by Lauren Wood
I hurried my work and was pleased by the result when the dam between his legs burst. I stroked and sucked while he was going off like a rocket between my lips. This was nothing I planned, but I was more than convinced that he was going to be mine. I could finally say that I had sorted out my feelings for him, but I had barely scratched the surface.
The chamber was empty and my mouth was full. There was no bitter taste. The ambrosia tickled my palate and cascaded down my throat with this warmth that could not be measured. I hated the word friendship when it came out of his lips.
I knew all about how to make the best of an opportunity. I could’ve traded every moment I had with other men to have him as my first. I had limited knowledge of a man’s anatomy, but those four guys who were fortunate to be with me had found a woman that was willing to experiment for the sake of the rush.
His eyes were wide open and he was looking at me with his cock still firmly planted in my mouth. I recognized his smitten expression of undying devotion. It was what I had always wanted, but was too scared to make the initial approach. I could see that he was only waiting for the green light and maybe I wasn’t as adept at reading his body language as I pretended to be.
“I am in your debt and you have ruined me for other women. I could spend a lifetime trying to find somebody to mimic what you just did and never be able to duplicate it. I’m beginning to see that we have been wasting our time walking around on eggshells waiting for the other shoe to drop.” I licked my lips and fashioned a tight seal around his deflated state.
He thrashed madly making me lose my grip on the needle and watching it crash to the floor into a million pieces. It was an expensive implement, but I had two other ones in my collection. It was a small price to pay for the adventure of watching his body in the throes of passion.
I gave him my oral loving embrace, cleaning the evidence of what was still clinging to the shaft until there was nothing to indicate that I had done anything unconscionable. I smacked my lips from his impressive manhood and let it fall lazily against his thigh. The scent of his masculine excitement was an aphrodisiac to make me quiver in a teasing mini-climax.
“I would love nothing more than to awaken your infatuation for me all over again. You need your rest and my work needs time to heal. I’m going to dress those new tattoos to keep them from getting infected. Tomorrow we will do this all over again on your back.” I kissed his stomach and moved my tongue around his belly button. I didn’t feel that I had made a mistake and I thought I had created a bond worthy of lovers who had known each other for years.
“Was this one time only?” It was a good question and I had prepared an answer.
“I think it goes without saying that I want this to happen again. When you are feeling up to it, I expect a more thorough examination. I’m going to need somebody to take my temperature and you have the right size thermometer to get the job done right the first time.” I was a little disappointed to see that he was sleeping soundly and I wondered what his reaction was going to be in the morning when he saw his reflection in the mirror.
I put a blanket over him and walked away with a sigh of contentment in my heart. It was highly exhilarating to let my taste buds do the walking. I enjoyed it more than any fantasy and the reality was far more enticing. It opened me up to the possibility of treating him to several different positions in one night.
Chapter four
“My mind is still a little fuzzy about what happened last night. I woke up around 5:00 AM and stumbled upstairs to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee for a wakeup call. My head was pounding and I decided a shower was in order. I stopped short in the bathroom looking at the work you did on my chest.” He had peeled back the bandages and found that I had perfected a technique that made him look like a work of art on legs.
“I heard you praising my ink and it put a smile on my face. I was going to join you in the shower, but I didn’t want to be presumptuous.” He was already dressed and I was wearing this very short bathrobe leaving little to the imagination.
“You should have followed your first instinct. I remember the intensity of the pleasure you inflicted on me. The performance was worthy of reciprocation. I wish that I was fully awake during the whole thing, but what I do remember is fixed in my memory forever.” I grabbed his hand and brought him downstairs to the chair.
I spent the next few hours making the cross and the hangman’s noose on each side.
The backdrop of the 10 commandments would have people hypnotized from the moment they saw it. There was no liquor and I heard him biting his tongue and trying to keep his wits about him during the ordeal.
“I’m going to become the living embodiment of the bad boy. I have a meeting with spider and she is going to want to inspect the merchandise.” His reference made me worried that things might become physical between him and this mystery woman.
“I won’t be there to stop you from doing anything you’re going to regret in the morning. I can only hope that I don’t have to forgive. I want you to know last night will forever link us, body and soul. You might not believe this, but I find the act of inking to be sensual. I have several of my own and you might be in a position to see those that can’t be readily recognized without taking my clothes off.” The artwork on his back was in the color black in various pigments.
“I have done some things undercover that I’m not proud of. She will want to know a good reason why she can’t mark me with her brand. I have an idea, but I don’t want to mention it unless you feel comfortable.” I was interested to learn more but worried that I was going to get sucked into a world that I wasn’t ready for.
“Color me curious. What exactly can you do to stop her from making you into her own personal sex puppet? This is something I would really like to hear from the horse’s mouth.” He followed me upstairs and I could feel him undressing me with his eyes with every step.
“I’m going to mention a new woman in my life who has become my personal artist. She’s going to be wildly enthusiastic about meeting you. Your work is a contemporary take and will have them knocking down your door. This could be clientele that you never thought of. I need your permission to bring you into the inner sanctum of their world.” Normally, I would’ve been apprehensive, but anything that put me close to him had to be a good thing.
“I don’t mind you mentioning me by name. I find myself interested to see what artwork adorns their bodies. Every artist has a signature of some sort. It can be something small or something ostentatious. I don’t want to step on anybody’s toes or make an enemy of the artist that is going to be forgotten. It might be possible for us to work together and collaborate to give the biker gang a unique signature all of their own.” It was going to be a challenge, but I was up to the task as long as I knew that he was with me every step of the way.
The sexual chemistry between us was off the charts. I could feel the temperature in the room rising every time that we almost touched. The sheets would burn and be torn into ribbons when we defiled each other’s bodies for hours on end. This was something I was looking forward to and he had already expressed interest in losing all control.
“I have to say the sensation of the needle against my skin while you were going down on me was something I embraced. The pain and the pleasure mingled into something that can never be forgotten. We live in a world where fear cripples us from doing something unexpected with our lives. We live in the moment when other people are complacent with the humdrum existence of their 9 to 5 life.” I did go to the beat of my own drum and this was something we had in common.
He got on the motorcycle in the driveway and gunned the engine. I put my hand on my chest to feel my heart skip a beat. I raced over and whispered into his ear before he put on his helmet.
“I want to do it on the motorcycle. It might be even fun to have an audience.” His eyes fluttered with obvious thoughts of bouncing me up and down on his lap with the engine vibrating underneath us.
“That might be something
I can arrange. I can definitely sell that kind of kink to the spider. She will want to test me and I have the perfect subject to take this wild ride with me.” He slipped the helmet over his head masking his features with the tinted black glass.
I stood there immobilized watching his leather clad body drive down the street with the motorcycle touching a hidden perversion inside of me. I was changing my ways and not wasting time on idle chitchat when action spoke louder than words.
Blaine was going to become the talk of the town and spider was going to be taken back by the artwork. It was going to bring me a multitude of new clients. The assignment could take months but was possible to stretch for years until they had enough evidence to convict them.
I went about my day doing daily chores feeling like somebody was watching me the entire time. I thought I saw a shadow and I turned a corner to see a figure disappear into an apartment building. Somebody was coming out and I used that to get inside without having to press the buttons to gain admittance.
I took the stairs avoiding the elevator and I could see somebody three floors up from where I was currently standing. I chased the fleeting form all the way up to the roof feeling winded and needing time to catch my second wind. I was bent over touching my knees with my head bowed and droplets of perspiration dripping from my hairline.
My heart was pounding and I reached out for the exit door with a gust of wind greeting me when it opened. I heard gravel displaced and I followed the sound. I really wasn’t expecting to find anything, but somebody dressed in a dark hooded sweater was standing at the edge.
“I want to know the reason why you have been following me all day. Turn around and face me. I’m not asking. The only other choice is to jump and I don’t think you have the balls or the agility to make it to the other side.” The person was wearing a dark pair of black jeans and their hair was covered by a non-descript ball cap.
“Don’t come any closer.” The voice was muffled and I couldn’t determine if it was a man or a woman. “I’m warning you.” It didn’t sound like the person was threatening to jump and I was a little alarmed that I had followed what could’ve been a deranged killer.
“Answer me one question and I will leave you alone. What did I ever do to make you think that I was some sort of threat? Come to think of it, I don’t think it was a coincidence that somebody tried to run me down in the street like a dog. You have some explaining to do and I’m not moving until I hear something that makes any sense.” I was putting myself in the line of fire and there was no telling if this person was carrying some sort of concealed weapon.
I was definitely risking some kind of retaliation. Chasing them was an impulsive reaction from feeling like my personal space had been invaded. It was a violation and I wasn’t going to let them get away with it without answering for it.
“You know what you did. I shouldn’t have to spell it out for you. Walk away, but I would sleep with one eye open. Grip your pillow tightly and listen for every little noise that might determine that somebody has disturbed your peaceful slumber.” I stood with my arms crossed, fuming mad and ready to give him a piece of my mind.
“I’m not going to live looking over my shoulder. Whatever you intend to do, you may as well do it now and I would rather see it coming.” The person backed away from the ledge with their back toward me and began sprinting across the loose gravel.
I watched stunned as one foot hit the ledge and the other one hung precariously over the edge. Everything happened in slow motion and I ran over to watch their awkward landing. There was a cry of pain captured in the wind and they were hobbling over to the door leading to the stairwell in the other building.
I broke from the shock and realized they were going to have to come out. I took a chance and put my stamina to the test by leaping each landing and landing with a noticeable thud that vibrated through my body. I was hitting the wall and forcing myself to go through it feeling the stitch in my side and not bothering to give it a voice.
I came out on the sidewalk a few minutes later and waited by the alley to see who was going to emerge. My clothes were sticking to me with a thin layer of perspiration coating my nubile flesh.
Ten minutes later and I realized that somehow the person had disguised themselves. I went back to my car and went around to the driver’s side with a feeling of danger persisting. I heard the same distinct sound of an engine picking up speed. I glanced over my shoulder to see a pair of hands on the steering wheel directing the steel weapon at their feet in my direction.
A blur of motion came across the street tackling me with such force that I was propelled over my hood and down onto the hard concrete on the other side. Somebody had saved my life and I looked up to see that same person producing two guns by reaching into the holsters on either side of his body.
He was pounding down the pavement in the middle of the street firing indiscriminately at this car that came out of nowhere. The glass shattered in the back window scattering pieces of it on the road. He unloaded each clip and the car swerved and drove headlong into a telephone pole.
I had a couple of cuts on my hands, but it was nothing compared to the alternative. I was shaking the cobwebs from my mind and forcing my feet to act. I came to a stop where Blaine was checking the person for a pulse.
He pulled back the hood and Tammy was revealed to be the one who had taken exception to something I did. Her eye was swollen shut, but I realized Blaine wasn’t trying to kill her. He had immobilized her vehicle by shooting out the tires.
“Do you know how long I have harbored feelings for him? I’ve been following his career and biding my time. His divorce was the bright spot in my otherwise gloomy existence. Conner was supposed to turn to me for comfort. Do you really think I didn’t notice the way that he was looking at you? It became obvious that you were in the way of us being together.”
This woman with a hardened expression drove up on her motorcycle.
“This has been a very illuminating meeting. I do like a man who knows how to take care of his woman. I will be in touch with the both of you.” Blaine coming to my rescue had made him a growing concern with spider and her gang.
Chapter five
“I want you to feel comfortable. This is all about us and nobody else. I painstakingly found this location and I hope it meets up to your standards.” I was a little frazzled and my lower extremities were begging me for some kind of satisfaction from the tease of the engine driving a nail into my sexual coffin.
“I don’t see how this can be an unspoken treasure. Sitting here looking at the city has me hot and bothered.” I had a surprise for him and my recent acquisition of a pair of black leather pants did not come from a regular store.
“I’m going to get behind you and I want you to hold onto the handlebars.” I felt his hands on my leather clad ass and was waiting for him to find the little secret.
“I want you to feel along the folds in between the cheeks.” I had no problem directing him and soon felt the cool caress of the wind followed by the insertion of his tongue through the opening.
I was bent over holding onto the throttle and turning my wrist to accompany his tongue with the vibration of the engine against my clit. I was breathing heavy, holding my tongue and ready to spew obscenities at the top of my lungs.
“I see that somebody has come to play. Don’t forget about my clit. It needs a bit of your tender loving care.” I throttled the machine and groaned with satisfaction from the wild and untamed moment between us.
“I’m fucking hard and I don’t know how much longer I can keep it in my pants.” He had both thumbs on either side spreading the lips and giving him the perfect target.
My feet were firmly planted on the ground and I could feel my knees shaking with the effort to stay in control. It was a good thing I was sitting down or I would have fallen and probably bruised my ego.
“I’m shaking my back end in your face. I’m glad I’m not standing up. I’ve never had a better time on a motorcycle than
when I am having sex. The added bonus of being with the man I adore is the cherry on top of the sundae.” I defied the orgasm that was trying to grip me around the throat.
His tongue was a superb example of a man who knew how to touch all the right buttons. My cheeks were exposed with the zipper all the way around to the front to give him more room to maneuver. My lips were slippery and his tongue was insistent. He fed me the thickness of it, but it was preparing me for something of a lot more daunting.
“Blaine, I have no regrets and I could die tomorrow with a happy smile on my face. As long as I am breathing, I will always be with you in body and spirit. Damn it… you really do know how to get to a woman’s heart with experience.” I was fighting the natural urge to explode, forcing it down and waiting with bated breath to feel the intensity.
I was moaning and grinding against his face for maximum penetration. Blaine was raising the bar for those who claimed to enjoy orally satisfying a woman and never measuring up. It was broad daylight with the sun shining and my face a mask of euphoria.
I felt it coming and I knew that I was a hopeless case. The colors exploded in front of me in a rainbow of fireworks. I wasn’t going to let him get away and reached behind to grab his ears. He took me to the other place where pleasure was dominant.
I could definitely boast that he was a man in his own league. The leather chaps over his jeans was a nice touch. I thought that he was only paying lip service before the main event, but I was rudely awakened by a man that enjoyed what he was doing.
I was still in the middle of an orgasm spraying my hot juices in his face and over the surface of his tongue. It was still deep inside of me being pulled along the rippling walls of my excitement.
I was a screaming eagle with my biker boots slamming against the ground repeatedly. He was slaying the dragon with my breath breathing metaphorical fire from my lips. I felt like there was steam burning along the inside of my thighs. I fell over the handlebars hanging there by the thread of my sexual sanity.
