Thirteen
Gear
“Tell me something,” Veronica says, as she lays in the crook of my arm, inside my tent. “Why did you set your camp up so far away from your club. I thought you bikers were all about brotherhood and community.”
“We are,” I say, trailing my fingers down the soft skin of her arm. I can feel her nakedness pressed against me, and even though we just finished screwing each other’s brains out, I’m more than ready to go again. This woman undoes me. I take a deep breath and try to keep my thoughts on the conversation. “But, I’m kind of a… loner. I grew up on my own for the most part. Single working mom, always alone. You know the drill. I like my space. I love my club, but sometimes distance is the only thing that keeps it that way.”
She thinks about that for a moment. “Is that why you don’t have an Ottawa rocker on your cut like the rest of them?”
I nod. “Mine just says NOMAD. I’m a drifter. I go from club to club, makin’ friends and doin’ what needs to be done.”
She props herself up on her elbow and looks down at me, causing the blanket to slide down to her waist, exposing her perky breasts to my greedy eyes. “Doesn’t that make you lonely?”
“I’m not lonely right now,” I say, reaching up and palming her breast, pinching the nipple between my finger and thumb, squeezing it enough to make her gasp.
“God,” she moans, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. “What are you doing to me? We just finished making love and I’m already ready to go again.”
Her words make me pause. Making love. Is that what we’d done? I’d never made love before. I’ve screwed and banged and I’ve most definitely fucked, but I’d never consider any of my past sexcapades making love.
She doesn’t quite let me answer the question in my mind before she leans down and wraps her tiny hand around my quickly hardening cock. Her face is mere inches from it as she strokes the shaft, her breath fanning across the hot skin and pulling a groan from deep within me.
When her head dips and I feel her tongue trail across the head of my dick, I shiver. “Jesus, babe.”
And then she parts her lips and takes me inside her sweet mouth. She sucks me in deep, my dick hitting the back of her throat and she gags a little but forces her head down even more. “Fuck,” I hiss.
With one hand, she strokes me in rhythm with her mouth as her head bobs up and down, making every fucking hair on my body stand on end. My hands spear into her unruly hair. I don’t push her head, I just hold it, feeling the motions she uses to blow my mind.
I just came like twenty goddamn minutes ago and already I can feel the familiar tingle at the base of my spine. It’s coming and it’s coming fast. Literally.
When her hand leaves my cock and reaches farther down to cup my balls, I’m done for. “Babe,” I gasp. “I’m gonna cum.”
Veronica’s head comes up and her eyes meet mine, and her perfect little pink tongue pokes out as she licks her lips. “Not yet, you’re not.”
God. I love it when she tries to take charge. I’d never have imagined that would be something I was into, but there is nothing sexier than Veronica going after what she desires. I don’t consider it obeying her. I consider it pleasing my woman, and to me, that’s the most important thing.
Her eyes blaze as she pops herself up onto her hands and knees, turning so she’s facing away from me. Her ass is practically in my face in this tiny space and I take full advantage. Sitting up, I grab her ass and pull her over so she’s straddling my legs, and as soon as I get her in position, I dive my tongue inside her.
“Gear,” Veronica gasps. “Fuck, yes!”
I swipe my tongue down to her clit and suck it between my lips. Her hips grind back as she fucks my face and I give her everything I have. I make my woman shudder and moan, shiver and scream. I bring her to the brink and just as I hear her gasps for breath become more frantic, clueing me in that her release is close, I pull back.
“Not yet for you either. You’re gonna come with my cock deep inside that sweet pussy of yours and you’re gonna touch yourself while you do it. We clear?”
“Yes,” she pants. “Just do it.”
Reaching back, I bring my hand down and give her a slap on the ass. She yelps and pushes her ass back into me, begging me to fill her up. “You’re not in charge anymore. You hear me?” She pushes back against me again, her hips rolling as she tries to gain access to my cock. I position it at her entrance and hold her hips steady. “I said, do you hear me?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “I hear you. Please, Gear. I need to feel you.”
I give my baby what she needs. Oh so slowly I sink inside of her, watching as my cock disappears within her and trying like hell to keep my cool. I feel like a fifteen-year-old kid again with this woman, and I have to remind myself not to power in. This is about pleasure, not release.
When I’m all the way inside her, I put my hand on her chin and urge her to rise from her hands so we’re kneeling, her back to my front, my cock planted firmly inside her. I wrap an arm around her waist and use the other hand to turn her face to mine. When our lips meet, I start to move.
Together, we rock our hips, feeling each other, pleasing each other. Becoming one. Jesus, I think to myself. This is making love. Every single time with Veronica has been making love. I’ve known her for barely a week, but that doesn’t matter. Veronica’s body was made for me. Mine was made for Veronica.
This time there’s no stopping my release, and I feel her shatter around me at the same time. We cum together, our mouths still kissing, our hands still grasping and our hearts beating rapidly as one.
“I don’t want to leave you tomorrow,” she whispers, her voice shaking with sudden sadness.
I don’t want her to either.