by Zoey Parker
“Is this your room?” she asked in a seductive tone. She knew the plan. It excited me that she had figured it out by the time we made it back there.
“It was.” I smiled in the dim light. “No one can see us in here,” I told her, “so come here.”
I pulled her to me and kissed her. I wrapped one arm around her waist and held the back of her head with my hand. Our lips worked together, and her tongue welcomed mine into her mouth.
I grabbed her hair and gently pulled her back from me. I watched as she opened her eyes slowly, almost dreamily.
“Strip for me,” I demanded.
“Here?”
“Yes, here. Take your clothes off. No one’s going to see you except for me.”
She blinked and grabbed my hand to let me know I was pulling too hard on her head. I let her go, and she took a step back. She still seemed to be thinking about what I had told her to do instead of doing it.
“Go ahead,” I urged her. “Get to it. Do you need me to help you get started?” I hardened my tone to let her know I wasn’t playing around with her.
Her reluctance turned me on, especially since she hadn’t said anything else about our safe words. There was no indication that she didn’t want to do it, just that she was unsure of it, and I could feel myself surging against my jeans.
“The sooner you get those clothes off, the sooner you can help me relieve some of this tension I feel for you,” I told her. “You don’t want to make me wait.”
“Okay, I’ll do it,” she finally said.
She grabbed the bottom of her tank top and started to pull it off.
“No,” I stopped her. “First, your jeans. Just your jeans.”
She kicked off the little boots I’d bought her and undid her belt, then her jeans. She slowly peeled them off of her skin and pushed them down over her legs. I watched as she revealed the black lace panties I had bought her. I could see her red hair peeking out through the fabric, taunting me, making me harder.
She pushed even further, revealing the fair skin on her beautiful legs. I wanted to run my hands and my lips over the curve of her hips and down her smooth legs.
She let go, and her jeans fell abruptly to the floor. She stepped out of them and raised up her feet, one at a time, to pull off her socks. She had cute little feet. I wasn’t much of a foot guy, but I could have kissed her whole body, starting all the way down on her toes and following the lines of her body up to her lips.
“Now your shirt,” I told her.
She grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up over her stomach, over her beautiful, perky, round breasts, and over her head. She held it out and let it fall to the floor in front of her.
She stood before me in just her panties then. She turned her head and flicked her hair behind her shoulders so I could see her breasts and her sweet, pink nipples.
“Grab your breasts.” I loved the way her fingers looked as they wrapped around the curve of her breasts and ran across her nipples.
“Make your nipples hard for me,” I ordered her, and she pinched them between her thumbs and forefingers. She tugged on them and ran her fingers over them. I could see the little pink tips of her tits hardening as she played with them.
She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and bit her lower lip as she continued to play with her tits for me. I wanted to pull myself out and stroke myself while I watched, but I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I was inside of her.
“Now turn around, and keep playing with your tits.”
She turned around, and I could see the way her hair reached more than halfway down her back. Her panties curved with her ass perfectly, giving me a little peek at her fair skin through the black lace, creating a mouthwatering contrast in color.
I walked up to her and pressed myself between her cheeks, rubbing my jeans against the lace fabric. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me. Then I ran my hands up her stomach to her breasts, pushing her hands out of the way while I grabbed her and squeezed gently. I listened to her gasp with delight as I tweaked and rolled her nipples in my fingers.
“Undress me,” I whispered in her ear before kissing her neck and her shoulder, lightly brushing her flesh with my lips.
Her fingers worked diligently to free me from my jeans. She reached into my boxers and pulled me out. She stroked me with her firm grip.
“Fuck me,” she begged. “Please, Gunner, just take me right here.”
I pulled a hand back from her tits and pulled a condom out of my pocket before letting my jeans finally fall to the floor around my ankles. I put it in her hand.
“Open it and put it on me,” I ordered.
“No, I want you to finish on me.” There was a hint of pout in her voice.
“No, that’s not what I want to do this time. Now, open it and roll it down my cock.” I squeezed her right tit a little harder, and she sucked her breath in through her teeth. Having to repeat myself made me that much harder.
Even when I was supposed to have total control over her, Sierra wanted to try to challenge me, no matter how feebly. It made me want her so much every time she did it.
She opened the condom and tossed the wrapper onto the floor. I closed my eyes as she gripped me with her fingers and rolled the condom slowly down my shaft. Her fingers gripped the ring around the base of the condom and forced it down me.
“Thank you,” I whispered in her ear. “Now, put your hands on the wall.”
She turned to face the wall and put her hands on it at shoulder height. I shrugged off my vest and pulled my t-shirt over my head so I could feel her body against mine as I pressed against her.
“Spread your legs.”
I could feel myself straining against my skin, pulling it taught around my erection with each order I gave. No matter what happened, no matter what her reason for seeking me out had been, I knew that at that moment I had total control over her.
I reached down and slid my fingers into the lace that only partially hid her from me. I stroked her lips and felt her body quiver under my touch. I parted her skin and slid my fingers along her slit up to where I felt her clitoris. I flicked the little nub of her pleasure and listened to her gasp. She leaned against the wall, and I could hear her breath hitting it.
“Please, Gunner,” she begged. “Please, I want you inside of me.”
I leaned forward as I continued to stroke her.
“Are we still on yellow?” I asked.
“No, we’re green, baby. We’re so fucking green,” she panted.
I slid my fingers into her opening, pushing them deep inside. She gasped, and I could feel her body tensing up around me.
I pulled them out and grabbed one of the openings in her panties. I pulled the fabric apart, opening her wide for me to get in, instead of just pushing her underwear to the side.
I slid into her, feeling her tighten around me as I pushed deeper and deeper inside, until I was all the way in to my base.
“Oh God,” she called out.
I pressed my body against hers until she pressed herself against the wall. I thrust into her and looked down to see myself pushing against her perfectly round ass. She balled her fists against the wall and whined as I thrust myself into her.
“Yes, Gunner. Yes.”
I felt her continuing to tighten around my shaft. Her body shook beneath my weight and she moaned louder with each thrust.
I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, just above her breasts, and held her against me as I shoved myself deep into her. She shook and whimpered with her eyes and mouth shut. Her fingers opened and closed against the wall.
“Oh God, I’m coming,” she finally shouted.
“Me, too,” I whispered in her ear. “You feel so fucking good, Sierra.”
She reached back and grabbed my hips to hold me in as I erupted with her. Our bodies were coming together as one. I emptied myself into the rubber around my shaft at the same time her muscles clutched me and let go, clutched me and let go. I slid in and out a f
ew more times, relishing in the sensitivity of her tight opening trying to keep me inside her.
Finally, I slowly pulled out, listening to her pant against the wall. Her body seemed to collapse forward as she relaxed and her ecstasy finally let its grip go from her. I pulled the condom off and tossed it onto the floor in the corner.
“That was amazing,” she said breathlessly. “But you owe me another new pair of panties.”
“Don’t worry. I think I can handle it.”
I turned her around and ran a hand gently over her cheek. She kissed my thumb as it passed by her mouth and gently nibbled me, shooting me a seductive look with her eyes.
“Come on, let’s get dressed,” I told her. “We need to get back before it gets dark.”
The truth was we needed to get back so we could get dressed for dinner. I was going to take her out to my favorite steakhouse to treat her for the last few days. Regardless of her motives or what was about to go down, I had really enjoyed our time together and wanted to have a special dinner with her before things got carried away.
She had seemed distant since she checked the message from her boss earlier. Whatever she was up to, it felt like she was getting close to having to pull the trigger on her plan.
Chapter Twenty
Sierra
I struggled to get my clothes on in the back room of the abandoned house where Gunner had grown up. My body was still shaking from the sudden passion that had flowed through it while he had me pinned against the wall. I felt like I had lost part of myself to him during the sex we’d just had.
I pulled my jeans on over my ripped panties and grabbed my shirt from the floor. I had to sit down on the old wooden floorboards to put my socks and shoes back on.
“Holy shit, Gunner. What did you do to me?” I blurted out.
“Hopefully something good,” he said with a laugh.
“It felt good, but I’m starting to wonder. Man, I can’t stop shaking.” I held my hand up for him to help me get up from the floor.
He reached down and took my hand in a firm grip. He pulled me up into an embrace with his arms around my waist and shoulders and kissed me. It was a possessive, commanding kiss, but I wasn’t going to complain. Hell, I wanted him to be able to claim me as his.
It was just too bad that there was something of his I needed to get for my boss. If not for that, things would have been very different.
I felt like he was trying really hard to win me over. He hadn’t said anything about knowing what I was really up to, but I could tell he knew it had to do with the Sun Stone. I wanted to tell Coyote to kiss my ass with that thing.
I also needed to get away from Gunner long enough to look at the floorplans and figure out where in the house it was. I didn’t know when that was going to happen, though. We were about to head back to the house to change and go out to dinner. I needed him to get called away to an MC meeting or something so I could have some time alone to search the house again.
By the time we made it back to the house, the evening light was beginning to die out. I had to change in front of him and watch while he changed in front of me. He even asked me to keep the door open while I went to the bathroom.
He knew something was up, and he wasn’t going to trust me to be alone while he thought I was up to something. I may have said too much when I was being open at lunch.
He picked out my clothes for me, putting me in a very nice black evening gown that reached the floor and heels that couldn’t be seen through the long skirt, but he claimed he could tell from the shape of my back that I was wearing heels.
I sat back on his bed with my legs crossed and watched him put on a formal black suit and tie.
“This is getting awful formal for just a steak dinner,” I commented while I watched him painstakingly adjust his tie in the mirror. It had to be perfect.
“You don’t understand. We are going to the finest steakhouse in the city.”
“Yawn.” I waved my hand in front of my mouth. “Gunner, when will you get it? I don’t care about your money. I know money. I’ve had money for most of my life. It’s not a big deal.”
I got up from the bed and walked up behind him. I leaned to the side to look around him into the mirror and helped him adjust his tie one last time before turning him around to face me.
“You impressed me more today by taking me to the house you grew up in than you will ever impress me by showing me how much you can spend on a steak,” I said point blank.
“It’s not about the price. It’s about the steak. Trust me. You’ll see what I mean,” he assured me. He ran his hands up and down my arms and kissed my forehead before turning me around and walking me back out of his closet.
I watched as he slid on his shoes and turned to check his look one last time in the mirror.
“Are you ready?” he asked finally, still facing his reflection.
“If you are,” I said with a laugh. “Think you can tear yourself away from the mirror long enough to actually go? I mean, you’re definitely sexy, and you should know that by now without having to look at yourself all night.” I took his arm in mine and started to tug at him jokingly.
“Yeah, I guess so.” He sighed. “Besides, I’ve got you to stare at all night. You’re much prettier than I am.”
“Not by much.” I winked.
A driver met us downstairs in front of the house and held the car door for us to both get in. Of course, Gunner let me in first, and he slid in behind me. The driver already knew where we were going, and he drove us there without a word from Gunner.
We rode together in the backseat. His arm reached across the back of the seat, behind me, as I sat against him, with my head on his shoulder. I really hated myself for what I was about to do to him the next time he left me alone in that house, but until I destroyed this attachment, I could at least enjoy it as much as possible, I figured.
The restaurant was at the ground floor of a five-star hotel in the heart of downtown, just like everything else he had shown me. After seeing his hometown earlier in the afternoon, I would have rather eaten at a small down-home restaurant there, run by someone who probably remembered when Gunner Kaye was a kid and could tell us embarrassing stories of shit he used to get into around town.
I wondered how many times he’d stolen fruits, vegetables, or candy from that corner grocery store, for instance. I wondered what his history was with the store clerk. Maybe he had dated the guy’s sister back in high school or something.
There was no history in the white table cloths and golden lights of the best steakhouse in the city. The place was all glitz and glamor, and almost everyone there was probably there more to show off that they could afford it than to enjoy steak that was supposedly worth every penny of its price tag.
I had never been one to think much about the difference between ritzy places like exclusive clubs or five-star steakhouses and places like where we had visited on the back of his bike. But since he had pretty much forced me to think about it, I couldn’t help but focus on how odd it was for him to eat at fancy restaurants when he grew up in a town that didn’t even have a grocery store.
We were seated in the back, away from everyone else. Gunner ordered their best red wine. I hated it when people ordered like that instead of actually ordering what they wanted. Your best red wine meant the most expensive, regardless of the year or the winery.
I took a deep breath. I was being far too critical of him. He was just trying to make sure I had a good time, I told myself.
“Should we go somewhere else?” he asked after the waiter stepped away.
“No, I’m sorry. I just have a lot on my mind,” I told him. I couldn’t believe I was about to open up to him and let him know what I was thinking instead of saying something completely smart-assed to lighten the mood.
“Is everything okay?” Every once in a while, someone asked the right question at the right time, and Gunner had just done that. He could have said something else to keep me from having to put myself out t
here for him.
“I’m still reeling after what you showed me this afternoon.” I started off light. There was so much more to say.
“What about it?” He looked troubled, like he expected me to fuss or get mad about where we had gone and what we had done.
“It’s just strange to me that you can come from that, from a place that poor, and eat at places like this so often.” That wasn’t quite what I wanted to say, but it was close.
“Well, you see how far I’ve come, haven’t you? This place is hardly going to break the bank. As expensive as it can get here, it won’t even register in my bank.”
