HOT as F*CK

by Scott Hildreth

  “Holy cow,” I said when he handed me mine. “That’s massive.”

  He chose mint chocolate chip and chocolate, and I picked butter pecan and pralines and cream. I took my first bite as we walked outside.

  It was unlike anything I’d eaten. Ever.

  “Holy crap.” I held my cone at arm’s length. “You’ve got to taste this.”

  He took a step back and smiled. “Are you offering me your ice cream?”

  I giggled. “It’s really good.”

  He took a bite and then smiled. Ice cream covered his lips, but instead of licking them, he kissed me.

  That moment was like a dream come true. Truthfully, the date was like a dream come true. At least so far. I’d always wanted to have a relationship with someone who was able to accept me for who I was. Percy did that, and in doing so, he wasn’t afraid to act like himself, either.

  He may have been a big badass biker, but at that moment, he was nothing more than a man covered in ice cream, giving his date a kiss.

  He held out his cone. “Here. Try this.”

  I reached for it, pulled the entire scoop of mint off the top, and took a bite out of the chocolate scoop that was beneath it.

  As he stared at me with an open mouth, I plopped the scoop of mint back on top and licked my lips. “I don’t like mint ice cream. That chocolate is good as heck, though.”

  His eyes searched my face. When he was done, he smiled. “I can’t believe you lived next door to me for as long as you have, and that it took me this long to figure out who you are. You’re perfect.”

  I chuckled. “I would take me a lifetime to figure you out.”

  “Are you willing?” he asked. “That’s the question.”

  I made a fist and held it between us.

  He locked eyes with me, and then pressed his knuckles against mine. “This could be one hell of a ride.”

  “It better be,” I said. “But I think we’ll both enjoy every minute of it.”

  “I think you’re right.”

  We shared a look, and then ate our ice cream. After we rode the rollercoaster again, he motioned toward the beach.

  “Go for a walk?”

  I wanted to take a barefoot stroll in the sand, but was afraid to ask. He must have sensed it, because as we approached his motorcycle, he stopped and took off his boots.

  “Are you self-conscious about your foot?”

  “When it happened, I was pretty upset. Scouts were already looking at me for a baseball scholarship. Most felt that I’d go pro. That accident knocked me out of sports altogether. I couldn’t change it, so all that was left was to accept it.”

  “Do you think you’ve done that?”

  “Accept it? Sure. I don’t have a choice.”

  “Are you self-conscious about your leg?” he asked.

  “Very. I can’t accept or change it. All I can do is hide it.”

  “It’s part of who you are. Embrace it.”

  I wished it was that easy, but it wasn’t. I kicked off my shoes, put them in the saddlebag, and shrugged. “Easier said than done.”

  “We’ll work on it together,” he said.

  Since the accident, my life had been one series of complications after another. I had my doubts that it would ever get measurably better.

  But on that night, thanks to Percy, a common girl evolved into someone special.

  She became a princess.

  And, when she did, everything changed.

  Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Six

  P-Nut

  Sharing a home with Joey simply happened. It wasn’t planned, nor was it something I wanted. Her presence in my home, however, proved to me the value of having a woman in my life.

  The time we spent on the road together solidified my belief that she was a special woman. Her ability to ride across country without complaint wasn’t something that could ever be taught. A person either possessed the inner desire to ride, or they didn’t.

  And, she did.

  Our first date knocked me to my knees. Simply being in her presence was like taking a drug. A drug I had no idea existed, but one I quickly realized I needed.

  She transformed me into the man I always wanted to be, but was afraid I would never become. I couldn’t decide if she found me, or if I found her. Either way, she was exactly what I needed, and I wasn’t afraid to admit it.

  We walked hand-in-hand along the beach. The impressions we left in the sand were washed away mere moments after we were gone, but the memories of our evening together were sure to last a lifetime.

  “I want you to know a few things about me,” I said.

  “Okay.”

  “I’ve always got good intentions, but I don’t always do good things.”

  She paused. Caught off guard, I took another step. As our hands separated, I turned around.

  “What do you mean?” she asked.

  I thought for a moment, and then responded. “Sometimes I do bad things in hope that the end result is an improvement on my life or the lives of others.”

  She drew a design in the sand with her toe, and then looked up. “Like dropping a bomb on the home of a terrorist? I know you don’t do that, but you mean the same thing, right? Like beating up Josh?”

  “Pretty much.”

  “That’s okay. I trust you’ll always do what you believe is right.”

  I took her hand in mine, and we continued walking along the beach.

  “I’ve lived a fairly promiscuous life,” I said.

  “Are you planning on continuing?”

  “No, I am not.”

  “I guess you could just look at it as experience then, huh?”

  “I suppose so.”

  “Anything else?” she asked.

  I squeezed her hand. “I don’t know how to do this.”

  “Do what?”

  “Be with someone.”

  Trailing behind me slightly, she tugged on my hand. I paused and turned to face her. She reached for my free hand, and then looked me in the eyes.

  “All you have to do to be with me, is exist,” she said. “It’s that simple.”

  It sounded easy enough. “I think I can do that.”

  “Be with me, then.”

  “I’m afraid I already am.”

  Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Seven

  Joey

  Shirtless, he stood in front of me. The chiseled structure of his perfectly sculpted body would have commanded anyone’s attention, but my focus was on his eyes. The green specks around the iris gave perfect contrast to the golden-brown centers. Peering into them provided me a keen sense of comfort, and at that moment, I needed it.

  My knees wagged back and forth in anticipation of what might come next. He responded by lifting my shirt over my head. My heart thrashed in response. As the garment fell at my feet, my breathing all but stopped.

  He reached around me and unclasped my bra. The tips of his fingers gently traced the outline of my shoulders as he brushed the straps over my arms. My eyes fell closed momentarily. I heard myself inhale a quivering breath.

  With one hand cupping my breast, he lightly pressed the tip of his index finger against my lips. My mind fumbled with where to place my hands. I had so many options, all of which I’d held in reserve, yet they dangled at my sides like heavy weights.

  It was the most sensual moment that I had ever experienced, and I was on the cusp of making a fool of myself. Certain that revealing my lack of experience would lead to the demise of our sexual relationship, I did the first thing that came to mind.

  I flattened my palms and pressed them against his chest.

  I had no idea what to expect, but what I received caused me to grin a giddy smile. His taught muscles invited me to explore every inch of him with the tips of my fingers. Ever so slowly, I draped my hands down the length of his torso, savoring the rippled structure of his abdomen.

  His jeans put a temporary stop to my pleasures, preventing me from further exploration. Desperately wanting to proceed, but un
certain of how to do so, I opened my eyes.

  He was looking right at me. One hand cupped my breast while the other rested along my waist. His mouth held a content smile.

  My desires throbbed between my legs with every beat of my heart.

  At the foot of his bed, naked from the waist up, we stood with our eyes locked on each other. Somehow, despite our combined desires, we’d reached an impasse.

  I waited.

  His thumb brushed against my nipple. A tingling ran through me, causing me to shiver. As if he sensed my satisfaction, he did it again. While I relished in the pleasure of his touch, his other hand slid from my waist, along my lower back, and came to a stop in the back pocket of my jeans.

  My eyes fell closed.

  Using my butt cheek as leverage, he pulled me into him and kissed me deeply.

  Dear God.

  I ached for him. My mind was reeling. He wedged his thigh between my legs. The tingling started again.

  I couldn’t take it any longer.

  I reached for his belt. With our tongues intertwined and our naked chests pressed to one another, I pulled against the leather strap and reached for the buckle. After what seemed to be an eternity of my bumble-fingered fumbling, it finally came free.

  Frantically, I shoved my hand deep into his pants.

  Holy cow.

  He was different than the boys I’d been with in the past. It made perfect sense. He wasn’t a boy. I held man’s girth in my hand. A real man.

  I squeezed his cock. After receiving no objection, I began to eagerly stroke the thick shaft.

  Our lips parted, and he leaned away from me.

  With his eyes fixed on mine, he pushed his jeans along his thighs and then to the floor. After adding his boxer shorts to the pile of clothes at our side, he stood before me completely naked.

  I looked him up and down. The muscles of his biceps were tense and bulging. His wide chest paid perfect complement to his narrow torso. The scars on his hands gave hint to his protective nature, and he stubble that had grown since he last shaved gave him enough edge to create pause.

  But. It was what he had on the inside that had drawn me so closely to him.

  In short, he was my perfect man.

  There was one thing I was versed on, and although it wasn’t all I had to offer, it was what I was comfortable giving him at that moment.

  I desperately wanted to please him. I lowered myself to my knees and looked up. “I want you in my mouth.”

  “You don’t have to--”

  “Please?”

  A slight sigh escaped him.

  He took a step forward.

  I licked my lips, opened my mouth, and ached in anticipation.

  He guided himself toward my lips. I flicked the tip of my tongue against the precum that glistened from the tip of his cock. Fueled by the slightly bitter taste, I eagerly took him into my mouth.

  I slid my lips up and down his thick shaft, taking fractionally more of him into my mouth with each stroke. With his scrotum cupped in my hand, I sucked excitedly, eventually accepting him into my throat fully.

  Hoping to see satisfaction in his eyes, I looked up. His head was tilted back and his eyes were fixed on the ceiling.

  Desperate for his approval, I gripped his bare butt in my hands. I forced what little of him that remained past my willing lips and waited.

  He drew an uneven breath and then met the gaze of my watering eyes.

  “Jesus,” he breathed.

  He reached for my head and pulled himself from my mouth.

  My heart sank. “You didn’t like it?”

  “I can’t fucking stand it,” he said. “That’s going to take some getting used to.”

  “You liked it?”

  He guided me to my feet. “Loved it.”

  I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand and looked at him wantonly, hoping that he’d somehow justify continuing our sexual adventure. I’d waited a lifetime for what I was poised to share, and I was afraid I could wait no longer.

  I felt if he’d give himself to me, that we’d connect on a level that secured my presence in his life, and in his being.

  A magical existence known only to those who truly belonged in each other’s lives. A feeling so difficult to define, that any combination of words would fall short of an accurate description. These were the things I was certain we would share afterward.

  He lifted me from my feet and turned toward the bed. I sucked in a breath. He must have anticipated my desires, but it came as no real surprise. At times, it seemed he could read my thoughts.

  I hoped this was one of those times.

  I’m giving myself to you because I trust you.

  Be careful with me, please.

  You’re my first.

  Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Eight

  P-Nut

  She lifted her head from the pillow and fixed her blue eyes on mine. Filled with nervous anticipation, I proceeded cautiously, fearing I’d make a grave mistake. I wanted everything to be different than it had in the past. I desired perfection, but my previous exploits had been far from it, leaving me with little hope of a completely faultless approach.

  I pulled her jeans down along her legs and past her feet. Her eyes gave warning of her concern, but I didn’t share the perception she had of herself. I saw her as innocent, kind, and beautiful.

  I slid my fingers beneath her panties, pausing with my hands at the taught skin that covered her hip bones. As I pressed the tips of my thumbs against the sensitive flesh in the depression of her hips, she inhaled a sharp breath.

  The back of her head fell onto the pillow.

  I hooked my index fingers underneath the delicate fabric. After receiving no objection, I tugged gently, bringing the red lace with me as my hands slid the length of her thighs.

  I dropped the panties beside the bed, and then inched my way between her legs, until my face was hovering over her waist.

  She lifted her head and met my gaze.

  “Spread your legs,” I breathed. “I want to taste you.”

  “Oh God,” she muttered.

  Her pleasure was my only concern. I buried my face between her legs, licked her precious pussy from bottom to top, and then flicked the tip of my tongue against her swollen clit.

  She pulled the pillow from beneath her head and covered her face.

  I looked up. “You like that, do you?”

  An almost inaudible uh huh came from beneath the pillow.

  “That’s good,” I said. “So do I.”

  I continued licking her in the same fashion, from the bottom to the top, circling her clit for some time before beginning the process again. Her hips writhed in response, rising against my face until the pleasure was more than she could bear.

  Ten minutes later, she tossed the pillow across the room.

  With my tongue resting against her clit, I raised my head. “Is there a problem?”

  She lifted her shoulders from the bed and looked at me. Her eyes were wide and her breathing was irregular. “I think I’m going to die.”

  “I want you to come first. Then you can die.”

  “I think I did,” she muttered. “Maybe like a hundred times.”

  “If I didn’t make you scream, it doesn’t count. You’ve got to scream when you come.”

  “You want me to scream?”

  “If it feels good, yeah.”

  “It feels really good.”

  I slid my hands underneath her ass cheeks, lifted her toward my mouth, and grinned.

  The thought of her reaching orgasm from my tongue lifted me to a heightened state of arousal. I pressed my mouth hard against her mound, then buried my tongue deep inside her wetness. Her scent filled my nostrils, fueling me to bring her as much pleasure as I was able.

  I slid a finger inside her, and then worked it in and out of her folds as I sucked her clit with precision. Her moans of pleasure soon filled the room.

  I added another finger, sending her into a frenzy. Her hips bucked
wildly, forcing her pussy against my face with each thrust.

  My tongue danced around her swollen nub while I fingered her tight slit. She buried her fingers in my hair, and then gripped my head firmly. Her moaning became more pronounced. Then, her legs began to shake.

  “Holy cow,” she gasped. “It’s…”

  In and out my fingers slid. I rolled her clit between my tongue and upper lip, hoping to bring her into a climactic state she’d never known.

  I wanted her to want me as strongly as I wanted her, and I was sure if I could give her a heightened state of pleasure, my chances of reaching that goal were realistic.

  “Percy…”

  “Percy…”

  “Holy…”

  Her hips pressed against my face, held their position for an instant, and then dropped onto the mattress.

  She released my head, released a shuddering breath, and then her every muscle relaxed. I lifted my head and looked at her.

  “You weren’t very vocal,” I said. “Was it that bad?”

  She lifted her head ever so slightly and then cocked a playful eyebrow. “Seriously?”

  “Did you enjoy it?”

  “Loved. It.”

  “Your pussy tastes like honey.”

  “Stop it.”

  “It does.”

  “I’m uhhm. I’m glad you like it.”

  I sat up, gripped my rigid cock in my hand, and grinned. “What do you think we should do with this?”

  “I uhhm. I know what I’d like to do with it,” she said.

  “Tell me.”

  “I want to feel you inside of me.”

  “I think we can arrange that.”

  Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Nine

  Joey

  Although I’d masturbated myself into somewhat of a frenzy on various occasions, I’d just experienced my first real orgasm. I had no idea if Percy licking my pussy was a one-time thing, or if was something he truly enjoyed, but I hoped like hell we could both experience it again in the future.

  Filled with apprehension, I watched as he positioned himself between my legs. He lowered his chest to mine and kissed my neck.