by Cindy Wilder
“Oh, sunshine,” he said. “Spread your legs for me. I want to put my lips on your pussy. I want to lick you and suck every bit of your juices. I want to feel you move against my mouth, as I thrust my tongue inside of you. I want to feel you come around my tongue. When I finally get to be with you, I'm going to taste and touch ever single inch of you. Are you spread for me, sunshine?”
“Yes, biker,” I said with a moan. “I'm spread for you. What are you doing?”
“My boxers are gone. I'm on my bed, with my rock hard cock, just thinking about your sweet pussy dripping for me. My hand is around my shaft. All I can think about is you.”
“You're all I'm thinking about. I'm so wet, Biker.”
“Move your fingers through your wetness. Take them down a little more. Knees in the air with your legs spread. I want one hand on your breast and your other on your pussy. Does it feel good? Does it turn you on knowing I'm stroking my shaft for you? I want to hover over your beautiful body as I enter you with my cock. It's so ready for you. I bet you're so tight and wet. I'd slide in inch by inch as your body adjusted to me. Fuck! I'd thrust into you as deep as I could. I would fuck you so hard. Stick your finger in for me, sunshine. I want your finger inside of you. Pull it out and thrust it back in deep and hard. I want it to be me inside of you.”
I let out a loud moan as I entered myself with my finger. It felt so damn good. That was something I hadn't done before. Something about him made me more open. I don't know what it was. Just hearing his voice turned me on. Another moan escaped my lips as I continued to move my finger out and back in again. I couldn't imagine how good it would feel to have him inside of me. It was definitely something I wanted to happen.
“You have no idea how good it feels to hear you moaning for me. I can see you on the blanket, playing with your nipple, fucking yourself with your finger, and your back arched. Your eyes are closed. I can picture you grinding your wet pussy against your hand. I'm pumping my cock hard thinking about you. I will fucking have you one day. You know that as much as I do. When I finally have you, it's going to be explosive. I'm going to spend an entire day showing you how I feel about you. You're mine. Tell me your mine, sunshine.”
“Yours, fuck, yours,” I whispered.
“Add a second finger, baby,” he commanded. “I want to suck and fuck you. You know what else I want?”
“Hmmm,” was all I could manage, as I entered myself with a second finger.
“I want your mouth wrapped around my dick. Your sweet tongue would like my tip, and your lips would wrap around me. It would feel so fucking good as you took me in one inch at a time until I touched the back of your throat. I'd wrap my hand in your hair and guide you up and down my shaft. You'd suck me hard as I reached deep into your throat. Fuck! I'm about to come just thinking about it. I'd fuck your mouth hard and deep just like I'd fuck your pussy. You'd take all of me. When I exploded into your mouth, you'd suck down every last bit of me. Then, I would grab the back of your head and claim your mouth with mine. There are so many things I want to do with you. I want to do it all with you, sunshine. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” I cried out.
“Fuck yourself faster, baby,” he said with a gravely, deep voice.
His voice sounded so damn sexy. I could hear it shaking when he spoke. He was probably just as close to coming as I was.
“Stroke your shaft, biker. Pump it hard for me,” I moaned.
I wanted him so badly. If he would have been anywhere close to me, I would have run to him. He was it for me. I knew I was screwed. I loved him.
“Oh, fuck,” he growled.
I felt my body right at the edge. The growl that came from his chest was so beautiful.
“Fuck yourself for me, sunshine,” he said. “I want to hear you come. I want to know how good you feel inside. I fucking want you. I want to be buried balls deep inside that sweet pussy. My cock is so fucking hard for you. I'm going to come hard, baby. I want to hear you so loud. Don't hold back. Fuck yourself hard and deep while I stroke by dick for you. Come on, baby. Let me hear you.”
I thrust my fingers in deep. My back was arched off the bed, and I was grinding my pussy against my fingers as hard as I could. I could hear his moans through the phone. Hearing the sound of his hand slapping against his skin was so hot. Knowing that he was touching himself and coming for me was more than I could take. I fucked myself even harder as my pussy pulsed around my fingers.
“Fuck, biker, oh,” I cried out.
“Louder,” he snapped.
“Oh, fuck,” I yelled. “Fuck, yes.”
“Oh, sunshine,” he growled loud. “I fucking want you, baby.”
I could hear his breathing change and groans escape him. He was it. I wanted that man. We were both breathing hard into the phone. I didn't say a word and neither did he for a minute. He was the one to break the silence.
“You okay, sunshine?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Today has been the best birthday ever. Thank you for everything. You have no idea how much you mean to me. Nobody knows me like you do. Now I know what your voice sounds like. I will definitely dream about you tonight. You really are amazing, biker.”
“So are you,” he said. “Sweet dreams, sunshine.”
My life was looking up. I was feeling better about myself. Deep down, I knew I wouldn't be like my mom. I had been talking to biker for six months and cared so much for him. My dreams were better than ever that night.
I woke up in the morning to the smell of bacon and coffee. My mom only made me a big breakfast when she wanted to talk or was trying to impress a man. I was in such a good mood. There was no way I was letting anything spoil it.
When I walked into the kitchen, she had the biggest smile on her face. I sat down. She put a plate of food and cup of coffee in front of me, and I looked up at her.
“What's going on?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” she questioned.
“Spill it, mom,” I said. “I know you have something to tell me.”
“I'm getting married. We're moving in with Greg,” she said.
I felt like crying, but I wasn't going to. It wasn't going to ruin my mood. I only had to get through three more months of school. If I had to, I could find a way to leave after that. I needed to find a better job. That was the most important thing for me to do. I needed to be able to get an apartment as soon as school was out. There was no way I was living with another man of hers.
“When do we move?” I asked.
It was the same question I asked every time.
“I want to get moved in today and tomorrow,” she said.
It was exactly as I thought. She told me that day. It was her normal thing. I had packing down to a science, and I didn't own much anymore. She watched closely for my reaction. Normally, I would stand up and argue with her. Not anymore. I couldn't do it. I knew I was better than that.
“Okay,” I said with a shrug.
“That's it,” she said confused. “You're not going to yell at me?”
“Nope,” I said. “I'm changing. We move today.”
I got up from the table, carried my plate to the sink, and walked out of the room. The boxes were out and I was packing within the hour. I got on my computer to message biker.
Me: I won't be able to talk until Monday. Some stuff came up. We're moving.
Ride or Die: Is everything okay?
Me: Nothing I haven't had to deal with before. I'm going to be very busy soon. I need to find a job fast. I need to be able to get a place of my own after graduation. I can't do this anymore.
Ride or Die: I'm getting a job too. Maybe we can move in together.
I sat staring at my screen. Did he mean that? Did he mean out of convenience or move in as a couple? Things were so crazy. I could hear my mom moving around the apartment. She had gotten the furniture at a resale shop. I knew she would leave it when we left. The one thing she had taught me over the years was how to stock an apartment on the cheap.
That was something I would be using when I got my own place. I was deep in thought when I heard the sound of another message.
Ride or Die: Was that a bad idea?
Me: No. I'm sorry. I've got so much going through my head. I just need to get the hell out of here and away from all of this. I would love to live with you. I'll talk to you Monday. I'm going to be moving every second until then. This sucks! I don't want to talk about family anymore. I want to move on with my life.
Ride or Die: I agree. No more family talk. There are some changes going on at my dad's house too. It just keeps getting better. Just say the word, and I will come and get you. You deserve better than this. I hope you know that. I'm going out with a friend to ride today. Text me if you need anything. Talk to you later.
I finished packing and put my stuff in my car. It was pretty sad that eighteen years' worth of stuff fit in my small car. I left a few things in my room so I could sleep there. My mom's boyfriend was going to bring a truck in the morning to get our beds and any bigger stuff we needed to take. I went for a long walk. My mom would be packing all day. She got mad that I never helped her. I told her I would only help her if we had been in the place for a year. There was only one time that I had to help.
We drove our cars over and dropped off what was in them. Greg took me upstairs and showed me to my room. It was a nice size room. Bigger than the one in the apartment we were leaving. There was a door next to mine. It was shut, and I didn't ask any questions. My mom and Greg's room was on the first floor. I was going to be all alone. That wouldn't be so bad. A whole floor of the house to myself. Maybe I would be fine after all.
I drove back to the apartment and watched some television. My computer was already at Greg's house. If I had thought about it, I would have kept it with me. Mom stayed at Greg's for the night. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, my phone buzzed.
Biker: Goodnight, sunshine.
Me: Night, biker.
The next morning, my mom was moving around the apartment early. They were already taking stuff outside. I got up and ready quickly so they could get my bed, dresser, and television. There was no reason to get all done up for the day. I would just end up dirty. I threw on a pair of sweats and an old t-shirt. They were on the edge of my bed. I had planned ahead. Like I said, I had it down to a science.
I helped Greg and my mom carry things to the truck. We were on our way in no time. There was no need to look around or get all emotional about the place. She would probably move us again soon anyway, I thought. They pulled into the driveway and I parked on the street. I grabbed my last box of clothes and followed Greg into the house. I heard music coming from upstairs. Greg stopped just inside the doorway and yelled up the stairs.
“Get your ass down here. I want you to meet your new stepsister.”
I turned to look at my mom who had just walked in.
“What is he talking about?” I asked.
“Greg has a son,” she said.
“You felt no need to tell me this before now? What is wrong with you?” I growled out at her.
“You're a grown adult. What do you care if he has a son? You won't even be home much,” she said with a shrug.
“It might have been nice to know,” I snapped.
I heard some slamming coming from the upstairs before the music turned down a notch. I heard his voice before I saw him.
“Let's meet the pain-in-the-ass. Did you tell the little twerp to stay away from my shit?”
“Watch your mouth,” Greg snapped.
Just as I heard the footsteps coming down the stairs, I looked up. My body froze. I dropped the box from my hands and my mouth dropped open. He stopped as soon as our eyes connected.
“You've got to be fucking kidding me,” he snapped.
“Watch it, Ethan,” Greg yelled.
“Well hello, asshole,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Princess,” he returned.
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As soon as the word princess left his lips, I wanted to turn and run from the house. Where would I go? There was nowhere. I was stuck. Biker told me to text him if I needed anything, but I didn't think that counted a place to live. He had enough going on in his life. I looked up the stairs at Ethan. He had the biggest smirk on his face, but there was something in his eyes. Somehow, I think he was just as freaked out as I was. Nobody wanted to be put into the position we were in. I turned to my mom.
“How could you do this to me?” I yelled. “The one thing I asked you was to stay away from anyone I went to school with or their fathers. You had to get with the father of the biggest jerk in the school. I can't believe you. Couldn't you have at least waited until graduation? Do you ever think of anyone but yourself? You know you're not going to be with him long. Why would you put me through this? Haven't you done enough to me? I'm going to my room.”
I reached down and grabbed the box that had slid from my hands earlier.
“Lauren,” I hear my mom say in a commanding tone.
I let out a huff and stormed up the stairs.
“Get the fuck out of my way,” I snarled at Ethan on my way by him. “Stay away from me here, and don't fuck with me in school. I mean it. We only have to deal with each other for less than three months. Don't make this worse than it needs to be.”
I had to get to my room before I broke down. There was no way I wanted him to see me cry. I would never live it down. Three months, I thought to myself. I could make it that long in the same house as him. It was a good thing my room was bigger than my old one. I would be living it. Getting a job needed to come even quicker than I thought. As soon as I got to my room, I got my computer turned on as tears streamed down my cheeks. It was time to fill out some applications. The internet was locked. Of course it was. I was in Greg's house. At the apartment complex I had to use whatever neighbor had theirs open. There was a nice guy next door that kept his unlocked for me. He knew enough about my life and felt sorry for me.
I quickly dried my tears with the sleeve of my shirt. Oh shit! Ethan had seen me at my absolute grubbiest. That would do well for me at school. I was sure of that. When I was finally able to compose myself, I opened my door. He was just walking back to his bedroom. There was something in his eyes. It looked a bit like sympathy. I only caught it for a second before it was replaced with his normal cocky look.
“Internet password,” I said.
“You should probably ask nicely, princess,” he said with a smile.
“May I please have the password, sir,” I said through clenched teeth.
He told me the password. Just as I turned to walk away, he had to ruin it.
“I could get used to you calling me sir.”
“Thank you,” I said, as I reached up and scratched my nose with my middle finger.
Then I walked back into my room and closed the door. The rest of the day went by quickly. I applied for ten jobs. It didn't matter what I had to do, I would do it. When I finally finished, it was late. I needed to be up early for school. I logged on quickly to see if biker sent me any messages.
Ride or Die: How's it going? I'm so glad we aren't talking about family. There is some major shit going on over here.
Me: It's not going well. I feel like my entire world is crashing down on me. I don't know what I'd do without you. I applied for a bunch of jobs today. I will take as many as I can get.
Ride or Die: You need to make sure you can study. Not everyone can be a natural like me.
Me: Way to cheer me up, biker. I'm not sure I can do this. As long as I have you, I'll be okay. I just have to think about getting out of here.
I had to share a bathroom with Ethan. It was so strange having him in the next room. I could hear his music and him moving around. The guy was probably jacking off on the other side of the wall. Being on the upper floor didn't sound like such a good idea anymore. I was ready for bed. I had changed into shorts and a t-shirt. When it hit me that I needed to go to the bathroom, I didn't feel like getting dres
sed. Ethan had been quiet for a bit. I figured it was safe.
Slowly and quietly, I opened my door and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. When I was done, I opened the bathroom door and jumped as a scream came from my lips. It was answered with Ethan bent over laughing hysterically.
“I didn't mean to scare you,” he said with a smirk.
“You are such a jerk,” I snapped.
I noticed his eyes travel down and back up my body.
“Who would have ever thought you had a curvy figure? You're always so covered up at school,” he said with a straight face.
When my heart finally slowed, I realized that he wasn't wearing a shirt. I could not believe how sexy his chest looked. He had several tattoos placed perfectly over his muscles. I felt my body shiver. He put his hand under my chin and lifted my eyes to his. I couldn't believe the spark that shot through me from his touch. I pulled back slightly.
“My eyes are up here, princess. You like what you see?”
I shook my head and moved to walk passed him. He didn't budge and I walked right into his hard muscles. My hands pushed off of his chest, and he grabbed my wrists. My breath caught in my throat. He stood still for a moment. I felt his erection pressed against my belly through the thin fabric of my shirt. His knee went between my legs and rubbed against my shorts. I clenched my legs trying to relieve the feeling between my legs. He chuckled as my thighs tightened around his knee, and I slammed back to reality. My body jerked, and I pulled hard away from him. He stepped to the side and allowed me to pass. I walked quickly to my room and closed and locked the door behind me. My covers were already pulled back. I got into bed, pulled the covers over me, and closed my eyes.
I woke up in the middle of the night panting and dripping with sweat. My body jerked up to a sitting position. I could feel the wetness between my legs. It wasn't biker in my dreams. It was Ethan. I felt horrible. Tears stained my cheeks. Maybe I was like my mom, I thought. How could I dream about Ethan when I was in love with biker? Shit! Why was everything caving in around me?
When I tried to sleep and couldn't, I decided to get up for the day. I took a fast shower and got ready for school. The house was quiet and the kitchen was empty. I ate breakfast, grabbed my stuff, and took off out the front door. It was early when I got to school. I sat in my car with my head back against my seat until I heard the first bell ring. I jet from the car, to my locker, and to class just in time. Ethan sat down in the chair in front of me. He turned his head and laughed.
