by Jessie Cooke
“Thanks. I’m okay.”
“Good.” She was still standing. She looked like she didn’t know if she wanted to run…or settle in for the night. He hated that he wanted it to be the latter when he knew the former would be better for them both.
“You gonna sit?”
She smiled but looked nervous. “I should probably go and let you rest…unless you need something while I’m here?”
“Nah, I’m okay.” He held up his right hand and said, “It’s usable if I need to…pee…or…anything.” Her face flushed, and he said, “You little pervert.”
“Excuse me?” she asked with a laugh.
“You know what you were just thinking. I saw it all over your face. You should be ashamed.”
She giggled. “I was not thinking…that…”
“Oh, really, but you do know what I’m talking about. Suspicious. That, and the fact that your face is bright red.”
She giggled again. “Damn face, always gives me away.” The room fell silent then, uncomfortably so, and Sledge was the first one to break it.
“I’m sorry that I always resort to sex when we talk.” She looked as surprised at his saying it as he was to hear himself say it. But it suddenly dawned on him that she was going out of her way to be nice and maybe he was being a little bit disrespectful. She wasn’t one of the club girls, after all. Unfortunately, those were the women he talked to the most. He had to remind himself that she was more like talking to Blair, or Sabrina, Mack, or Charlie. She probably wasn’t used to men who talked to her about nothing but sex, and she probably thought he didn’t have a brain at all.
“It’s okay,” she said.
“No, it’s really not. Thank you, Daria, for going out of your way to sit here with me yesterday and come by and see if I’m okay today. I know that I’ve been kind of an ass to you, and I’m sorry.”
She looked like she didn’t know what to say, but she sat down. Finally, she said, “You had every right to be an ‘ass,’ as you put it, to me. But thank you for the apology.”
“I didn’t,” he said. “I’m honestly not like that. I never thought about getting revenge or being a dickhead to anyone from my past before. Honestly, I just planned on avoiding all of y’all forever.” She made a face and he said, “That didn’t come out right either.”
“It’s okay, I know what you mean. They say you can never go back, and I wouldn’t want to. But Sledge…Steve…I’d really like it if you could give me a chance to start over with you and do it right this time.”
“Why? I mean, do you feel that guilty about it still?”
She shook her head. “I do, but that’s not why I’m trying so hard. I’ve never tried this hard for anyone or anything. There’s just something about you…there always has been. Back in high school, I was completely infatuated with you. I wanted you to be my first, did you know that?”
“Your first…like…shit, the night of your sister’s wedding?”
“Yeah. I got drunk because I was so nervous, and then I made a fool of myself. I didn’t know how to handle that, so I turned that humiliation on you. I was so mean to you because I was embarrassed that you didn’t want me.”
Sledge sat forward, popping the recliner back in place as he did. “That’s what you thought, that I didn’t want you? Jesus, Daria, have you seen you? You’re fucking gorgeous. My teenage hormones were bouncing off those walls. I wanted you so fucking bad that I went completely out of my comfort zone and showed up at a wedding with three hundred people who knew I didn’t belong. I just wanted to be near you.”
“But you turned me down.”
He rubbed his face with his one good hand. “You were drunk, and I was scared to death. All I could think was that I was going to do something stupid and when you sobered up you were going to freak out…if you remembered. I had to get out of there because I wanted you that badly. If I had let you take off your clothes in front of me that night, it would have been so on.”
She nodded. “I figured out, eventually, just how lucky I was that I’d chosen you that night. Pretty much any other guy would have gone for it…and you’re right, I probably wouldn’t have felt good about it in the morning. But it was never because I didn’t think you were good enough.” She smiled and said, “You can ask my sister…I’ve been trying to pick guys like you ever since.”
He smiled. “Really? That guy you were with at the restaurant didn’t seem much like me.”
She rolled her eyes. “That was a blind date, set up by my sister and her husband. It was awful. He was awful. When I ran into you that night I convinced myself that it was fate…or whatever…and I proceeded to make a fool of myself all over again, chasing you, ten years later. I’m sorry about that.”
Sledge reached his hand out to her. She looked surprised, but she took it. He pulled on her arm and she got up and went to him. He pulled her down into his lap and for a second, he buried his face in her hair. After inhaling it, he let her settle in against his chest and he kicked the recliner back again. “You didn’t make a fool of yourself,” he said. “You had the balls to go after something you wanted. That’s not something I can honestly say about myself.”
She pulled her head up and looked at his face. “I still want you,” she said. Sledge slid his good hand into her silky hair and pressed his lips to hers. He kissed her, sucked on her sweet bottom lip, and their tongues engaged in a sexy dance together. He hated that he couldn’t use both of his hands. There was so much of her that he wanted to touch. He slid that good hand down her side and cupped one of her butt cheeks, pulling her up tighter against him. Then he ran his hand back up and found her zipper. After he pulled it all the way down, he let his hand explore her smooth, warm back. He unhooked her bra while he was there and when it was time to come up for air from the kiss, she sat up and slid the dress and the bra off her arms. The bra fell off onto the floor and the dress was left bunched up at her waist.
Sledge let his fingers trace around her hard nipples and watched her let her head fall back and her lips part. She shuddered and goosebumps covered both of her arms. Sledge dipped his head down and let his tongue come out and trace the same path that his fingers had just left. He rolled the hard nub across his tongue and pulled it in between his lips. He loved hearing her moan and knowing he was the one making her feel so good. He loved looking up at her face and seeing the desire and the ecstasy there. He pulled his face up from her breasts and watched her as his hand slid down her body and his fingers slipped between her legs and he found her wet panties. She sucked in a hard breath and shivered again, even harder when he found the edge of her panties and slipped a finger underneath them. The feeling of her hot, wet flesh caused his cock to throb and his heart to beat wildly. He slid another finger into her panties and parted her lips, exposing her soaked pussy then using his thumb to stimulate it.
“Oh, Jesus,” she whispered, her eyes rolling back in her head. “That feels so good.” Sledge leaned forward, still rubbing her pussy, and put his mouth on her neck. He kissed across it, inhaling her fresh scent. He could feel himself falling as he touched her. It was a weird feeling, one that he hadn’t had with any other woman. But every little touch, every kiss, every breath, was something he could feel in places inside of him that no one had ever touched. This wasn’t just sex. This wasn’t casual. He knew that…but he couldn’t stop. Instead, he pulled his mouth from her neck and his fingers from her pussy and said, “Bedroom.”
Daria didn’t hesitate. She stood and offered him her hand. He took it with his good one and followed her into his small bedroom. Her dress had fallen to the floor and she stepped out of it as she walked. When they were at the edge of the bed, she pushed down her panties. Sledge was still only in his shorts, and they had a huge tent in the front of them. He took them off and as soon as he did, she reached for his aching cock. The feel of both of her hands wrapped around him was almost overstimulating. He felt like explosions were happening at the cellular level inside of his body as she began to stroke him
up and down…with both hands. She dropped down onto the bed, with him standing in front of her and for a few minutes she just rubbed and squeezed his warm, wet cock.
“I want to taste you,” she said. Before he could say “Hell, yeah,” her lips were on the tip of his cock already. She moaned around the thick head and then ran her tongue around it, causing him to moan. She opened her lips a little wider and he pushed forward, letting his shaft slide all the way in until his head brushed against her tonsils. She gripped him tightly with her lips as he pulled back and when the head once again reached her lips, she used her tongue to swirl around it.
“Oh fuck, Daria…fuck, you’re good at that.” Sledge had his hand resting on the back of her head. He couldn’t make a fist, but God, he wanted to. He wanted to grab a handful of that hair and hold her head while she sucked his cock. He settled for resting his hand against her so that whenever she pulled back, but he still wanted more, he pushed her head down and filled up her mouth once more.
At last, he couldn’t take it any longer. He wanted her…so fucking bad. He pulled back and then nudged her down on the bed. “Put your knees up,” he told her. Daria pulled her legs up so that her knees were bent, and Sledge pushed them apart before leaning down, parting her wet lips with his fingers, and running his tongue from her clit all the way down to the top of her ass. He ran it back up, licking the clit hard when he reached it. The next time he slid it down, he found her opening and shoved his tongue in deep. She whimpered and moaned, and he began to move his face back and forth. He stimulated her lips with the stubble on his face as he delved inside of her with his tongue, wiggling it back and forth in time with the way he was rubbing his face against her. She was gasping and moaning and ripping at his hair. He sucked her pussy until she screamed out in a wild orgasm and then without giving her time to recover, he moved his body up hers and let his hard cock find the opening to that sweet, tight pussy. He didn’t even think about a condom until he was all the way inside of her, and he froze. He opened his eyes and looked down at her.
“Condom?” She shook her head back and forth. “You’re sure?”
“I won’t get pregnant. I don’t have any diseases. Fuck me, Sledge.” She didn’t ask him if he had any. He knew he didn’t because he never had sex without a condom. But that level of trust was something he wasn’t used to at all from a woman, and it only added to his excitement that Daria trusted him that completely. He began to move inside of her, reveling in the feel of the walls of her pussy as they clamped down around him. He was sitting straight up so that he didn’t put pressure on his sore arms, but he realized that angle felt amazing and he even arched his back slightly as he drove himself into her. She had her hands on his chest and the faster he plunged in and out of her, the more he felt her fingers digging into him. She slid them down to his stomach and then nearly sent him through the roof when she slid one hand down and wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. She used them to squeeze him slightly and stimulate his balls as he plunged in and out of her. He looked down and the sight of her gripping onto him while his cock slipped in and out of her soaked pussy was almost too much for his heart. He felt like it was going to explode.
He was out of breath, sweating and panting, and she was gasping and her face was flushed and her hair was spread out all over the bed, sexy and disheveled. He almost couldn’t wait to come just so that he could bury his face in her hair again. She moved her free hand around to his ass and gripped him tightly, both with the hand on his ass and the one on his cock. It was like every part of her was touching a part of him and when he looked down at her pretty face, there was a look of reverence there that he’d never seen before…at least not directed at him. He was inside of her deep when he felt the orgasm coming. He couldn’t have held it back if he wanted to. He erupted like a volcano into her pussy. I came inside of Daria…fuck, I came inside of her. He could feel the warmth of both of their body fluids mingle just before they slowly ran out of her and puddled on the mattress underneath them. Sledge rocked back and forth inside of her, making sure that she’d gotten every drop until he was well and truly spent.
He slid off her and to the side, and felt her body snuggle into his, and then he felt the palm of her hand pressed into his chest, right over his racing heart. He looked down at her and with a dreamy-eyed look, she was looking up at him, and at the same time still sliding her hand all over his chest and down to his belly, almost making his cock swell again that quickly. Her touch felt so fucking good…so right…so comfortable. He kissed the side of her face and with a smile on his, he started to fall asleep.
“Sledge?” she whispered.
“Yeah?”
“Do you want me to go?”
“Fuck no.” She put an arm across him, scratching his back lightly with her fingernails and then letting the side of her face press against his chest. He felt her smile and he said, “I walked around with a throbbing crotch for weeks after the night of your sister’s wedding.”
“Really?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, really. I couldn’t stop touching myself either…I didn’t get much of anything else done because I spent so much time locked in my room or the bathroom…thinking about you.”
“Wow, I wish I had known.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.”
“You are?”
“Yeah, I am, because waiting for you was So. Fucking. Worth. It.”
20
Waking up in Sledge’s arms put a smile on Daria’s face. She felt safe and comfortable, and for the first time in a really long time, she felt complete. She finally realized that this entire time, her sister Liza was right. She was looking for something, and she finally felt like she had found it. She looked up and saw that he was awake, and looking down at her. He still had that slightly anxious look in his eyes and it reminded her that she still had to be careful with her heart. She smiled up at him and he smiled back. The smile reached his eyes and she knew that he was at least happy to be there with her. She lifted her hand and ran it across the tattoos on his chest. There were so many of them, their edges running together; the subtle change of color was the only real indicator of where one stopped and the other began.
“Do these all mean something?” she asked.
“Most of them,” he said. “The ones I had done when I was sober, anyway.” She chuckled.
“I thought you weren’t supposed to get a tattoo when you’re drunk.”
Still smiling he said, “Bikers don’t exactly live by the rules.”
“Really?” She laughed. “I would have never guessed.”
She felt his body shake as he laughed silently. He lifted his hand and ran it through her hair and then she felt him dip his head down and inhale it. “I love your hair.”
“Really? I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with it.”
“It’s beautiful. Why would you hate it?”
“It’s too thick, it’s too straight…yada, yada, you know how women are, we’re never satisfied.”
She felt him shake again and then he said, “You sounded pretty satisfied last night.”
She sighed, contentedly. “Yeah, last night, I was definitely satisfied.”
“But this morning?”
She shrugged and then looked up at his face, “It might have worn off…just a little, I’m feeling kind of…”
“Horny?”
She giggled. “I like that, direct and to the point.”
“So, you gonna answer it?”
She put her lips to his chest and then rolled herself over so that she was straddling his legs and her mouth was right above his delicious abs. She bent her head down and kissed him there too. He shivered and taking that as her cue, she brought her tongue out and ran it down the center of his belly and around his belly button, not stopping until she had licked the head of his already hardening cock.
“Jesus, I like the way you answer questions.” She smiled and let her tongue run from the head all the way down the shaft, lightly licking arou
nd the bottom of it and delighting in the way it seemed to stand up at attention, all of its own accord. She ran her tongue back up to the head and opened her lips, taking the tip of him in between them and swirling her tongue around it as she did. She braced a hand on either side of his body and slowly lowered her head, taking him into her mouth a half an inch at a time. Sledge moaned as she did, and she felt his body shudder again. Once she had as much of him as she could take, she began to lift her head up again. Sledge wrapped his good hand up in her hair and gripping tightly, he pushed her face back down, pushing himself into her mouth until she could feel him resting against the back of her throat. He only held her there for a second and then he relaxed his grip and let her go back to what she was doing. She held her weight on one hand then and wrapped the other around his base, tightly, stroking him up and down between her lips and against her tongue. She adjusted her position so that she was only straddling one of his legs. While she bobbed her head up and down on his throbbing erection she began to slowly and gently rock herself into his hard thigh, relieving some of the pressure that was beginning to cause a deep ache between her legs that radiated all the way up into her core.
Sledge let her use his leg to pleasure herself for a while as she used every part of her mouth to pleasure him…as long as he seemed to be able to stand it. She suddenly felt the firm grip of his right hand back in her hair again and he used that grip to pull her off his cock and up to his mouth. Their lips met in a searing, heated, passionate kiss and she rubbed her wet pussy into his belly now, sliding down slowly until she felt the head of his cock pressing into her. She reached down, and he sucked in a hard breath when she wrapped her hand around him and lined him up so that the oozing head of his cock was pressed into the soaking wet opening of her insanely aroused pussy. She raised her head so that she could look into his eyes as she lowered herself down onto him, shivering with pleasure as her pussy stretched and opened up to accommodate him. When she’d taken in as much of him as she possibly could, she felt his hand grip her left butt cheek. He held onto her, squeezing and caressing as she began to move up and down, whimpering and moaning with each thrust. Sledge arched his back so that she could take him in even deeper and she cried out his name, putting both of her hands on his chest and letting her fingers curl into his flesh and her fingernails scratch at it.
