Throttle

by Sassie Lewis

  The sounds she was making were the final straw. Lifting her into my arms, I kicked the chair backward and placed Georgia onto the desk. She yelped before pulling a stapler from underneath her then threw the offending piece of office equipment across the room. Her little hands ripped the buttons from my shirt in her haste to open it. All the while, mine had been busy working on freeing my dick and fumbling with the condom.

  Flipping her skirt up, I was greeted with the sight of her wet curls. Holding onto her hips, I pulled her closer to the edge of the desk and rammed home.

  “Fuck!” There was no holding back my scream. Panting for breath, I looked down at the beauty splayed across my desk. “Don’t fucking move.”

  She blinked as she looked up at me, a knowing smile gracing her lips. The little vixen knew what she was doing to me. I might be close to the edge, but I wasn’t some young dude who didn’t know what he was doing. Reining myself back from the edge, I had it; I just needed a second to get it together. Five seconds and I was back in control. That was until the sneaky bitch put her fingers into her mouth, popping them out with an audible sound before she moved the wet digits down to her clit. Fascinated, I watched her rub small circles over her bud. When she pinched it between two fingers, I felt the effect it had on her. The internal muscles of her pussy rippled over my dick, and the feeling of her pleasure had a groan coming from my chest. If she’d thought I’d fucked her hard the other day, she was in for a surprise.

  My hips began to piston forward with the force of a battering ram. Her arms flew to hold the sides of the desk as it lifted from the ground. Little oomphs and moans panted past her lips in time with my movements, and she screamed as her cream gushed hotly over my cock. Gritting my teeth, I kept up my pace; I wasn’t ready to come yet.

  Pulling her legs from around my waist to place them into the crooks of my elbows, she wailed at the new angle. When her pussy fluttered around me that time, I was done for. My dick pulsed and twitched as stream after stream of cum shot into her. The sound of both of our releases filled the air.

  The force of my climax left me feeling light-headed. Falling forward, I rested my head against the pillow of her breasts. Through the blood pounding in my ears, I heard her thundering heart.

  My legs were shaking so hard I thought they were going to collapse from under me, but I didn’t want to move, not when Georgia’s fingers were massaging little circles over my scalp. The only other woman who’d ever done that to me was the hairdresser I saw a couple of times a year. Yeah, I go to a salon; I wasn’t letting the dude at the local barber run his fingers through my hair.

  I could’ve fallen asleep right there, her fingers keeping a slow pace as our hearts and breathing returned to normal. The scent of apples, along with my finally empty balls, was acting like the best sleeping pill I’d ever taken.

  “Sin, you can’t fall asleep on me.”

  “Shh, I’m comfy.” Her chest vibrated under my cheek as she giggled.

  “It might be for you, seeing you’re using me as a pillow, but I’m lying on a hard desk and I think I have one of your invoices stuck to my butt.”

  She was still giggling and I knew she didn’t have anything but me stuck to her ass. The cushiony goodness was snuggly against my balls and thighs, and there was definitely no paper there.

  “Just another minute, I’m trying to sleep here.”

  I wasn’t sure if the slap on my shoulder was meant to hurt or not, but it made me smile.

  “Sin, get up; my back’s starting to hurt.”

  “Hold your horses, woman. This is your fault to start with, walking in my office and acting all pissy. Cute was more like it.”

  “Oh, like I picked myself up and put me on your desk! Come on, big boy, you can do it. Just lift your head from my chest and stand up.”

  I was loving the playfulness of the moment. I had to think for a few seconds, but I was pretty sure I’d never done anything like it before. I’d talked to women after sex; I wasn’t that big a jerk, but I’d never just joked around with a woman.

  Not pulling my cock from her, I did a half pushup with my elbows and looked into her beautifully flushed face. Her hair cascaded over the end of the desk, bits of it sticking to her forehead. Brushing the strands away, I watched her smile change from playful to something softer. It was a smile I’d never seen a woman direct at me before. My fingers moved over the soft skin of her face to trace that smile.

  “God, you’re beautiful.”

  “Thank you.”

  Leaning forward, I kissed her, barely brushing our lips together. It was a slow meeting of mouths and tongues, a way I hadn’t done since the eighth grade. It was passionate but not fueled by need. Breaking from her taste, I looked into those pools of honey and for the first time in my life, I wanted to get to know a woman. Not fuck her but actually know something about her.

  Georgia’s nail traced the line of my brow.

  “You have the bluest eyes I have ever seen. I’d thought Tyson’s were blue until I saw yours. They remind me of those pictures of exotic getaway places. A picture which has you wanting to dive into that blue water and let all your worries float away on the current. What’s going on behind those blue eyes of yours, Sin?”

  “I want to see you again.”

  “Oh. Okay.”

  “I don’t think you get it…I’ve never dated.”

  “Okay. As in never?”

  “Never.”

  Pulling from her body, I grabbed a wad of tissues from the box that had somehow remained on the desk when pretty much everything else was on the floor. I was gonna have to buy a new computer; the screen of the ancient machine, which I’d been meaning to replace for the past two years, was shattered.

  Looking down at my flaccid cock, my hand froze and my eyes darted to Georgia’s wet cunt. In all the years I’d been screwing women, I’d never before had the condom break.

  “Fuck!”

  “Un-friggin’ believable. I am so not doing this again. I think you seriously need to go and get some professional help –”

  “Shit, Georgia. Stop, it’s not what you think.” I pulled her into my arms. She was still perched on my desk as my cock rubbed along her bare thigh, reminding me why I’d freaked in the first place. Fuck, shit, crap.

  “Please tell me you’re on the pill?”

  “Umm, no. Why?”

  Stepping back from her, I looked down at my cock. The “Oh, shit” told me she was seeing the same thing I was.

  “Yeah. Oh, shit…crap. I’m clean. I get tested every six months, and I’ve never not warn a condom…well, apart from Tyson’s mom, but shit.” I was babbling like a schoolgirl.

  Using the wad of issues balled up in my hand, I cleaned myself up. Looking toward Georgia, I watched her do the same thing, my stupid cock twitching with her graceful movements. There was something about watching Georgia wipe cum from her pussy. Knowing it came from me had the Neanderthal—as she’d called me—inside thumping his chest, grunting Mine.

  “What are we going to do?”

  I’d never been part of a we which didn’t include Tyson, so I was a little surprised she was asking me. “Isn’t there a pill or something you can take? You know, after.”

  “Yes, but I need to see a doctor first…I think…crap, I don’t know.”

  Her voice wobbled as tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. Scooping my phone off the floor, I moved back toward her and she buried her face against my chest. I could feel little hiccup-type movements every now and then as I searched through my contact list for my doctor.

  The receptionist answered on the second ring. I had a moment of relief, knowing I’d turned the woman on the phone down; I didn’t think taking Georgia there would have been a good idea if I’d slept with the receptionist who also happened to be the nurse.

  “Hey, Cher, is Doc available to speak with?”

  “Hold the line, Sin, and I’ll see if I can get him before he takes the next patient in.”

  While I listene
d to the elevator music, my hand ran circles over Georgia’s back. Even with the turmoil running through my head, I liked having her rest against me and taking comfort from my touch.

  “Morning, Sin. I have a minute before my next patient; how can I help you?”

  Doc always had time for me. Not only had he been seeing Tyson since he was a baby, he’d bought a bike from me when Throttle was just kicking off. Every time I went to see him about something, we’d end up talking about a great run to take a ride on.

  Explaining the situation, he said the following day was the earliest he could see us but it would be fine for what she needed to take.

  “So whom should I make the appointment for? Because I’ve never written that prescription for a man before.”

  “Georgia…umm…”

  “Caine…my surname is Caine.”

  I kissed her on the nose before ending my call with Doc.

  “We have an appointment at ten am tomorrow. Stay with me tonight and we’ll go to the doctor together, okay?”

  “You don’t have to come with me, Sin. You’ve got work and so do I.”

  “I don’t work Saturday; Max runs the place whenever I’m not here.”

  “I’m surprised your doctor even works Saturday. Most don’t.”

  “He doesn’t normally, but he’s known me for a while so he’s going in as a favor.”

  “Oh…I still can’t stay at your place. I’ve gotta work tonight. How about you pick me up at nine tomorrow?”

  My arms tightened around her and my teeth clenched. “Where are you working tonight?”

  “The bar—”

  “You are not fucking wearing that uniform ever again. Hot Rod’s is not a place you should be working at.” I didn’t move when she started pushing me away; it was the nipple cripple she gave which had me stepping back.

  “Shit, woman that hurt.”

  Jumping off the desk, her skirt fell back around her knees. I was so taking her shopping because the grandma clothes had to go. It was a sin to hide those thighs. Her hands went to her hips and that little foot started tapping. God, she was cute. When I reached forward, wanting to hold those hips in my own hands, she slapped at me.

  “Sin. Face is up here.”

  I grinned at her, and I could see her biting back her own smile.

  “God, you’re frustrating. I’m angry at you and you give me a smile which makes you look like a little boy…Umm, how old are you anyway?”

  “Thirty-eight. Guess I should be asking you that. You’re what, twenty-one, twenty-two?”

  “Actually, I’m twenty-four. I didn’t go straight to college; I was looking after my foster mom.”

  “What’s her name?”

  “Birdie Caine. I changed my name when I turned eighteen. Now stop distracting me. Sin, we barely know each other, so you can’t tell me what I can and can’t do…”

  “Yes, I can. If you’re pregnant with my baby—”

  “Okay, you do realize we’re going to get the morning-after pill, so that is a moot point. Besides…besides, that was just a stupid argument.”

  “Look, Georgia, I told you I want to see you, and I don’t want my woman working at that bar. I know the types of guys who go there.”

  She stared daggers at me.

  “Yeah, I know, because I was one of them. So now you’re not working there.”

  “Look, we could keep arguing about this but I need to go. I told you I had things to do and I need to have a nap before my shift. And before you say anything, I’m not working at Hot Rod’s tonight. I only work for Zane when he’s stuck and needs an extra hand.”

  Fine. If she was determined to go to work, I was going with her.

  It took me another twenty minutes to get her out of the office. She couldn’t understand why I wanted to stay with her. Hell, I didn’t even know that one myself; it was all new to me. I’d never been like that before, never had the need to be around a woman for more than sex. But I wanted to spend time with Georgia.

  Going into the small apparel store attached to the workshop, I dragged her behind me.

  “What size are you?”

  “Sin, you don’t ask a woman that!”

  When she said my name through clenched teeth, she sounded like a hissing cat, and the sound of her pissy voice and look of her scrunched-up face made me want to change that hiss into a purr. But I wasn’t going to let her get away with not answering me. Pulling her into my chest, I bent down and bit at her earlobe.

  “Answer me, darlin’. If you don’t, I will put you over my knee and let the whole shop see that pretty ass of yours as I turn it a nice shade of red.”

  A tremble ran through her body. Well, shit. I’d never been into the heavy stuff but with her reaction and the idea of watching her ass turn red under my hand, it was going on my long list of things I wanted to do to Georgia.

  Her head swung around as if looking to see if anyone was paying attention to us. There were two other customers. The hiss was still in her voice as she asked, “What are we doing in here?”

  “Getting you some decent riding gear. You can’t keep jumping on the back of my bike wearing a skirt. It’s not safe.”

  “Sin, I don’t –”

  Kissing her mouth was becoming my favorite way to shut her up. When she softened against me, I let her go.

  “Now, what size are you?”

  “You’re a bastard, you know? I’m a fourteen. Happy?”

  “Yes.” I seriously didn’t get what the big deal was about her telling me her dress size. I held her soft skin in my arms and loved the feel of her there.

  Walking through the store, I grabbed what she needed plus what I wanted to see her in. Pushing her into the changing room and hanging the clothes on the back of the door, I waited for her to try them on.

  “You are not staying in here while I get changed.”

  She reminded me of my mom as she stood there pointing at the door. Mom would do the same thing every time Tyson and I would come in with our boots on.

  “Fine. Try it all on, but wear these.” I pointed at the leather pants and singlet top which had Throttle’s logo across the front of it. I’d picked the blue one for her. Not only had she said something about my eye color, but she’d been wearing blue both times I’d seen her.

  Leaving Georgia to it, I walked out of the fitting room to find Suz glaring at me from behind the counter. Not only was she my best friend’s wife, she was also the manager of Throttle’s merchandise.

  I’d been over to their place one night, having a few beers and a cookout. Sitting around shooting the shit, Suz had started whining about having to go into the city to get any decent riding gear. All of a sudden, she turned around and said, “Sin, you should start selling that stuff at Throttle.” Then it was as if a fountain of ideas started pouring from her mouth.

  After talking with my dad, I went ahead and invested some money and added a small shop at the side of the building. Suz had been full of ideas for things like caps, mugs and our best-selling item, the Throttle logo shirts. I had gone to Vegas for my last birthday, and seeing some chick walk down the strip wearing one of my shirts had been a buzz. So when Suz had been looking for work, I didn’t even think about it; I just stuck her in the shop and made her the manager. According to my accountant, she was doing a killer job, which suited me just fine. If it wasn’t for her, the boxes the merchandise came in wouldn’t get unpacked, never mind all the new ideas she was constantly throwing at me.

  “Hey, Sin. Who’s the babe?”

  “Name’s Georgia. Hey, Suz, why is it a big deal I asked her dress size?”

  Leaning over the counter, she slapped me upside the head. Being part Italian myself, I was well versed in what that action meant. Seriously, how many times could I be called an idiot in one day?

  “What the hell was that for?”

  “You can’t be that dumb!”

  When I just kept waiting for her to give me an answer, she walked around the counter. Suz was one of the tallest
women I knew, only standing a few inches shorter than my own six-three.

  “Sin, sweetie, I will explain this to you only once, and that’s only because I love you and don’t want some woman ripping off your balls because of your own stupidity –”

  “Why the hell does everyone—”

  “Shush, now don’t interrupt.”

  The cheeky bitch was smiling at me. It was the same smile I’d seen her give her kids when they had done something wrong and she was about to give them an ass-whooping.

  “For women like myself and the lovely Georgia, telling people our dress size isn’t always comfortable.”

  “Why?” I still wasn’t getting the problem. Her eyes rolled back in her head and a big gust of air left her lungs.

  “Because, you idiot, we are large. We have curves and we don’t wear the acceptable size four.” ‘Acceptable’ was given little air quotes and the back of my head got slapped again.

  Grabbing her, I pulled her into a bear hug and tickled her sides. I almost dropped her on her ass as the changing room door swung open and Georgia stepped out.

  The tight leather pants, molded to her like a second skin, were sitting low on her shapely hips. Absently steadying Suz, I stepped toward my woman, almost falling over my own feet at the thought. Fuck, yeah, she was my woman, even more so while she was wearing my company logo across her full breasts. Every one of those delicious curves were mine; I was going to spend hours learning each and every inch of her body.

  Georgia’s hands balled into fists as she stared past me toward where Suz stood. Sinking my fingers into the soft leather shielding her ass, I pulled her close, grinding my cock into her stomach.

  “Who is that woman?”

  Her fists drummed against my chest as I chuckled at her show of jealousy. Standing that close, I noticed just how small she was in comparison to me. Pulling her face forward, I tested a theory. Yep, her head only came to the top of my pecs.