With more ease than she had imagined, he barely broke stride as he pulled off his boots and slipped from each leather chap side. He came at her with increasing speed and serious determination in his worldly green eyes.
“Meep!” she squeaked, and she ran for her bedroom door.
She almost made it, and in fact, she thought she would because she didn’t hear him behind her, but he caught her up, spun her around, and pulled her t-shirt up her back as she spun. It was quite the maneuver, she decided, and one she wasn’t going to get out of without being mostly nude.
“Shit,” she hissed, but again, instead of retreating and accepting the lost, while she was still bent down, t-shirt tented up and tangled around her arm pits, she attacked.
She grabbed, pulled, and then yanked, unclasping his belt buckle. She almost had it completely undone before he stepped backward, twisted his hips, and yanked up her t-shirt, twisting it around her face so she couldn’t see and tangling her arms, until they were tied up, pinned, and lifted straight up over her head.
Then his hand pressed her against the wall, and he suckled her breast with no hesitation, and certainly no foul.
“Oooo, let me go!” she squealed, and began to squirm around, trying to get out of this helpless, tied up position she had gotten herself into.
She thought he was about to let her go, but instead he pulled her down and hard while stepping quickly into her room with her bent over and running to keep up. Then his hand grabbed hold of her panties, and with two quick jerks he tore them from her body.
“Hey!” she screeched.
“Hey yourself,” he replied, and then with a spinning twist he tossed her onto her bed while removing the t-shirt from her.
She rolled onto the bed panting, then got up on hands and knees to face him.
“Fine,” she said with challenging eyes. “You win, but next time, you had better watch yourself. I’ll be ready for you.” She smirked. “Now, come get your prize.”
He looked her over, very closely, and she wasn’t used to being examined quite the way he took her in. Then he finished with his belt and removed his pants to display a seriously aroused cock, hard and thick.
When he came forward to the bed, she moved quickly to meet him. After all, he had won the tussle and she wasn’t a poor sport. The thrill of meeting his lips and then having him explore her tongue with his own was very sensuous. Her body responded in ways she hadn’t felt for a very long time. His hands on her were deft. His caresses rubbed her down, setting her on fire from deep mutuality. She moaned and slowly danced with her hips and breasts, pressing herself against him with growing passion. She pulled him into her, running her hands through his hair, his thick black mane of hair.
“You’re lucky I didn’t have my knife,” she teased with a low, playful murmur.
“No, you’re lucky, because you might have won, and then you wouldn’t get this,” he said, pushing her back. She landed with a bounce on the mattress.
She laughed and was going to get back up when he grabbed her ankles and pulled her ass back to the edge of the bed, where he knelt on one knee and, without preamble, dove his tongue into her pussy.
She groaned with released need. “Oh, shit, yes.”
With those worldly eyes of his, she would have expected him to be good at this, but she wasn’t quite prepared for what really good cunnilingus skills would do to her.
He moved from inciting her lips and vulva to ravaging her clitoris, and back to her lips and vulva, with perfect timing. His abandonment of her clitoris didn’t feel like a tease because her arousal level continued to grow toward climax no matter what he did, it seemed.
His timing was bewitching. Just as part of her would express a desire to be stimulated with that amazing tongue of his, his tongue was there, stimulating it, and just as another part of her lips would begin to feel that sucking would now be the thing to do, before the spark was a real desire, his lips were there, sucking and pulling in just the right way.
“Oh shit, that is good,” she moaned, rubbing her hands through her hair and cupping her breasts with pure lust and growing need.
Then she discovered the man had magic hands. He inserted two fingers into her, working them past the knuckles, spreading her open, and fucking her all in concert with his mouth, which was now inciting her clitoris to rise and become harder than she ever recalled it being.
“Fuck!” she gasped as his fingers begin stroking into her with a rhythm that had her hips and ass squeezing and rising, twisting and yearning, only seconds after his entry.
“Sweet mercy,” she panted as she felt a rising, unexpectedly swift, luscious and beautiful orgasm.
Her back arched, pressing her shoulders and head into the mattress while lifting her breasts higher to the air as she pulled and milked her nipples with her long-fingered hands.
“God, what you are doing to me,” she groaned with a low urging voice. “Please don’t stop. Oh please, please, please don’t stop.”
That luscious and beautiful orgasm building up inside of her suddenly twisted and churned her hips. Electric spasms of heat and fire set off inside her thighs and ass and gripped her abs. The orgasm then rose up, like a wave from a calm sea, and kept rising inside of her.
“Oh shit!” she cried, and her hands left her breasts to grasp and pull at the bed sheets.
Higher it rose, and the agony of needful release rose with it. Leo’s fingers were fucking her hard now, and her hips pumped and gripped and squeezed at him, but now the agony of pre-climax was much more than she felt she could stand. She began to buck her hips, trying to break his rhythm and let her down a little. Leo responded by putting his other arm around her thigh, across her hips, and then clamping her down on the mattress with such force, the thrill of it was sucked up into her rising climax, plunging it higher.
“Oh shit, fuck, god damn it!” she cursed as she thrashed and clawed. Her hips still bucked but didn’t rise. Leo’s arm was simply too strong for her to budge.
She clawed and gripped and pulled at that arm, and then at his head between her thighs. She clamped her thighs together and tried twisting, but Leo proved too strong for that as well.
“Please Leo! Oh fucking please! Make me come! Fuck! Please! Shit, please! Please Leo!” she begged, because it had to be him, right? It had to be! Orgasms never went this far without climaxing, and the sudden intense rushes of agony washing through her were so fucking forceful. And she couldn’t get him off her so she could rub herself off! And he wouldn’t push her to the next step, and she was coming undone!
Then Leo did something with his tongue and bore down on her clit so hard, she thought for a moment it might pop off. Just go, Pop!
The wave curled, and for a brief moment she thought with pure clarity, “What have I done?”
The climax rolled her. Her screams came from the bottom of her lungs, and the release of agony was a blissful anguish which writhed and convulsed her for what seemed several minutes.
Her hair was drenched, as was her creamy white skin, with layers of sweat from excursions she was still unsure she was capable of.
He stood up from her, and she lay panting and gasping, biting her knuckle in her mouth, seeking the clarity of pain through this madness of lust. Looking up at him, he looked no less a road god now than when he had walked in the door of the club only a few hours ago.
She pulled herself together enough to defiantly say, “I don’t care how good you are at that, I’ll never lose to you on purpose.”
“Wouldn’t be a victory if you did, and I certainly wouldn’t reward such underhanded tactics.”
“Just so we understand each other,” she told him.
He nodded, and agreed, “Just so.”
Casually, and in a proprietary and familiar way, he lifted her legs up on his shoulders, and then cupped her ass and lifted her up to his cock.
“Wait,” she pleaded as she realize what he was about to do. “I’m so fucking excited down there, Leo! Wait! Stop! Let me
suck you off! Shit, I’ll get a girlfriend to help me suck you off! No! Leo?! Wait!” she begged, and pleaded, and offered, and then she groaned out a deep, primal scream and writhed as he pressed into her pussy what had to be the thickest cock she ever experienced before.
The sensation was violently intense, and her orgasm rose up and climbed so quickly she thrashed and rolled her head from side to side, struggling to get some kind of control.
Bev had never been with a man who could pull off this position. She wasn’t exactly a tiny girl. She was a full woman. She considered herself fairly strong, too. But Leo had her ass, and he was fucking her with deep, driving thrusts which drove her wild. And there was nothing she could do about it. Her ass was at least a foot off the bed! She couldn’t reach him with her hands, or get enough leverage to pull away from him. Until he let go, she was his to fuck as he pleased, which was an interesting and tantalizing thrill which pushed her orgasm to greater heights.
The climaxes came fast this time, and Leo’s rhythm continued to increase in speed. Through her inarticulate screams and clawing, he continued to fuck her harder and faster. His grip on her ass was deep and solid. Her arms stretched out wildly in all directions, searching for a grip or a hold or an edge to help pull herself off him. She found nothing, which only increased her panic as climax after climax ravaged the muscles of her abs with convulsions and tectonic shock-waves.
She couldn’t beg; she had no ability to use language. She could only growl and pant and roll her head from side to side as she pressed it into the mattress and wildly searched for something to hold onto with flaying arms.
When he came, she was near exhaustion. He hammered into her, and her body climaxed with him, more in celebration for the ending of the ravishment than for any lust she had left. She was very deeply satisfied and certainly well fucked.
He collapsed on the bed beside her, and then rolled onto his back to look at her ceiling with passive interest. Afterglow was already rising inside her, filling her with hot, golden energy.
She rolled up next to him, and said, “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For not taking you seriously enough,” she said, and licked at his nipple. “A man like you should always be taken very seriously.”
“Forgiven,” he murmured.
“Want a beer? Water? More pussy?” she asked.
“All three before the night is through,” he told her, “but for now, a beer would be great.”
Chapter Six
Their next session was much more loving, but just as deeply satisfying for Beverly. Leo seemed to be pleased with their togetherness as well. Afterward, they talked until well past midnight. They decided to go out to the coast and up to Oceanside together. Tomorrow was Saturday, and Beverly reasoned that she could bring her travel laptop and get some work done if they decided to rent a little beach hut for the day, like Leo was suggesting.
“I got enough for that,” he said. He nodded while she looked up at him from his chest, which she simply couldn’t get enough of. The man was very nicely muscled, and after having felt the blessings and power of those muscles twice, she really wanted to know much more about them. For the first time in her life, she had a glimpse into what men really got out of looking at and fondling breasts, because she was seriously into looking and fondling his chest for the whole evening.
“I’ve got money,” she said. “I can go half.”
“Never said you didn’t or couldn’t. Is it going to be an issue, though?”
“An issue? You mean will I get to feeling like you don’t see me as an equal if I don’t pay my own way? I hope you never see me as an equal then, and always pay my way.” She smiled, but then she lifted up and looked him in the eye.“Not treating me with respect, though, that’s a whole different thing. I’ll leave you hanging if you start treating me like a second-class citizen, or tell me to service your bros, or any other childish fantasy crap. Is that going to be an issue?”
“No, Bev,” he said without hesitation. “That will never be an issue. I’m sure we’ll find plenty of things to have down-and-dirty battles over, and I even look forward to them with the preview you gave me today, but that, that will never, not once, be one of those things.”
She stretched up and kissed his lips. “Then you can pay all you want. Just let me know if I can help out to make it easier, because all I really care about is spending some time with you.”
She woke him up in the morning and sucked him off before getting coffee started. He staggered out into the living room after her. “So, with game time over, I can get dressed now?”
“Thought we’d take a shower together first. My shower is definitely large enough. It was built for handicap use. In fact, this whole house was redone for handicap use. That’s why the doorways are so wide and there are hand rails around the place.”
He eyed the stove. “And all the knobs are across the front, so you aren’t reaching over flames from your wheelchair.”
She looked at the stove, having never put that together before, but she nodded. “It is a brand new stove. I’ll bet that’s exactly the reason.”
They showered and then dressed for riding. He said their first stop was his place for fresh socks, and she nodded with a grin.
The trail down to his place from the main road was merely a break in the barbed wire fence line, and then a dirt track. The track led down to a small stand of trees, and then went for about two hundred feet up to the porch of a small white house with blue trim and a red shingled roof. It was cute, nearly as cute as hers. Nearly. It did have a great porch that was three steps up from the ground, which had a screen door and was sealed up with light insect netting all the way around. There was a chair sitting out there, a comfortable cloth-stuffed rocker, which looked like it got used almost daily.
“Want a line of coke?” he asked as he went through the front door and headed for his bedroom.
She followed as far as the living area, which was definitely all male. Rural country living all male, no less. Shot guns were racked up on one wall. The head of a coyote and the skin of one were tacked up as well. Stained and varnished wood slates covered the walls of the living room while white paint seemed to be everywhere else.
“Wouldn’t turn one down,” she said.
“Do you prefer crystal?”
“No, coke is good. I’m not fond of the comedown on crystal and it makes me horny as hell. So unless you would enjoy watching me masturbate like a monkey for several hours at a time, I’ll take the coke.”
He came back down the hallway. “Wow, that’s a tough one. Do you make chimp sounds, and the whole bit? That could be real entertainment.” He smiled.
She tossed one of the loose couch pillows at him. “No, and it’s not pretty.”
“Ah, well, then we’ll go with coke and get out of here. We should probably get some things to eat and drink in Lakeside. Fruit and stuff? At the farmers’ market?”
“Sounds good.”
At Lakeside, they shopped at the farmers’ market, picking out things to munch on in their beach cottage. Leo seemed distracted, and she tried to find what was annoying him, but she didn’t spot anything unusual around.
“You alright?” she asked. “The low growling noise your eyebrows are making is a little distracting.”
He gave her a quirky smile. “Interesting description.”
“I make a living reading interesting descriptions. Part of the package, I’m afraid.”
He stopped and searched her eyes, and then said, “This isn’t exactly planned, this thing between you and me, and if it was planned, I would crucify the planner, because it’s horrible planning.”
“Ok, what’s up?” she asked.
“There are things going on right now that you can’t know about. I can’t even curb your curiosity about them. I can’t even tell you why. So, if I say I can’t explain, I really, honestly, can’t explain. But someday, in like the next six weeks or so, I’ll tell you everything, if we make it tha
t far. Otherwise, maybe we should just stop now and try to hook back up in six weeks, when I don’t have all of this crap going on.”
“I don’t like option B, so I’m going with option A,” she said.
“Alright then. So with all that in mind, I need to make a phone call. It would be better if you found some good grapes for us, and maybe a couple of bottles of wine,” he suggested.
“In other words, don’t listen in. Gotcha. Come find me when we can get out of here and back on the road. Will this be a regular event this weekend?”
“No, and that’s why I need to make the phone call now — so it won’t be,” he told her.
Accepting that, she left him heading for the grape display, wondering who was following them.
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