by Jessie Cooke
He laughed nervously. “More? I have brain damage?”
She smiled sweetly and said, “The jury is still out. Put it on.”
He slipped on the helmet as she put on hers and then effortlessly slid onto the sleek bike. Gunner slid on behind her. He’d never been on the back of a bike, much less behind a woman. He didn’t have a problem riding behind her, he just wasn’t sure where to put his hands. As he was pondering that she fired up the bike and the rumble of it shot through his boots and all the way up his spine. He loved the vibration of the motor between his legs. Even more so, he loved having Tamara between them.
“You can touch me,” she said over her shoulder, “unless you want to fall off.” Gunner didn’t have to be told twice to touch her. He slid his arms around her middle, letting his hands press into the t-shirt that covered her hard, flat stomach. He had to will himself not to slide them up and touch her breasts. He’d been looking at them for a week now, thinking how they were the perfect size to fit into his big hands. He imagined her rock-hard nipples pressing into his palms and shuddered. “You scared?” she said, then laughed.
He laughed too. “Not yet.”
She put the bike in gear and pulled out of the driveway. The night air was warm but he’d been cooped up in the house for so long it felt like a caress on his skin. He inhaled and got a lungful of fresh air, mixed with a delicate coconut scent that came from Tamara’s hair. He closed his eyes for a second and imagined burying his face in it. He was reveling in that when he realized his erection was growing, and in a few seconds she’d be able to feel it poking her in the back. Not wanting her to think he was a complete pervert, he wiggled his hips to adjust himself so his crotch wasn’t touching her back. As he did that, his hands slid up and were almost cupping the bottoms of her breasts. He didn’t know if it would be more obvious to move them or leave them there. Tamara didn’t say anything and she didn’t look at his hands, so he just kept them there.
She accelerated as they turned off her residential street and onto a gravel path that led alongside the Medina River. The reflection of the moon off the water was beautiful and the sounds of the rushing water only made things seem more romantic. Gunner closed his eyes again and imagined her pulling over to the side of the riverbank and taking off her clothes. He opened his eyes when he felt her open up the throttle and he smiled…laughed at himself, really. Romantic? Where are you getting this crap? When he wanted a woman he just told her so, and nine times out of ten he got her. There was no romance involved. He’d never been on a date in his life. He didn’t take girls on picnics or to movies or pick flowers for them. In his life, girls were a means to an end. He always treated them well, but once he got what he wanted, which was always sex, he was finished and ready to move on. He had to ask himself, why was this one so different? Was it because she’d been nursing him? Was it because she was Randall Covey’s daughter? He chuckled; that was probably it.
Tamara was pushing about seventy miles per hour on a dark country road now. He let his hands slide down and grip the tops of her thighs. It gave him a better hold so he didn’t fly off the bike, but it didn’t do anything to help the ache in his groin. When she started to slow down, he let his mind go back to the fantasy that she’d brought him out here to seduce him, but she dashed those hopes as she turned the bike around and headed back for her house. When they pulled into Tamara’s driveway, Gunner got off the bike while she opened the garage door and parked it inside. He watched her get off and his mouth watered as he looked at her perfect body. She didn’t have huge breasts and her hips were a little wide, but the whole picture was fascinating to him and he was aching to see more.
“So, what did you think?”
He pulled off his helmet. “That was fun, thanks.”
“No problem, just don’t snitch on me that I let you go out after I told them you weren’t ready for church.” She went over to hang her helmet on a hook on the wall and Gunner took his over as well. Their bodies brushed up against each other and Gunner almost came in his pants. He reminded himself again that she wasn’t just any girl. She wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of girl, or at least he didn’t think so, and she was Randall Covey’s daughter. He’d done a lot of stupid things in his life, but fucking the daughter of the VP of the Head Hunters might just take the cake. What he needed was a cold shower.
“I’m going to grab a bottle of water.” She nodded at him as she picked up the tarp to cover the bike. It was obvious, as she concentrated on what she was doing and ignored him as he went into the house, that she wasn’t feeling the same thing he was. Gunner opened the refrigerator and took a bottle of water out. With the door still open, he downed it in almost one big gulp and then leaned his head into the top of the refrigerator. He just stood there for a few seconds, trying to cool himself off. “She’s killing me,” he whispered, just as he heard the door open and shut behind him. He was hoping he hadn’t said it out loud, or at least loud enough for her to hear, but when he turned and looked at Tamara’s face he knew that he had.
She stared at him for a few seconds and then a slow sexy smile spread across her face. “I’m killing you, huh?”
“What? Oh, you thought I was talking about you…” Tamara stepped up so close to him that they were almost chest to chest and she said:
“If not me, who then?”
“Fuck.” He reached down and pulled her chin up. With his lips hovering just above hers and his breaths coming in harsh ragged gasps, he said, “Fuck,” again. He had no idea what else to say. She really was killing him.
Tamara pushed up on her toes until their lips met. Gunner closed his eyes and tasted her, softly at first, but the kiss quickly turned passionate and they licked, sucked, and bit at each other’s lips. She brought her hands up and tangled her fingers in his dreads, and he had his cupped underneath the sexy round cheeks of her ass. She kissed him with a raw passion that he felt in every fiber of his body. She moaned into his mouth and he pulled her in closer, letting his hands travel up her back to the sides of her breasts. He slid his mouth down the side of her jaw until he found her neck and he began to suck and lick there. She tasted so good, he wanted to taste every part of her, and he’d already forgotten that he was tasting forbidden fruit.
He let his hands slide down again and this time he used them to lift her up off the floor. She put her legs around his waist and he turned so that her back was against the wall. He kissed down the front of her neck and dipped his face underneath her blouse. He could feel the swell of her breasts over the top of her bra against his lips. He kissed and licked and sucked the smooth flesh there until she let go of his hair and reached down and pushed the shirt up. He sat her down on her feet and pulled it off over her head, unfastening her bra with one hand at the same time as he did. His breath caught in his throat when he saw her. He knew she was going to be beautiful naked, but he’d had no idea just how gorgeous she was.
“Fuck,” he said, again. Tamara smiled up at him and said:
“Maybe we should take this to the bedroom.”
Gunner realized again what he was doing. Looking toward the front door that had acted as a revolving one for Head Hunters over the past week he said, “Are they going to kill me?”
She took his hand and led him toward the bedroom. With a mischievous little laugh, she said, “Only if they catch us.”
14
Tamara led the way to the bedroom and once they were there she closed and locked the door behind them, reminding Gunner once again what he was getting himself into. He ignored the annoying warning voices and walked her backwards over to the bed. He nudged her back onto it and then lowered himself down on top of her. He rested his head and held most of his weight off her on one arm as the other hand explored her gorgeous flesh. He greedily grabbed at her breasts, massaging and kneading them and pressing his calloused palms into her nipples. Her nipples were hard as rocks and his hand running across them only seemed to make them harder. He lowered his mouth down to one and while he licked an
d sucked and bit at the large beautiful peak, he used his fingers to twist, pinch, and tweak the other.
She was arching her back off the bed, pressing into him while using her hands to push his face harder into her chest. “Fuck,” he breathed out when he came up for air. “You want to do this, right?”
Tamara chuckled slightly. “At this point if you don’t follow through I might just kill you.”
He laughed. “Good to know. If we get caught I can say I was under duress.”
“You scared, Blue-Eyes?”
“Not yet.” He pushed up off her reluctantly, and removed his shirt. He started to lower himself back down, and she said:
“Pants too.”
Gunner grinned and while he was kicking off his boots and unbuttoning his pants, Tamara was pushing her jeans down over her shapely sexy hips. She kicked them off and while Gunner watched with hungry eyes, she pulled off her little panties and tossed them aside too. She was perfect, and his cock throbbed in his shorts as proof of that. He slipped them off and a feeling of pride ran through him thanks to the look on her face. She looked like she wanted to devour him as badly as he wanted her.
He lay back down next to her and as soon as he hit the bed, she was on him. She kissed his chest. It was still sore in places but he didn’t care. He’d gladly endure any pain that came along with the pleasure of having her lips on his body. She licked around the outside of his nipples and then wrapped her sexy lips around one of them and gave it a tug. Gunner had never had his nipples stimulated before and it was hot, especially when she used her teeth to scrape along the side of it. He let out a moan and she switched sides, stimulating the other one and making his cock throb harder. He let his hand drift down her smooth belly and find the outside of her wet lips. He felt her shiver into him as he ran a finger from the top of her slit to the bottom and back up again. She moaned and squirmed each time he grazed her swollen clit and finally, as if she couldn’t take it any longer, she used one of her hands to press his into her hard nub. He began to rub it in circles and she lifted her hips up off the bed and ground her pelvis into his big hand.
While he played with her sopping-wet pussy he leaned down and took one of her nipples back between his teeth. He bit down on it and she let out a deep groan. He slid a finger inside of her while he sucked on the nipple and tugged it with his teeth. She was thrashing on the bed, writhing underneath his touch and mumbling things incoherently. Gunner reached up with his free hand and grabbed a fistful of her hair. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He smiled. “You like it a little rough, baby?” Breathless and glistening with sweat she nodded. Gunner pulled her head up by the hair and attached his lips to her neck. He sucked hard while he continued to penetrate her with his fingers. The slick soft walls of her pussy were beginning to convulse around his fingers and he knew she was about to come. He pushed them in faster and harder and deeper until she brought her whole body up off the bed and let out what sounded like a rebel yell as he felt the warm rush of her orgasm flow down his fingers and all over his hand. He continued to move his hand slowly and gently while she whimpered and shook. When she’d finished quivering he slipped them out. That was hot, but now he needed to be inside her.
He brought his hand up to his mouth and tasted her sweet juices and then he asked, “You have a condom?” She nodded wearily and started to get up but Gunner had quickly changed gears. As soon as he’d tasted her sweetness on his fingers, he pushed her back down on the bed and lowered his face between her thighs. He started out by kissing her pussy and letting his lips skim gently across her swollen clit as he did.
“Fuck, Gunner, you’re killing me.”
He chuckled into her flesh. “That was my line.” She didn’t say anything else. She put her hands on his head and pushed his face into her pussy. Gunner smiled into her warm wet flesh before letting his tongue snake up inside of her. She moaned as he flicked his tongue in and out, and sucked her hard clit into his mouth, biting down on it. She arched up high off the bed again and he used one hand to push her back down and hold her there while he attacked her throbbing pussy with his lips, teeth, and tongue until her body began to convulse and she screamed out and pulled his hair while she came for the second time. This time when she found her voice she said, “In the middle dresser drawer. Hurry.”
Gunner slipped out of the bed and went over to the dresser. He found a few condoms and before he made it back over to the bed, he ripped one open and slid it over his hot throbbing cock. Tamara scooted back on the bed so that her head was close to the top and spread her legs. Gunner loved that she was so ready for him. He got up on the bed on his knees and took his pulsing erection into his hand. He slipped it up and down along her sopping-wet pussy a few times and then plunged it into her. His head almost exploded when the tight walls of her pussy enveloped him. It was like he’d been trying on gloves his whole life and just finally found one that fit. She looked up into his eyes as he thrust into her and pulled back, not slowly, but not fast enough that he’d come too soon. It felt so good he wanted it to last all night. She was clutching onto his arms and digging into his flesh with her fingers. She brought her hips up to meet his each time he thrust down, and they fell into a sexy rhythm, the whole time never breaking eye contact. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced in his life.
He leaned down while he rocked into her and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. He let his tongue slide back and forth across it a few times before biting down and causing her to cry out. She tightened her grip on his waist with her thighs and pulled him in harder. He began to move faster, thrusting harder each time. Tamara moved her hands up to his hair and tangled her fingers up in the long messy strands. The only sounds in the bedroom were the rhythmic smacking of flesh as their bodies met with each thrust, and both of them gasping and panting for air.
Gunner reached underneath one of her thighs and pulled it up, resting it on his shoulder. She lifted the other one up and put it in the same position. Then she moved her hands down and gripped onto the cheeks of his tight ass and held on while he drilled into her, until his whole body began to tense up and he felt his balls tighten and release the most earth-shattering orgasm he could ever recall having. He rocked into her over and over until he was worried the condom would spill over, and then reluctantly he pulled out and collapsed onto the bed. His body hurt all over. He felt like he’d been in another fight, but it was the sweetest pain he’d ever felt in his life. If it had been a fight, Tamara would have taken the title and Gunner was ready to go at least three more rounds with the champ.
Gunner woke up in a daze. He was getting used to it. Between being in a strange place and all the pain meds Tamara had been giving him the past couple of weeks, that was how he woke up every morning. But this morning there was something different. His body ached, but it also felt heavy, weighted down. His arm was asleep and his chest was pressing into something soft and smooth. There was something tickling his face too. He opened his eyes to a cloud of light brown hair and realized he was still in bed with Tamara. One of his arms was underneath her—that was the one that was asleep—and she was holding onto it. She had her back to him and her smooth skin was pressed into his and her round butt was pressed into his morning wood. He realized the hand at the end of the arm draped over her body was holding onto one of her breasts and he gave it a little squeeze. She stirred in her sleep and he got more hair in his face. He closed his eyes and inhaled it. He loved the way it smelled like coconuts and felt like silk.
“Hey,” he whispered. “I’m not sure what time it is, but we fell asleep.”
Tamara groaned and lifted her head to look at the clock on the nightstand. “Fuck, it’s six in the morning.”
“I didn’t hear them come back. Maybe they stayed at the clubhouse?”
She groaned again and turned over on her back. Even with hair all over and sleep marks on her face she was gorgeous. Gunner’s cock surged again as soon as he got a look at her. “Yeah,” she said, clearing her thro
at. “They probably did, thank goodness. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
He smiled. “What are you sorry for? It’s your bed. I’m sorry I’ve put you out of it for over a week.”
She rolled over into him and cuddled against his chest. He felt her lips against his skin. It was a sweet, intimate thing…something that he wasn’t used to, but he liked it. It was warm and she felt so good in his arms. He felt safe right up until the moment he heard the front door slam. Fuck! Tamara jumped out of the bed like a shot and ran for the dresser. Gunner got up a little slower since he was stiff and sore all over and his cock was still sticking straight out like a flagpole. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on his shorts and jeans while watching her shuffle through the dresser for a few minutes before finally pulling out a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. She put her finger to her lips and as he pulled on his jeans she slipped out the door. Gunner went over and put his ear to the door, feeling like a teenager who got caught fucking his girlfriend in her parents’ bed.
“Hey, what are you doing up so early?” It was Tamara’s brother, Tommy. Gunner thought that figured. If any one of them could take him down in a fight, it would be that big SOB.
“I was giving Gunner some medication. I woke up and heard him moaning.”
“Oh, okay. Can I crash here for a while?”
“Yeah, I guess. What’s wrong with your room at the clubhouse?”
“Nothing, but after church I went to the Rusty Nail and I hooked up with this…”
“I don’t want to hear about it.”
Tommy laughed. “Okay, I’ll jump to the end of the story. She lives up the road and her husband gets off work at six.”
Gunner smiled and shook his head. He thought he heard Tamara sigh. “One of these days you’re going to be found shot to death in a married woman’s bed.”
He chuckled again and said, “Trust me, little sister. if it was a married woman like the one I had last night, it might just be worth it. You got anything to drink?” Gunner heard one of the stools in the kitchen being slid across the tile floor.
