by Jade Kuzma
“You got a name?” I asked.
“I thought you’d never ask. Sean. My friend’s call me Brash.”
“Brash, huh? That doesn’t sound like the name of someone I want to get to know better.”
“What about you?”
I narrowed my eyes at him before giving him an answer.
“Lydia.”
“Lydia… I knew a girl named Lydia.”
“Did you?”
“Yeah. Total bitch.”
He said it with a straight face. I was speechless, searching for a response, but I didn’t need one as he started laughing to himself.
“I’m only kidding,” he said.
“You’d better be… Dick…”
I slapped him on the arm and felt his muscled tricep.
Oh, my God…
I did my best to hide my reaction at how hard his body was.
“So, you’re from out of town,” he said. “Up north, I presume.”
“You presume correctly.”
“How long have you been in town, Lydia?”
“It’s my first night here.”
“Your first night? What brings you to Finn’s?”
“Actually, someone brought me here…”
I searched for any sign of Gina. It took me a few seconds to find her busy on the dance floor in the distance.
“…Gina,” I said. “She seems to be busy at the moment.”
“It looks like she’s gonna be busy for a long moment. She left you here all by yourself. Doesn’t seem like much of a friend.”
“Well, I just met her today. If I’d have known someone like you would come up to me, I would have begged her to stay by my side.”
I glared at him, trying my best to not smirk.
Two can play this game…
“There’s no need to be so harsh,” he said. “I’m part of the official Ivory welcoming committee.”
“The Ivory welcoming committee?”
“I’m the president and the founder. It’s part of my job to welcome new citizens to town. I have to make them feel… welcome… You know, shit like that.”
“You’ve got a way with words,” I said with a giggle.
“I’ve got a way with other things, too…”
I clenched my jaw but it was getting harder not to smile back at him. Two shots of whiskey and a handsome biker standing next to me was a bad combination.
I was desperately trying not to make a mistake.
Was this how I wanted to spend my first night in Ivory?
“I appreciate the company,” I said. “But I’m sure you’ve got better things to do.”
“I don’t. And I know you don’t either.”
“And you know this because?”
“Because it’s your first night in town and there ain’t shit to do in Ivory except drink.”
“Speaking of which, you still owe me a drink.”
“Will you take an IOU?”
“Cheapskate. Why am I not surprised?”
“I’ll tell you what…”
He moved in front of me, blocking my path to get away from him, even though I didn’t have any intention of it. I leaned up against the bar, my elbows resting on the counter as he stood before me.
“…I’ll keep you company,” he said. “Since I am part of the welcoming committee. And once you’re ready to go home, I can give you a ride. What do you think?”
I shifted my eyes toward the ceiling and tapped my index finger against my chin, pretending like I was thinking.
This is a mistake.
The decision had already been made.
“Okay,” I said. “You can keep me company here for a bit. And when I’m ready, we’ll go for a ride. Just one question.”
“What’s that?”
“I know you’re a biker. You got a helmet I can wear.”
He smirked at me then leaned in close. He was so close, his breath was on my cheek. I shuddered at the feeling as he whispered into my ear.
“Yeah, I’ve got protection for you.”
He pulled away and winked at me.
Damn…
Out of excuses, I knew there was no other answer I could give.
“Okay, Sean. Let’s see how welcoming you can be.”
Chapter 4
SEAN
Being locked up was the fucking worst. Not having any freedom to ride the open road. Forced to eat whatever they fed you. Being told when to sleep and when to wake up. Stripped of your humanity.
Worst of all, you had to be surrounded by a bunch of other men. Some of them wanted to kick your ass just for looking at you the wrong way. Just being around that much testosterone was enough to drive a man crazy. It drove me crazy.
Maybe that was why nobody looked as beautiful as Lydia did at this moment. She was an out-of-towner. She was different. Not like all the sluts in Ivory, Lydia waited until the doors were closed before showing me what she really wanted.
As soon as my apartment door slammed shut, I wrapped my arms around her. I picked her up from the ground and she gasped into my mouth. She ensnared me in her arms and legs as I carried her over to my bedroom. The giddy sound of giggling made my dick rock hard.
I plopped her down onto my bed as fast as I could. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she pulled her top over her head and tossed it to the side. The moonlight shining in through the window made her skin look like porcelain. Firm breasts were hidden behind a black bra. A pair of jeans were the only other thing keeping me from seeing the rest of her.
“Let’s see what you got, big boy…”
She winked at me as she said it. I started by taking my vest off. I smirked when I saw her mouth hanging half-open in surprise. All that time in the pen gave me some time to focus on my physique. It was nice to see it was finally paying off.
“Your turn,” I said.
“Right. My turn.”
Let’s see what you got, babe.
She reached down and started undoing the button on the top of her jeans.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I said, waving my index finger at her. “I said your turn to do some work.”
I reached down and grabbed her hands then placed them on my belt buckle. She gave me a knowing smirk and proceeded to unbuckle me. It always turned me on when girls got the idea.
She undid my belt then pulled my zipper down. My cock was practically ripping my underwear in half at this point. She teased me for a second, looking at my crotch and holding my jeans up.
“What do we have here?” she said.
She let her hands go and my jeans fell to my ankles. She gripped the sides of my underwear and tugged them down. The fabric caught on my dick for just a second before my erection popped back up.
“Holy shit…”
She mumbled to herself at the sight of it. I grabbed my cock and pumped it for a few strokes. What guy wouldn’t be proud of a girl marveling at your size?
“You just gonna sit there and stare at it?” I said.
“I don’t know. Maybe. It’s… quite a sight.”
“It tastes good.”
“Is that right?”
“So I’ve been told.”
“Hmm… I can’t resist…”
She took my tip into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck…”
I groaned as she swallowed my length whole. She sucked my cock like a fucking professional. I put my hands down and ran them through her silky brown hair to try and brace myself. My bedroom was dark but the sight of Lydia bobbing her head back and forth on my dick was enough to make me burst right then and there.
I couldn’t help myself. My grip on her hair tightened. My hips started moving on their own. I kept moving my cock into her mouth until I was fucking her throat.
She took it all, gagging but not refusing. The spit drenched my shaft. It poured out of her mouth, sloppy and wet. I closed my eyes as I already felt my release coming close.
“Oh, shit…”
I wanted her. I needed her. I had to make her mine.
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p; I squeezed her in my grip and pulled out just long enough to look her in the eyes.
“You want it,” I said, my jaw clenched.
“I want it.”
The voice of an angel.
I shoved my cock back down her throat. I made her choke on it.
Eyes watering. Spit gagging. Choking on me. Lydia took all of the pent-up testosterone that had been building in me for so long.
I unleashed myself on her. I couldn’t take it easy on her. I couldn’t hold back.
Her voice muffled by my length, Lydia showed no signs of refusing.
It had been too long. I could usually let a girl suck my dick for hours. But Lydia was the first in a long time. I hadn’t had enough training.
“Fuck!”
I pulled my cock out. One hand holding her head back and another pumping my dick, I came on her face. Thick lines of semen spilled out of my tip and splashed onto her cheeks and lips. She took it well, opening her mouth and groaning as I emptied every drop all over the lower part of her face.
When I finished, I breathed deep sighs of relief. She looked up at me like she was pleading for more. I rubbed my tip along her cheek like a spoon and pushed some of my seed onto her tongue. She wrapped her lips around me and polished me off.
“That wasn’t much of a welcome,” she said as she finished cleaning me.
“I’m not done yet.”
It had been a long time since a chick went down on me. That wasn’t the only thing I was missing.
I leaned down and pushed her back onto the bed. Her feet next to me, I reached up for her jeans and undid them. A quick tug and they were off of her.
She laid on my bed in nothing but a black bra and a matching thong. Seeing her writhe before me, inviting me to come get what I wanted… It would have driven every man crazy.
No tattoos, her skin was flawless underneath the moonlight. She wasn’t like the sluts in Ivory. No… She was different. She was special. She was a fucking goddess. And I had no choice but to quench my watering mouth.
I fell between her legs and pulled her thong off to the side. Her clit was swollen. Beneath it, a soaking pink slit just begging for my tongue.
“Oh, fuck, what are you waiting for?”
I could hear it in her voice. She was dying for it just as much as I was. Why wait any longer?
I stuck my tongue out and gave her a long lick to satisfy the both of us.
Lydia whimpered. Her body trembled. Every lick was enough to send another shudder that shook my bed.
I moved my tongue all over her. The nub underneath my tongue felt amazing. The taste made my mouth water even more. I pushed my tongue inside of her, trying to get even more of her sweet honey to spill out of her.
Shit, I missed this…
I took a second to pull her thong off completely, giving me full access. She arched her back so I could get as deep as I could.
My lips smacked as I worked my tongue up and down, from her opening, up to her slit, then back down again. I could have done it forever.
“Oh, shit… Just like that…”
Her breathing was getting shorter. Her skin was getting sticky with sweat underneath my grip. Her entire body was tensing.
I put my hands on her ass and lifted her lower body completely up from the bed and fucking devoured her.
I wanted her to come.
I needed her to come.
I wrapped my lips around her clit until she finally gave me what we both craved.
“Ah… Fuck… I’m gonna come… I’m gonna come… I’m gonna come…”
She rattled out the warning just as her body started to tremble. Her opening gushed slightly and swallowed every drop down. She kept shaking in my grip but she was small enough and I was strong enough to hold her in place. The feeling of making a woman like Lydia come was more satisfying than anything else I could have done.
I eased her back down onto the bed.
Her legs spread and nothing but a bra on her, she reached behind her back to remove her bra. A pair of milky breasts with swollen pink nipples completed the picture I’d only had in fantasies. The sight of her on my bed, naked, ready, and waiting… She was the goddess of my dreams.
“You’re not done yet, are you?” she said.
“No,” I said plainly. “Not yet.”
I reached down and stroked my cock. It didn’t take much effort to get me hard again. Just the thought of her would have been enough.
I leaned forward on top of her, kissing her. The taste of whiskey was on her tongue. She wrapped her lips around my tongue and sucked on it like she was trying to get her drink back.
“I wanna fuck you,” I whispered.
“What are you waiting for?”
That’s what I like to hear.
I never asked women before. I told them and they took it. But Lydia was different. Something about her… I wanted to do everything I could to please her…
I reached over in my drawer and pulled out a condom. Thank God Ghost was looking out for me. I undid the foil and covered my dick as fast as I could.
My hand on my cock, I positioned myself at her entrance, teasing her.
“Shit, what the fuck are you waiting for?” she pleaded.
“Are you sure you want this?”
“What?”
She looked up at me, confused exasperation tattooed on her face.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes, I want it—Ahh!”
She cried out in pleasurable agony as I shoved my cock as deep into her as I could.
God damn!
She was tight. Real tight. Years of banging Ivory sluts didn’t prepare me for Lydia.
I leaned up over her and pressed my hands into the mattress as I started to pound her. Loud slaps echoed across my walls as my hilt banged against her smooth mound.
Lydia whimpered in agony, her legs spread and her hands gripping my sweating arms as she tried to brace herself.
What a goddess…
I looked down into her eyes but they were closed. Her face writhed back and forth like she was trying to escape and enjoy herself all at the same time.
“You like that?” I grunted.
“Yeah, I like it,” she said, her voice breaking and barely getting the words out.
“What do you like?”
“I like… your cock… Holy shit!”
She started to convulse underneath me. Out of nowhere, she started to come.
I started banging into her harder and deeper. I worked my cock into her and made my bed shake. Her breasts bounced up and down in rhythm with my strokes. The rest of her body clenched underneath me.
“Feel good, babe?
She didn’t respond to my stupid question. She couldn’t. All she could do was tremble from the orgasm that was ravaging her body.
Everything about her was overwhelming my senses. The way she moved. The sound of her groan. The smell of her hair. It was too much for me to handle.
I couldn’t take it. Feeling her tighten up even more on me was enough to push me over the edge.
“Fuck!”
I yelled out. A guttural groan followed by a clenched jaw signaled my release. Another load of cum spilled out of me. My cock throbbed inside of her tight walls. I kept firing every pulse I could until I finally collapsed from exhaustion.
Our skin was sweating, sticky and messy. I laid on top of Lydia, my cock inside of her and her body pressed against mine. A kiss on the cheek gave me enough strength to finally roll over on my side next to her.
Her entire body shined underneath the moonlight. Milky white skin with a tinge of sweat. Hair messy above her brow. Her chest heaving as she gasped. I’d never seen a more gorgeous sight.
Her eyes were closed. I stared at her face, wondering when she would wake up. But the night had taken its toll on her.
I leaned in close and kissed her on the side of her face before resting my head down on the pillow. It was time to let my goddess sleep.
Chapter 5
LYDIA
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nbsp; I woke up the next morning, still recovering from my long first night in Ivory. Somehow, I’d ended up back in my apartment. Sean kept his promise and gave me a ride home but the memory of it was a bit foggy.
The sun was shining annoyingly bright. I planned on heading back to work early but plans changed. When I walked into Amy’s Bakery that day, it was almost noon.
The place was as empty as the last time I saw it. I stepped inside, the bell rang, and it was a few moments until Gina appeared from the back room.
“Oh… There you are!”
She had the biggest grin on her face. The red cheeks on her pale skin made her enthusiasm that much more noticeable.
“Sorry, I’m late,” I said. “I’m… still getting used to everything.”
“That’s no problem. Amy wasn’t expecting you to come in until later.”
“I know. But I wanted to get started early. There are a lot of recipes for me to learn and I want to see if there’s anything I can add to what you’re already offering.”
“Well… It’s not very busy, so we’ll have plenty of time to work.”
“Right.”
I put my head down and headed to the back with Gina. While I put an apron on, I couldn’t help but notice that her eyes were locked on me. She had that same grin on her face, too.
I looked over at her, trying to ignore everything.
“All right,” I said. “Let’s get started—”
“How was it?”
“…I’m sorry,” I said, blinking my eyes at her.
“How was it?” she repeated.
I shook my head in confusion.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said.
“Oh, come on! How… was… it?”
Gina walked up to me, biting the corner of her bottom lip while she waited for my response. I shook my head again while trying to fight the smile coming onto my face.
“I missed you last night,” she said.
“Yeah, well, the whiskey didn’t agree with me. I got a ride home.”
I put my head down and started examining all of the equipment I was planning on using.
“A ride home?” she said. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?”
“What else would they call it?”
