Rocky
“Do you feel better now that she knows everything?” I asked Daria, back in the shop the next day.
“Yeah,” she smiled. “Thank you for doing that for me.”
“It was … nice to see Corinne again. I wish it was under different circumstances.”
It really was nice to see her, though she was entirely different from the woman I’d remembered. She looked delicate, frail in a way. I understood what Cameron had meant when he said that she had completely changed. She used to be a crazy, fierce woman, always demanding, always loud, but always more caring than you deserved.
I had to admit that it hurt when she acted like we were mostly strangers. I knew that it had been years, and for all intents and purposes, we didn’t even know each other. Still, the little boy in me just wanted her to go back to how she used to be.
Daria had definitely acted happier all day. Not just happier, but lighter too, as if she had a massive weight lifted off her shoulders, which I supposed she had. She walked over to the stereo, playing with it for a few moments before she switched songs to a slower melody that I didn’t recognize.
“Dance with me,” she held a hand out. I eyed it curiously for half a moment before I captured it with my own, spinning her around until she was chest to chest with me. I almost couldn’t control my hands when we were this close to each other, but I refrained from touching her ass. She truly was beautiful, I thought to myself as we swayed gently to the music.
“I wish I’d never left Springville,” she whispered, so silently I almost missed it. In that moment, I could practically feel the weight of another life pressing down on me. A life where she’d stayed in town and never met her stepfather, a life where I wasn’t in the club and my dad was alive, a life where we could dance every day and not worry about drug bosses and club wars. A simpler life that never came to be.
“Me too,” I agreed, bending her into a dip. She let out a tiny squeal and a laugh that made me grin in response. I let her hang there for a few seconds until she protested, lifting her back into my embrace.
These were the moments between us that I loved the best. The carefree ones, the moments where we had no expectations and could just be ourselves. Those moments were few and far between so I treasured them while I could.
It wasn’t often that I spent time with anyone for no specific reason at all, just for the sake of being with them. It used to be that way with Michael, but I didn’t see him as often anymore. He mainly just flitted in and out of my life, sparing time when he could. I was more and more thankful each day that I’d hired Daria for the admin job. Even more thankful that she’d accepted and stayed on. I’d had to expand the job to a reception role just to get her to stay, partly because I really just wanted to work on the bikes, but mostly because I knew she would leave otherwise.
As the song climaxed, I extended an arm out so that Daria spun away from me, delicately twisting on her toes and raising her arms in the air like a ballerina. There was a smile fixated on her face as she closed her eyes and tipped her head back, and I knew that she was truly happy, and that I had helped make her that way.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d spent too long staring at her every move, searing her body with my eyes and aching to slam my lips against her own. I’d spent too long admiring her perfection from afar, determined to keep my distance and not bring her too deeply into my life.
But all of that didn’t seem to matter anymore. All I could see was Daria, perfect Daria, standing there with the light shining on her and the straps of her dress falling off the shoulder on one side, exposing her flawless skin. She’d kicked off her shoes earlier, just because she could, and something about it was strangely intimate.
I realized I had just been standing there and admiring her for the past few moments. Daria looked up into my eyes searchingly and a moment later, as if she’d come to a decision I was unaware of, she nodded and took a few steps forward.
Nothing could have prepared me for both her arms wrapping around my neck and pulling my face down to hers. It was if she had read my mind and we were entirely in sync, both our thoughts tuned to the same channel. I was frozen solid for half a moment before my instincts kicked in and I realized that Daria was kissing me.
Her lips were soft, gentle, prying. I kissed her back, and immediately changed it into an epic battle of tongues, nipping, biting and sucking at her lips.
I swallowed a moan as she squeezed her arms around me even tighter, pushing our lips closer. I placed both hands on her waist and pulled her flush against me, grinding my hips into hers so that she could feel my hard length.
How did this happen? I prayed to some higher power that she wouldn’t pull away now and leave me aching and needing her. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that this would be what I did tonight.
Daria was hot, warm and inviting, and the perfect height so that I didn’t need to bend down very far. Rocking her hips into mine once more, she groaned again and pulled back slightly from my lips, arching her neck back. Not about to waste an opportunity, I pressed open-mouthed kisses down her neck, tracing my tongue behind her ear and smiling when I felt her whole body shudder.
“Rocky,” she panted.
Unhappy with our skin on skin contact, I grabbed them hem of her shirt and pulled back just enough so I could rip the shirt off her body, throwing it in a far corner of the garage.
Next was her bra, some flimsy thing that seemed to provide minimal coverage. Throwing that item away as well, I was met with perky breasts that spilled out of my hands as I tried to cup them. Unable to resist, I lowered my head to one dusky-rose nipple and sucked it into my mouth, pinching the other tightly between my fingers.
Daria squirmed and muttered senseless things under her breath, arching so that her breasts were pushing further into my face, making it easier for me drag my tongue over her mounds.
I pulled back a fraction to move to the other nipple, but Daria’s hands pushed back on my shoulders. Momentarily afraid that she wanted to stop, I froze solid until she grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. She attacked my chest with her mouth, tracing my tattoos with her fingers, flicking my nipples with her tongue.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for weeks,” she said breathlessly, just as she tongued a tattoo at the lowest point of my stomach.
Before I knew it, she had dragged my jeans down enough for her hands to venture inside. I moaned in pleasure as she took out my cock. I almost smirked at the way her eyes widened and she licked her lips hungrily.
She placed the tip inside her mouth, flicking her tongue over and over again. Without missing a beat, she pressed forward and swallowed more and more of my length.
Daria lifted her eyes up to mine as she continued swallowing, possibly the hottest thing I’d ever seen. She grabbed my hands, placing them on the sides of her head and I took her silent encouragement.
When her delicate fingers started playing with my balls I almost exploded.
Enough was enough, I decided.
I maneuvered her head away from my cock and it slipped out of her mouth with a loud pop. Grabbing her under her arms, I hoisted her up until she was standing.
“Skirt off,” I growled, satisfied when she gulped audibly but obeyed.
She maintained eye contact as she slipped out of her skirt, pulling down the flimsy fabric inch by inch, leaving her in just her panties. Before I could demand that she continue, she turned her back to me and slowly started pulling those down as well, bending completely to the floor so that her ass was in the air.
She was naked now, completely. I strode forward and took her into my arms from behind, pushing her back straight into my chest.
She wiggled her ass back into my denim-clad crotch while my hands roamed her body. One was squeezing a sensitive nipple and the other was trailing down her stomach to the little patch of hair below. I caressed her lower and lower, about to reach her pussy when she suddenly turned around in my arms, granting me with a devious smile.
Daria’s hands came to my waist and began to pull my jeans down, faster than she did with her own clothes. I stepped out of them when they were low enough, and now we were both entirely naked.
Daria was still kneeling before me so I dropped to my own knees, bringing my mouth to hers once more and wrapping an arm around her waist.
I leaned her backwards further and further until she was lying on the floor. Pulling back from her, I ran my fingers over her bent thighs and opened her legs for my inspection, eyes completely focused on her moist core.
“You’re so wet, baby,” I said before I leaned down between her legs and gave her one long lick of my tongue up her slit. She shuddered violently underneath me and I stopped, not wanting her to come just yet.
A moment later, I leaned forward again, this time running my nose through the short blonde locks and inhaling deeply. I looked up to find her eyes on me, staring right into me with diluted pupils while she panting heavily. Something in that moment triggered the animalistic urge in me to claim her.
I lifted myself up and lay down between her legs, an elbow placed at one side of her head to take some of my weight as another hand reached low between us. I rubbed her pussy with my hand, coating my fingers in her juices as she continued to squirm under me.
“Do you like that?” I whispered in her ear.
She nodded and I started moving a little faster.
“More,” she begged me and I complied.
Before she knew it, I had speared two fingers inside her moist pussy as her hips bucked up to take me in further. I didn’t move as she did this, just watching the pleasure on her face.
“Two not enough for you, darlin’? How about three?”
I added another finger in her hot, tight hole and she stretched to fit me, moaning and rocking into me. I began moving my fingers in and out for her but I wanted more. I wanted to shove my cock into her. But not until she asked.
“Do you want my cock, baby? Is that what you need?” I continued my casual strokes, never speeding up but occasionally slowing down a bit.
She nodded into my neck. She was almost incoherent by now, but I wasn’t about to give in that easily.
“Say it. What do you need?”
Like a switch was pulled, she jerked up and wrapped a hand around my neck, bringing my face closer to hers.
“Fuck me, Rocky! I want your cock inside me, now!” she yelled.
That was all the encouragement I needed.
I gave my cock one stroke in my fist, wetting it with her juices before I slammed into her. I was only about half way in, so I pulled back and thrust hard again, this time filling her up to the hilt.
She groaned loudly and I stopped moving entirely, waiting for her to stretch to accommodate me.
Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, and she dug her heels into my ass, hard.
“Fuck, Rocky! Move!” she shouted. I almost laughed at how demanding she was being, but complied. I began pounding into her relentlessly, every time I even considered slowing down, I would hear an angry “don’t stop!”
I could feel my climax nearing and I knew Daria was close too. Reaching down with a hand again, I found her clit and rubbed it gently in circular motions until she finally convulsed all around me, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. Her nails were scratching my back, digging deep into the skin in a way that I knew was going to leave marks for days.
I slammed into her again, once, twice, three times until I came with a roar and poured myself into her. Her inner muscles were milking me dry as I continued through the strongest orgasm of my life. With all my strength depleted, I collapsed fully on top of her breathing heavily from my release. Realizing I was crushing her, I rolled over to the side. Daria’s hands were tightly wrapped around me, so I ended up taking her with me, her body now lying on top of mine as we regained our breaths, still connected.
I could feel our combined juices spilling out of her and onto our thighs, but I didn’t have the slightest care in the world. Daria brought her head into the crook of my neck, giving me enough room to lift a hand and start stroking her hair. I’d never felt so relaxed in my life.
“Christ,” I said in amazement.
“I know,” she replied.
It was only now that I realized we’d just had wild sex on the floor of the garage where we both worked. I began chuckling silently to myself, getting increasingly louder until Daria joined in as well.
“I cannot believe we just did that,” she said still laughing.
“I know,” I echoed her earlier words. I couldn’t believe it either, but I was more than glad we did.