by A. J. Downey
She was as sweet as pie and I was hard to the point of pain. Her lifting my shirt, placing her cool, satin palms against my heated skin did nothing to quench my desire and everything to fuel it. I devoured her, pulling her tight against me, and I couldn’t help myself, gripping her ass to do it.
She gave a little leap, wrapping her legs around my hips and I groaned, turning to lay her on the neatly made bed. I ground my raging hard on into her out of that sheer animal need to just – god!
I tore my mouth from hers.
“What?” she gasped. “What is it?”
“Are you sure? Because if you’re not sure, I gotta stop now.”
She stared up at me, chest heaving for several breaths. One breath, two breaths; three breaths – I was just about to lift myself off of her when she committed.
“Yes! Yes, I’m sure.”
“Hayley,” my voice held warning. “No going back, little one.”
“No going back. I want this.”
I stripped my shirt off over my head and groaned, “Touch me,” before returning my mouth to hers. She kissed me, her hands smoothing along my ribs, along my back, delving beneath the waistband of my jeans and shorts to grip my ass and pull me into her body harder. I heard a thump and then another as she toed off her sneakers behind my back.
I followed her lead, but rather than going down, I went up. Sticking my hands beneath the hem of her sweatshirt and touching more of her skin, warm against my hands and so soft it nearly drove me mad. I backed off of her and went to my knees beside the bed. Pushing her shirt up out of the way so I could put my mouth on her skin. Tasting, sucking; kissing along her stomach while I toed out of my own boots, glad they were cooperating.
“More skin,” she gasped, begging me, and I was on the same page. I helped her sit up and lifted the sweatshirt over her head, tossing it onto my floor. It looked better there anyways.
My mouth I returned to her skin while her fingers threaded into my hair, pressing me to her body. My hands I blindly used to strip off her socks so I could get to her pants. I slid my fingertips along the soft material of her yoga pants, up the outsides of her legs while I kissed the side of her throat and practically dry humped her. The heat between us was explosive, and I needed inside of her but I wanted to give her time. Enough to make sure she was absolutely sure.
Her hands working my belt’s tongue free of its buckle answered that. She was as desperate to have me inside of her as I was to be there. Jesus the amount of self-control it took to fish the box of condoms out of the bag and rip it open. The speed with which I gloved my cock in latex set some kind of new record.
Hayley had crawled up onto the bed properly while I’d rolled the condom down my length, my fingertips where I pinched the reservoir at the top slipping against the pre-cum seeping from its head. I’d gotten it started down my length and rolled it down completely, watching her, watching me.
She still had on her sports bra and panties, her fingertips dipping into the front of the waistband of the simple black cotton bikini-briefs. She teased herself, eyes aglow with the dark light of passion and I felt myself twitch. I reached for her bra and lifted it up over her head. She raised her arms and I tossed it aside, letting it hit the floor with the rest.
I stood and pushed my boxers and jeans off the rest of the way while she skimmed her panties down her legs. I got up onto the bed and wrapped my arms around her thighs, pulling her down the bed, settling between her legs. She watched me, face impassive, yet accepting. She arched her hips. Offering herself, and that was definitely one offer that I couldn’t refuse. I climbed up her body and settled over her, my face hovering over hers, my eyes staring into hers as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Please,” she whimpered and I lined myself up at her opening, pressing into her wet heat slowly. God, agonizingly slowly, letting her adjust to me, making sure that it wasn’t too much all at once.
She whimpered and writhed underneath me and it was the sexiest damn thing I’d had a woman do. Her hands on my shoulders as her body gripped me, milked me; tried to pull me in deeper.
My body met hers flush and I bowed my head, kissing her for all I was worth. Working myself in and out of her in tight short strokes that stimulated us both and kept us on the very edge of things.
“Blue,” she murmured, her voice begging me.
“What you need, baby? Just tell me what you need.” She gasped, breath coming in sweet little pants.
“Harder, faster!”
I did as she asked, stroking long and deep, striking a fulfilling rhythm for the both of us. I twined my fingers with hers and rocked in and out of her, pressing her hands to the pillows on either side of her head, stretching her arms above her head, grinding a bit, changing pace and angle, looking for what was a hit and what was a miss.
I finally let her go, getting up on my knees; an arm beneath her lower back to support her. I was in deep, but our bodies separate, holding her so I had the room to use my other hand, drifting it over her body, teasing the planes and valleys with light fingertips. She moaned and arched back, giving herself up to me and I promised her, silently, she wouldn’t be disappointed.
I pressed my fingers against her body and slid my thumb between us, slicking the pad through her wetness and teasing her clit. She let out a deep, throaty moan and arched harder, riding me.
Her pussy tightened around me and I grit my teeth, determined to make her come before me.
“That’s it, baby, tighter. There you go,” I encouraged and she cried out. She was wound up so tight, I knew it was only a matter of time, I just had to hold out a little bit longer which was easier said than done. My balls were drawing tight, that telltale tingling at the base of my spine starting. I was shaking with the effort to hold her up and hold back. Her body flared around mine and I knew it, and then she crashed, the tension falling out of her body as if her strings were cut. Her pussy tightened up and throbbed around my dick pulsating in that way that was a siren’s call. I couldn’t hold back. I couldn’t help myself, I came with her in one of the most perfect unions between two people that the universe could witness.
Chapter 14
Hayley
I lay at peace and content in the circle of Blue’s arms and drowsed with my cheek against the swell of his chest. He held me, stroking his fingertips lightly across my skin as if he needed to keep touching me to assure himself that I was really real, and that I was really here.
It was perfect. Almost too perfect, but I wasn’t willing to let the feeling go.
“What’s your name?” I asked quietly.
“Blue,” he answered automatically.
I giggled and looked up at him, “No, your real name…”
“That is my real name now, you want to know my birth name but my road name is and always will be more important to me.”
“Fair enough,” I murmured nodding.
We were silent for a long, long time and his arm tightened around me, pressing me into a one armed hug around my shoulders, his lips descending onto the top of my hair.
“Joseph,” he said. “My birth name is Joseph Barry.”
“That’s not bad at all, why do you hate it?” I said it before I could really think about the consequence of asking. He stilled under me and sighed slightly.
“It was my grandfather’s name on my father’s side. A mean, drunk son of a bitch. He made my father into the same. I came from a long line of drunk abusive assholes on my pop’s side.”
“Oh, I’m sorry…”
“Not your fault.” He paused then went on, surprising me. “Kicked out when I was seventeen, hooked up with the club by the time I was twenty-two. In and out for petty crimes. No felonies, just a bunch of misdemeanor possession charges. Weed, mostly.”
He swallowed audibly and I stared at our hands where they rested on his stomach, fingers twined.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, and I felt his pain keenly. The pain of having nowhere to belong, and no family.
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�Hey,” he took his hand from mine and cupped my cheek. I craned my head back to look at him. “It’s okay. I found the club, and Cell. Yeah, I made mistakes but I’m right where I’m supposed to be… I found you.”
I pushed myself up and climbed his strong body, straddling his hips over the sheet and kissed him. I could feel him grow firm against me and I broke the kiss long enough to draw back and see the desire in his eyes.
I reached for the condom this time and stood up on my knees so he could move the sheet. He did, with one hand, the other he played against my body, sliding a finger then two inside me. I paused and closed my eyes, my hips jerking.
He played my body expertly, the music he made with my sighing breath and whining, begging moans for more was incredible. I gripped him in my hand and stroked him, the condom temporarily forgotten in my other hand.
“Tear it open, put it on, or I might not be able to contain myself.” His words were honest and sent a shiver of anticipation through me. I did as he bid, tearing open the wrapper, rolling it onto his length slowly with both hands. He was long without being overly thick. Somewhere between seven and nine inches, I’d imagine. I was never really good at measuring things by eye.
I felt every single hot inch of him as I eased down onto him. His hands gripped my hips, kneading my ass, his eyes staring deep into my soul. His body and mind touching every vulnerable and intimate part of me with a satisfying caress. I rolled my hips, and his eyes slipped shut. He groaned and I couldn’t help but smile, my confidence boosted by the fact that I could do that to him. Me, make him moan, like that.
“Oh, baby…” he breathed and I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, moving over him slowly. Riding him gently. The passion building between us a slow burn. Heating up slowly to a rolling boil, the pleasure effervescing up from my core and out along every nerve ending.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.
“I want you.”
“Tell me something dark, something sweet; something you’ve never told anyone else.”
I swallowed hard and wracked my brain, wondering what deep and dark desire of mine that I had to impart, wondering what I could tell him that would satisfy him.
“I’ve never tried it any other way but this way, and the way we were before. I… I want to try something new.”
“Arms around my neck,” he instructed gently and sat up. I wrapped them around his shoulders and neck, my legs slightly uncomfortable with the added pressure but it wasn’t for long. He put his hands under my ass, and twisted so he sat on the edge of the bed, bending forward and standing in one fluid motion as if I barely weighed anything at all.
“Hold onto me,” he urged, his strained voice the only giveaway that this was tough for him. He backed me against the wall and I crossed my ankles behind his back. I couldn’t believe how deep this forced him into my body. I thought riding him had felt deep, but this?
He drove up into me, and slid his hands along the outsides of my thighs, hitching me up higher.
“Uncross your ankles.”
I did and he changed the position of his arms, winding them from the insides of my thighs until my legs were draped over them. He lifted me then, moving me up and down on his dick, penetrating me deeply, the sensation incredible. I felt weak but held on strong, trusting that he wouldn’t drop me.
“Oh my god,” I gasped and he grunted, and it sounded suspiciously like agreement.
Pleasure swirled tight in my belly, and I tightened up around him.
“Oh, baby like that. Just like that.”
I bit my lower lip and tried harder, gripping around him until he had a hard time thrusting. The head of his cock touching deep, teasing and torturing that secret place inside me. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the sensation of him and tried to warn him.
“Blue, I’m going to come…”
He turned me from the wall and walked me back to the bed, letting me fall back onto it. He stood by it, lifting my hips bodily and moving me up and down on him. I sucked in a sharp breath and fell anyways, out of my body, down, down, down, into a pool of standing pleasure as warm as bathwater.
He grunted, thrusting sharply but without synch into me, bottoming out. Every time he touched my cervix goosebumps flowing over my skin until I shuddered and gasped with another orgasm, only slightly less intense than the one he’d just given me.
He reached between us and I shivered as he withdrew from me, holding the full condom on himself. He closed his eyes, the beatific expression on his face as he pulled from me, overly sensitive himself. He stripped the condom from his still hard, but flagging, cock and threw it in the little trashcan by the bed.
He held out a hand and helped me up, lifting the blankets for me to get back into the bed. I did and he climbed in after me, immediately pulling me into the protective barrier of his body which he’d insisted on keeping between me and the door.
We lay together, panting, coming down together. I rested my head against his shoulder and he pressed it to him and his lips to my hair. This was bliss. This is what I had always wanted on the surface, and for the first time that I could recall, I didn’t feel deep down inside, that it was a lie. There was something in his eyes when he looked at me that gave me no doubt that he felt for me as I did him and I think that is what bothered me about Cell.
I pulled myself closer into Blue’s side and let my leg drift over his. He put a hand on my thigh and didn’t hesitate to haul my leg up his body, over him more, so that there was more of me in contact with his skin, draped along his body.
“I hope that one day, Cell will be on the other side of you,” he muttered and his voice was rough with raw emotion.
“I don’t understand him,” I confessed. “I also don’t understand why you’re with him.”
“I’m not honestly sure I could explain it, Hayley.”
“I mean, I know I haven’t asked but are you two...” I drifted off and groped for the right word.
“Lovers? No. Not like you and I are now… Cell fucks me, but I don’t fuck him. He’s not into that.”
I frowned, “But you are?”
“Not when it first started, no. I don’t think I’d let any other man near me like that. It started in prison as a sort of necessity… but then things changed. My feelings about it, and about him changed.”
“It’s a little overwhelming, I mean…”
“It’s not normal?” He asked, plucking the thought from my head as if out of thin air. He huffed a bit of a bitter laugh and asked the all too important question. “What is normal?”
I swallowed hard and said, “Good question.”
“All I can tell you is what I know, and how I deal with it and that is, I just go with it. If it feels right, I do it. If it feels good, I do it a lot more. If it doesn’t I fight it and I stop it… but I don’t not try.”
“Otherwise, how would you know if you liked it or not?” I asked.
“Hmm, smart and pretty,” he said and I could hear the smile in his voice.
I laughed lightly and murmured, “I know I like this… I like it a lot.” I cuddled into his side and he sighed contentedly.
“Then please tell me you’ll keep doing it, and that you’ll try new things…”
“I think that sounds reasonable.”
“I’m glad, because I really, really like you Hayley. I have for a long, long time.”
There was a solid foundation of truth to his words, the sound of it a comforting thing, soothing, and I felt some tension bleed from my muscles as if I had set a heavy burden I hadn’t even realized I’d been carrying, down.
“You’re a lot braver and stronger than you give yourself credit for.”
“How do you figure?”
“To be willing to trust me, to do this with me after the things that have happened to you… to be willing to explore your sexuality with us… that’s kind of incredible, babe.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell him I’d thought of that, and had already come to the conclusi
on that if things went badly, that the most likely outcome would be that just I was hurt again. I was sick to death of feeling so lonely and none of the guys who had hit on me at the diner were like Blue… none of them had ever given me the feeling that they could and would care back and I honestly didn’t want just sex. I wanted it all… a relationship and unconventional as it may be, Blue and Cell had offered me just that.
Well, at least Blue had. Cell was still a mystery. I couldn’t ever tell one way or the other just how he felt. He was hard to understand but I was betting that like Blue, and like even me, he had a history behind that.
“Turn out the light?” I asked.
“Sure, anything else?”
“Yeah, don’t let me go…”
“Hm,” the sound was amused, “Never gonna happen.”
I really, really, liked the sound of that.
Chapter 15
Duracell
They were both in a sexed out bliss coma. Blue was out so hard he hadn’t even heard me open up the door.
I stood by the bed, the blue, indirect light from the shop falling across them through the high window of Blue’s room, falling across them in bars from the open slats of the venetian blinds.
A slight smile curved her lips and Blue looked probably as contented as I’d ever seen him.
Well, it was time to fuck that up. I nudged him and he jumped, immediately looking down at her where she rested against his chest to make sure she was still asleep. She was out like a fucking traffic light. Nothing short of a full frontal assault was gonna wake her up and don’t think I hadn’t thought of that.
I took a certain perverse pleasure in defiling pure things. I was just kind of an evil son of a bitch like that by conventional standards.
“Congrats on sealing the deal,” I said low and soft.
Blue glared at me and let out a breath. His eyes communicated daggers of annoyance which just fed my amusement.
