Chapter Four

 

Abe

 

Riding around on a Harley with a hard-on really fucking sucks.

I don’t remember the last time I was this damn horny. I mean, sure, I wake up with morning wood seeking a warm mouth like any other bastard, but never at this level of desperation.

It’s so bad that I want to tug my zipper down just to let some of the pressure off. And my hard cock doesn’t improve a bit on the way to Mercy’s house. How could it with her arms around my waist, full breasts pressed to my back and thighs squeezing my waist? Not to mention that her hand is totally caressing my abs. Sure, she’s trying to be discreet with her tiny movements, but I feel every single one of them.

Mercy yells out directional turns to me when we slow down and get into her neighborhood. A moment later we’re at her house. I slow my bike down to pull into the driveway and try to keep myself in check as I park behind her silver BMW that Sasha brought over.

Right now, I’m a hair-trigger away from throwing her on the ground and jerking the skirt of her dress up so I can see her pussy. Seeing it wouldn’t be enough, though. I’d want to touch it and taste it, which would get me arrested if I do it in her front yard. On the other hand, she doesn’t have many neighbors…

No, no, hell no, I tell my dick. We have to have a woman’s permission before we start lifting skirts, and Mercy specifically told me that I didn’t have a chance of getting in her panties. So he’ll just have to wait for me to get back to my apartment at the clubhouse and find someone else to relieve the pressure.

My balls tighten as if to say fuck that, it’s Mercy or your hand, buddy. The fantasy of her is gonna be ten times better than the real thing with anyone else. Likely for the rest of my miserable existence. Sad but true.

I kill the engine and sit back once Mercy climbs off the left side, staying seated on my bike, ready to get the fuck out of here before I attack her.

“Thanks for the ride,” the gorgeous woman says sweetly from beside me as she smooths out the front of her blue dress.

“Welcome,” I mutter, trying not to look directly at her for fear my inner caveman will come out. Instead, I look straight ahead and watch her from the corner of my eye. 

Her heels click and clack on the concrete driveway as she starts to walk toward the front door of her house; but then she suddenly stops to dig into her purse, probably looking for her keys.

When Mercy remembers that Sasha and Chase used them to bring her car back, she goes over and opens the door; then bends down, I assume to retrieve them, giving me a great view of the curve of her ass. The fact that she doesn’t have any panty lines means that she must be wearing a thong, the thought of which actually makes my cock cry a few tears. I knew the woman was out of my league, so I’m not surprised that she turned me down. What do I have to offer a classy woman like Mercy?

Finally finding her keys, Mercy straightens and shuts the driver door. I wait for her to head for the house, but instead she turns back toward me and click-clacks over. When she’s standing next to me, she lets out a heavy sigh and then reaches over to…stick a coin down into my front jean pocket.

What the fuck?

Is she paying me for giving her a ride? If so, that’s ridiculous, and the small piece of change is offensive.

I ease up my white-knuckled grip on the handlebars to retrieve the measly…dime so that I can give it back to her along with some serious attitude when Mercy says, “I’ve never done this before, and I can’t promise that you won’t regret it.”

I want to say regret what, but my cock shushes me and tells me to look down at my shirt. Since I just grab the first tee in the clean pile every day, I don’t usually notice the one I have on unless one of my brothers laughs at it or says something about it. That’s why it takes me so damn long to remember that I’m wearing the “Beard Rides ten cents” one, and Mercy here just gave me…ten fucking cents.

There’s no way in hell. Surely, I’m misunderstanding her. Or dreaming. But then I recall the last words she spoke, something about never doing this before and regret…and it hits me that she must mean that she doesn’t want me to make her regret letting me put my tongue in her pussy.

Holy fuck.

“Or not. That’s…that’s probably for the best,” Mercy says softly when I take too damn long to get off my bike. Hell, if I could rewind time back thirty seconds, I would already be inside her house with my face between her legs.

Trying to play my fuck-up cool, I tell her, “Get inside and get naked for me. Leave nothing on except your panties.” The clipped words come out lower and harsher than I intended; but if she doesn’t get moving soon, I’ll eat her out right here in the front yard before God and everyone else.

Rather than look offended, Mercy nearly stumbles in her urgency to get to her front door.

If I had to guess, the odds are fifty-fifty for whether she goes inside and locks the door to keep me out or leaves it open in invitation. Okay, so maybe I’m being a little too optimistic. My odds are probably more like ninety-ten. Still, as soon as she unlocks the door and disappears inside, I intend to climb off my bike and find the fuck out.

If that door is open, then I’ve just become the luckiest son of a bitch in the world; and I won’t waste the opportunity to make this gorgeous woman scream my name.

 

…

 

Mercy

 

Oh my, god! What the hell was I thinking? Did I really just pay a man for oral sex? I’ve never done anything like this before, so why would I up and decide that having a one-night stand now with a stranger is a good idea? It’s definitely not. In fact, I’m sure that, as soon as my hormones settle down, I’ll feel like a dirty little slut. Then, I’ll be ashamed of how disappointing it was for Abe…

This is all Sasha’s fault.

As I went to reach for my keys that Sasha left under the driver side floor mat like we used to do for each other back in college, there, lying in the middle of the black leather driver seat cushion was a shiny, new dime. I took it to be a sign that I should invite Abe in despite having a broken heart and getting ready for the Queen of Hearts to kick off later this week.

My hormones were yelling that tons of people have casual sex and that Sasha and I were the only ones in college who didn’t. In a few days, I could potentially find Mr. Right, but what if Blake was right and I suck at sex or he’s great in every category except for sex? I would love him anyway, but I don’t want to miss out on seeing what all the fuss is about with wild, hot sex. If such a thing exists. Because looking at Abe, I’m fairly certain it’ll be hot, at least for me. Hell, I’m more aroused as I step into my house, toss my purse on the floor and start peeling off my heels than I’ve probably ever been with a man, and he’s barely touched me with more than the side of his thumb on my thigh. How will I react when his face is between my legs like I asked of him when I gave him that stupid dime?

A quick glance out the living room window shows Abe climbing off his bike and starting this way. Since he declared that I get naked except for my panties like he had all of the authority to do so and that there would be hell to pay if I don’t comply, I jerk my dress over my head and toss it aside to start unclasping my bra. It’s loose with the straps falling down my arm a second later.

Crap! Now what? He said to get naked, but he didn’t say if he wanted me on the bed or…or in the living room.

What if I am horribly bad at sex and that’s why it’s never been any good with the few men I’ve slept with?

The front door creaks open behind me and then bangs shut hard, causing me to instinctively wrap one arm around my breasts and one over my panties to hide myself as I stand there in the middle of my entryway naked except for the sky-blue thong.

“Lord. Have. Mercy.” Abe growls each word from behind me, sounding more like a feral beast than a man. Just his deep voice causes cold chill bumps to break out down my arms and legs. “Turn around,” he orders, and I do so slowly, feeling completely out of my element but obligated to follow his commands. Besides, I’m too turned on to call this off now. If I tell him to leave, then I’ll always wonder what I was missing. Still, it’s hard to meet his eyes while standing so vulnerable before such a big man, but eventually I do. They’re dark, bottomless pits of hunger.

Abe stalks toward me like a confident predator about to attack its prey. When his fully clothed body, smelling strongly of leather, nearly brushes the hairs on my arm covering my body, he drops down to his knees on the floor, putting him face level with my belly button because he’s so damn tall. His big hands remain spread on the tops of his thighs so that the tip of his nose is the only part of him that touches me at first while I continue to cover myself. His eyes are closed tight as he runs his nose over the sensitive skin of my stomach, inhaling deeply as he goes and making me gasp as my core tightens and warms. My knees start to feel weak, so I try to keep them locked while the hungry wolf smells my skin. Lower and lower his nose goes until his face is pushing my hand away from where it’s crossed over my lower body. I let it drop back to my side, revealing my panties to him.

When his nose rubs against my clit through the damp fabric, the words, “Oh, god!” burst free from my lips. Abe growls in response, which I take to mean that he approves. It’s hard to know being in this particularly intimate position. His nose dips lower and wiggles back and forth between my thighs to try and make room, so I open my stance a little more to allow him entry. I feel Abe’s hot breath of air heat up my panties when he exhales, then buries his face between my legs.

That’s when I realize that my entire body is trembling slightly from the anticipation of what he’ll do next and needing more. But I don’t make a sound as he continues his exploration. Not until I feel the flat of his tongue press against the crotch of my panties and work its way up to the waistline, making me cry out from all the sensations – the wetness of his tongue, the tickling of his beard behind it. It’s all too much, yet not enough.

When my eyes reopen, I look down and find Abe’s dark gaze on mine before his teeth bite into the waist of my thong and he starts tugging the material down my legs as he watches my face. Around my calves, his teeth release the panties; and they fall to the floor on their own. Then, Abe’s face is back to rubbing against my trimmed curls like a cat.

“I knew it,” he says, his voice so low it’s not much more than a mumble. “Love red pussy,” he adds before the tip of his tongue flicks rapidly over the flesh between my legs.

“Ohgodohgod,” I moan as my head falls back and my entire body shudders.

“Now you’re gonna sit on my face,” Abe says between presses of his lips up my pelvis and stomach. “And I’m gonna eat this pretty, red pussy until you beg me to stop. But I won’t, not until you tell me the safe words.”

Abe is lowering himself to the hardwood floor so that he’s on his back with his head between my legs before I’m capable of forming a sentence.

“Wh-what are the, um, the safe words?” I stammer before I let out a screech when his enormous hands wrap around my shaking thighs and pull me down to the ground so that I’m straddling his face.

“You’ll have to guess them,” he says as his palms clamp down on the front of my thighs and his tongue starts to go into full-blown tornado mode in my pussy. My orgasm hits me with the intensity of a head-on collision, causing my hips to buck so hard that my upper body falls forward. My palms slap against Abe’s hard stomach to catch myself while I chant his name over and over again.

It’s like the waves of pleasure are never-ending. I lose track of how many times I come and what time it is. Hell, I couldn’t even tell you what day it is. I’m a mindless, needy creature with one master and his name is…

“Abe! Abe, please,” I tell the man who has taken control of my body while I clutch two-handfuls of his shirt in my fists. “I can’t…I can’t take any more.” One of his thick fingers penetrates my tight, still clenching pussy, and my hips automatically start to grind down on it.

“I think you can handle a few more,” is Abe’s gruff response before his mouth is too busy sucking and licking on my clit for him to speak.

“Oh, fuuuck,” I moan as my head falls forward, loving his tongue, especially with the addition of his finger inside of me, more than I should for a man I just met. Okay, so I’ll let him make me come one more time and then I’ll stop.

Three orgasms later…

Sweat is dripping down my neck and back, between my breasts. I’ve been burning up and shaking for so long I’ve forgotten what my life was like before Abe’s tongue.

“Please…please…stop,” I beg him through pants. “I need…I need…”

“Need what, Red. What do you need?” Abe grumbles from underneath my pussy.

“I need your cock inside of me right now!” I tell him, blurting out the words without thinking.

It must’ve been the right thing to say, because I’m rewarded with a swift smack of his palm on my ass.

“That’s what I was waiting to hear,” Abe confirms as his hand feels around to find the button of his jeans to pop it, since he can’t see much with me still sitting on his face. The enormous bulge behind the zipper means he has to go slow as he tugs it down. There is no underwear in the way, so when he pushes his jeans down just a little lower on his hips, his mammoth cock pops free.

Jesus. Christ.

My eyes bulge as I try to take in all the veiny inches. I mean, I knew he’d be large but not King Kong size.

“Sorry, big guy, but, um, that’s not gonna fit,” I tell him with a shake of my head. I may be completely blissed out but I’m not delusional.  

“You don’t think so?” Abe asks as his hand wraps around the base of his cock.

“I know so!” I assure him.

“You’re wet enough that I think you could take this foot long.”

I bark out a laugh and say, “It’s not the length I’m worried about. It’s the…girth.”

“I really want to try,” Abe groans. “Sit on my cock and let me just get the tip wet.”

Just the tip? That doesn’t sound too terrible.

“Okay, just the tip,” I warn him as I start to crawl down his body.

“I love this ass, but turn around so that I can see your face,” he tells me with another slap to one of my ass cheeks.

“Yes, sir,” I agree, a slave to anything he asks of me after giving me more orgasms than I could count. No man has ever done that to me, or even gone down on me. Blake and the few other men I’ve dated always treated me like I was a fragile doll that they couldn’t touch for too long or I might break. Which means they fucked me fast, missionary style and that was that.

My limbs are so clumsy that it takes me a minute to finally get turned around to face Abe as I lower my hips down on his… “Wow,” I moan as my dripping wet slit comes into contact with the length of his hard, velvety flesh.  

“Damn, that’s nice,” Abe groans as he reaches down to wrangle his python so that the blunt tip is pressed to my entrance. My walls easily expand to accommodate his thickness.

“Oh, fuck, Mercy!” he shouts, holding my hips tightly while he thrusts upward to pump just a few more inches inside of me before retreating. “Ride me a little, Red. Whatever you can take,” he pleads, sounding like he’s in pain. I want to give him some relief like he gave me, so I grind down on him and then bounce back up once…twice…and by the third time he’s as deep as he can go.

My eyes widen and my lips part on a surprised gasp as I stay seated on his cock while looking down at Abe’s face. His eyelids are so low they’re barely open more than a slit, but I know he’s looking at me.

“You like that? Me stretching you the way no one else has before?” he grits out through his clenched jaw.

“Yes,” I reply in a whisper since it’s impossible for me to move when I’m completely impaled on him.

“Play with yourself,” he orders, and my fingertips gladly comply, reaching down with my right hand to rub two of them on my clit while my left hand is braced on Abe’s chest that’s rising and falling rapidly. My eyes shut tight as I focus on my fingertips and his fullness.

The hands gripping my hips move around to squeeze each of my ass cheeks before they hold them down right as Abe pumps his hips upward.

“Oh, shit!” I exclaim at the intensity of the head of his cock hitting what feels like a very full, very heavy water balloon inside of me.

“Keep touching yourself,” he commands as he continues to thrust upward faster and faster while I try to hang on for the ride. “That’s it,” Abe encourages me when my fingers get back to work on my clit. “Have to pull out soon,” he tells me through panting breaths.

“Don’t you dare stop!” I warn him as I start slamming myself down on his cock with each of his upward thrusts. “I’m too close. Fuck me, big guy, or I’ll never let you touch me again!”

The wet slapping sound of our bodies and our moans grow louder as we both move faster.

“After you come, I’m gonna lick the sweat from your titties,” he tells me.

“Yes!” I cry out as I get closer and closer to popping that balloon inside of me. So close, just need to hit it a little harder. A little faster. “YES!” I exclaim when it bursts, and then I’m lost to the flood of euphoric waves.