red hair. He pulled her back and forth, rutting into her mouth for several moments before he pulled away. He was close to losing himself and he was in the wrong place to lose it. He had promised her orgasms, but it seemed it was she who was giving. He pulled away as she added suction and his cum started to bubble in his balls.
Her mouth moved to take him back in, a whine in the back of her throat. Carrie wanted to taste him, but he was taken away before she had a chance. The sound of her whimper drove Castor forward, hauling her up on her feet, so that he could kiss her. Her mouth was full of his taste and he found it strangely erotic to know where it had just been. Castor moved her towards the counter where they’d started, his hands moving to pull her panties down. The only thing left. As she stepped out of them, she fought the urge to cover herself in front of him as his eyes took her in like a feast.
Standing up, Castor turned her around until her ass was tight against the hardness behind her. She felt his hot heat slip between her ass cheeks and then rub slowly against her quim. By the time he had pulled back to do it again, Carrie’s hips had upturned to point him towards her heated hole, where she needed him most. Sh
e waited for the thickness to impale her, but instead he just rubbed back and forth, incessantly.
Carrie was sent to madness, her lips begging for his penetration. He moved back and she whimpered with the lack of touch. Castor had pulled himself back towards his stomach, letting it slapped down on holes and she opened her legs further, presenting for his surge. She cried out with the touch, her fingers rubbing her clit slowly. A few more of those and she wouldn’t even need him inside of her.
Rubbing faster, he repeated his actions several times, until she was just at the cusp of her need. “I need you inside of me Castor, please.”
Then he was inside of her, his thickness stretching her unused walls to the point of no return. It was all she needed to dive head first into her bliss. Castor grabbed her arms as she started to melt against the counter and slammed into her, using his new grip as leverage to pound into her over and over again. His name was screamed from her lips with each hard thrust and before he could stop himself, he was bellowing deep and releasing inside of her. She shook as he pinned her, his cock lodged deep, sending his hot seed to her womb.
He released her arms and she braced herself against the counter, milking his semi-hardness until it was hard and thrusting once more. The mixed fluid escaped down her leg and splashed between them as he pumped deep and hard. He made her come several more times standing there, until her knees were too wobbly to work.
Castor took her into the bathroom and they showered away the messy results of their lovemaking. Carrie had never came so much and so hard in her life. When his fingers touched her, she jumped with the sensitivity of her flesh. “Oh no, no more. I am done.”
He relented and soaped himself up. She played with the tattooed lines on his back, the face of a burning devil predominant. It should have made her pause, but she found it strangely erotic. When he turned back around to face her and turn the water off, she kissed him until they were both almost dry after stepping out. No other touch, but their lips.
