by K. J. Dahlen
His fingers foraged higher up her leg, deeper beneath her skirt, but just so far. He did not touch her. But he let her know that was where they were heading. When they pulled into the drive and were inside her door, all bets were off. And so were their clothes. They were stepping and stripping, trying to shed their clothes as quickly as they could while they furiously struggled to remain locked at the lips.
They left a trail of garments to the sofa, which was far as they got. They could not wait as long as it would take to get to the bedroom. Mariah flung herself back onto the generously wide, comfortable sofa and offered herself up to him.
Cody stood in the center of her small living room and regarded her. He wore a faint smile as he checked out her naked body. He was stripped to the waist. His physique was god-like: Not an ounce of fat and ripped to the hilt. His muscles were cut and hard and his body was perfectly proportioned.
He was a tall man so, from Mariah’s vantage point of lying low, and looking up at him, he appeared even larger than he was. The historical Baltimore row house had low ceilings, so the combination made him look like a giant. The image sent her lustful thoughts spiraling. He was like a stallion, powerful and sleek.
Her gaze was glued without apology as she watched her picture-perfect biker unbuckle his dress pants and drop them to the floor. He skimmed off his boxer-briefs to unveil a giant marbled erection.
Reflexively, she parted knees a little wider for him.
It was as though they had to get this part out of the way or they wouldn’t be able to think straight. He joined her on the couch, matching his body up to hers. His hardness nudged the wet folds at the entrance of her body. His rock-hard chest pressed against the plushness of her body. They could not get close enough to each other.
He brushed the hair from her face, stroking her as he gazed at her, smiling. Mariah let her leg drop some. She pressed her foot flatly on the floor and nudged up. She grinded against him, begging to be impaled. “Fuck me,” she pleaded.
He obliged. Cody reached between them and guided himself into her, penetrating her with incredible heat.
They both practically snorted as their breath rushed through their nostrils. The chemistry between them was rare, like a warrior mounting his horse, both in control of each other and both completely out of control. His contact with her overloaded her with electric waves that stunned her. She closed her eyes, trying to keep pace.
He nestled his face into the base of her neck and blissfully tortured her. He found the most sensitive, ticklish collection of nerves on her, and licked and nuzzled until her cries filled the room.
All while pumping her slowly. He moved in and out of her with wicked deliberation. Every single movement counted. He withdrew and then drove into her with a jerk, shocking her erotically. It was sugared and naughty. Mariah thought she was going to pass out.
She was also getting buried by him. He pulled back, bringing her with him until he was on his back and she was riding him. Her foot was on the planked flooring of her living room and she pushed off of it to piston on him.
Mariah gripped the back of the couch and pushed off with her foot, playing with different rhythms. She rocked to and fro, swirling her hips on him.
Her full weight on him, taking him into her as deeply as she could go, took her passion for him up a notch. She was so drenched in arousal that she was practically paralyzed with it. She needed to move, to pump him back and forth, but she was so hot she almost couldn’t.
Cody gripped her hips and took the reins. He lifted her and drove into her powerfully. He rocketed non-stop like a machine. Her curves shook and her breasts bobbed as he drilled. He extended his thumb to press on the place where it most needed to go. The sweet friction of his rough skin there was the perfect touch. Her insides made that unmistakable shift. She knew if this kept up, she was going to come.
He must have to. Her core grew hotter and wetter and she seized up against his hardness randomly until she tumbled, convulsing non-stop endlessly around him. Her body hummed with pleasure as the rush coursed through her. Her nipples were erect. Their tips grazed Cody’s callused palms as he cupped them.
He tweezed the pointed tips, making her squirm harder on him. He was merciless, delighting in her reaction. Mariah’s moans sailed out of her. The pleasure was just about too much to handle. But then it peaked and subsided. When she could think again, she reached around herself and fondled his giant testicles. Cody lurched, electrified by her mischief.
Mariah had him panting. His body rose, and then slammed against the couch, it was so good for him. Now his thrusts were raw and jerking. His climax was upon him. She cocked her hips through the waves of pleasure that overtook him. Guttural cries raked his throat as he took it.
Finally, she slowed to a lazy pace, slamming him inside her with every other move, electrifying him to make his climax absolutely unforgettable. His eyes closed; his face was awash with drunken pleasure. He reached for her and drew her down on him to kiss her.
He wrapped his powerful arms around her. His bulging muscles practically crushed her as his tongue mated with hers. He rubbed her back gently, gliding his broad palms all over her so affectionately. He reached for the throw on the couch and covered them. The moment was so perfect, with her in his arms and so deliciously comfortable. They snuggled on the couch.
“Well, now,” he said with a smile in his voice. “Lady, you are one hell of a firecracker.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said, very pleased with herself.
“I didn’t have much an appetite before, but I think I do now,” he chuckled. “You must be starving, what with all the calories you burned working it.” He pulled her into the crook of his arm and kissed the tip of her nose. “You know how to fuck.” He grinned and winked at her.
Mariah blushed at what he said. She had practically begged him for it and, now, in the afterglow, she realized how incredibly horny she had been… so much for being a classy gal.
He rose, put on his pants, and took the doggie bags in the kitchen. “I’m going to fix us up,” he said. “You stay put.”
“How about I get us some more wine?” she offered.
“You’re forever trying to get me liquored up, aren’t you?” He gave her body a bold up and down stare.
Mariah wrapped herself in the throw, creating a makeshift evening gown with it, and walked over to the fireplace mantle where she kept the wine. “I almost wish it was cold outside. This would be the perfect moment for the fireplace,” she called out to him.
“Do it,” he replied. “Crank up the AC. I’ll chip in on the bill.”
The image of sex in front of the fire was too much to resist. She wanted him again. And again. And again. She turned the dial down as low as it would go and shimmied into the kitchen for the corkscrew.
“How shall we seal the deal?” she asked flirtatiously.
Cody dropped what he doing and dunked his hands underneath the running water in the kitchen sink. Then, in a blur, he bent Mariah back, dipping her romantically. He strummed the valley between her breasts, sending a shiver through her. “I’ve a few ideas on that,” he murmured. His eyes swept the cover wrapping her body. “Nice dress.”
“How long until dinner?” she purred.
“A few minutes.”
“Feed it to me in the bathtub.” She raised an eyebrow, and warmed when his growing erection pressed against her leg.
“Your wish,” he kissed her lazily, “is my command. And a really good idea.”
Mariah rarely used the guest bath but, since it was on the same floor as the kitchen, she pushed opened the bathroom door and drew a bath. She loved the way the shag rug felt against the arches of her feet. She dropped the throw once the water reached the perfect level. She decanted the wine and poured herself a glass. She slid her body into the steaming water and sipped her drink.
After the amazing sex she’d had and how completely relaxed she felt from the ultra- powerful orgasm, the warmth of the water jus
t made her feel content. The world was so right at that moment.
She left the door wide open. The AC had kicked on full blast. The parts of her body out of the cozy tub were actually chilled. Cody appeared with a tray in hand, loaded with their transformed leftovers. He took a seat on the commode, and broke up the sandwiches he’d created into little pieces. “Open, princess,” he commanded.
She took the small bite he offered. It was such a little amount but it was packed with so many flavors. It was like a little work of art.
“What did you do to this? It’s amazing! Maybe you should be cooking for Gertrude's,” she said. “Oh, my goodness.”
“You had some good stuff in the fridge. Pesto, hummus, Dijon,” he said.
“You put all that on this?” she asked.
“Yes, but not all at once. In sections. The end got pesto, the middle got hummus, and the other end Dijon. I couldn’t make up my mind so I did all three.” He popped a morsel into his mouth, and then stole a sip of her wine. “Not bad.”
She had no idea if he was referring to the food or her naked body in the water.
He rose, setting aside their feast. It was like he was a beanstalk and someone had watered him. Again, regarding him from the bathtub, Cody pretty much took up the whole bathroom.
She kept her eyes fixed as he stripped off his pants and stepped into the tub with her. It was an older, oversized tub, but still it was crowded. Mariah sipped her wine once more and set it aside. She sat up straight and leaned forward. She let her knees slip behind her so that she was now on her belly and her face was in his crotch.
Mariah lowered her hot mouth onto his rigid erection. The water was shut off so the level would get no higher, but she could only go so far or her face would be submerged. Her fingers found his balls. Her lips worked his head as she pleasured him below. Cody’s fingers raked through her hair and gripped her skull.
His breath labored through his nose. She knew that he liked what she was doing. He let it go on only so long before he forced her onto her back. He draped her legs over his shoulders, drawing the center of her body closer to his mouth.
Mariah’s body drew up as his tongue penetrated her. It was him, not so much the act. Something about him created a wildly intense response from her that was the stuff of fairy tales. She liked sex, but this was not ordinary. The feel of his tongue inside of her sent her mind and body into turmoil.
Every dart, every in and out of his licking and tasting had her moaning and wailing. Mariah sounded like a ghost, the way her voice bounced off the tile in the bathroom. His lips then trailed up her belly and found the wet points of her breasts. He suckled her hard nipples, making her insides clutch. His lips drew an invisible line down to the heat between her legs, without mercy.
Cody abruptly got of the tub without care to the water he took with him. He offered her his hand, and they found their way back to the living room where, with a touch of a button, the gas fireplace was ablaze.
She had an alpaca rug on the floor before the hearth. The warmth of the rug and heat from the fire felt wonderful on her cool body. The feel of Cody’s hard cock in her hand distracted her from the fire. She wanted the monster inside of her, rocking and forcing her to explode in the release she was begging for.
Cody laid his hands on hers and guided his erection inside her. His hand slid between her legs and began stroking her clit. She moaned at his touch, both inside and out. A bolt of pleasure shot through her and she trembled.
They didn’t speak. No words were needed. It was as if the two of them had known this dance all their lives.
Cody flipped her over so she was on all fours and he was on his knees. He burrowed his thick rod into her pussy and grunted as he worked in and out.
“Fuck me, Cody. Fuck me hard,” she gasped.
“Oh, I’m going to, sweetie.” He rocked his hips fast, hard and furious.
Mariah screamed as she came again, and, as her body tightened and exploded, Cody allowed himself to release. He collapsed on top of her when he was finished and slowly rolled to the side, taking the curve of her body along with him. “I don’t think I’m letting you go,” he murmured sleepily.
She had no intention of arguing.
5
It was a strange experience to wake up in front of a roaring fireplace at the end of June. But that’s what Mariah did. After all the sex, Mariah awoke absolutely stress-free. It was delicious.
Cody’s head sank against her chest and he groaned.
“What?” she asked sympathetically.
“I gotta get up and go to work in the morning.” He nibbled on her bare breast. “I had so much fun, it felt like Saturday night. Not Sunday night.”
“Oh my goodness,” she teased. “Sleeping in is going to be lonely without you.”
“You don’t have a day job?” His head popped up to look at her, his eyes bright and gorgeous, reflecting the fire.
“I know it’s hard to figure how a local singer could buy a house. I did have a day job for a while until…” she hesitated.
He pulled her snugly against him. He was so warm and smooth and hard all at the same time. “Until what? Or do I have to tickle it out of you?” His fingers grazed her rib cage.
“No!” she laughed. “You’ll never have to tickle anything out of me. I cry uncle upfront. You’re gonna laugh. It sounds silly but I won a pot of money on a scratch-off. It was enough for the house. I have the payments low enough so I can just sing, which is what I really like doing.”
“That is wild,” he said. “But it explains the fancy car.”
“That, I bought second-hand. I love the car but the replacement parts are ridiculously expensive. Speaking of, I should have my car back this week. Yay me,” she said, clapping quietly.
“It’s four a.m. you know.” He stirred against her. Mariah could feel him against her thigh. He was hard as a fence post.
“Want to sneak upstairs and try out my bed springs?” Mariah gathered up the throw once more, like a toga, and headed up the stairs to her room. She made it as far as the middle step when she heard the unmistakable sound of fists landing… someone pounding on her front door.
Before she could stop him, Cody threw on his jeans and headed out the back door, obviously planning on surprising the night disturbance.
Mariah multi-tasked; hurrying to her room to throw on clothes and dial 911. She fished for the gun in the drawer of her nightstand and, even though she kept the safety on, she carefully ran downstairs. She spied out the front window. Cody was fighting a Robinson Street biker. She opened the door and shouted, “Freeze! Stop right now!”
They didn’t stop, so she fired a shot into the lawn. That got their attention. She aimed it at the Robinson Street biker.
“Cody, back here with me!” She spoke slowly and deliberately, nearly choking on her rage.
The Robinson Biker scoffed, and it made her blood boil.
“I know...how...to use this,” she said. “I hate Nelson Primeaux so much that killing you right now would feel as good as killing him because he sent you.”
“Mariah!” admonished Cody. He came round beside her and moved behind, wrapping his arms around her, taking the gun from her. Mariah didn’t mind it so much, but she was a great shot and if she had to she could defend herself with a gun. No way was she going to let Primeaux try to frighten her.
Sirens rang out and suddenly the police packed the street, thwarting the attacker’s departure – at least on wheels.
“If I have to have every last one of you arrested, I will!” she shouted at the dumb-ass biker with the bloody nose. She lost it. She broke free of Cody’s hold and squeezed between two police. She slapped the biker hard and went to do it again.
A cop had to physically lift her and move her away. “Stop,” he warned, “or you’re going in the squad car as well.”
She glared at him but managed to calm down slightly. “I’ve a restraining order against a friend of his. This idiot thinks sending other biker thugs to sca
re me is going to work. I’m being harassed by this guy because of Nelson Primeaux,” explained Mariah through gritted teeth
“That may be, but right now all I see is you acting out,” said the police officer.
The Robinson Street biker laughed.
Cody had quietly moved behind her and gripped Mariah’s shoulder to remind her to restrain herself.
“What happened here?” asked the cop.
“I was leaving the lady’s house and I was jumped by this guy,” said Cody.
“Whose gun?” the cop asked suspiciously.
“Mine,” said Mariah boldly.
“Got a permit?” he asked.
“Yes I do,” she said, and then she lied, “This all started when the captain of the Robinson Street bikers and I had an intimate encounter and he couldn’t get it up.”
“What?” asked the Robinson Street biker, pulling a face.
“What?” Cody’s voice carried the same tone.
She couldn’t retract the lie at the moment, because she wanted to ruin Nelson’s reputation. She’d have to explain it later to Cody. “Yep,” she confirmed. “He was all embarrassed and got hostile. He started smashing my flower pots, and slashing the tires of anyone visiting me. He broke my axle the other night. You should check your car,” she told Cody.
“You drove a car?” asked the biker. “Whose bike is that over there?”
The Robinson Street biker drew their attention over to a bike that was all but demolished.
“How the fuck should I know?” said Cody angrily. “Not my bike, not my problem.”
He wouldn’t even look at her. Mariah knew she’d screwed things up because of the limp dick comment, but now was not the time to explain things. Shit! Damn you, Nelson!!
“You might want to look into that,” Cody said to the cop about the motorcycle. “Someone’s going to be upset when they come out and see this mess.”
“Do you want to press charges?” asked the cop.
“Right now, I really want to be at work on time.” There was no hint of the good-natured man who stopped to help her, or of the gentle guy who so passionately loved her the night before.
