by K. M. Keeton
“Down the hall,” she says in a rushed breath. I move my head in the direction she points, and start to move. Her expert tongue flicks out and runs over my exposed neck. The bite surprises, but fuck if I don't love it.
Coming from the entry hall the floor plan is mostly open. To one side the kitchen, the other the living room. I see the couch to my right, and say fuck it. I can’t go any further without feeling the inside of this woman. Setting her down on her feet and before she can protest I take her mouth again. Her hands find the waistband of my jeans. Thank God I forgot my belt today. The button comes away, down goes the zipper, and since I always go commando my erection springs free. Hot little hands encircle me and I groan against her lips. A few quick strokes and I’m mindless. So mindless that I don’t realize she’s turned our positions around until she pushes me and I fall back, legs propped up on the back of the couch. She wastes no time pulling down my jeans the rest of the way, yanking my boots loose. They tumble to the ground somewhere at her feet.
Her hands return to my dick, and without hesitation her mouth soon follows, “Fuck!” I say it louder than I had meant, but fuck I couldn't help it.
Her mouth is hot, wet, and fuck her tongue is skilled as it encircles my erection. She takes me deep, and my head leans back against the cushions. My hips jerk up as she pumps up and down with her hand, and chases the action with her mouth with enthusiasm.
“Shit!” she’s surprises me with her tongue and I can’t help but jerk up, and want so desperately to watch her in the act. She does it again, but all I can tell is she is running the flat of her tongue against the tip.
“Why does that feel so fucking good?” I couldn’t help myself. I need to know.
“Tongue ring,” her devilish smile makes my erection jump in her hand.
“You naughty girl,” she responds by sinking her head back down. I continue to watch as her head sinks down to take more of me into her mouth. In fact I can’t move them away, I’m mesmerized. I grab the hem of my shirt and work it off, throwing it to the side.
“I want to taste you,” I husk out. She takes me deep for a long second, and I moan as the back of her throat convulses around my thick shaft. She moves her mouth away from me. Moving around the couch I watch her unbutton her white top. Revealing the white lacy bra beneath, next her fingers go to the zipper of her skirt. Her hips sway as she shimmies out of the black fitted fabric and it’s slow enough to make me groan aloud. She starts to kick off her shoes, but I shake my head.
“I’ve been dreaming about fucking you in those heels since the first time I saw you in them.”
She seems surprised by my admission, but she leaves them on as her hands come up to unfasten her bra. The cups are stripped away to reveal two perfectly rounded breasts. As if she too feels the tension and can’t stand it, she loops her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, pushes them down without hesitation taking the last few steps toward me. I help maneuver her hips as she supports herself against me and the couch. The first lick of her heat has me wanting to let go, and come into her mouth.
“Jesus Sara, you taste so fucking sweet,” I take another long stroke of her liquid heat, and she shudders against my mouth. Taking her clit into my mouth I suck. She moans as my cock hit the back of her throat. It’s enough to make me lose my concentration, and for a split second I let out a gasp enjoying the heat of her mouth. I spread her cheeks with my hands and double up my efforts. I want her completely mindless with pleasure, and I won’t stop until she’s come all over my face.
When she starts to ride my face, my dick in her hands only getting a few absentminded strokes, I know even before she throws back her head screaming my name I’ve hit my mark. Fuck it makes me harder that I can feel her sex convulse against my mouth through her increased wetness as she comes.
Before I can make a valid protest, her sex is taken from my mouth, but as she turns her body over mine I forget my protest completely. We adjust on the couch, my head resting on the arm, my calves resting on the other. Must be a love seat I dropped into. She starts to rock against my solid erection. Back and forth, making it slick with every pass.
“Condom?”
“Pants pocket,” I say between clenched teeth. What was she doing to me? She looks around, and spots them behind the couch. For the few seconds her body wasn’t touching mine, I thought I would die. I rip the condom packet with my teeth as soon as she hands it over. In my personal best speed, it is on and she is guiding me in within a heartbeat.
I say, “Fuck” as she lets out a curse of her own as we finally come together. Even with the latex barrier she is so fucking tight around me, and hot, so very hot. Her arms rest on either side of my head. She starts to rock. At first it's slow, her hair making a canopy around us. Her forehead resting on mine, as we watch us converging together. Then she shifts and a nipple grazes my lips, and I latch on like I’m a starving man. She jerks, letting out a soft murmur but I follow the retreat. Her head arches back her hair to one side, and I trail kisses until the other nipple is in my mouth. She clenches around me, and my hips jerk up.
I rip my mouth away, “Shit sweetheart, you are making me lose my mind,” I like her slow, but right now I need speed. Hard and fast. Grasping her hips, moving my hand to both side of her ass cheeks, I thrust into her in time with my rapid heart. Her hands go up to brace the arm of the couch as I pound myself into her.
“Please,” she pants out.
“What is it Sara,” I ask through a haze of ecstasy.
“Please, I’m so close,” she begs.
I slow my pace, and a frustrated moan comes from deep in her throat. Lifting herself up on me she tries to move, but I halt her progress. But she’s not deterred. She grasps me by the back of my neck and pulls me forward so we are nose to nose.
“What do you want Vince? Tell me.”
“I want you to beg some more, and I want you on your back while you do it,” I grasp her by the waist and maneuver myself over her. Placing one of the throw pillows under her ass. She’s at the perfect angle to receive me.
Rubbing the tip down over her clit I look into her eyes while I smile, “Beg me Sara. I want to hear exactly what you want me to do to you,” her cheeks burn red, and the blush blossoms in other places. She is so beautiful. I rub harder against her clit.
“Please Vince.”
“Please what Sara?”
“You know what,” she says breathlessly.
I stick the tip in and move it out just as quickly. My self control is waning. Why had I wanted to play this game? I’ve already forgotten. Her moan, and then growl is loud in the room.
“Fuck me Vince! Fuck me so hard I walk funny for a week. Fuck me so hard that every time I move I only think of you, because god damn it if you don’t, I have a perfectly good vibrator that will do the job.”
Pushing down her upturned thighs, opening her up completely to me, I thrust in, and I don’t let up. I don’t even let up when I feel her come quick and dirty around me. I don’t let up even when her fingernails dig into my arms. I don’t even let up when she comes a second time. I just thrust harder, her breasts bouncing, her body becoming flushed, her eyes glazed over in lust, I want to draw every inch of pleasure out of this woman.
“A fucking vibrator can’t do this for you,” I push my thumb over her clit and rub in tight little circles, and the third time she screams into the room, tightening around me, I finally let myself come. Jerking my hips, tucking my chin to my chest, feeling my eyes close, fuck if the woman doesn’t do things to me, like making me come harder than I’ve ever come before.
Feeling like I fucked loose something in the vicinity of my chest cavity, I pull out of her. Standing I roll the condom off, “Where can I put this?” I ask out of breath.
She points over to the actual couch, “On the other side,” I walk over and sure enough under the side table is a trash can.
I come back to her and pull her up off the cushions and into my arms before sitting again on the loveseat. Nuzz
ling until my face is buried in her hair. She lets out a contented sigh, and burrows further into me. If I was capable I’d be hard all over again. This may be a tender moment, but fuck if it doesn’t excite me to have her curves hard against me. Actually I want nothing more than to see the curves she hides under her clothes all over again. My dick twitches. I stand with her in my arms and head down the hallway determined this time to find the bedroom. She doesn’t put up a fuss, merely adjusts in my grasp, her arms around my neck, and an eyebrow arched in my direction when I come to a stop.
“Which one is your room?” I ask.
“There,” she points to the door on my right, and I push it open.
I take in the surroundings briefly, but nothing out of the ordinary. Bed, side tables, dresser, all the normal things you’d find in a bedroom. Placing her on the bed I let her squirm under my gaze as I take her in. High breasts with tasty nipples that fit perfectly in my palm. Not big, not small either, just right. Small waist leading into wide hips, and the ass beneath…so fucking round and perfect curving into those long legs. Those fucking shoes are sexy to, but are coming off. I take hold of each and strip them off, leaving more to clean up later.
When my eyes go back to her face, she’s biting that plump bottom lip with her white teeth. My dick is stirring back to life with that nibble, and I want to do that myself. I crawl up her body and kiss her, making sure to take her bottom lip between my own teeth before biting down.
Tasting those nipples again, I do it slowly. Working my tongue round and round until each is tight under my tongue. Making my way down her tummy with my mouth I love the sexy sounds she makes as I inch closer to her cunt. I can smell her arousal, and I can’t wait to taste it again. She needs no direction when I kiss along her hips and around her inner thighs. They open wider for me, her hips buck upward. I’d love to tease her some more, but with those mulling sounds escaping her throat I can’t stand to not give her what she’s asking for. Who am I kidding it’s all for me, I can’t wait another second to have her taste in my mouth. And fuck is it sweet, sweetest nectar I’ve ever tasted in my lifetime. Her shudder makes my balls tight, and the resulting moan from the next swipe is an ache in more than my cock. I want inside of this tight pussy, but I’m going to lick it, nibble it, and make it come on my face at least once before I let myself inside her again.
Sucking in the nub that’s already started to harden I let my fingers roam about the outside of her opening, teasing. I lick and suck and when she’s thrusting her hips into my face I separate us only long enough to ram my fingers into her tightness. She stills, her mouth agape, and then I move my fingers up into that sweet spot and move my mouth back to her clit. A noise comes from her that is somewhere between a cry and a shout of profanity that I couldn’t quite catch as she clenches my fingers harder than any vice I’ve had them in before. She writhes under my ministrations, and once she can’t take anymore she slides her hand between her clit and my mouth. She pushes my fingers out.
I’d like to pout but that shit isn’t going to happen. My mouth trails instead up her body until I’m kissing the other set of lips, sharing her sweetness with her.
I lay next to her and bring her back against my front. My straining dick between those beautiful butt cheeks, “So what made you change your mind?” I ask huskily.
“Hmmmm?” she purrs.
“About me, you know...giving me a chance.”
“Teddy.”
“Teddy?”
“He chewed me out,” she responded.
“Fuck,” I groan, “He didn’t.”
“Oh, he did. That kid loves you,” I run my fingers down her side, and kiss the shell of her ear. She shivers, and it makes me smile against the back of her neck.
I love him too, but the next time I see him he's dead, “What did he say?”
“Basically that I was a shit for assuming you were bad news because of your involvement with the club. Also that I could rot in hell for all he cared. At least that’s how I felt after he left.”
“No wonder you sounded like you were being strangled when you tried to apologize over the phone.”
She smacked me on the leg, “I did not!”
I smiled into her hair. Was it bad that it turned me on when she got feisty? Don’t answer that. I don’t care. My hips push my erection further into the crack of her ass.
“Will you tell me what happened?”
“Well my darling you just had an oral orgasm. You want me to demonstrate again?”
She giggles, “Hmm I might need another in a minute, but I was referring to you being Teddy’s guardian when you were so young.”
Well that's one subject to kill my erection. But why the hell not? I was up against a warm woman that I’m starting to care for a hell of a lot. It couldn’t hurt to see where it goes.
“I wasn’t all that young, eighteen to some is an adult. When mom died it started the chain reaction that is mine and Teddy's life now. Mom was great, loving, kept us in line, and loved my dad as fiercely as he did her. I bet he still does but I won’t go to the jail two towns over to ask. She was out late one night later than usual, dad was doing something for the club.
A few days earlier a man hit and injured a man on a crosswalk, my dad was sent to talk to him. Being in the 99% the club wouldn’t have followed through on the threats my father had been sent to scare him with. Might have put him in the hospital but not murder.
That was until my mom was on her way home and was hit by the driver my father had been sent to threaten. The guy hadn’t been drunk, but scared shitless by the warning my dad had delivered and wasn’t watching where the fuck he was going.
Dad followed through with his threats. He was caught because of the torture he had put the guy through, shot the guy between the eyes when he heard the cops coming down to arrest him. He was wrestled to the floor before he could do the same to himself. My father is in jail for life.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah I guess that sums it up. With the reputation my family got I couldn’t get a job to support us, so I did the only thing I could. I joined the club. I bartend for them most nights.”
“That was brave of you,” at some point she turned in my arms, and now she kisses my chests, and burrows closer into me.
Brave? I don’t know about that. I did what I had to do. No way was I going to let what was left of my family to be taken from me. I need to think about something else, anything else. I squeeze her tighter against my body, “Tell me something I don’t know about you,” changing the subject.
“What do you want to know?” she asks. She starts light circles on my side.
“Anything, I’m not picky.”
“The last place I lived was Chicago,” she responds.
“Really? Where's your accent?” I ask.
“We only moved there when I turned sixteen. Didn’t stay long enough to get one.”
“Why not?”
“Long story,” and the way her body tensed against me, her fingers stopping their slow circles, she didn’t want to talk about it any longer, which pissed me off. I poured out most of my past a few minutes ago, and she won't tell me anything about hers. How the fuck is that fair? Maneuvering myself from her I leave the room.
“Where are you going?” I hear her call after me, but I don’t stop. I grab my jeans from the floor in the living room and pull them up. As I reach to button them, her small warm hand touches my shoulder.
“Wait,” she whispers.
I flinch from her touch. I keep my back turned to her knowing if I see her naked my resolve with not hold up. Despite my rightful anger I want in her warm heat again.
Instead I say, “You keep treating me like I'm not good enough.”
“It’s not that, there are things I'm not ready to talk about,” she says.
“You think I like bringing that shit to air out? You think I tell people, because I don’t. I want to see us going somewhere other than fuck buddies. I should have told you no, because now I feel lik
e a fool for telling you anything if you won't reciprocate and give us a chance,” she stays silent so long I almost give in and look at her.
“In Chicago, I got involved with someone from an MC there. I was younger than he thought and I wasn’t about to change his mind, because I liked him too. We were only about five years apart. Became his old lady,” that had me turning around.
“No shit?”
Her smile was sad, “Yeah, and he left me, turned the club against me. I was pushed out of Chicago, estranged from my family, so I went to college out of state, got my teaching degree, and moved here. I moved here thinking in such a small town it wouldn't be in an MC territory.”
“Shit. What did you do?”
She looked at me like I struck her, “Fuck I didn’t mean it like that. It's just I haven’t heard of anyone claim someone then turn around to do that…unless you know they did something idiotic, and you don’t seem the type. Yeah you lied about your age, but that’s usually not a reason to cast someone one out of a club, especially go as far as getting them out of a fucking state.”
One second she stills and gets a far off look in her eyes, the next her eyes are filling with tears and spilling like a waterfall down her cheeks.
SHIT. Not fucking tears I don’t do well with tears. I wrap her up in my arms as quickly as I can, which only makes her cry harder. I’m a fucking righteous bastard that needs to learn limits and to keep my temper under control. What do I say to make this better, actually I should keep my mouth shut, no matter what I say I'll fuck it up more. So I settle for taking us to bed, in the same position we were before. I swear to fuck that it took her forever to stop crying, then without warning falls asleep.
It takes me a very long time to find sleep.
