He let me go and took my hand. We continued down the path along the beach and I suddenly realized how many people were there. They had all but disappeared from my perception as Stone and I talked. We walked down the beach and then crossed Highway 1, the Pacific Coast Highway, and found a place a few blocks away from the beach. It was about what you’d expect, a casual but clean and bright seafood bar and grill, and though Stone wasn’t known as a regular, he seemed to have been to the place many times before.
“Don’t even look at the menu. Fish and chips,” he told me as we were seated.
“Um, okay. I’ll have what he’s having,” I told the waitress.
“Two fish and chip baskets and two Fat Tires,” he told her. Bobby ordered for me sometimes when we went out but it was a form of control. Often, he’d order me salads or low calorie meals even though he professed to love my full figure. I didn’t get that from Stone. It wasn’t about control. It was about showing off a place he apparently loved to eat. He wanted me to have a good experience. I was glad I followed his advice.
We made small talk while we waited, sipping our beers after they came. When I wasn’t being defensive, trying to avoid hearing the truth part of me didn’t want to hear, I found Stone easy to talk to. He was easy going and engaging. Again, he made me feel important, talking with me instead of at me. Our food showed up quickly and we dug in.
“This is really good,” I told him as I bit into the fillet dipped in the homemade tartar sauce.
“Told you,” he said. The Fat Tire beer, something I had never tried, was really good too. Much tastier than the big name beers most of the guys in the club drank regularly.
“The beer is good too,” I added.
“Better than that swill the guys drink at the clubhouse. Life’s too short to drink cheap beer,” he told me. I laughed. I got the impression that philosophy went beyond just beer.
“I noticed you have your stash in the back of the fridge,” I said. Most of the beer kept in there was run of the mill stuff you’d see advertised during a football game. If it was on sale, the boys would drink it. I’d never heard of most of the stuff Stone drank and it changed regularly, all small microbrew stuff and all dark. Same with his cigars. The guys smoked cigars that they bought at convenience stores that smelled mostly like burning grass. Stone smoked dark cigars that actually smelled good.
“I’m a snob. I like fine things. I won’t drink cheap beer, smoke a machine made cigar, ride a stock bike or be with a woman I don’t find interesting,” he said. I frowned. I wasn’t interesting and I told him as much.
“I’m not an interesting woman. I’m anything but interesting,” I said.
“You’re wrong. I’ve got good taste, I should know. You’re more interesting than you realize. Physically, you’re just what I look for,” he began but didn’t elaborate. “But there’s more to you. I can sense it. You sit there at the bar, watching things. You’ve got ideas. You’ve got opinions. I know it and I can’t wait to coax them out of you. There’s a lot of stuff I can’t wait to coax from you,” he said, the statement full of promise.
“You’re not like any man I’ve ever met,” I said, at a loss for anything more substantial to say.
“I’m a renaissance man,” he told me. I looked at him sideways as I tried to decide if Stone was toying with me. I decided he wasn’t.
“You’re different, that’s for sure,” I replied. He smirked at me, that self-assured and rather cute half smile he wore often. I smiled back at him. This was so out of my range of experiences but I liked it. I went from a place of physical abuse and neglect to a place of borderline disdain. I was barely an adult yet every experience I’d had told me I was unimportant and disposable. I yearned for something else but I never thought I’d find it...or that I even deserved it. I didn’t even know how to go about finding it. Stone was showing me the way.
We ate and our conversation turned to small talk again, unimportant things that didn’t delve too deeply. I didn’t reveal much about my past and neither did he. I, for one, was afraid if Stone found out where I had come from, he’d change his mind about me. It was stupid but I couldn’t help it. That’s what I had learned and how I had lived...afraid.
Once we finished eating and we had drained the pint glasses of beer, we walked back to Stone’s bike. It was early evening by the time we left Huntington Beach. We rode through the sprawling city on freeways that were still crowded but flowed freely. Even though we made better time, it was almost dark by the time we made it back.
Stone never asked if I was coming home with him. He had made his feelings quite clear. I never said I would go home with him but I guess I made my feelings clear too. I didn’t say no. We never went back to the garage. We went straight to Stone’s home and I should have guessed it wouldn’t be what I expected. We parked in front of an older house on an acre or two of land. Most of the surrounding properties had horses mulling about.
We climbed off the bike and as we approached an old ranch style house, I couldn’t help but comment. “Not what I expected,” I said.
“Suits me. Plenty of room, mostly peaceful and quiet and no one complains about what I do for a living,” he replied. That sounded ominous.
“And what do you do?” I wondered.
“I’m a welder and part time metal sculptor,” he replied as we approached the front door. I was curious but there was time for that later. We entered the house and I found it was rather normal. It wasn’t the height of designer decor but it wasn’t your typical bachelor pad either. But still, among the department store furnishings there were hints about the man. A surfboard hung over the fireplace. A half dismantled carburetor sat on the dining room table. A men’s magazine featuring a well-endowed young woman was mixed in with copies of Guns & Ammo and Iron Horse on the coffee table.
“So, we're here,” I said to break the awkward silence. Awkward on my part anyway.
“You’re a master of the obvious,” he teased me playfully. “No need to be nervous, Maria,” he added.
“Sorry, I’m just...I don’t know,” I replied.
“Want a drink?” he asked. I did, but I didn’t.
“No, I’m fine. I...I really enjoyed today,” I told Stone. He turned as we stood in the middle of the living room and slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him. He looked down at me, staring into my eyes.
“I want you, Maria. I know you hardly know me and I hardly know you but I know what I want. You’re beautiful,” he said.
“Stone, I...,” I began, my instinct to argue the point trying to take over. I took a deep breath and followed my heart instead. “I’m yours,” I said. The emotions rushed in, good and bad. I was excited and aroused but at the same time, I knew this was dangerous. Bobby and his probable reaction couldn’t be ignored. But part of me wanted to do this to spite him. The prospect of facing Bobby’s ire, of telling him we were through and I wouldn’t be his lap dog anymore was frightening yet it lent an edge to the experience. Stone and I were playing with fire and I found that exciting.
Stone bent but instead of kissing my lips, he kissed my neck as he brushed my black hair aside. I giggled despite myself as his lips and beard tickled my soft flesh. He worked his way down, settling his face between my ample cleavage. He seemed to delight in my soft breasts. He lifted his head and stared at me, his excitement evident on his face and against my body below.
“I’ve got to see you naked,” he growled. I still would hardly let Bobby have sex with me unless the lights were off. With Stone, I didn’t care. Hell, I wanted the lights on. Bobby claimed to enjoy my body but he didn’t act like it very often. In Stone’s eyes, I could see his desire. I could feel it in his touch and in his kisses. Damn, he made me feel sexy and desirable, like I mattered, like I was worth his affection.
I pushed Stone away and gave him what he wanted, thrilled at revealing myself to him. I drank in his obvious desire like I’d been wandering the desert without water...and in a way, I had been. I peeled off my shi
rt and then pushed my jeans down my legs. I wasn’t trying to be sexy or put on a show. I was just trying to get my fucking clothes off. My panties and bra followed, my breasts spilling forth. Finally, I stood naked under Stone’s gaze, awaiting his judgement.
“You’re eager. I like that. More beautiful than I could imagine too. That’s what a real woman looks like. That’s what the girl of my dreams looks like,” he said and swept me up into his arms as if I was nothing. I laughed as I held on tight for fear of Stone buckling under the stress. It was a ridiculous thought. Stone wasn’t big and muscled up but he was still plenty strong.
He carried me naked down the hall and into his bedroom. There, Stone lay me on his bed and undressed himself as I watched. The sleeve of tattoos on his left arm continued onto his left upper back and chest, a cacophony of images and color. Despite his full beard, his only significant hair was a patch of dark hair on his chest. Between his legs, Stone was as bare as I was. He was rather well-endowed as well. I felt the need to please this man, to show him I was worthy of his desire. There would be none of that, however.
“Spread your legs, Maria,” he said. I did, covering my soft mound in a bout of modesty. Stone reached out and pulled my hands away. The look in his eyes took my breath away. Then Stone knelt, pushed my thighs wide and his lips met my velvet folds. But it was his big beard that added a whole new dimension to the act.
“Oh shit!” I exclaimed as Stone did a number on me. I have had a man go down on me but not like this. This wasn’t obligatory or forced. This wasn’t just a prelude to another act. Stone ravished me, his desire driving him as he brought me closer and closer to climax.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said at one point, lifting his head as he stroked my swollen and sopping sex. I meant to respond but two fingers slipped into me and Stone sucked my hot nub into his mouth. The words were lost to me as I arched and cried out.
“That feels so fucking good,” I exclaimed, echoing Stone’s words. He didn’t relent, however. Soon I was writhing and shuddering, screaming and shrieking, utterly out of control. I was lost in the pleasure Stone provided, but it was only the beginning. Stone took me on a roller coaster ride of passion and pleasure. This wasn’t foreplay. This as I’d discover was the main event.
“Jesus!” I screamed as another of countless climaxes ravaged me. I squirmed, my instinct to stop the madness. Thankfully, Stone wasn’t about to let me escape. He held my thigh firm as he continued to make love to my pussy with his mouth and fingers. I was covered in a sheen of perspiration, fighting for breath and woozy from the orgasms I’d lost count of. Still, Stone would not relent.
And I didn’t want him to. I’d rarely...okay, never...had a man focus on my pleasure like Stone was doing. I’d never come so many times in such a short amount of time. I’d never felt as if I couldn’t take anymore without losing my mind rather than just hoping it would be over with soon. But even I had my limits. Finally, as the room went black and I saw honest-to-goodness stars, I mustered the energy and will power to push Stone away and cover my steaming pussy.
“Enough! I get it,” I scolded him even as I giggled and shivered from the sensations still bouncing about inside. Stone smirked.
“What do you get?” he asked as he climbed onto the bed and lay next to me. It took me a moment to answer. I inhaled deeply and shook the cobwebs from my head.
“You like eating pussy,” I told him. He laughed.
“I like pleasing a woman. You’re...very expressive,” he said. I guess I was. My voice would be hoarse tomorrow.
“You can’t...um...I can’t handle anymore,” I said, the admission tinged with a bit of regret.
“That’s fine,” Stone said. I looked at him dubiously.
“Really?” I asked. Was he really satisfied with only giving me the ride of my life and not getting anything in return? That was too good to be true. Stone showed me that smirk. That’s what I thought. I sat up, with no small effort, then straddled Stone’s thighs. There was more than one way to show a man my appreciation.
“I like a woman that’s resourceful,” he said as I began to play with his dripping cock and swollen balls.
“Shut up,” I teased. Stone lay there as I stroked and caressed his manhood. Stone twitched in my hand. “You like that?” I asked, knowing full well he loved it.
“Nah, a pretty girl touching my junk doesn’t do much for me,” he replied sarcastically. I smiled despite myself at his offhand compliment. I took my time as Stone had with me. Soon, he was putty in my hands, gasping and shuddering as he neared climax. But I took my time getting him there, letting him ride the ragged edge of bliss.
“Ready to put on a show for me?” I asked. I was certainly ready to see the fruits of my labor. Stone could only nod. He held onto the bedspread for dear life as I quickened my pace. He was locked and loaded now, ready to fire. Then I felt Stone swell and his balls clench. He grit his teeth and bore down as his climax surged forth. A calm before the storm and then Stone roared. Suddenly, he exploded and I watched with delight as a surge of his seed flew higher than my head.
I laughed and giggled as I watched in wonder at this man succumbing to my torment and teasing, his orgasm as forceful as any I’d ever seen. Stone thrashed and cried out as his orgasm continued, now coming in less forceful spurts that covered my hands. It was over far too soon for my liking but that didn’t stop me from playing in the slippery mess. Stone, however, had become far too sensitive and was twitching as if plugged into a wall socket.
“I...can...hack it,” he told me, trying to let me indulge, but when I stroked him quickly, he pushed my hands away yelping like a little girl. “Okay, that’s enough,” he told me. I laughed and climbed next to Stone.
“Big pussy,” I teased. He smiled and kissed me. I kissed him back, no longer shocked at the feelings his kiss imparted. We shared a quiet moment, a soft kiss, until we both needed air. But already, the repercussions of what just happened were flooding my mind. Stone seemed to sense it.
“It will be okay, Maria. Trust me,” he said.
“I do. It won’t be easy,” I reminded him. Stone turned my head and forced me to look into his eyes.
“Nothing worth having ever is,” he told me. I suppose he was right. Still, I worried what Bobby would do when he found out...and he was sure to find out. It wasn’t going to be pretty. I just hoped Stone was a man of his word and he wouldn’t let me face Bobby alone. But how Bobby would react to Stone and me was just part of the danger that loomed. Bobby was bound and determined to cause even more trouble that threatened to tear everything apart.
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I spent the night with Stone. I couldn’t go back to Bobby but I somehow didn’t feel trapped. I was surprised at the attraction I felt for Stone and how quickly it had seized me. Stone was sexy but it was more than his looks. It was his attitude, his demeanor. He wasn’t a loud-mouthed, demanding...well, asshole, like Bobby. I knew I deserved better than Bobby. I knew it in my heart but my head got in the way. I heard my drunken stepfather telling me I was no good, I felt the pain of my mom’s indifference and my head screamed that Bobby was all that I could ever hope for.
Maybe I was clinging to Stone, desperate to get off the train to nowhere. He could be the ticket. Or he could be another dead end. I hadn’t seen Stone angry or drunk. I hadn’t seen him down. Would I become the focus of his rage or depression? Was I jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire? I couldn’t be sure and until I got to know Stone better, I had to trust my instincts. Besides, I knew what I had and it wasn’t good. Stone might have been an unknown but at least there was a chance things would be better with him.
My phone rang as I lay there in Stone’s bed...my bed, I suppose if I followed through with this. I picked it up and sure enough it was Bobby. It was just after five in the morning. I knew he was looking for me. He didn’t like it when he didn’t know where I was or what I was doing. I hesitated but finally answered the call. “Hey,” I greeted Bobby.
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�Where the fuck are you?” he demanded.
“I met a friend and we...we had a few drinks. I couldn’t drive,” I said. That wouldn’t do but it was all I could come up with.
“You’ve been gone since yesterday afternoon. No call, nothing. What the fuck, Maria? You insensitive bitch. This is total bullsh...,” he began scolding me. I’d heard it before. I was inconsiderate. That’s how it would start. Then he’d accuse me of sleeping with another man. He’d call me a liar and worse. I’d beg him to stop, plead with Bobby to believe me. Bobby continued to rant as I listened but Stone grabbed the phone and hung up on him.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“You don’t have to take that shit,” Stone replied.
“That will really piss him off, Stone. You don’t understand,” I said. The phone rang again. Stone looked at the phone and then back at me.
“Do you trust me?” he asked. I swallowed hard. I wanted to. I wanted to stop being afraid. I wanted to stop being so pathetic. But did I really trust him. My heart told me I should but my head screamed no. The phone stopped ringing as Stone waited for an answer from me. A moment later, my phone flared to life again. The ring tone sounded so angry and insistent though it was the same as always.
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