by L. C. Dean
John stayed with her, licking and soothing, until the tremors eased. Eventually, he crawled up beside her and offered his chest for her pillow, but she wasn’t ready to rest. His long cock strained against the confining rings, the head bulging purple and plump. Although he had controlled himself with amazing stamina, she had to make him lose it.
Sitting up, she grabbed a condom from the nightstand. She tossed the packet within easy reach and swung astride his hips. “Can you fuck me without coming?”
A soft whimper escaped him, but he nodded.
“Okay then. You may come as soon as I do. You might have to work at it a bit since I just got off. Think you can handle that?”
A muscle in his jaw jumped. “Yes, Ma’am.” He lifted his hips to bump against her wet pussy and a wicked spark flashed in his eyes. “Permission to make you come, hard and fast, Ma’am?”
“You can try.”
She wasn’t expecting him to flip her to her stomach. It left her feeling helpless, which she hated, but only for a fleeting second. Then he lifted her to her knees and pressed kisses over her ass and thighs. His tongue teased her slit open and he shoved two fingers deep inside her, finger fucking her when she needed the real thing.
“Inside me now or don’t bother.”
He groaned and nipped at her ass cheek, but rose behind her. He rubbed his cock up and down through her folds.
“Oh, and get rid of the rings first. I want you to handle it on your own.”
The next whimper sounded almost like a whine, but he tossed the cock rings onto the side table so she could see he’d done as she asked. The zip of ripping foil promised he would protect her, and then he was there, stretching and filling her. She almost lost it with his first thrust. Her moan blended with his satisfied grunt.
“I’m not sure I won’t disappoint you. I need you so much, Ma’am.”
She chuckled despite the raging fire inside her. “Then you better be creative and find a way to make me come in a hurry.”
He sat back and pulled her onto his thighs. One hand found her clit while the other wandered upward to tweak and tug at her nipples. Suddenly, he went still. “Look up, my goddess.”
Kat opened her eyes. Somehow they had ended up facing the mirrored closet. His pale skin contrasted sharply with her tan. Corded muscles stood out in his arms where he cradled her, and the sheen of her desire glistened on her shaven mound. Broad shoulders extended beyond hers, reminding her that he chose to bow to her commands. She could not make him obey.
“You’re breathtaking, Ma’am.”
The look in his eyes belied her earlier assessment. She could make him do anything. All she had to do was ask. “Fuck me, puppy. Make me come like you promised—hard and fast.”
John groaned and buried his face against her throat for a moment. When he looked up, desire raged in his blue eyes. “Watch us. See the way your nipples draw up tight, demanding my attention?” To prove his point, he pinched her firmly, elongating the sensitive tips before one hand slid downward again to play between her legs. He rocked her, stroking her with his cock as his middle finger teased her clit. “You’re so wet and tight.” Without warning, he shoved her forward and jerked his cock from her channel.
Kat shuddered at the loss, breathless. “I didn’t give you permission to stop.”
“Then please come before I embarrass myself.” He grabbed the pillows from the head of the bed and wedged them under her hips. His cock slammed deep once more, and he braced himself with an arm beside her shoulder. His weight teased against her but never settled fully as if he feared crossing some hidden line. Talented fingers played her clit in a desperate attempt to trigger her orgasm. He drove in and out, adjusting subtly with each thrust until she arched as he hit her G-spot.
Once he’d found what he wanted, he fucked her without restraint. Each inward thrust pounded his cock head against her hidden nerves. “Will you watch us in the mirror?”
The request had her twisting her head to look. Sweat shone on his forehead and over her body. Blood roared beneath his skin turning him red for her pleasure. Tension built and she relished the fact that he held back because she had asked him to. He pounded deeper, his hips slapping against her ass. Reaching back, she dug her fingernails into his still swollen backside and wrung a cry from him. His cock swelled even thicker. She could no longer hold out no matter how much she wanted to test him. Euphoria wiped out nearly everything beyond the clench and release of her pussy, but still she heard her own scream as his cum surged and pulsed into the condom. John collapsed on her back for a fleeting second before rolling away to toss the condom in the garbage and clean up with a few tissues.
She had only just begun to recover when he swept her into his arms and cuddled her close. “Are you all right, Ma’am? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, puppy. You were great.”
They lay in one another’s arms saying nothing for quite a while. Kat wondered if he had fallen asleep. Then he spoke. “Why ‘puppy’?”
“Will you laugh if I tell you?”
“Depends. Will you punish me later if I do?”
She twisted to see his face. “Of course not. I would never punish you for something that you had no control over.”
He stuck his lip out in mock pout. “In that case, I won’t laugh—not on purpose anyway.”
When the meaning of his words sank in, she squeezed him tight. “When I first saw you, you looked like a lost pup. Then you demonstrated loyalty beyond personal pleasure, and you followed me home. What else would I call you?”
He didn’t answer for the longest time then finally cleared his throat. “Since I followed you home, can you keep me?”
The urge to say yes nearly overcame years of caution, but she’d been burned too many times. Still, the eagerness in John’s eyes tugged at her heart. “How about we get through the rally and see where it goes from there?”
He nodded but she almost tasted his hurt at what he had to see as rejection. Kat sat up and waited until he looked at her. She stroked the rigid line of his jaw, coaxing him to relax. “I don’t ordinarily do this; in fact, you’re the first in a long time, so I’m a little freaked out by how much I want you curled up beside me with your head in my lap after a long day. I hate the unknown, so I hesitate to pledge more than the week. I won’t make promises I might not be able to keep.”
Merriment returned to his face and she let him tug her back down to his chest. “Can I make a suggestion?”
“Sure.”
“I’ll follow you home. You can keep me or not, but like any stray dog, you won’t get rid of me easily.”
God, he was so sweet he stole her breath. She snuggled closer, her hand circling his cock, stroking him firmly. “Here, boy. Up!” His dick thickened and a deep groan of pleasure rewarded her efforts. With a chuckle, she pressed a kiss to his smooth chest and smiled. More content than she’d been in a very long time, she nipped the small bud of his nipple then soothed it with her tongue as he arched beneath her.
“Such a good puppy.”
Public Adoration
Jonas Wright reached for his wife’s hand as they crossed Lazelle Street, but she ignored him. He’d hoped Bike Week would give him a chance to show Connie how much she meant to him. Seven full days away from everyone—no friends, no kids, only a half a million strangers, amazing motorcycles, and some of the most spectacular natural scenery he had ever seen—should have given them a chance to reconnect. Unfortunately, it hadn’t happened, and they had to leave in two days.
Once they reached the sidewalk, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest. Rich brown hair lay in a thick braid down her back, and the faint scent of some exotic flower teased his senses. The swell of her firm backside against his cock jerked him to attention. His beautiful wife had cut him off for too long. Silencing a groan, he nudged her with a gentle bump of his hips. “Come on, sweetheart. Relax.”
She spun away from him, her ever-present Spanish pride spar
king in her eyes. “Don’t tell me to relax. I saw you flirting with that skinny white girl.”
“I did not. She was friendly ’cause she wanted a tip. What was I supposed to do?”
“Not stare at her size 2 rear end.”
“I didn’t—never mind. You won’t believe me anyway.” He took her elbow and guided her through the crowd to their bike. “Let’s go for a ride. I hear Spearfish Canyon’s pretty.”
He dug his sunglasses out of the windshield pouch while she bent to the saddlebag to switch from sandals to boots.
“…fat ass.”
He almost missed the whisper, but his sensitive wife didn’t. Tears welled in her amber eyes. God damn it! He didn’t even have to search the crowd for the perpetrators. Two wannabe bikers stared at Connie’s rounded backside. He grabbed the closest one and shoved him across the sidewalk until he slammed into a brick wall. The moron’s friend followed but hung back. “You will apologize to my wife before my steel toe boot crushes your worthless nuts.”
The guy’s eyes widened. “Sorry, man. It was a compliment. Honest, I didn’t mean for her to hear.”
“So does calling women fat get you laid often, idiot?”
“I didn’t—shit—yeah, I did, but you must not have heard everything. I think you’re a lucky man.” He looked desperately toward his buddy. “Tell him, Ben.”
The other man nodded. “He said he liked a woman with curves like that tappable…I mean…beautiful fat ass.”
Jonas glanced toward his wife. She stood with her back to him, hiding embarrassment or tears. The pricks were right. Connie was gorgeous. Her family had emigrated from Barcelona the year she was born, but still she represented the sultry and passionate beauty of her heritage in spades. Unfortunately, she no longer believed him when he told her he loved her body as much as he adored her spirit. Three kids and twelve years separated her from the delicate girl he’d met in high school, but he found her as attractive or maybe more than he had at eighteen. Too bad he couldn’t make her believe him.
Without another word, he walked away. Getting arrested for fighting would not help his cause or his wallet. He put his arms around Connie’s waist and brushed a kiss over her high cheekbone. “They’re dumbasses. Ignore them.”
She jerked away.
With a sigh he swung onto the bike and waited for someone to let him out. He backed into the flow of traffic, careful to maneuver the elongated front end of his chopper away from the decked-out Harley and sidecar parked too close. She got on behind him but did not hug him like she would have a year ago. So often since her mother’s death, she held herself aloof. He missed her casual touches and the smile that made him weak in the face of her femininity. He didn’t care if she’d gained weight over the last several months; he just needed his wife back.
Connie shifted on the narrow passenger seat. She wanted to go home where people had social boundaries and didn’t voice their negative opinions aloud or wonder why her handsome husband was hanging out with a fat chick. She wiped useless tears on her shirt sleeve, but new ones kept falling.
When Jonas stopped to wait his turn at a four-way corner, the jerk he’d shoved against the wall ran toward their bike. Her husband stood with a growl, but the stranger ignored him and offered her a weak smile. “Listen, you heard wrong back there. I didn’t mean to insult you or your husband. I was out of line, but it really was a compliment.” A biker behind them gunned his engine, and the young man stepped back. “Seriously, you’ve got the hottest ass I’ve seen all week.”
She didn’t say anything as Jonas turned his chopper onto Lazelle toward I-90. Once he had safely merged into the stop and go traffic, she leaned forward so he could hear her above the noise. “I wish you hadn’t done that.”
He turned until his mouth almost touched her ear. “What? I didn’t do anything.”
Self-pity grew stronger. “He wouldn’t have apologized if he hadn’t been afraid of you.”
Jonas shook his head and didn’t answer. She sounded unstable, but she couldn’t seem to help it. He grew more handsome every year. In high school he’d bordered on skinny, but by the time he finished a three-year stint in the army, he’d filled out to become the thick-chested man he still was. Dark blond waves covered his head, and his hazel eyes made her hungry for his kiss. The man could not get better looking if he tried.
On the other hand, she hated the way her body looked. Food had become a solace as she nursed her mother through months of surgeries and chemo after cervical cancer had spread to her lungs. The antidepressants the doctor had prescribed to help Connie when her mom lost the battle had evened out her mood, but she’d gained weight that would not go away no matter how much she worked out.
Tears threatened again, and she blinked into the wind. Over and over again Jonas assured her the extra pounds didn’t matter, but they had to. Although he claimed to want her still, she saw the way his friends and family looked at her. His man-hater of a mother had even warned her if she didn’t lose the weight soon, her son would leave just as his father had years before.
Lost in her thoughts, she barely noticed him pull to the side of the narrow canyon road. He patted her leg to get her attention and pointed high up the pine covered rock wall. A narrow stream of water splashed downward. “It’s called Bridal Veil Falls. It’s supposed to be spectacular in the spring, but it’s still pretty cool, don’t you think?”
His words brought her back to the moment and the breathtaking scenery around them. The air was cooler in the shadows of the canyon. The peace of the place demanded she focus on the loving man in front of her and the stunning bounty of God’s artistry. “It’s beyond words.”
He turned toward her, and his smile faded. “Why do you look like you’ve been crying?”
She shook her head though he’d know she lied. “The wind. I forgot my sunglasses at the campground.”
Taking his own off, he settled them over her ears. “Can’t have that.”
Her heart swelled with love. Always considerate, he never hesitated to think of her before himself. “I can’t take these. You won’t be able to see.”
“It’s fine.” He opened his windshield bag and pulled out the goggles he wore in the rain or on high pollen days. It took him seconds to switch the clears for tinted lenses.
“You hate those.”
“Yeah, but I have a thing against my princess looking like a frog.” He slipped the strap over his head and adjusted it. The mirrored finish gave him a distinctive bug-eyed appearance.
She couldn’t help but laugh when he wiggled his eyebrows and croaked at her.
He tugged her off balance and against his chest. “Give this frog a kiss. Maybe I’ll turn into a prince.”
“Not possible.” Reaching up she ran her thumb over his lips. He could not become something he already was by nature, but telling him so would embarrass him. Although he never hesitated to kiss her or tell her he loved her, any sentiment she voiced aloud sent him stumbling to change the subject. “There’s no way I’m kissing a toad in public. What would people think?”
“They’d think I was a damned lucky amphibian.” A light switched on in his head, and everything came clear. Uncertainty darkened her eyes, and she shifted her gaze to the narrow river flowing beside the road instead of looking at him. She’d implied time and again that people judged her unworthy of him, which was dumb as shit, but maybe he needed to show her the truth—publicly. More men than not considered him blessed to have her in his bed. Hell, even the dumbass in town had said as much. Perhaps his gorgeous wife needed a demonstration of how much he adored her. Telling her hadn’t seemed to work.
He brushed a kiss over her cheek. “Do you want to go for a walk here or keep riding?”
“Let’s ride. Give me a second to grab my coat, but I want to see the rest.”
Jonas waited for her to add a layer to accommodate the breeze and shade of the Black Hills then swung back onto the road before he started plotting. A few beers, a pit stop to buy supplies, an
d careful timing would either break through her shell or get him booted out permanently. He prayed it wouldn’t be the latter.
***
Jonas chuckled as Connie crawled out of the tent less than ten minutes after they arrived at their campsite. Gone were the jeans and riding boots. In their place she wore a pair of soft cotton shorts and flip-flops. She collapsed on the edge of the picnic table and leaned back on her hands. Her full, so damned suckable breasts pushed against the confines of her T-shirt. Three beers and his conservative wife slipped into seductress mode. Exactly what he had hoped. He handed her another can as he sat down to unlace his riding boots. “Did you have fun today, sweetie?”
“Si. More than expected.” She slid off the table and came to stand before him. “Need help?”
“If you’re offering.” He leaned back and lifted his leg so she could pull off the loosened boot. She surprised him by straddling his thigh, her sexy backside toward him. He couldn’t resist caressing the firm globes.
Instead of pulling away, she grinned at him over her shoulder before moving on to the second foot.
When the boot came free, he pulled her onto his lap and snuggled his face into her warm neck. Her crack settled over him, and his cock stood up and partied. “God, you smell good.”
Her soft murmur of acceptance freed him to slide his hands up her belly to cup her breasts. He kneaded her tits, pressing them together, while nibbling the sensitive spot on her neck that drove her wild. “I love you, Connie.” Releasing her, he grabbed the hem of her top and whipped it over her head, tossing it in the general direction of their tent.
She groaned. “Someone might come. Let’s go inside.”
