by Chiah Wilder
“Are your nipples aching?” He smiled devilishly.
She moaned and pushed his hand further down her top until it hit her bra. In two small movements, Jerry pulled and tweaked her nipples, sending a wave of pure pleasure straight to her wet sex. It was exquisite. Nothing like the too-hard pinches the high school boys were famous for. Since she’d been at the university, she’d had a few dates, and the guys who’d groped her while they made out squeezed her breasts like they were sponges. But not Jerry; his touch ignited a fire in her like nothing she’d ever experienced. It was demanding but gentle, and the way he awakened her passion blew her mind.
Wrapping his arms around her, he pushed Kylie until the backs of her legs hit the mattress then eased her down. He kicked off his boots, threw his jacket on the desk chair, and moved on the bed, her legs between his knees. “I want to see your tits.” The slide of his skin against hers as he pulled her crop top over her head made her tremble. He reached behind her and unclasped the hooks on her bra, then glided his hands down her shoulders, his thumbs hooking under the straps. Reclining back on his heels, she heard him suck in his breath and saw his dark gaze devour her exposed breasts. Cupping them, he raised them up and pushed them together.
“Delicious tits. Fuck,” he rasped, then lowered his head until his mouth covered her nipple.
Her body jolted as he tugged her nipple with his teeth, the surge of pure lust hitting her right between her legs. “That feels real good,” she murmured, her hand tangled in his hair. Each time he flicked, sucked, and bit her reddened buds, she pulled harder on his hair and bucked her hips against him.
Jerry ran his hand down to her silken belly and pulled at the zipper on the back of her skirt. “Take it off,” he growled.
Kylie sat up and he pressed her to him as she unzipped her skirt, lifting her butt off the bed while she shimmied out of it. He pushed her back down, but she resisted and slid her hands under his T-shirt, bunching it up as she pulled it off him. She caught her breath at the sight of his sculpted, inked chest. With her fingernail, she traced the dark lines around his colorful tattoos, marveling at how flat and toned his belly was. “God, you’re built.”
He chuckled and pulled her head back by her hair. He gave her a searing kiss, leaving her breathless before he eased her onto her back again. Peppering kisses over her neck, he trailed his tongue down to her breasts and laved attention on them until she was a quivering mess.
“I love playing with your tits.” His hand inched lower until it landed on her thong, and he glided his fingers under the fabric, burying them in her folds. “Fuck, you’re soaking wet, and it’s all for me. Love that, babe.” Jerry stippled her inner thighs with hot kisses as his finger stroked the side of her nub.
Before she could enjoy it, a spasm deep in her pussy quaked and pleasure ripped through her, erupting across every nerve and muscle in her quivering body. Her thighs held his arm like a vise as she panted, waiting for her pulsing body to calm down. He gently pushed her legs apart and kissed her belly. “You must’ve needed it bad, baby.” His chuckle vibrated against her skin. Pushing off the bed, he unzipped and peeled off his jeans and boxers.
Apprehension weaved through her when she saw his hard dick. How would he ever fit that inside her? It was huge. She gulped and noticed he’d taken a condom from the back pocket of his jeans. For a fleeting minute, she wondered if he’d planned on seducing her, or if he always carried a condom in case he spotted someone he wanted to fuck.
The bed bounced a bit as he climbed back on. Tearing open the package, he rolled the sheath over his dick. “I can’t wait anymore, babe. I gotta be inside you.”
He hovered over her and kissed her deeply, the tip of his cock rubbing against her slit. “Do you like it hard and rough?”
Cringing, she avoided his gaze. Could she fake being experienced? His dick was so big she was afraid he’d hurt her.
“Hard and rough it is.”
With trembling hands, she pushed against his chest. “I’ve never done this before,” she said in a barely audible voice.
His eyes widened. “You’re a virgin? Well, I’ll be damned.”
“I want to do it, but I’m scared it’ll hurt.”
Jerry blew out a long breath, the warmth of it fanning over her face. “It may hurt a bit, but I’ll go slow and stretch you. You gotta relax.” He pushed the tip of his cock into her wet slit and placed his hands behind her thighs, bringing her legs closer to her body. “The good thing is you’ve already come, so you’ll be nice and wet. It helps. Just relax, it’ll make it easier for you.”
Jerry pushed his dick in a little more, and Kylie felt herself stretching to accommodate him. “You doing good?” he asked. She nodded and he bent down, kissing her as he pushed deeper. When he was more than halfway in, she moved her hips, pivoting toward him. He gritted his teeth, sweat forming on his hairline.
“What is it? Am I doing something wrong?”
“You’re doing something right. Fuck, babe. Don’t move or I’m gonna lose it.”
“It feels good when I move,” she whispered, arching her back slightly.
Shaking his head, Jerry surged in, and she cried out as a stab of pain seared through her. He lay on top of her, inside her, until it subsided. She ran her fingernails over the back of his shoulders. “You can move now, if you want to,” she said.
“You sure?” He kissed her when she nodded then pushed in and out, his hips moving in quick jerks. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.” After several thrusts, he buried his face in her neck and slammed his cock inside her with such power that it took her breath away. He grunted and collapsed on top of her. For several minutes, they lay together—Jerry spread over her, Kylie with her legs open, holding him close.
Finally, he rolled off and hopped out of bed. “I’ll be right back,” he said as he went into the bathroom. She sat up and scooted over, grimacing as she saw spots of blood on the bedding. Embarrassment washed over her and she jumped up, hoping she could change the sheets before he came back. As she began to strip the bedding, he came behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, flattening her back against him. “You look sexy, jiggling in all the right places.” He nuzzled her neck.
“I just wanted to change the sheets.” She craned her neck to him and kissed him on the chin.
“I brought you a warm washcloth. It’ll help the soreness.”
She blushed. “Thanks.”
After they changed the sheets and Kylie washed up, Jerry drew her to him, tucking her under his arm. “You amaze me, babe.” He kissed the side of her head.
Tracing circles on his chest with her index finger, she asked, “Did I do all right?”
“Oh, yeah.” He tightened his hold on her. “You did awesome.” He tipped her chin up, his gaze capturing hers. “Did you like it?”
She nodded.
“I’m sorry for going so hard at the end. The way you were moving made me fucking lose it.”
“I liked it, and it didn’t hurt so much.” Happiness skated through her. She had made him lose control. Yes!
He kissed her again then closed his eyes, his breathing growing heavy. She knew he’d be asleep soon, but she couldn’t begin to sleep. Her whole body was a circuit of live wires, and she replayed everything he’d done and said to her since he’d first knocked on her door earlier in the day. She was no longer a virgin, and she was thrilled beyond words that Jerry had been her first. Kylie felt like a bursting star, showering glitter on the world.
Best night ever!
Chapter Eleven
Jerry stared at the ceiling tiles, the water from the shower sounding like a rainstorm. He hadn’t heard Kylie wake up. For the first time in a long time, he’d slept deeply through the night. I can’t believe I fucked Kylie. I can’t believe how damn awesome it was. How could he have been so weak? He should’ve kept walking down the hall, but he had to be inside her. She was so sweet, sexy, and soft; how the fuck could he resist her? It would’ve been too much for any man. An
d she’d been a virgin. Jerry groaned aloud. He never figured she’d be a virgin. It kicked ass that he was her first, but it made everything more complicated.
I fucked Banger’s virginal daughter. Shit! He had to get away, chalk it up to being drunk and being too stupid to live. Kylie would understand. She was probably regretting it just as much as he was. It was best to get his ass on his Harley, head back to Pinewood Springs, put all this behind him. They’d both been drinking and things had gone too far. Who the fuck are you kidding? You came to see her with fucking on your mind. You knew exactly what you were doing. But a virgin? Shit!
He rose in one fluid motion and picked up his boxers and jeans from the floor. Finished zipping his pants, he searched for his T-shirt, finding it crumpled under the sheets and blanket of the twin bed he’d shared with Kylie. She was so fantastic, her body soft in all the right places. She’d been so ripe and he had been so turned on that he hadn’t even had the chance to taste her pussy, but he’d get around to that another time.
Wait, what the fuck am I thinking?
There could never be another time. This was an isolated mistake. But damn, it was one of the most exciting and fun mistakes he’d ever made too. Fuck, man. Get a grip.
As he pulled his shirt over his head, the bathroom door opened and steam hit him like a wave. The intoxicating scent of lavender and patchouli teased his nostrils, and he gritted his teeth. Kylie’s warm arms wrapped around his waist as her soft lips kissed the nape of his neck. He tilted his head back and the scent of her hair—fresh and clean—woke up his dick. He spun around and pressed her close to him, loving the way she felt in his arms. She only wore a pale blue towel around her, and his jeans were so damned tight he thought his zipper would burst open. Standing on her tiptoes, she pulled his face toward hers and kissed him softly on the lips, her fingertips skating over the aching bulge in his jeans. Without hesitation, he responded, taking hungry possession. His tongue pillaged the sweetness of her willing mouth.
The only thought reeling through his mind was how wonderful it was to finally hold and kiss Kylie—the woman who’d given him a hard-on for the past three years. He’d never felt such an explosion of emotion with any other woman. Overcome with need, he tore away her towel and ran his hands all over her nakedness. Pushing her down on the bed, he stripped off the clothes he’d just put on after making the resolution to leave and never touch her again. Like a starving man, Jerry feasted on her lips, neck, shoulder, and tits, knowing he could never have his fill of her. He wanted to taste her everywhere, but his desire was too much, so he slipped on a condom, stroked her clit—her wetness coating his fingers—and sank into her, trying desperately to go slow. Her cry that time was from pleasure, and he moved at a calculated pace in and out as he bent down and plundered her mouth. With soft, rhythmic movements, he stroked the side of her hardened nub, and when he swallowed her gasps, he felt her heated wetness clamp around his cock as she climaxed, bucking and panting beneath him. Unable to hold on any longer, his legs tightened and his balls shrank as the pressure released through his dick, his hot seed spilling into the condom.
Burying his face in her neck, he nipped it, loving the softness and the intoxicating scent that was Kylie. He kissed her lips again and chuckled when he saw her large smile, flushed cheeks, and sparkling eyes. She looked the way he felt, and he hugged her close before he rolled onto his side and scooped her to him. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Damn, Kylie. You’re killing me.”
She giggled. “Is that a bad thing?”
Jerry sighed. “Not for me, but it could be for others.”
“Like my dad?”
He nodded.
“Then we’ll have to keep it a secret until the time is right. My dad will come around, you’ll see.” She slid her hand over the stubble on his face. “I like the way your face feels.”
He smiled and caught her fingers in his mouth, nibbling them. Unlike Kylie, he didn’t share in her optimism that Banger would accept him fucking his daughter. Jerry wasn’t a fool, but he also couldn’t keep his hands off her. He should’ve left before she’d come out of the shower, but he didn’t and they were naked in bed again. Staying for the weekend couldn’t hurt, and he didn’t like Kylie being all alone in her dorm, especially since a lot of the students had left. He knew Banger wouldn’t want her by herself under the circumstances. Yeah, that’s a good way to rationalize what you’re doing to Kylie. Fuck, I almost believe my own B.S.
“I love being with you. I knew making love would be good, but I didn’t think it’d be this good.” She kissed his smiling skull tattoo on his bicep. “I’m glad you came to visit me.”
He squeezed her. “I am too.”
She paused. “Are you staying for the weekend?”
I should get my ass on my bike and get the hell outta here. I know that’s the best thing I can do for her, and for Banger. He’s the goddamned president of my brotherhood. I owe him my loyalty. “Yeah, if you want me to.”
Her head bobbed up and down. “I’m so happy.”
And I’m so fuckin’ screwed. “Let’s go for a ride. There’re some cool backroads around here. You ever explore them?”
“No. I’ve wanted to, but they’re not so easy to do with a car. You really want me to ride bitch on your bike?”
“Yeah.”
“You never let women ride bitch.”
“I don’t, but I want you to.” He raised himself onto one elbow and trailed his finger down her arm, smiling when goose bumps popped up. “I gotta wash up. We’ll head out in half an hour.” He dipped his head and kissed her, then pushed up from the bed, gathered his clothes, and padded to the bathroom. Kylie lay on the bed naked, the sunlight streaming in from the window casting a peachy glow on her skin. She was gorgeous. His dick twitched as he closed the door.
* * *
They spent the day laughing, talking, and kissing more than Jerry had ever kissed any woman in a twenty-four-hour period. Everything was perfect, and he decided to let go of his guilt and enjoy the time he had with Kylie because once he returned to Pinewood Springs, he’d have to forget about her. He’d have to fuck her out of his system with the whores and hoodrats. But for the time being, he was having the best time he’d ever had with a woman.
Women to Jerry were there for fucking, giving pleasure to the brothers when they needed it. The concept of having anything with a woman outside sex never occurred to him. Even when he’d made the decision to come to Crested Peak to see Kylie, fucking was the goal. He thought he’d bang her a few times and be back at the club in time for a rowdy Saturday night party. It never entered his mind that he’d have a good time with her beyond screwing. So the fact that he was enjoying her company enormously shocked and scared the shit out of him at the same time.
The Banger problem was always present when it came to her, but the truth was he didn’t want a relationship with any woman, including Kylie. He liked the freedom of fucking different women, and he didn’t want a woman around trying to change him. Women were like that; they acted like they were cool with the way a man was, but then, when the guy got hooked, they’d try and change him. He wasn’t down for that. He also hated women who nagged, and it seemed like all women took that route at some point in a relationship. No, he wanted to stay a free agent without any attachments. And having a good time with Kylie disturbed the hell out of him.
“What are you thinking about? You have such a serious look on your face.” She looped her arms over her bent knee as they sat on the blanket she’d brought. They’d turned off the backroad an hour earlier, stretching out the blanket on the ground to rest before they headed back to Crested Peak.
“Nothing much. Just drifting a bit. I like it here. It’s different sitting here without being in the mountains. I mean, they’re nice in the distance like this, but I’m used to being in them, you know?”
“I do. When I first got here, it was so weird not being surrounded by the mountains. You get used to it. I’m so glad my room faces west, so I can s
ee them every day.” She pulled out a few blades of grass and put them between her teeth, chewing lightly.
“You like it here, huh?”
“I love being at the university. I also love being on my own. I’m so glad my dad let me come here. I was afraid I was never going to leave Pinewood Springs or live on my own.” Her laugh fell on his ears like the tinkle of wind chimes on a summer day.
“It’s good to be on your own. You have to learn how to survive, ‘cause you never know what shit the universe is gonna throw your way.”
She smiled. “You’re too somber. Are you ticklish?”
He frowned. “Nah.”
“Sure?” She inched closer to him, moving her fingers, a sly grin on her face. Reaching out, she dug her fingers into his sides, tickling him.
“Is that how you want it?” He pretended to be perturbed then grabbed her and tickled her stomach and sides, triggering a bout of laughter as she tried to wriggle away from his grasp. She collapsed on the ground, her eyes watery, knees bent. Then he smothered her laughs with his mouth, running his hands over her full breasts. He unzipped his jeans and placed her hand on his throbbing dick. “Hold it hard,” he murmured against her lips.
Kylie curled her fingers around his hardness tentatively then squeezed it gently. “I like it hard, baby,” he whispered in her ear.
“Won’t it hurt?”
He chuckled and hugged her. “Nah. You ever touch a cock?”
“In high school a few times. Having a dad who is president of an outlaw MC doesn’t get a girl many dates, you know?”
“What about in college?”
“No. I haven’t been that interested in anyone here.”
He was panting, his dick aching for relief. “Have you ever given a blowjob?”
“A few times.”
“Wrap your lips around my cock.”
“I don’t know if I’ll do it right.”
“I’ll tell you what I need. Right now, I need my cock in your mouth.”
