by K. S. Adkins
Biting the cord of her neck I growl into her skin, “Love it, don’t fucking stop.”
She doesn’t stop. She undresses me quickly to get back to touching me and once I am fully naked, it is the look on her face that has me sweating. “What?” I ask her.
“You’re a warrior,” she says, kissing my chest. “My warrior and you are so beautiful.”
“I’m not a warrior anymore,” I tell her as I take her top off.
“Of course you are,” she says taking her bra off. “You don’t just stop being a warrior. It’s who you are. It’s who I---”
“You still uh---”
“Love you?” she asks quietly. “I’ll always love you, Loyal. I can’t turn it off.”
“Even if I---”
“Yes, even if you can’t love me back.”
“You need to know I want to, I just don’t know---”
“Lie on your back,” she orders me. “Let me show you how loving someone should feel.”
Once I’m prone, she removes her bottoms and I fight the urge to touch her there. “Do it,” she says, reading my mind. Reaching for her she straddles me and when I lean up, I see her parted for me in welcome. Touching her softly, her head falls back and she lets out the sweetest moan. Bringing her head back our eyes meet and she gives me a wicked smile. Taking me in her hand, she secures me in an ironclad grip that has my eye crossing. Working her faster, she moans and tightens her legs then tightens her grip.
“Fuck,” I groan, watching her jerk me off. “Harder,” I order her.
“Patience,” she whispers, releasing me. I want to roar at the loss and jerk myself off now that all the blood is rushing back to my dick and it’s hard as a steel. Backing away she runs her nails down my legs and my dick twitches in response.
“Now I’m going to show you what my loving you feels like.”
Licking her lips once, she braces her hands on either side of my hips and opens her mouth wide and holy shit! Sucking me with purpose, I fist her hair and lock my knees in an effort not to buck her off the couch. I feel her tongue slide up my shaft to keep it wet, then she sucks the tip with ends with a nibble.
“Gonna come,” I warn her.
“Mhmm, no you’re not,” she says, cupping my balls. I want to tell her that I am, in fact, about to come and if she doesn’t move she’ll be wearing it but, she takes one nut into her mouth and moves it around, and it is all I can do to remember what fucking year it is.
Torture. Pure fucking perfect torture. When she finishes with a pop I am so hard and desperate I almost throw her to the floor, but she grabs the base of my cock and before I can groan, she impales herself on it. That’s when she gets serious. Rocking her hips back and forth, she takes my hands and places them on her hips. Following her lead I move her when she comes forward and push when she wants to move back. “Deep,” was all I can think. I am in there deep and I’m not freaking out.
“Brace your feet on the cushions and thrust up,” she moans. “Use my hips as leverage to fuck me.”
“I want to fuck you hard, Rion,” I growl, trying to prepare her for it.
“Last time I checked, fucking meant hard, Loyal.”
“I---”
Slamming herself back down, my back tightens as does my grip. “I’m sorry did that sound like asking? I wasn’t. You like orders, right? Kind of made a career out of it, that was you, right?” Leaning down to my mouth she licks my bottom lip and bites hard. “Hard baby,” she moans into my mouth. “The harder the better.”
Bracing my feet, raising my ass and steeling my grip, I pound upward while she slams downward. The harder I fuck her, the harder she fucks me back. In the back of my mind I can’t believe it’s happening, that she’s taking it and fucking loving it. When she starts to talk dirty, the need to bend her over claims me. But should I? After everything I said? Rion wasn’t a whore, she was perfect, but I want control of her. Bending her over was a way to be in control that I’ve never been granted before, but I need to do it more than I need to breathe.
“Keep giving me that cock, Loyal,” she moans, gripping my shoulders and digging her nails in. “So deep!” she cries out while throwing her head back.
Grabbing her face I look her in the eyes. “Let me bend you over,” I beg her, “take you from behind.”
When she stills, I know I’d just fucked myself. But when she smiles and says, “I thought you’d never ask.” For the first time in my life, I had an idea of what real love was.
It was her.
‘Sex is emotion in motion.’
~Mae West
Like I’d say no to that? The vulnerability, the want, the need to possess was all there for me to see and I need it as much as he does. But he needed to ask for it and he did. With massive strength he flips me like a rag doll over the back of the couch. Using my arms as anchors, I lift my ass in the air showing him it’s his for the taking. When he doesn’t make a play, I start to worry this was too much too fast. Looking over my shoulder it was the expression on his face that allowed me to breathe.
He was in awe.
Not that my ass was grade A as far as asses go, it was because he was doing something he never thought he’d do and until now he hadn’t realized how much he wanted to do it. “Mine,” he growls, parting me with both hands. I don’t say anything, I just watch him. Okay so I am watching him and his cock because that thing wants back in badly. It is twitching and straining to get back to me and I love it. No man has ever wanted me this badly or can leave me speechless like this one can. “What is this on your ass?” he asks, rubbing my cheek.
“What is what on my ass?” I ask, craning to see what has his attention.
“This dimple,” he pauses. “Or dimples?”
“Christ,” I moan dropping my face into the pillow.
“I like it,” he says, rubbing both cheeks now.
“You like cellulite?” I offer with a bit of attitude.
“If that’s what this is, then yeah, I do.”
Using his fingers to poke at it I lose it. “Oh my god, stop poking at it and fuck me already!”
“You’re embarrassed. Why?”
“You are staring at the cellulite on my ass, Loyal, of course I’m embarrassed.” I snap at him.
Not one to be outdone he digs his fingers in and pulls me back toward him. “My dick could split you in two I’m so fucking primed right now. You’re embarrassed for no reason. This ass and everything on it is fucking hot, woman. You’re perfect so get the hell over being embarrassed and get back down on your knees.”
“Well when you put it that way, fine.” I mumble, assuming the positions and hoping he stopped staring.
“Hard?” he asks me, taking himself in hand and getting in position behind me.
“Is there any other way? Give me all you’ve got, warrior.” I dare him and then the breath died in my throat when he did.
Once he slides in, I hold on for dear life. Burying my face into the cushion to muffle my screaming, it isn’t until he pulls my hair back hard, that I hear what he was saying. “Want to hear you scream,” he growls, spanking my ass. In return I push back into him letting him hear it and have it. “Louder,” he says, spanking me again, still pulling my hair. Look, there’s getting fucked then there is getting fucked. This was the latter.
When his breathing starts to deepen, he releases me in favor of my hips again. Semi sitting up I reach my arms behind me to hold onto his neck. Bouncing tits, my leg flab rippling and cellulite on my ass, I have never felt so free as I do right now.
“Perfect,” he says, gripping me harder “Need to unload inside you,” he moans into my ear then bites down.
“Give it to me!” I scream loud, real fucking loud.
“Gonna give it all to you, woman.”
Now normally ‘woman’ wouldn’t do it for me, but when he says it? Blast off! Feeling it happen I let it take me and watch and listen as it takes him too. Just before he comes hard he roars, “My woman!” and I came again just becaus
e I could.
Minutes later I find myself on his chest with my hands linked with his. I don’t want to move, I don’t want this to end, but mostly I don’t want him to regret it. But I should have given the man more credit, because when he says quietly, “You must love me a lot.” I wish he understood how much.
‘Men are liars. We'll lie about lying if we have to.’
~Tim Allen
Exhausted, I leave her to sleep on the couch while I call Rio. He needs to know what went down with this new letter and reading it to him got me worked up all over again with no outlet. He was growling, I was growling even louder. We both wanted to hide her away somewhere but she was right, I couldn’t take her away from what she loved and she wasn’t a quitter. Which meant for her to continue working, I’d have to be more diligent. With this letter I realized no matter where I took her there was a chance she could be found. Whoever this is finds her far too easily for my peace of mind. This was his territory, not mine. I was at a disadvantage. Before hanging up I told him to look into fire power. No way was I going to be weaponless for this shit.
Rion has two hand guns of her own, good for her but not enough for me. To protect her I want as many weapons as my money can buy. Just looking over at her even just briefly makes my heart race. When I look at her I see possibility. Like she said, second chances. She gave me a home, a job and her heart.
Without her, I’d be homeless, jobless and fucking clueless.
Trying to be quiet, I set about making us something to eat. It’s a miracle she even remembers to feed herself the way she works and the fact that not only is she grieving her dad, she’s had her whole world turned upside down. Remembering what it felt like to let go inside of her, take her the way I truly wanted to, had me getting hard again. She was amazing, she loved me and I loved our time together.
“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” she asks, wrapping her arms around me. I smile down at her because her arms only make it half way around me but she does it anyway.
“Grilled chicken salad,” I tell her, kissing her nose. “That work?”
“That works,” she says going for the dishes.
“I got it,” I tell her, pushing her into the chair wanting her to rest. “When’d you learn how to shoot?”
“I was seven and told Senior I was sick of playing with toy guns, that I wanted the real deal,” she laughs. “He said, ‘you sure about that Junior?’ And of course I was, I was seven. I knew everything.”
“Then what happened?”
“He took me for a drive about an hour from here and grabbed a rifle out of his truck and told me what it did, what to expect and to use the sight.”
“Did you?”
“Actually no,” she giggles. “I target shoot, drove him nuts.”
“Who taught you to fight?”
“Oh that’s Rio’s fault, he doesn’t fight fair either. He is a mean son of a bitch.”
“You two never---”
“Oh god no! He looks at me like a sister,” she says, squishing up her face. “Take that back.”
“I take it back.”
“So Jill,” she says quietly with her face balanced on her palms. “How did you meet her?”
“Small town, no options,” I tell her truthfully. “I played football, she was a cheerleader.”
“A cheerleader? That’s it?”
“Well, that and she’s a whore, but I told you that.”
“Any other girls have a shot at your heart?”
“No,” I grunt. “Just Jill and she never had my heart.”
“What did she have?” she asks.
Not wanting to answer, I make it about her. “How’d you meet Peter?”
“You’re good at this,” she says, pouring a glass of wine. “I met Peter at a coffee shop.”
“Figures.”
“Hey!” she growls. “This is getting to know you stuff, don’t you figures me.”
“He rich?”
“Define rich.”
“He’s rich then,” I mumble, flipping the chicken.
“Stop it. I’m not much into money as you can see,” she says, waving her hands. “I’d rather be here than Ann Arbor, spend time with you versus anyone else and I’d rather drive my Taurus than the other car.”
“E-class Rion, it was an E-class.”
“E-class, B-class who cares. As long as it starts, I’m a happy girl. Tell me, are you a truck guy?”
“Yeah,” I mutter. “Got a truck back home.”
“I just had a killer idea! Let’s road trip it this weekend and go get it!”
“No!” I yell throwing whatever the fuck the utensil was I was cooking with. My yelling startles her as much as it did me and look at her, I see she’s hurt and that makes me hurt. “I mean, I’ll buy another one soon.”
“You know, I’m really not all that hungry. Just box mine up and I’ll eat it for lunch tomorrow.”
“Rion---”
“I’m tired, Loyal,” she says, moving away from me and taking her wine with her. “G’night.”
Finishing my salad alone, I boxed hers up and don’t join her in bed. She hadn’t invited me and I have a feeling she doesn’t want me to next to her anyway. Taking the chair in the corner, I watch her toss and turn as if she was searching for me. Then she bunches up the pillow I use and holds it close to her, eventually falling back asleep.
I’d do anything for her. Except take her back home. The less she knew about my past, the better.
‘The day you start thinking for yourself, your whole life is gonna change.’
~Rio
Apparently when the Tigers win a few games, everybody wants in on the action. Normally our busiest time is football season but there must be a full moon or something because the phone was ringing off the hook. Tigers baseball is a sight to see and let me say it never gets old. Loyal is running his errand, then has several collections while Rio stays with me. The plan is, Rio will collect when Loyal gets back, you know, to babysit me.
Taking a quick break, I see Rio pretty much being lazy because he’s stuck with me, so I decide now might be a good time to pick his brain. But Rio being Rio beats me to it. “That last note had Loyal pretty worked up,” he says stretching out in the chair. “I’m just wondering why you ain’t so worked up.”
“Just because I’m not in hysterics doesn’t mean I’m not worked up,” I remind him. “But with Loyal around it’s hard to let it bother me.”
“He tell you what he did in the Marines?”
“He was vague about it,” I admit. “Why, did he tell you?”
“Yeah,” he says sitting up. “He ain’t no joke, Junior. He’s seen some serious shit.”
“Like what?”
“You’d have to ask him. Guessing if he wanted you to know he’d tell you, right?” he says. “Anyway, any luck tracking his brother down?”
“No,” I mumble because I’m pissed Loyal would tell him but when I ask he shuts me down. Hell, when I ask him anything, he shuts me down. Unless he’s fucking me, then I can’t get him to shut up. Scribbling on my notebook a reminder to touch base with Lina, it’s when Rio gets serious that I get even more pissed off.
“It’s guy talk, Junior, you know that better than anyone. Don’t get pissed off about it. Christ, you’re being a total chick right now. It doesn’t look good on you.”
“Shut up, Rio.”
“Excuse me?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me. “Did you just tell me to shut up?”
Having enough of his shit for one afternoon, I stand up to leave but he stops me. “Let go,” I warn him.
“Or what, Junior?” he laughs at me. At that moment I’ve had it. Guy talk was one thing. I was raised around it, most of the time I was involved in it, I get it. But when you’re in a relationship and the man you fell for won’t talk to you but will talk to your best friend because he has a penis, I do have a problem with that. On top of all of this bullshit he’s acting weird, he never laughs at me either. Normally, Rio is the first to b
ack me, but now he’s throwing guy talk in my face acting like it’s funny, that’s not like him.
“Or I’m going to bust your lip open, asshole.”
When he throws his head back and really starts laughing, I feel my hands tighten into baby fists of fury. Standing there with narrowed eyes, when he brings his face back and looks at me while continuing to laugh at my upset, I do as I said I would and let it rip.
“Jesus!” he yells flying out of his chair. “You fucking hit me!”
Ignoring him, I head over to my apartment slamming the door in his face. Not one to be outdone, he crashes through the door looking all sorts of angry. “The fuck is your problem!” he yells while holding his mouth.
Getting in his space, I tell him what my problem is. “You know shit about relationships he-slut. Don’t you guy talk me! Quit getting in my shit and don’t you ever fucking laugh at something that bothers me again or I’ll dislocate your god damn jaw next time. Without a working mouth your social life would go in the shitter!”
“Watch yourself,” he says, looking down at me. “You don’t speak to me like that.”
“Speak to you like that? You have no filter with me so let’s be fair about this, shall we?” I spit. “Which part didn’t you like? Being called a he-slut or not being able to talk shit with your jaw broken? Your women like your shit talking though, right? Isn’t that your claim to fame? You don’t let them see you, you hide from it. Just like he does which makes you both pussies. Guy talk my ass.”
“Enough Junior,” he growls, but fuck him on this one.
“Fuck you, Rio.”
Grabbing me by my shoulders and pushing me into the wall, he leans in and whispers “I said enough.”
“I said fuck---“ then his mouth was on mine and I was in so much shock that I froze up. It took all of about three seconds before I kissed him back too. Kissing Rio was a dream I’d had as a smitten teenager with hero worship. Never did I imagine he would kiss me like this and that I wouldn’t like how it felt. I wasn’t sure how to stop this until he had the common sense to back away first while looking as confused as I did.
