by A. J. Wynter
He walked onstage and replaced her guitar with his body and the din of the crowd faded into white noise. His lips felt comforting and familiar, and at that moment she knew that she would do anything to keep him in her life forever.
Back at the little cabin their kisses had been the perfect combination of tender and aggressive until he pressed his strong hand into her inner thigh and his fingers practically ripped the crotch out of her jean shorts. The sudden change in pace startled her and she froze. She didn’t know what to expect when it came to sex, but she didn’t expect it to feel rough. She felt him sense her trepidation and he slid her shorts back to their proper place. He replaced his urgent and aggressive groping with slow and passionate kisses, and Olivia started to relax back into the feather pillows. She felt comforted, knowing that he knew exactly what she was thinking.
He looked her in the eyes and told her that he loved her and that he would wait for her. Olivia knew that she wanted him. Not tomorrow, or the day after. She wanted him now. She trembled, knowing that she was about to lose her virginity to this biker.
“I’ve never been more ready,” she said. She slid to the edge of the bed and stood up, undoing her strappy heels. He gazed at her from the little bed, reclining on his side with his arm crooked under his head. She pulled her top off and let it drop lightly onto the handmade rag rug. Her pink nipples pressed hard against the fabric of her bra. She reached around and undid the clasp, and added the bra to the pile of clothes on the floor. She stepped forward so that she was between Blaine’s legs, and leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest hair. She kissed him between his pecs while she undid his belt buckle and unzipped his jeans. He lifted his hips off the mattress and helped her to ease his pants down over his muscular ass. She pulled them off slowly, running her hands down his legs as she slid them down. Goosebumps formed on his legs and she blushed when she noticed how the weight and strength of his member strained the fabric of his boxer briefs. Blaine leaned forward, reached his arms around her ass, and pulled her close to him. He kissed her belly as he cupped her breasts with his hands. He pulled her in close and pressed his cheek to her chest. He held her tightly and Olivia ran her fingers through his hair. He pulled back to look up into her eyes and took one of her light pink nipples between his lips and flicked it lightly with his tongue. Olivia arched her head back and moaned quietly.
Blaine undid the button and zipper on her jean shorts and ran his hands over her round pert ass as he pulled them down. Olivia stepped out of her shorts and stood before Blaine in her white cotton panties. She wished that she had bought something sexier, and for a brief moment, felt self conscious in her little girl underwear. That uncertainty faded immediately when he smiled and kissed the front of her panties. Olivia could feel his warm breath through the cotton fabric, and she shuddered as the tingling between her legs grew in intensity.
He stood and held onto her hips as his lips met hers. He ran his hands up each side of her body and grasped her cheeks between his hands and kissed her more urgently. Olivia felt the hardness of his cock as it pressed against her stomach and delighted in the fact that it would soon be inside of her. She had imagined this moment since their first kiss in the barn, but in her imagination, she had been nervous; here, in the dim light of the log cabin, everything felt so right. She didn’t question anything, she surrendered and let her lust for Blaine take over, just like she had let the music take over her body earlier.
Blaine pulled away from her lips and gazed into her eyes, his hands still on her face.
“You’re beautiful.”
“Maddie did my makeup,” Olivia said in an attempt to deflect the compliment.
“I’m not talking about your makeup. You don’t need anything on this face.” He kissed each of her eyelids, then cheeks, before pressing his soft lips to hers.
Olivia was at home in his arms, and felt a single tear of joy fall down her cheek. She smiled at Blaine and he kissed the tear off her cheek. He turned from her and lit a small candle on the nightstand. The warm light flickered and the red in his beard glinted in the candlelight.
Olivia slid her fingers along the waistband of his boxers. He stood up as she drew them down his legs. She looked up at him as she knelt on the floor at his feet. He looked like a Grecian god, naked and erect in the candlelight. She held onto his thighs and took his manhood between her lips. She kissed his huge tip and heard him breathe in sharply. She didn’t overthink things and let her instinct take over. She slowly licked the long shaft of his cock from the bottom to the top and then took as much of him as she could into her mouth.
“Oh, Liv,” Blaine moaned. “That feels so good.”
With his words of encouragement Olivia grasped his round ass and proceeded to press his member into her mouth until he filled her throat. Then she pulled back and exposed his pulsing cock to the cool cabin air and then plunged him back into her mouth. Blaine wrapped his fingers into her hair and groaned loudly. Hearing his moans of pleasure turned Olivia on even more. She felt the wetness in her panties and growled and moaned as she sucked on him.
Blaine pulled back and his cock slid from her lips. He lifted her up by her underarms, into the air until her toes grazed the rug. Then he lowered her slowly to meet his face. He kissed her and then gently set her down on the bed. He pulled down her panties and stroked her sex. Olivia shivered with his touch. Blaine kissed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, first on her right leg and then her left. The sensation of his lips on her thighs made her shiver, and the tickle of his beard made her giggle. Blaine smiled up at her and then kissed her warmth. Olivia gasped in pleasure, and then allowed herself to relax. She turned her head to the side and moaned as he took her in his mouth. The warm sensation of his tongue on her clit made her spread her legs wider, involuntarily, and she gave him full access to her womanhood. Blaine slid his finger into her warmth and teased her clit with his tongue.
Olivia’s eyes opened wide as she felt the sensation of her first orgasm forming between her legs. She gripped the sheets and moaned as the sensation grew. Blaine slid a second finger inside her and starting thrusting a little faster as he sucked and teased her with his mouth.
“Oh, god. Blaine. Oh, oh, oh,” Olivia moaned as the tingly and warming sensation between her legs grew. She arched her back and began grinding her hips into his face as the sensation overtook her. She screamed as her first orgasm coursed through her body. The warm wave started between her legs, rushed through her abdomen, and then spread to her arms and all the way down to her toes.
She trembled and tried to catch her breath as Blaine kissed her thighs. He kissed her womanhood again and she flinched, sensitive and recovering from the intensity of her orgasm.
“Did you like that sweetheart?” Blaine asked as he kissed up her body.
“Mmmmmm,” Olivia murmured. She couldn’t speak. She stretched her arms up above her head and felt her body relax in a way it never had before.
“That was amazing,” Olivia managed to murmur.
“Was that your first?” Blaine asked.
“Mmmmmm. Yes. Every part of me is yours, Blaine,” Olivia said. She smiled and kissed him. “I’m ready,” she whispered into his ear.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Fuck me Blaine,” she said, in her best attempt to sound sexy.
“How about I make love to you?” Blaine smiled at her.
“Make love to me Blaine,” Olivia whispered, arching back. Her orgasm had subsided and she wanted to feel him inside her.
Blaine kissed her neck and reached down to guide his cock to her opening. Olivia felt the warmth of his tip and shivered with anticipation. She wondered what it would feel like when he pressed into her, but he didn’t. He let his cock sit at her opening, kissing her, until she had to beg him for it.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she whispered in his ear and arched her back, pressing against his cock. He gently slid into Olivia’s tightness. She could tell that he was going as slowly as he could
. She breathed in deeply as she felt him gently stretch her out. She was wet and was surprised that it didn’t hurt, it just felt a little uncomfortable. He pulled out and slid back into her a second time, just as tenderly. She breathed out and relaxed. The sensation of him slipping in and out of her, slowly stretching her out with his girth, felt incredible. She balled up the sheets in her hands and pulled them around his waist. He started to rock in and out of her faster and she could hear his breath rasping against her ear. She kissed his neck and moaned with pleasure.
“Are you okay beautiful?” he asked breathlessly.
“You feel so good,” she murmured.
Blaine smiled and pressed up on his hands. “Do you want it harder?”
“Yes,” Olivia said, and then gasped as Blaine thrust into her hard.
“Oh god Blaine,” she said and wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her ankles together. His massive shaft rubbed against her in just the right spot and she felt the sensation of another orgasm building deep within her. She started grinding her hips against Blaine, listening to the commands of her own body. He followed her rhythm and soon they were writhing, grinding, thrusting and kissing, in the candlelight.
Olivia heard Blaine’s breaths coming faster, and his moans and grunts grew in intensity. Suddenly he pulled out of her. Olivia looked at him questioningly, but didn’t say anything. Blaine slid off the bed and rummaged around in his bag. He pulled out a condom, ripped the foil packet open, and unrolled the condom over his cock.
He pulled Olivia toward him by the ankles, flipped her over and pulled her ass to him. He stood beside the bed and slid his cock into her from behind. He reached his hand around to stroke her as he thrust into her, quickly resuming his previous rhythm. Olivia noticed that it wasn’t as warm with the condom, but still loved the feeling of him inside her. She arched her back, leaned her head down and pressed her cheek into the feather pillow. Blaine thrusted and played with her. She moaned in time with him and when her second orgasm took her she screamed out. As she shuddered with her climax, she felt Blaine pick up the speed of his thrusting, his grip on her hips became vice-like, his strong hands pulling her to him, their bodies slapping together.
“Oh, God. Olivia. MMMM. Oh, fuck. Oh. Fuck. Yea,” Blaine said as he arched his head back and pressed his hips to hers. He held her ass tightly to his body as he came. He collapsed on top of her and kissed the back of her neck. He threaded his fingers through hers and pulled her arms in tightly underneath her body. He felt like a warm bear, keeping her safe and protected, cuddled up on top of her.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR – BLAINE
As dawn broke, and the sun’s first rays started burning the fog off the river, Blaine woke and smelled Olivia’s scent before he opened his eyes. He reached his arms around her naked body and pulled her in close to him. Olivia stirred and clutched his hands to her chest. Blaine cupped one of her breasts and kissed her neck. They fell back asleep as big spoon, little spoon, until they were awoken by a banging on the clapboard cabin door.
“What the fuck?” Blaine murmured.
The person was persistent and banged on the door again. “Fuck Off!” Blaine yelled.
To Blaine’s surprise the door opened and he squinted into the sun at Zeb’s silhouette.
“Jesus Christ Zeb.” Blaine sat up in the bed. He tucked the soft plaid sheet around Olivia and reached for his boxer shorts.
“I’ve got to talk to you.”
“Hold on a minute,” Blaine sighed.
“It’s ok. Stay right there. Your old lady needs to hear this too.” Zeb scraped a wooden chair noisily across the floor and plunked himself down.
Olivia pulled the sheets up over her shoulders to her chin.
“I love you like a son,” Zeb started.
This caught Blaine’s attention; Zeb never sounded sentimental.
“Things are getting pretty hot around here and the last thing that I need right now is to bury your dead body. It’s getting tougher losing my brothers.”
“I know how to take care of myself, and I love the MC more than anything,” Blaine murmured. “Well, almost anything.” He squeezed Olivia’s thigh through the sheet.
“I know that you do, and I’ve been trying to figure out a way to get you away from the heat and still represent the MC.”
“Oh, really?” Blaine said. “Don’t you think that’s a decision that I should make myself?”
“It is. I’ve got an opportunity for you. I strongly suggest that you consider it.” Zeb leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees.
“And, what is this opportunity?”
“Have you heard of Cull the Unfaithful?”
“The band?” Blaine asked. “Yeah, real heavy stuff.”
“Well, they were here yesterday and were blown away by your old lady. They’re taking their band in a new direction and want to meet with Olivia to see if she’d consider joining them.”
“Me?” Olivia gasped.
“Unless Blaine’s fucking some other guitar virtuoso that I don’t know about.”
“Hey,” Blaine said. “Easy now.”
“Just joking with her. If she’s going to hang out with us, she needs to get some thicker skin.”
“I’ve never heard of them,” Olivia whispered.
“Really?” Blaine said. “They’re a big deal. Like stadium gig big deal.”
“Yeah, it’s the big time,” Zeb said. “She’d be crazy not to do it.”
“She’s right here in the room, Zeb. You can speak directly to her.”
Zeb turned his gaze to Olivia and her unkempt just fucked hair, “You’d be crazy not to do it.”
“I…I’d have to think about it.”
“Well, don’t think too long about it. They’re leaving at noon and they want to meet up with you before they go.”
“What time is it now?” Olivia asked.
Zeb pulled out his phone, “It’s 10:45, so you better get a move on. And with these guys, it’s ok to look and smell like you’ve been fucking all night.”
Olivia blushed. Blaine turned to her. “At least talk to them.”
Zeb stood up and interrupted their conversation, “I’ve gotta go. If you want to talk to them, get to the barn before noon. Oh, and I almost forgot, they’ve got an opening in their security detail and the job’s yours if you want it. You two are a package deal.” Zeb turned and left the cabin, the antique latch clicking behind him.
“I’m going to do it.” Olivia swung her legs out of the bed and she patted the sheets down, frantically looking for her panties.
Blaine reached out and grabbed Olivia by the wrist. “Wait, there’s something I need to tell you.”
Olivia stopped pawing through the rumpled covers and stared at Blaine, “What is it?”
Blaine pulled an envelope out of his duffel bag and handed it to Olivia. She took it and he noticed that her hands were trembling.
“Open it,” he said.
Olivia opened the envelope and pulled out the recommendation letter for the selection committee. She looked up at Blaine, her eyes wide, “How did you get this?”
“It doesn’t matter. Liv. If you audition I know that you’ll get in. Isn’t this what you’ve always dreamed of?”
“It is…It was…” Olivia’s voice petered out. “If I go on tour with this band then you and I can be together. If I go to the city to play for the orchestra, what happens to…us?”
“Olivia. I love you, but I don’t want to be the reason that you don’t follow your dreams. Look, everything you’ve been working toward is literally in the palm of your hand. I’m a dirty biker. I always have been, and I always will be. Sometimes I think that I would like to leave the MC, but I know that I never will. You are too good to be pulled down by someone like me. You need to go to the city, play in the orchestra, meet a nice good man, and live happily ever after.”
“Blaine. I love you.” Olivia’s heart was in her throat and her heart was thumping in her chest, “But, that’s not what
I want for my life any more.”
“Don’t let me ruin your life, sweetheart.”
Blaine slid off the bed, found Olivia’s white panties and tossed them to her.
“I have to go and organize the cleanup crew. You’re going to go to that audition. Don’t meet with that band.”
“Don’t meet with them? Is that an order?” Olivia asked incredulously.
“Yeah. That’s a fucking order.” Blaine pulled his jeans and t-shirt on and leaned onto the bed to kiss Olivia, but she turned her head.
“Fine. If that’s the way that you’re going to be.” He shrugged. He pulled his hair into a ponytail, grabbed his hat and stormed out of the cabin, leaving Olivia in the bed, teary eyed, clutching the rumpled letter in her hands.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE – OLIVIA
6 months later
She could hear the crowd cheering and chanting ‘encore!’. Olivia took a swig of water and shook out her hands. She followed the guys back onto the stage and sidled into her chair behind her cello. She blinked as the lights went up and smiled as the crowd erupted into a deafening scream. She listened for her cue as the bassist slapped out the rhythmic heart beat intro to Cull the Unfaithful’s biggest hit, Breaking Down. She felt the bass in her chest, drew her bow back and eased into their new trademark haunting sound. The band’s popularity had exploded since Olivia joined it; their new sound setting the band’s music apart from all the other metal bands.
When she first joined the band, she played the electric guitar and loved it. She travelled with her cello and when Johnny, the lead singer, heard her practicing, insisted that she incorporate her sound with theirs. Only then did the decision to forego her orchestra audition and join Cull the Unfaithful feel like truly the right decision.
