by Cindy Wilder
"Please," I begged. "Those pictures are filled with beauty and emotion. I want to know more about you. I know there's so much more than what you show."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"If you want to go, I'll take you tomorrow," he said.
He moved me aside and stood up. I watched him grab his boxers, jeans, and t-shirt and walk to the door. He unlocked and opened it. Just as he was about to leave the room, he turned back.
"Be ready at nine tomorrow morning. If you're not in the garage waiting, I'm leaving without you."
That was all he said before he walked out of the room, leaving me alone. I hurried to gather my clothes and walk to my room, shutting my door behind me. As soon as I asked him to take me with him, he put his walls up. What the hell was with him, I wondered?
Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at my door. I thought it was him and opened the door with a huge smile on my face. It was my mom. I was glad I didn't answer the door naked. That would have been extremely awkward. I turned, walked over, and sat down on my bed. She followed in behind me.
"Who put that huge smile on your face?" she asked.
I shook my head.
"Why do you think it was a person? Maybe I'm just in a good mood."
She lifted her eyebrow and laughed.
"What's his name?" she asked.
"Biker," I answered, just as Ethan walked up and stopped in the doorway.
He only had on a pair of shorts that hung from his waist. I watched my mom's eyes move up and down his body. What the fuck? I cleared my throat to get her attention.
"Where's Greg?" I asked.
She looked back to me and I saw a smirk spread across Ethan's face.
"So, who's this biker guy?" she asked.
"A guy I met on the internet. He's really nice."
"How long have you been talking to him?" she asked.
"Since just after school started," I said.
"Have you met him?" Ethan asked.
I looked up as he flexed his arms and held onto the top of my door. He was so sexy. I kept hoping his shorts would slip from his waist.
"Not yet," I said.
"You've been talking to him for that long and haven't met him yet. He's either full of shit or a total freak."
"No," I snapped. "You don't know him. Don't come in my room and judge me or any of my friends."
"I'm not in your room," he said with a smirk.
I noticed my mother checking him out again. She was unbelievable. How could she look at him like that?
"Don't you have something better to do?" I asked him in a cocky voice. "I need to talk to my mother."
"Yes, princess," he said. “I have much better things to do.”
I watched him look at my mom and smile, as he turned around and walked toward his room. He laughed as he shut his door. I looked back at my mom.
"What the hell was that?" I snapped.
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
"Ethan," I said. "Why the fuck were you looking at him like you were going to jump him?"
"I was not," she said.
"You were," I said. "He's Greg's son, mom. He's way too young for you. Stop looking at him like that."
I heard my phone buzz and picked it up.
Unknown: Are you jealous?
Me: No. Don't text me.
Ethan: You are. Are you afraid your mom will steal me away?
Me: I don't think so. She's with your dad. That's disgusting.
Ethan: See you at nine, princess. Unless you've changed your mind.
Me: I haven't.
"Who are you texting?" my mom asked.
"A friend of mine," I answered. "What did you come to my room for?"
"I wanted to let you know that we're moving out," she said.
"What?" I asked. "What are you talking about? You just married Greg weeks ago."
"I've decided to move out. We're leaving in the morning."
"This is bullshit. How can you do this? Can't you stay with a man for more than a few months? I don't understand you. I graduate in less than two weeks. Don't you get tired of moving? Is that why you were looking at Ethan like that? Have you fucked him?"
I was yelling by the time I was finished and tears were falling from my eyes.
"No," she snapped. "Watch how you talk to me child."
"I'm not a child. I'm an adult. I can't believe this. I'm not moving with you."
"What?" she asked. "Yes you are."
"No," I said. "I can't do it anymore. I'm not going. I'll live on the street if I have to. I'm moving out after graduation. I need to talk to Greg. Get out of my room."
"You won't stay here with him. You will go with me. Have your shit packed and ready tomorrow."
She stood up and walked out my door. I hurried to lock the door behind her and then fell back onto my bed in tears. My phone buzzed again.
Ethan: Are you okay?
I'm not sure what time I fell asleep. When I woke up, I looked at the clock. It was eight in the morning. I didn't get out of bed and watched as the clock passed nine. My phone buzzed.
Ethan: It's nine, princess.
Me: I'm not going.
Ethan: Yes you are. Get your tight ass up and get dressed. If you're not down here in fifteen minutes, I'm coming up to get you.
Me: Why don't you just take my mom?
Ethan: Fifteen minutes.
I let out a huff, as I threw my phone down on my bed. If I didn't get down there, I knew he would make a scene, and my mom would find out I fucked my stepbrother. That probably wouldn't go over very well. I got dressed as quickly as I could in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Just as I reached for my shoes and phone, I heard it buzz.
Ethan: One minute.
I grunted, grabbed my camera, and ran through the house and into the garage. He laughed as the door slammed shut behind me.
"You are such an asshole," I snapped.
"So I've been told," he said. "Are you ready?"
"I'm not in the mood. I think I'll just stay home or at your home I mean."
He grabbed my arm as I turned to walk away. I turned back toward him, trying to hide my emotions.
"Come with me," he said. "I think it'll help. It's the place I go when I need to think. That happens a lot."
He placed the helmet on my head and strapped it on. I couldn't help but look into his beautiful eyes. He took my camera and put it in the bag he had on his bike. I walked outside and waited. He swung his leg over the bike and started it. He looked so damn good on that bike. I already thought he was gorgeous, but being on that bike took him up a few notches of sexy. The way his muscles flexed as he brought the bike forward gave me chills. He stopped next to me and smiled. It would have been nice if he had acted a little less full of himself. I had to laugh and shake my head.
"Where's your helmet?" I asked.
"I only have one," he said.
I began to unstrap mine.
"I'm not wearing it," I said.
He reached up and grabbed my hand away from the strap. Fireworks shot up my arm, and I jerked my hand away.
"Yes," he said. "I need you to wear it. I need to know you're safe. I'll worry about me."
"You need a helmet," I said. "I don't want you riding without one."
"It's nice to know you care, but I'll be fine," he said.
"I didn't say I cared," I snapped. "Don't get a big head."
"You already know how big my head is," he said with a smirk. "Get on the bike."
"Asshole," I said.
He reached out and I took his hand, as I got on the bike behind him.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked.
"What kind of question is that? You already know the answer."
"Have you ever ridden before?" he asked.
"No," I answered, instantly feeling guilty.
Biker was supposed to take me on my first ride. He was supposed to be my first in more than one way. For some reason, I was giving those firsts to Ethan.
> "I'll take it slow the first time and ease you into it. The next time, I won't be so sweet about it."
I felt my body shake from his words.
"You cold?" he asked.
"I'm fine," I answered.
"I thought I felt you shake. I guess I was wrong. Scoot your sweet ass up and hold on tight, princess."
"I'm fine back here," I said.
I didn't want to get to close to him. Just the smell of him was driving me crazy. There was no way I needed to be against his body. We had been together the night before. I needed to stop it. Biker was my man. He was the one I was going to spend my life with. Ethan was not. I needed to quit letting myself get wrapped up in his beautiful eyes and sexy body.
Ethan pulled down the driveway, and my arms wrapped around his chest tight.
"I need to breathe," he yelled.
"Sorry," I said. "Slow your ass down."
"The whole point is to get there faster than walking," he joked.
It didn't take long for me to get lost in the feeling of being on the back of a bike. From the speed and turns, I was pressed up against his ass before I knew it. His muscular back was against my chest. My arms lowered around his waist. The breeze blew through my hair and the sun was shining. I could see all of nature pass by. It was an amazing feeling being on his bike. I found myself wondering if I could ride alone one day. My mom would shit if I got a bike. Ethan's body felt so good against me. I felt safe and happy. All of my thoughts were gone. I put my head against his back and closed my eyes, as I let myself enjoy the feelings of being out in the open with the sun beating down on me.
I didn't notice him stop the bike until he turned to the side in my arms.
"Did you fall asleep back there?" he asked.
I opened my eyes and looked around.
"Sorry," I said. "It's so peaceful."
I got off the bike and he followed. He took off my helmet and grabbed his bag. I took my camera out of the bag and he took his.
"It's so beautiful here," I said.
"There's nobody here to judge who you are or tell you what it is you should want out of life," he said.
I took a few pictures before he took my hand and started walking. We walked through a small wooded area before we came out by water. I couldn't stop taking pictures. It was so quiet. We sat down by a tree close to the water. I leaned back against the tree and closed my eyes. The sound of the water was so soothing. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt less stressed and that safe. When I opened my eyes, Ethan had his camera facing me.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Taking a picture of you," he said. "I'm not sure I've ever seen you that quiet. I had to capture the moment."
I shook my head and looked at him. I lifted my camera and took of picture of him taking pictures of me.
"Can I see your camera?" I asked. "I want to get one just like it one day. It's what I want to do for a living."
He handed it to me and leaned back on his arms against the ground. I was surprised he had such a nice camera. It wasn't what I had expected. When I turned back to face him, my breath caught in my chest. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. There was so much more to him than a smart ass biker. I couldn't help the feelings that came to the surface as I watched him. He didn't care about me. I was just another screw to him. He was much more than that to me. I had given him my virginity. As much as I couldn't stand him, I also cared so much for him.
I loved biker. He was there when I had nobody. We were best friends. I couldn't wait to see him. My feelings for Ethan were different. He brought every single feeling out of me. There were times I couldn't stand him and wanted to knock him out, but there were also times I wanted to hold him and love him. Seeing him without his bad boy walls up tore at my heart. I really enjoyed the bad boy in him. It was unbelievably sexy. The softer side of him was just as amazing. He wasn't always an asshole.
I set his camera down next to mine and turned toward him. My whole body felt a chill, and my belly felt like it had butterflies. He didn't move. With his head tilted back and his neck open, I couldn't help but want to touch and taste him. I quietly moved forward and leaned down. My tongue went out and softly licked from the collar of his shirt up his neck. Just as I reached his jaw, his face went down and he grabbed my tongue between his teeth. My eyes widened, as he sucked it into his mouth. He leaned on his elbow and brought his other hand up to the back of my head and kissed me. I couldn't deny the sparks between us and the way he made me feel when he kissed me. I ran my fingers through his hair and was lost in the moment.
He put his arm around me and flipped me onto my back. His legs straddled me, and I moaned when I felt how hard he was beneath his shorts. I lifted my hips and ground against him. He laughed as he hovered over me.
"What is you want, princess?" he asked.
"I want you to show me the real Ethan. The one that takes pictures and rides. The one I met today."
He leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips, as his other hand pulled my shirt upward.
"We can't do this out here," I said.
"Why not?" he asked.
"We're outside. Anyone could catch us," I whispered.
"Not out here. I've come out here hundreds of times. Nobody's going to find us. Are you embarrassed of me?"
I didn't know how to answer him. Of course I wasn't embarrassed by him. I didn't want someone to see us having sex. If I let him think I felt something for him, would he stomp on my heart and rub it in my face? He moved to lift off of me, but I pulled him closer.
"I'm not embarrassed. I just don't want to get caught having sex. Can you imagine what our parents would say?"
"Who cares," he said. "We are both adults. We've known each other longer than our parents have. There's nothing wrong with what we're doing," he said.
I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss. He continued pulling my shirt up before taking my nipple between his fingers. I moaned into his mouth as my back arched into his touch. His fingers were so soft and warm. I reached down between us and slid my hand into the waist of his shorts. He was rock hard in my hand, as I began to stroke him. He rubbed himself hard against me. It felt so good to feel the fresh air on our skin as we kissed.
His hand slid down my belly and into my shorts. I felt his finger enter me and cried out his name. A second finger followed, and I was done. My hips moved against his hand, as he fucked me with his fingers. His kisses remained deep and full of passion. I didn't know how long I was going to last. We were in the grass with flowers and the sound of water around us. I was so lost in him. He continued to thrust his fingers deeper into me. My head went back and my eyes closed.
"Feel it, princess," he said. "Let yourself feel everything."
I continued to move against his hand as I rubbed him. He was so damn hard. I wanted him inside of me.
"Fuck me," I said. "I want you inside of me. I want to feel you. I want to know you."
"Come for me first," he said. "Let it all go. I want to hear my name roll off your tongue. I want the whole world to hear you."
He took my lower lip between his teeth and pulled it. I felt his fingers speed up their amazing torture on my pussy, as his cock ground against my hand.
"Fuck, Ethan," I cried out, as I came around his fingers.
He continued to move them inside of me until I finally relaxed. I shoved his shorts down as he moved his hips to release himself. Then I pushed my own shorts and panties down. He ripped open the packet and covered his beautiful cock.
"Love me," I whispered with my hands in his hair. "Please."
He slowly slid into me one inch at a time. I looked into his eyes and wouldn't let him look away. When he stopped moving, I moved my hips up to meet him until he was buried deep inside of me. He stilled for a moment before continuing. As he moved slowly out and back in, I held him to me.
"There is so much more to you," I said. "Why do you hide it?"
He didn't say a word but continue
d his rhythm.
"You're an amazing man, Ethan," I said. "I hope you know that. You are worth so much. You need to follow your dreams. If photography and riding is what you love, you need to do it. Don't listen to anyone else. You need to be yourself."
He still hadn't said a word. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him into me hard and fast. He pulled out and looked into my eyes as he plunged his cock into me hard. I cried out loudly at the unexpected change. My head fell back, and my eyes closed.
"Open your eyes, princess," he said.
I opened them and looked at him.
"I want to look into your eyes when you come around my cock. I want you to remember who it is that makes you feel this good. I want to hear you call my name. I want to remember this moment with you. I want to remember your eyes and how it feels to be inside of you."
How could he be the same guy, I wondered? What was he doing to me?
I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him. He took my hands in his and held them to the ground above my head as he fucked me. I looked up at him, as his body hovered above me and his muscles tighten and released each time he thrust into me.
"You're so beautiful. The way you look, the way you taste, and the way you fit beneath me perfectly. You were made for me," he said.
"I love you," I whispered before I could stop it.
He stilled for a moment and then thrust into me harder than ever. It was like he needed to mark me or remind me who had been there.
"I want you to feel me all day. When you move, I want you to remember who was buried deep inside of you. You're going to come for me, and you're going to call my name loud. Do you hear me?" he growled.
His walls were up, and the Ethan I knew so well was back. He pulled out and slammed into me over and over. His hand went down between us, and he rubbed my clit. It built up so fast. I couldn't stop it.
"Who makes you feel this good?" he snapped.
"You," I said.
"Who?" he said louder.
"You, fuck, Ethan," I cried loudly.
"What?" he asked, as he thrust into me hard and deep.
"Oh, Ethan," I cried out. "Ethan."
I came around him. He continued fucking me until I felt him still and explode with his own release.
