by Opal Carew
Storm had gone out at about four in the morning, needing to get out on the open road and clear his head. He was pretty sure the other driver had been returning from a late party.
Melanie sat down on the side of the bed, watching him carefully.
He tried not to wince at the jostling of the bed, but failed.
“Sorry, I’m hurting you.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he responded. “I’m fine.” The truth was he didn’t want her to leave. He wanted to be close to her.
The delicate touch of her fingertips on his upper arm sent tingles through him. Even his cock stirred a little, which was fucking stupid because he couldn’t do anything about it right now.
“Storm, I was so worried about you.”
“It’s all right. I’m fine.” He smiled reassuringly. “At least, I assume I’m fine or I wouldn’t be back home. Not fine enough to play a show yet, though, I assume.”
“The doctor suggests a couple of weeks of rest.” She stroked his cheek with her soft fingers, and the poignancy of her touch, and the deep concern in her eyes, touched him. “Storm, we need to talk.”
It was true. They needed to talk about the accident, about the relationship, about where they were going.
But at the insistence of his body, he knew he couldn’t start that discussion now. He had to make a trip to the bathroom.
“I know, baby, but not right now.” He glanced at her. “I really need to get up.”
Reluctantly, she slid from the bed and helped him pull back the covers, then he slowly sat up and placed his feet on the floor.
“Do you want me to help you?” she asked, standing ready beside the bed.
“No, I’ve got this. Why don’t you go make some coffee?”
“Okay, but if you need me, just shout.”
She stood for a moment watching him, then finally turned and headed to the door. He knew it was just his pride, but he wanted her to think of him as strong and capable, not see him hobbling around like an old man.
He pushed himself to his feet, then took a tentative step forward. The pain had diminished to an ache and what he was fighting mostly was stiffness in his body. Once he’d gotten to the bathroom and taken care of business, he opened the shower stall and stepped inside. The warm water felt good on his aching muscles. As he relaxed, images flashed through his mind of Melanie coming into the bathroom and stripping off her clothes, then joining him. Another stiffness started in his body and he wrapped his hand around his growing erection and began to pump. He would love to glide into her soft body right now, but the reality was that it would probably be too much for him. But he could manage this, he thought as he stroked his long, hard cock.
And a part of him needed to. To erase the deep, yet irrational male fear, that the accident might have left him … lacking.
A knock sounded on the door. He barely heard it over the sound of the shower. He was pumping with vigor when the door opened.
“Storm, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Oh …” Her gaze fell to his hand wrapped tightly around his swollen cock. “I’m sorry.” But instead of leaving, she closed the door behind her and walked toward the shower. She smiled. “Would you like me to help you with that?”
The thought of her stripping down naked and him pounding her against the wall sent hormones surging through him, but in total contradiction, his erection sagged.
He knew it was because he didn’t want to look weak in front of her, because he was sure he couldn’t manage full-on intercourse with her, yet having a limp cock in his hand didn’t really give the impression of a powerful man.
“I’m fine,” he said tersely. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
***
Melanie’s hand gripped the mug tightly as she took a sip of the steaming coffee.
Storm was definitely putting distance between them. Her heart ached as she realized he didn’t want her and it was only a matter of time until he admitted it and ended the relationship.
He stepped into the kitchen, wearing the clean clothes she’d set out on the bed—slightly worn jeans and a soft, cotton T-shirt—his hair still damp from his shower. The smell of his woody-musky soap filled her nostrils and she wanted to walk into his arms and be held close to his big body.
“I called Dane,” she said.
He walked to the coffeepot and poured himself a cup. “You call him Dane now?” He leaned back against the counter and sipped his coffee black. He smiled. “It’s about time.”
“I … told him that it would be a good idea to arrange to get someone in to help you.” She shrugged. “It will be better if you have someone to cook and clean for you for the next little while.”
“And you don’t want to do that?” He sipped his coffee, watching her face. “I mean, I know I can be a bit of a slob, so I understand.”
“Of course, I’d like to do that for you, but …” She sucked in a deep breath. “I have the impression that you’d rather not have me around.”
His eyebrows arched. “Because I didn’t want you to join me in the shower?”
He put down his mug and stepped toward her. “Baby, of course I want you.” He reached for her and drew her into his arms and she allowed herself the comfort for a few seconds before she drew away.
“No, not just that. Ever since …” She swallowed, not really wanting to bring up that night again. Not wanting to see a look of disgust on his face.
“Ever since what?” he prompted.
She sighed. “Ever since the night we all spent together—you, Travis, Diego, and me—you’ve been … distant.”
His lips compressed. “You don’t think I’m judging you because of enjoying that night, do you?”
She shrugged. He held her face in his hand and turned it until she looked at him.
“If you remember, I was the one who set that up. Why would I judge you?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you assumed I’d turn it down.”
“After arranging it with the guys, booking the suite at the out-of-the-way inn, and taking you all the way up there? Why would I do that?”
She shook her head, her eyes shimmering. “I don’t know. Maybe you wanted to do it, then afterward, were disgusted by me enjoying it so much.”
He flashed her a charming smile and rested his forehead against hers. “You enjoying it was pretty much the point of the whole thing.”
She drew back from him, unable to stand the sweet closeness another second. “Then why have you been acting distant to me ever since then? And why did you leave?”
“Ah, fuck. Not because of that. I’m glad you enjoyed it. And it made me fucking hot.” His hand stroked over the front of his pants and she glanced down to see a bulge forming under his jeans. “It’s making me hot right now just thinking about it.”
“Please talk to me, Storm. I want to understand what is happening between us. Whether this relationship has a chance.”
“I don’t want to talk right now. But I do want to know what would happen if I ordered you to come over here.”
She glanced at her fingernails, admiring the black glossy finish, with the metallic red swirls she’d used one of her stamping plates and squishy stamper to apply. “I don’t know.”
He growled. “Come over here.”
She gazed at him. As far as commands went, that was pretty lame. It certainly wasn’t enough to override her common sense about fucking him in his state. She smiled. She could go over and stroke him to climax—she was pretty sure that was where this would end up—but not yet.
“I don’t think so,” she responded.
His lips compressed to a straight line and she could see his enlarged cock straining at the denim.
“I thought you liked following my orders.”
She shrugged. “Sure, I like it when you take command, but not today. Maybe later when you haven’t just been in a motorcycle accident.”
“So what are you trying to do to me?” His gaze glided down her body along the length of her legs.
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br /> “I’m trying to help.” She stroked a finger along her thigh, drawing the fabric of her blouse up a little. He’d probably be able to see her baby blue lace panties.
“Okay, fine. If you won’t come over here, then do this. Sit on the couch with your legs apart.”
She smiled and shifted, placing her feet on the floor and widening her legs.
“Good, now pull the crotch of your panties to one side so I can see your pussy.”
Her insides trembled as she reached between her thighs and tugged the strip of lace to one side, exposing her intimate folds.
His hand rubbed roughly over the swell in his jeans. “Nice. Now run your finger over yourself and tell me if you’re wet.”
She stroked her slick flesh. “Yes, very wet.”
“Show me.”
She held up her finger, shiny from the moisture.
“Come here. I want to suck on your finger.”
She smiled and shook her head.
“Fine. Then put it in your mouth and suck it for me.”
She slid her finger into her mouth and sucked on it, thinking of his big, hard cock. She stroked it in and out, then sucked until her cheeks hollowed.
“Oh, fuck, I want you, baby.”
She sucked harder, continuing to stroke her finger in and out.
“Fuck, get your ass over here now.”
Before she realized it she was halfway across the room. Now that was an authoritative tone.
“Kneel in front of me and get my fucking cock out.”
She knelt down, then stroked over his big bulge. God, he was so thick and hard. She unfastened his snap, then drew the zipper down. Slowly. When she reached inside and wrapped her fingers around him, he groaned.
“God damn it. Suck it, baby.”
Barely waiting for him to finish his command, she leaned forward and swallowed his cockhead whole, needing it in her mouth so badly she thought she’d faint. It was hard and filled her mouth so full. She swirled her tongue over the tip, then swallowed the saliva in her mouth, which she’d read caused powerful suction. He groaned so hard, she jerked back.
“Oh, God, did I hurt you?” Damn it, what was she doing? He’d just been in an accident.
He planted his hand on her head and guided her back to his erection. “Only when you stop. Fuck, that was incredible.”
She laughed and guided his cock between her lips again. She squeezed him in her mouth, then swallowed again, eliciting another groan. She bobbed up and down, taking him deep.
His hand rested on the crown of her head, guiding her to the rhythm he liked.
She could feel him getting close, growing more rigid.
“Stop.”
At his sudden command, she stopped, then gazed up at him, his cock still deep in her mouth. He grasped her shoulders and drew her upward. His cock fell from her mouth.
“But you were so close.”
“I know. But I want to be inside you when I come.”
She shook her head. “It’s not a good idea.”
“It’s a fucking excellent idea. Now get up here and get on my cock.”
Her hand was still wrapped around his hard, hot member and she wanted it inside her so much, but—
“I said now.”
At his sharp command, she found herself stripping off her panties, then kneeling on the couch, straddling him. She grasped his hard cock and guided it to her slick flesh. Slowly, she eased herself down on him, his big cock gliding deep inside her. She whimpered at the sheer pleasure of its girth stretching her tight passage.
Once he was fully immersed in her, they sat eye-to-eye, unmoving. His cock twitched and her muscles tightened in response.
“God damn it, fuck me, woman!”
She gasped at his words and the feel of his pelvis rocking forward, pushing his huge cock a little deeper.
She lifted herself, letting his shaft drag against her inner passage, then she lowered herself. Then lifted again. He grasped her hips and helped her rock up and down. She followed the rhythm he set. He was incredibly hard inside her, and his breathing was rapid.
She was close, intense pleasure pulsing through her, but she fought back the impending orgasm, wanting to wait for him.
She bobbed up and down like a piston, his big member filling her with each stroke. His face was growing red, but he didn’t seem to be getting any closer.
She leaned forward and nibbled his ear. “What’s wrong, Storm? Am I hurting you?”
“Just keep going.” His breathing was hard and there was a note of frustration in his voice.
She took his hand and dragged it inside her blouse, cupping it over her breast. Her hard nipple pushed into his palm. He groaned as he squeezed her soft flesh.
“You feel so fucking good.”
She kept riding him, holding back her own pleasure as that big, hard rod filled her again and again.
“That feels incredible, but I want your mouth now,” he said, his firm grip on her hips pulling her from his lap, his cock sliding free. “Kneel,” he ordered.
She did as she was told, grasping his erection with one hand and stroking it while she cupped his balls with the other. She leaned close and licked one hairless ball, then eased it into her mouth. She licked and caressed it with her tongue. Then she tucked the other into her mouth, too, and stroked and sucked until he groaned.
He grabbed her shoulders. “Fuck, I’m so close. Get on me. Now!”
She shifted to his lap and pushed his cock inside her, then drove down. Immediately, he began to groan. She rode him fast, his cock driving into her deep and hard.
“Oh, fuck. Yeah.” He grunted, then she felt hot liquid fill her.
She kept riding him, even as the tension left his body. His cock softened within her and she slowed, then came to rest. She smiled at him and he kissed her. His lips moved tenderly on hers, his arms tightening around her. When their lips parted, she rested her head on his shoulder.
He didn’t move, or say anything and she wondered if having her sitting on him like this was painful for him. She drew back, but he pulled her close to his body again, tightening his embrace.
“You didn’t come.”
“That’s okay,” she said.
He leaned back and glared at her. “No, it’s not okay. This is supposed to be something we both enjoy.”
She smiled. “I did enjoy it.”
“Great, but you didn’t come.”
She stroked his whisker-roughened cheek. “I’ll come next time.”
His hands clenched into fists. “Fuck, you don’t get it. If I can’t satisfy you … if I only satisfy my own hunger … what kind of man am I?”
Gazing into his troubled blue eyes, she grasped his face and kissed him.
“You’re blowing this way out of proportion. You’ve just been in an accident.” Damn, maybe that wasn’t the way to go. Maybe he was afraid something happened in the accident and he wasn’t as virile as before.
“I’m not talking about the accident, or whatever temporary effects that might mean,” he said. “I’m talking about using your body for my own desires, then leaving you wanting. Only a selfish man does a thing like that.”
“A man like your father, you mean?”
He didn’t answer, but she could see it in his eyes.
“You are not like your father.” She kissed his unreceptive lips, then frowned and drew away. “You never have been and you never will be.”
“And yet, every time I go into command mode, I become selfish.”
“I don’t know where you’re getting that.” She smiled. “I seem to remember that time in your office, when we pretended I wanted my secretary job back and you ordered me—”
“The first time I took control with Jess, as part of it I punished her. I smacked her as I fucked her, because it helped to get me off … but I went too far. I was so concerned about my own pleasure that I hit her again and again, leaving her ass dark red. I hurt her, and I never wanted to do that, but I got caught up in my own
selfish desires. I took what I needed without regard to her pleasure … or her pain.”
“Oh, Storm. Whatever happened between you and Jessica, I don’t believe that you were selfish. And I’m sure Jessica wouldn’t have allowed it to go further than she wanted it to.” She stroked his raspy cheek and gazed into his eyes. “And I know you didn’t hurt me.” She kissed him. “There’s nothing wrong with getting caught up in your own pleasure. It takes two, you know. I could have changed things to be more conducive to my own pleasure, but this time I was more concerned about you. You’ve been in an accident. You’re stressed and you were having problems. I wanted to ensure it worked for you.”
“It doesn’t mean—”
She kissed his lips, stopping the words.
“Look, I held back. I could barely stop the orgasm you were giving me, but with great strength of will”—she grinned and nuzzled his neck—”I was able to do it. I held back that storm of pleasure, and I’m quite proud of myself.” She pursed her lips. “Don’t take that away from me.”
***
Storm stared into her glittering eyes, her pursed lips hiding her smile.
God, this woman was more than he deserved.
“So you’re saying you were able to resist the dizzying effect of my huge cock driving into you again and again?”
She smiled and nodded.
“You’re right, that is quite an accomplishment.” He grinned and his hand stroked down her stomach, then between her legs. “I guess that means you’re still turned on. And very close.”
“Yes, but don’t you think you should—oh!”
His fingers had found her slick flesh and slid inside her. She grasped his shoulders, her fingers curling around him.
He stroked her clit and she moaned.
“I really think you should—”
“Silence.”
At his commanding tone, her eyes widened and her mouth closed.
“Now sit on the couch and spread your legs. I want to see that slick pussy of yours.”
She slid from his lap and opened her legs. Her folds glistened in the light.
He pushed himself from the couch to the floor, hiding the effects of the painful transition. It hurt to move, but he didn’t want her to see that. He leaned forward, ignoring the complaints of his body and stroked her thighs, then buried his face in her slick flesh. He drove his tongue into her soft, wet opening, swirling in a rapid spiral. Her moans of pleasure gave him deep satisfaction.
