Chapter 6
Zoey
Holy fuck.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I had never come that hard in my life. Between his fingertips digging into my thighs and his thick ass cock pressing against my walls in ways I’d never felt before, I was on cloud nine. This man wasn’t just sexy as fuck. He was packing a piece of meat I wasn’t ready to give up just yet. And he was a real gentleman, helping me steady myself onto my feet once he peeled me from the wall.
He even handed me some toilet paper so I could clean myself up.
People were knocking at the door, getting angry that they couldn’t come in. I was more than willing to go another round with this handsome man, but the people in the bar were growing restless. I could smell our sex in the air as I situated my clothes back onto my body, making sure my tits were in my bra, and my hair was not as messed as I knew it probably was.
“You ready?” he asked.
Fuck. What was his name again?
Did it honestly matter anyway? He’d be gone in the morning. Might as well get my night’s worth of him.
“How mad do you think they’re gonna be?” I asked as I unlocked the door.
“Guess we’re about to find out.”
We unlocked the door, and people stared at us as we left. The manager was standing there with his hands on his hips, looking like an angry fucking grandmother as he pointed towards the front door. I giggled as I made my way to it, diverting to grab my purse and pay for my stuff in the process.
But the man with the big dick stopped me in my tracks.
“I got it,” he said. “Least I can do.”
“For what?” I asked. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Just let me get it. That’s how this works.”
I relented, holding my hands up in mock surrender as he threw some cash onto the bar.
The manager followed us out the door, making sure we left. I laughed the entire way, my head was thrown back as the smell of this man permeated my skin. We walked out into the nighttime air as it blew around us, threatening to wipe his scent from my body as my hair billowed around my shoulders.
I looked over at him and smiled as his eyes raked down my body again.
“Wanna get out of here?” I asked.
“Depends on where you wanna go,” he said.
“Figured we could do something else. Get another drink. Destroy another bathroom. Get kicked out of another bar.”
“Or we could just go somewhere and make all the noise we wanted,” he said.
“Well, I would take you back to my place, except I don’t live alone.”
“Please don’t tell me I just fucked someone’s wife. This night was going so well.”
“No,” I said with a snicker. “I live with my folks. You know, helping them out with bills and shit.”
“Guess you wouldn’t wanna wake your Dad as I fucked you against a wall, huh?”
His words shot shivers down my spine as I drew in a deep breath and closed my eyes.
“Probably not,” I said.
“We can head back to my place. Wanna follow me?”
“Unless you want to give me your address,” I said. “But I think following you is gonna be easier.”
“I’m okay with either. I’m the navy blue motorcycle at the end of the parking lot.”
I followed his finger as he pointed, admiring the intricate details of his bike I could see even from this distance.
“That’s a nice ride,” I said.
“You ever been on one?” he asked.
“A time or two. But don’t tell my brother. He’d get pissed if he knew.”
“Got a protective one?”
“I think that’s the tame word for it, yes,” I said with a grin.
“Well then, this’ll be our little secret,” he said.
I made my way to my car and made sure to get behind his bike. We turned onto the main road, and I followed him through the city streets of my hometown. I rolled down my window so I could take in the fine amount of salt in the air that blew this far in from the ocean. I felt my body already rising to the occasion, my nipples painfully peaked behind my bra. I was ready to feel him against me again. I was ready to mark his body the way I knew he had just marked mine. His cock was the only cock that made me feel empty once he had slid it from between my legs.
And I wanted to be full of it again.
I’d never been the woman to deny myself anything. I did enough of that in high school just to appease my brother. His friends were off limits. His life was off limits. His secrets were off limits. Basically, everything about him was fucking off limits. It pissed me off because we used to be so close. He was my strength when our family was going through hard times. When I watched my mother cry from hunger just so Colt and I could eat. When I listened to my parent’s fight because they didn’t see each other because of their jobs.
But when he disappeared into his own little life, he left me behind. And that was when I promised myself I wouldn’t deny anything I wanted ever again. If I wanted it, I got it. No matter what it took. My brother pulling away from the family broke me in ways I still felt today, and I longed for the closeness we once had.
Why should I suffer anymore just because I thought he would disapprove?
I pulled into a small home behind the handsome man whose face I wanted to feel between my legs. It was just enough house for a man like him, situated in an abandoned cul de sac surrounded by trees. He got off his bike and came to my door, opening it for me as he held out his hand.
“What a gentleman,” I said with a grin.
“Don’t worry. I’m about to burst that bubble in a second.”
The moment we got into his home, he pressed me against the closed door. My lips swelled underneath the contact of his as our tongues tasted one another. His chiseled body was pressed against me as his hand threaded into the thickness of my hair. He tugged my head off to the side, his teeth raking down my skin as I groaned.
Fuck. I’d never been tossed around like this in my life.
And I loved it.
He tugged me into the kitchen by my hair and bent me over the kitchen counter. His hand slid down my back, the cracked the swell of my clothed ass. I groaned at the sensation as he did it again, marking the other ass cheek to match the one that was now burning. He massaged my cheeks before he yanked at my jeans, tugging them down my hips without even unbuttoning them.
He peeled my clothes off my lower body as I heard them pile up on the floor.
I was dripping for him as my tits pressed into the cold kitchen counter. My fingertips were curling around the edge, trying to make sure my head didn’t smash into the wall. I felt him drop to his knees as my legs were tossed over his shoulders, my body suspended in midair as his breath pulsed against my pussy.
His arms wrapped around my hips, his hands parting my ass cheeks as his fingertips played with the rim of my puckered hole.
What the fuck was this man doing to me?
I felt his tongue dart out and run along my slit. He gathered my juices onto his tongue, making a show of him swallowing as I groaned. I tried to look back and find him, but all I could see were his hands resting on the swell of my reddened ass cheeks. Playing with my asshole and making me lust for him in ways no man ever had before.
“Your pussy tastes so good,” he said.
His tongue delved into my depths, and I moaned into the counter. My cheek pressed against the cool surface as he lapped at my clit, his tongue working me in ways that made my core burn. My toes were already curling, and I tried bucking back into him. But his hands on my ass stilled my movements, pinning me open for him as my knees settled on the kitchen counter.
His hands pressed my knees open, parting the whole of me for him to enjoy. His tongue slid into my entrance before making its way up my ass crack, causing me to cry out into his kitchen. I moaned involuntarily as his tongue slipped into my asshole, and his moans vibrated my ribcage.
“Fuck yes,” he said in a whisper.
He licked all of me, sopping up my asshole as my pussy dripped for him. I could hear him gulping me down. Drinking from my fountain of youth as he pried me further open. I wasn’t sure how much more bending I could take. My eyes were rolling into the back of my head as my toes curled. His tongue pressed into my clit as his thumb teased my puckered hole, threatening to pierce the tight ring and take the only type of virginity I had left to me.
And I wanted to give it to him.
I wanted to give all of it to him.
I pressed back into him, feeling his thumb breach my hole. I cried out in pleasure, begging him as his tongue drove deeper into my depths. My hands curled around the edge of the counter as I begged for my orgasm. I begged this stranger for everything I could have ever wanted. Promised him things no other woman could give him if he would just let me cum.
I felt him grin on my clit as he sucked it between his teeth. I felt his thumb press deeper into me, filling me in ways I’d never experienced before. My pussy released on his face, drenching his cheeks with my juices as I moaned with my orgasm.
“That’s it. Come for me, beautiful. Give me all you’ve got.”
His words lit a fire in my gut. He pulled away from my body as he kissed wet trails down my thighs, painting me with my arousal as I gasped for air. He slowly pulled his thumb from my asshole as a whimper escaped my lips.
I felt cold and exposed without his body cloaking mine.
His hands grasped my waist and helped me slide to the floor. He gripped tightly onto me and slowly got up from the floor, but then he stumbled backward.
“Pussy got ya twisted up, doesn’t it?” I asked with a grin.
I helped him to his feet, my arousal dripping down my leg. His gaze was heated as he took my hand, then led me to his bedroom. He settled me onto the bed.
But when I went to go take his shirt off, he caught my hands.
“Lay on your stomach,” he said.
“Let me give you a little something first,” I said.
“Lay. On your stomach,” he said.
His words were harsh. Not laced with the kind of lust I expected them to be. I stood to my feet, getting myself out of the corner he had backed me into. I furrowed my brows together as I raked my eyes up and down his body, trying to figure out why he was hiding from me.
Then, I saw it.
His shirt was lifted slightly up on his body, and I could see long snaking scars along his torso. I thought back to bar as he kept unconsciously tugging at his right sleeve. How he just undid his zipper. My eyes made their way back up to him as I walked towards him.
I pressed my hands into his chest and settled him onto the bed. I forced him to lay back as his jaw clenched with frustration, his eyes staring heatedly at the ceiling. I took my time undressing him. Pulling his cock from his boxers as I slid everything down his legs.
I slipped his clothes off his body, my eyes studying his scars covering the whole right side of his body.
I ran my hand along his thigh as his gaze stayed hooked to the ceiling. I fingered the rigged scars that trailed down his body. I wondered what had happened to him. What terrible thing he had endured that caused him this much scaring. My fingertips danced along his torso as this man laid there, waiting for me to reject him like so many women probably had.
But that shit wasn’t happening tonight.
He was too good, and too perfect, and too fucking sexy for any of that shit.
I placed a kiss on his thigh right ontop of his scars, and I felt him jump. My eyes fluttered up to his as he snapped his gaze down, watching as I kissed up his right side. I could see the shock rolling across his eyes as I spread his legs, making way for my body as I crawled between them. I made my way to his trembling cock, the head of it purple and angry as it leaked for me. Thick beads of pre-come were already tumbling down it, and I couldn’t wait to get my lips around that succulent treat. I held his gaze as I licked his throbbing vein, watching as he swallowed deeply.
“What’s your name?” I asked with a grin.
He chuckled and shook his head as a beautiful smile crossed his cheeks.
“Rider,” he said. “My name is Rider.”
“If you don’t remember mine, it’s Zoey,” I said.
“Zoey…”
“Mhm,” I hummed. “Zoey.”
I wrapped my lips around his thick cock, feeling it jump with shock as I eased it towards the back of my throat. Rider’s head fell to the pillow as I studied him, taking in all of his chiseled muscles. I could feel his pre-come dripping down my throat as I hollowed out my cheeks. His hand crept into my hair, pulling on me and setting a rhythm that had his hips shaking. My hands gripped at his muscles. Threaded around his thighs and pulled him even closer to me. His hips rolled, and his grip got tighter.
I could feel his cock growing thicker against my teeth.
I slurped and sucked and took him back as far as I could. I gagged a bit as my eyes watered, his gaze locking onto mine. I wanted to make him come. I wanted to taste him like he had tasted me. I was so fucking attracted to this man and the way his chest glistened with sweat.
But more than that, I was comfortable with him.
More comfortable than I had been with any other man.
He almost seemed… familiar. Even though I knew that was fucking crazy.
“Shit. Zoey. Fuck, that mouth. Mmph. I’m gonna come down that throat of yours. You gonna swallow it for me?”
“Mhm,” I said as I nodded. “Mhm.”
“Do that again.”
“Mhm.”
“Again.”
“Mhmmm.”
“Again,” he said breathlessly.
“Mmmmhmmmm.”
I felt his cock throbbing as I took him all the way back. I hollowed out my cheeks and pressed my tongue down the length of his massive cock. His legs were shaking, and his hips stilled as he thrust into my face, pouring down my throat and into my stomach. Pump after pump of hot come filled my body as I looked up at him, his eyes screwed shut with pleasure as his lips puckered silently.
He was a vision, and I could only hope he didn’t kick me out.
I felt him fall on the bed, his cock popping from between my lips. Spit dripped down my cheek as I heaved for air, my lips falling to his skin. I kissed up his body, feeling his muscles jump with every kiss I planted on his body.
Then, he did what I was hoping he would do.
He patted the bed next to him and held out his arm.
I cradled into him and allowed his heat to overcome me. His hand slipped underneath my shirt, making their way to my bra. He unsnapped it with only one hand, and it pulled a giggle from my lips. I sat up just enough to slip the rest of my clothes from my body, then rested my head on his chest.
His fingers ran through my hair, and the feeling was intoxicating.
Soothing.
Relaxing.
“You can stay, if you’d like,” Rider said.
“You don’t have a choice. I’m exhausted,” I said.
“You got anyone you should notify? Like your parents?” he asked.
“Nah. They don’t always expect me home. And my brother’s never around anyway, so there’s no point there.”
“Sounds like a shit brother.”
“Eh. Colt’s a good guy. Just keeps his lives very separated.”
“Colt?” he asked.
“Yeah. Colt.”
“Huh. Interesting name,” he said.
“If it sounds familiar, don’t let it deter you. He’s part of some fun little gang or whatever. Sounds intimidating, but he’s a softie at heart. Sometimes.”
“Uh huh.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not the ‘bring a guy home’ type of girl,” I said with a giggle. “No need to worry about any of that shit.”
“Not worried about it at all,” he said.
“Good. Because it’s not happening.”
I snuggled into him and felt his arm tighten around my body. I allowed my eyes to flutter closed as he continued to play with my hair. It had been a long time since I’d stayed the night with a man, and I was going to soak up every moment of it I could.
Because once the morning came and I had to leave, it was back to reality.
Back to applying for jobs, paying bills, and trying to catch my brother long enough to say hello.