I watch Beth as she brushes her teeth. She looks so fucking sexy in just the big t-shirt she wears to bed when she stays over, but she did seem distracted during dinner. As she heads back into the bedroom though and looks at me lying in bed, she smiles.
"You're quite a sight," she says, picking up the sheet and sliding under it. Her soft hands find my stomach and stretch across it.
"You're not tired of me yet?" I ask with a grin.
"Not possible," she replies, sliding her fingers under my boxers. I groan as she takes my hard cock in her hands. She pulls the sheet down, and then takes off my boxers and tosses them on the ground. Her leg slides over me, and she lifts herself to sitting across my hips.
"Take off your shirt," I tell her, and she obediently pulls it off. I sit up and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling one of her tits into my mouth. She moans, and I flick my tongue around her swollen nipple. I slide my hands around to her ass, my fingers questing over her. I bring one hand around to her front, and slide it across her wet clit as I press a finger inside her ass.
"I want to fuck you here tonight," I tell her.
"I'm nervous," she murmurs. I circle my finger faster across her clit, tempting her. "Will it hurt?"
"It might at first," I tell her truthfully. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes," she breathes.
"I'm going to make you feel so good," I promise her, sliding a finger inside her slit.
She reaches out her arms to steady herself on my shoulders. Her closed eyelids flicker as I rub my thumb back and forth across her clit. She begins to pant, but I keep going without making my pace too fast. I need her to be dripping wet.
"Ford…" she groans, begging me for release.
"I know," I tell her. "I just needed to make sure you're ready." I pick her up by the waist and put her next to me on the bed. She leans over, putting herself on all fours. I move behind her, and get up onto my knees. I line my cock up with her slit, and press inside her. She feels so good that part of me wants to fuck her like this, but another part wants to finally lay claim to that tight ass.
I wrap my hands around her hips and push her forward, then bring her back against me. Her ass slaps against me with a satisfying clap. I thrust in and out of her a few times, feeling her tightening around me. She's ready, and now we've got all the natural lubricant we need.
I pull out of her, and line up my cock with her ass. I slide one hand around to her clit to keep her relaxed, then slowly press my cock inside her. I hear her gasp, and stop.
"It's okay," she tells me. "Just go slow." I wait for a second, and then continue to thrust forward. With every centimeter, I feel her tight ass envelop me, and grit my teeth to stop myself from moving too quickly, as tempting as it is. When about half of my cock is buried inside her, I begin to pull out. When just my tip remains, I thrust back in again, just as slowly. I make it a little further this time before I feel her tighten up.
Four more thrusts, and she takes my whole cock inside her ass. "That's it, baby," I murmur. I stay there for a minute, gently circling my hips and flicking her clit back and forth. I hear her moan softly, and pull back out. With my next thrust, I move a little faster, then a little faster again. I have to move one hand around her hip to hold her steady and I press in and out of her.
"Oh, Ford," she groans, and her hips tilt upward, begging me for more. I give it to her, driving in and out of her ass, making her mine. I see her elbows begin to shake, and I know she's close. With a scream, she comes, the orgasm ripping through her body. I shout with pleasure, and release myself inside of her.
After a few finishing thrusts, I pull out of her. She drops to her stomach in front of me, exhausted. I grab a tissue from the bathroom to wipe myself off, then return to her carrying a few more. She giggles as I wipe it between her butt cheeks, gently cleaning her off.
"Sore?" I ask, as I get back into bed next to her.
"A little," she tells me with a grin. I pull a strand of her hair off her sweaty forehead. I stare at her green eyes, feeling a deep peace come over me. "What are you thinking about? The next time?" she asks me teasingly.
"Not exactly," I tell her. "You want kids, right?"
She clears her throat. "Well, yeah. I'm not sure that's the right way to make them, though," she adds.
"No, that way's just for fun," I agree with a grin. "And what do you think of the Death Dealers? Seems like you have fun with all the old ladies and everything."
"Of course, you know I do."
"Because there's something I've been wanting to ask you." I take a deep breath. "Beth, I love you," I finally say.
"Really?" she asks, and I see tears forming in her eyes. "I love you, too."
"I've never even thought about settling down before. I thought it wasn't for me. But then, when I met you…that all changed."
"Ford…"
"I can picture spending the rest of my life with you. I want to give you my patch."
"That's…I just…" she stammers. I frown, and my stomach sinks. Why does she sound so hesitant? "I'm worried we're moving too fast."
"We've known each other for months."
"Well, three months," she corrects me.
"Three months is 'months.' I knew everything I needed to know about you in the first minute I met you."
"I'm not sure that’s true," she says, rolling over and picking up her shirt.
"What are you talking about? You just said you loved me."
"I do love you," she insists, pulling the shirt on over her head.
"Then what's the problem?"
"I just, I can't…"
"Tell me!" I demand, sitting up.
"There's some things you don't know about me, that's all. And maybe if you knew them, you wouldn't want me in your life."
"Like what? Like what?" I press her, my voice rising in frustration as I get out of bed.
"I can't tell you!" she cries, tears beginning to fall down her cheeks.
"Bullshit. You can, you just don't want to."
"No, no, that's not it at all." She moves toward me, and tries to wrap her arms around me, but I back away. "I do love you. I really do. I've never felt this way about anyone before."
"I don't believe you," I growl. This person I thought I knew, the woman I love, seems to transform before my very eyes.
"Well, it's true. I just want things to keep going like they have been, okay?"
"We can't go back. I can't. We can't pretend like this never happened," I tell her, pulling on my boxers and jeans.
"Yes, we can," she insists. "We love each other, that's all that's important."
"No, it's not. What could you possibly be hiding from me? Something else about your stepfather?"
"No, no. It's not important."
"Of course it's important! It's keeping you from saying yes."
"Let's just…Let's go to sleep, and in the morning things will—"
"Are you fucking serious right now?" I retort, my voice rising. "We can't go back to the way things were, Beth!"
"I love you, why isn't that enough?"
"It's just not. I've never hidden anything from you. You think this is normal for me? You think I offer my patch to a woman every day?"
"I'm honored that you—"
"Fuck 'honored,'" I spit back at her. "I'm leaving." I pull a shirt on and head for the bedroom door.
"No, don't leave!" she cries, stepping in front of me.
"Explain or I leave," I tell her, staring down into her green eyes. She looks down.
"I can't," she whispers.
Without another word, I step around her and head for the door. I stuff my feet into my boots as I cross out of the front hallway, and then slam the front door behind me. I storm over to my bike and my tires screech as I pull out of the driveway.
I drive for a while without knowing where I'm going, or even where I am. My chest feels like it's exploding.
The clubhouse will feel too quiet right now. I need a place where I can get drunk and won't be able to hear my own thoughts. Not the Keep, since Beth works there. The Spot, that's where I'll go.
I'm almost there anyway. I take a sharp left and ten blocks later, there it is. I park my bike by the front and nod to the prospect who's guarding the door. As I walk in, the dark lights and throbbing music feel like medicine. I head for the bar.
"What can I get you?"
"That bottle of Jack," I say, spotting it behind him.
"The bottle?"
"You fucking heard me." He backs up and holds it out to me. I take a long swig from it as I head for a dark booth in the corner.
As I slide in, the next dancer is announced. "Gentlemen, please welcome to the stage… Tanya!"
Sounds familiar. I take another long drink of the Jack. As she takes the stage in a thong and fishnet top, I recognize her. The girl that Vicki and I had a threesome with. I lick my lips as she bends down, showing off her tight ass to the rapt audience.
They say there's only one way to get over a woman: get under another one.