by Xyla Turner
“We’ll see.” He swatted me on the ass. “Finish hanging the clothes, so you can cook me that dinner.”
My insides were all gooey because he remembered the dinner.
Bear actually remembered.
“Yes, sir,” I sang. “What do you want for dinner?”
“Whatever you got,” he answered. “That's what we’re eating. Go.”
I hopped off his lap, grabbed my bottoms, pulled down my shirt and went outside to finish. Which took no time at all because I couldn't wait to cook my peppered-chicken over rice. It was one of my favorites and what I had bought to make for him that fateful night last year.
To my surprise, Bear sat outside and watched me hang up the rest of the clothes. He didn't say anything but when I stole a look at him, his eyes were on me.
When all the clothes were up, I walked over to him and said, “I'm finished.”
Bear nodded, stood and grabbed my hand to walk me into the kitchen. He took the basket of laundry from me and said, “Strip.”
I almost said huh then I remembered he wanted me in the nude when I cooked for him. My fingers slid under the waist band of my shorts and panties and my body shimmied out of them. My shirt, I slowly pulled off, because the goal was to put on a show. A show so good that he’d break his rule and take me.
Bear groaned. I knew he would as I threw the clothes near him and proceeded to gather what I needed to cook dinner. He positioned himself behind me and sat down.
Half way through the meal, after I shook my ass in almost every way possible, I heard a noise and saw that Bear had pulled out his hard cock and was slowly rubbing the head.
A pulse raced through my body, causing my clit to throb. My knees rubbed together to ease the ache and I was no longer paying attention to the food.
“Close your mouth and finish cooking,” he commanded.
“Yes, sir.”
I did what he said but it was killing me not to go over there and stuff his large dick in my mouth.
He wanted to know why I picked him but I swore it was him that called for me. Not outright but there was just something about him that screamed my name.
I simply answered.
4 - Trying to Keep House
BEAR
I wasn't sure how long I could keep from fucking her. The woman was sex on a stick, and even when she wasn't trying to be sexy, she was. This was why her tips were probably high all the fucking time and why Bronx’s membership had increased.
This included me.
Dessy was fixing my plate, pouring the mouthwatering chicken over the white rice. She retrieved a beer and a bottle of wine from the refrigerator.
When she came over and put the food down in front of me, I let her put the plate down, grabbed her hair and pulled her down to her knees.
“Make the ache go away,” I growled and I swear that smile showed all of her pretty, straight, white teeth.
Her bronze skin was coated with a light sheen; be it from cooking or arousal. I didn't quite care except when those thick lips wrapped around my dick, it was all arousal. This wasn't a job for her, she wanted my cock in her mouth.
Holy fuck.
She carefully wrapped both hands around my girth, applied the right amount of pressure near the base and ran her pink tongue over the purple head.
Goddamn.
My hands tightened, gripping Dessy’s hair as I wanted her to work that magic only she could do. Taking me as far as she could, which was rather impressive with her mouth being as small as it was. This time she relaxed her throat and let my head caress it repeatedly.
“That's right,” I moaned. “Take it all.”
Those moans with my dick in her mouth sent me over the edge. I grabbed her hair tighter and pushed in and out faster and faster.
“I'm cumming,” I growled as I watched her wet eyes open and plead for what I knew she wanted.
It wasn't going to happen because we hadn't discussed that yet. My grip tightened and her sneaky tongue massaged the underside of my dick as I pulled out to cum on my hands. Saliva dripped from her mouth as she watched my cum drizzle down my fingers. She slowly stood, grabbed a cloth napkin, and dabbed her face then wiped me clean. When Dessy returned with her plate, I pulled her to me, patted my thigh and commanded, “Sit.”
She obeyed me and I began to feed her. One forkful at a time and morsel by morsel just to savor the moment. No words escaped her mouth as she swallowed every bite, and licked away every scrap of food that was left on her lips. When she finished, I fed myself and drank the beer as she sat on my lap.
“Take a sip of wine,” I lifted the glass to her lips.
Dessy obeyed me and after she finished, I took her mouth in a scorching kiss. Tongue, teeth and desperate sexual tension. Dessy's hands were in my hair, pulling and fisting it with every moan. She went from sitting on my lap to straddling me and moving her sexy ass all over my hardened dick.
“Girl,” I called when I finally pulled back. “Not today.”
She poked out her bottom lip and I nipped it with my teeth.
“Stop,” I said. “Told you there were rules. You already have me breaking them.”
She moaned and circled her hips around my crotch.
God, I wanted her in every way but she had to learn me. If we were even going to play for a while, she had to learn my ways.
When I left, we had plans to meet up at Peppers the next day since she worked. It sounded good in theory but I was fucked. My thoughts went back to the conversation I’d had with Razor, Bronx, and Apollo. How they said I had the look and once a woman, the right one, had their claws in you, you were fucked.
Insecurity was not my thing but when it came to her, I was just that; a fucking fool. I had no business with her and she had no business with me. Watching her bartend and flirt for her next paycheck would be hard and fuck if I didn't realize how hard that shit would be.
At the bar, Bronx and his pregnant lady were in a corner, she was on his lap, talking and kissing their life away. Razor was watching Kylie as she moved throughout the bar, getting shit together for the next segment. Kaitlin, their daughter, must have been with her parents.
Dessy was behind the bar pouring drinks, while the rest of us were drinking. My goal was to sit away from her, which was different than I had been doing all year. She caught my eye twice and smiled but after a while she stopped looking because it got busy.
“See you eyeing Dessy,” Shiz noted. “That yours?”
“Will you put ponytails in my hair too girlfriend?” I mockingly asked with a high voice.
“Oh fuck,” Shiz laughed. “That's hilarious and since you didn't answer my question I'm going with a yes.”
“Fuck off!” I snapped.
He nodded and left.
Nosey ass fuckers.
Always in people's fucking business. This was a motorcycle club, not a sorority.
A few guys came past and when Dessy smiled big at them, they left her good tips. She was a natural. Called them darling, sugar, touched an arm and made them relax. I sat and watched not for the first time. The problem was ever since I tasted her mere essence, everything was different and I was fucking pissed.
“You doing alright, Bear?” Razor asked me as he turned a chair around and faced the table with me behind it.
“Alright,” I responded.
“You seem to be elsewhere this evening,” he noted.
Razor was the president of the Legion of Guardians and the funny thing about that is I belonged to the chapter way before him and had always been a faithful member. Yet, he was the perfect person for the job. I had him in age and probably even experience but he was a good president, no one, even Shark who started his own club and tried to get me to join, could deny what he'd done for the club. Shit, sometimes an old man liked to stay in his old ways, but not only did we progress as a club, but as individuals too. He encouraged us to buy property, helped us acquire things and make investments. Razor always talked about working smarter, not harder and that's how he ran
the club and that shit worked. I felt proud to call him President and not everybody deserved that honor.
“Just thinking about shit,” I answered.
“Some of the shit we already talked about?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
Razor turned around and made a note to nod at Dessy.
“I see,” he said.
I grunted.
“Well, she looks happy,” he noted.
“Hmm,” I murmured.
“Are you?”
That was a good question that I wasn't sure how to answer. For once in my life, I felt uncertain about the unknown.
“She makes me want things I've never thought about before,” I admitted. “Never considered or even fathomed.”
“Scary shit, huh?” Razor nodded, like he understood.
It was likely he did because Kylie Mills was more than a handful and his exposure to her had already changed the determined man.
“Fucking nightmare!”
“If it's right, that nightmare will turn into the best fucking dream you ever had.” He nodded. “If it's right.”
“Yeah,” I replied. “Can't see past the unknown. I’ve lived a long time and if shit gets fucked, I'm fucked. I don't like being fucked and I don't like getting played.”
“Not supposed to see it all.” He looked at me again. “That's part of the process. You've lived a long time so you'll know the signs of someone fucking with you. Nothing has changed with shady shit. They just change faces. You know that. Plus, you’ve watched for over a year now, right? She fucking with anyone else?”
“No,” I answered and was surprised by the fact.
Dessy was hands down a beautiful woman that I knew men were interested in because I’d hear the passing comments. Out of towners always tried to talk to her and even though she was nice enough, she didn’t lead them on. Didn’t take numbers and after that whole thing with Franco and Ren, the woman hadn’t talked to no other man.
“You don't wanna know what I think, but going to share it with ya anyway.” Razor stood up and turned to Dessy. “Take the ride, Bear. It may be one of the best decisions you make.”
His eyes landed on me and he smiled, “Think you're already enjoying it more than you want to admit. That's good brother. It's sweet.”
My mind wandered back to the night with her in my lap, pouting for me to take her to bed, taking me in her mouth and crawling for me.
Fuck, it was sweet.
I nodded to him and Razor turned to leave, grabbed Kylie from the back and kissed her before he went to the back. The look on her face as he kept walking reminded me of the look on Dessy’s face.
Smitten.
Around two in the morning, Dessy was just getting off work. There were still a few people hanging around, but at two, they closed the bar. She had her bag in her hand and was about to walk out, when she turned to see me moving toward her.
“Hey, you.” She smiled. “You didn't come to the bar once.”
“Never said I would,” I replied.
Her face fell slightly then I held out my hand and said, “Let's go.”
She didn't move but I grabbed her hand and informed her, “I'm driving you home.”
“I have the car.”
“Leave the car,” I commanded.
She was about to say something but stopped.
“Let's go,” I repeated.
She raised her hand and followed me out to my bike. When we came to her house, the entire place smelled like beef stew.
“Did you cook before you left?”
“Sort of,” she answered. “I had the crock pot going.”
She moved into the kitchen, cut off the huge pot that was plugged into the wall and stirred the mixture.
“Are you having an event? Why cook so much if it's just you?” I asked, once I grabbed a beer from the refrigerator.
She put the lid back on it and said, “Well, it was for you. I figured you don't cook often, so having some food already cooked would be helpful to you.” She looked up at me. “I made some chicken marsala and spaghetti as well. The containers are in the refrigerator.”
Holy shit.
What did I do to deserve that?
“You trying to keep house?” I asked.
“No, Bear,” she sighed. “Just looking out for you.”
Why?
I wanted to ask her why but now I could care less. I wanted to claim her. Wanted her to be mine, consequences be damned.
My hand pushed Dessy’s hair behind her ear, then I wrapped my hand around her neck to feel the pulse. Her nose was high and eyes low as I nipped her lips and moved us against the wall.
“How much do you want it?”
“Want what?” she asked.
“Me.”
“Desperately,” her voice turned husky. “My pussy gets wet thinking of you. My nipples are hard when you enter the room. My clit throbs when you're in my presence and I start perspiring when you touch me in any way. It's like I'm getting a fever and overheating but it's only for you Bear. No one does that for me, except you.”
Fuck it all to hell.
A growl escaped, while I bent down and threw her over my shoulder.
I made my way up the stairs and asked, “Which room?”
“Second one on the left.” She pointed.
Going through the door, I barely saw the structures in the room but my only goal was the bed. Dessy laughed when I tossed her on the mattress. As I was pulling her shorts off, she ripped her tank top from her body. Then I discarded my cut and shirt before I could reach for my bottoms. Dessy beat me to it, as her fingers struggled with my belt buckle and once she got it, it seemed like she was trying to shred my pants.
“I'm clean, been tested and haven't fucked anyone in almost three years,” I said as my knee hit the bed.
“Yes,” she said as she moved back on the bed. “I'm clean, on the pill and haven't been with anyone in almost two years.”
“You've been in Manor for two years, right?”
“Yup,” she nodded.
“You haven't...but you tried...” I cut myself off.
Dessy spread her legs open, displaying her glistening snatch, that little pearl, then she smiled and said, “Yup.”
Fuck me.
When Dessy first started hanging around she approached me first and I turned her away. Later she was talking to Franco and Ren at the same time. It was the getting to know each other stage, which was blown out of proportion so everybody had mixed messages. That meant when she first got here her sights were set on me and had been the entire time. Even after I blew her off a year ago.
She was wet and I was feeling all sorts of shit I hadn't expected, so I lined my dick up to her waiting cunt and waited for those lips to cover me. One push and she yelped. Another push, she wrapped her arms around my neck. Another one, I entered her and the last push brought me completely home. Those legs immediately wrapped around my back and I started to fuck her until her moans and cries were muffled in my neck.
“Bear, fuck me,” she sang. “Yes, just like that.”
My groans and grunts had increased as she tightened around me, causing her to bite my neck.
Twice.
Her pussy was so tight and vanilla or not, she was matching every stroke.
When I felt close, I stopped and rose.
“Turn over on your stomach,” I growled.
She quickly turned over and put her ass in the air. My hand came down on it and she wiggled it more. Pulling up behind her, I lined my dick up again and pushed inside my own personal heaven. My hand wrapped lightly around Dessy’s throat as I lifted her so my chest was connected to her back.
“How does that feel?”
“So goddamn good!” She breathed through her loud moans.
“Tell me what you feel?” I bit her ear.
“I feel your fingers caressing the veins in my neck. Your long, thick cock stroking the walls of my wet pussy and your hard, hairy chest against my back. Your lips on my ears an
d teeth biting my neck. Fucking me hard, fast and rough.”
I moved faster inside of her.
“Where do you want it?” I asked.
“Wherever you want it?” she replied and that was when the surge came down my spine, straight to my dick and I came right inside of her hot snatch.
“Fuck, girl,” I breathed. “You know how to make a man cum fast.”
She chuckled, then said, “You know how to make a girl scream loud. I'll take it.”
“So will I.”
My body hit her bed hard as I came down like a sack of potatoes. She wouldn't get a spring chicken and I hoped to God that wasn't what she was looking for.
When I turned to see where she went, a head full of hair covered my crotch area. Her hot tongue was moving around, licking and cleaning me up. Then she used a wet cloth for the mess in my pubic hair.
Yup, I wasn't sure what I did to land a woman like Dessy, but I planned to hold on to her.
THE NEXT MORNING, I woke up to an empty bed with a note.
Bear,
I had to work the early shift at RIGOR, so I'm sorry I missed you this morning. Shay drove me to work but your breakfast is in the oven, coffee is in the pot and lunch is in the brown bag in the refrigerator.
Have a good day.
I'm feeling perfect this morning. Thanks to you!!!
Dessy
My head turned to see the purple bed set, lilac pillow case and the teddy bear that lounged on her side of the bed.
Then I asked out loud, “How the fuck did I get here?”
Not here, as in her place but at this place in life. I had not ever imagined my life like this; in this situation, doing the relationship shit.
The fucked-up part, I wasn't letting that shit go.
“BEAR, WHAT THE FUCK you been up to?” Carol asked.
“Nothing, sis. Living,” I responded. “How about you?”
“I’m sick of the same shit every fucking day. Betty and Frank done moved to Virginia and I’m all alone out here. You know?” I could tell she was smoking. “Was thinking of moving to Manor and hanging out with my little brother. At least stay near my last living relative.”
“That so?” I asked.
