Chapter Eight
Tigger
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I ask her, turning away from her so she can’t examine any further. I know she’s checking me out, trying to memorize my features so she can remember me for later when she thinks we’ll see each other outside of the night. That’s not going to happen. This is already too messy as it is. I’ve already allowed her to see too much of me. But it’s hard not to let her when her baby blue eyes hold so much of the same pain that mine do. I don’t know her story, she doesn’t know mine, but even without knowing one another’s secrets, it’s like we already know one another, and that scares me. I always pick the wrong women, what if this one turns out to be the same way?
“It is,” she responds after some time passes in silence. “I never knew there was a place like this here. Had I known, I would’ve come more often.”
She looks over at me again, and her eyes hold even more sadness than they did before. This is becoming too sentimental, time to kick it up a notch.
“You know I’m going to punish you for wearing that out in public, right? That body is mine, Summer, and I want it all to myself, for my eyes only,” I inwardly curse when I let her name slip. Shit, now she knows that I know who she is, and she’s going to want to know who I am.
“How do you know my name? That’s not fair that you know mine and I don’t know yours,” she places her hands on her hips, she’s trying to deflect, not going to work.
“Doesn’t matter how I know, I know everything about you, and you wearing that dress is going to get you into trouble. Strip. Now,” I order, motioning to that strip of fabric she has the nerve to call a dress. When she doesn’t move, I raise an eyebrow, daring her to defy me.
She takes in a deep breath and slowly starts to lower her dress to the floor. Jesus, that dress left nothing to the imagination, now that she has it off, I can still see everything. She might as well have not been wearing anything because she looks exactly the same way she did when she had the fucking thing on.
“Stop,” I order when she reaches for the clasp of her bra behind her back. “Come here,” hold my hand out for hers. She takes it willingly and without hesitation. This woman trusts me, and I love it.
I walk back over to my bike and push her forward so I can stand behind her and push her upper half down, so she’s leaning over the seat of my bike. Her breath hitches when I lower her panties down her legs and allow them to drop down to her feet, but she doesn’t make a move to step out of them. I like that she didn’t do it. Makes her look even hotter, and my cock stands at attention, noticing just how hot she looks right now.
I run my hand down the length of her spine, following it with my tongue, trailing my tongue until I reach the very top of her ass.
“You ever been fucked here, Summer?” I ask her, rubbing my index finger around her tight nub. The way she clenches tell me the answer even before she responds.
“N-no,” she stammers, fighting to not move away from me. She’s scared I can tell, but at the same time, she’s pushing her hips further back in my direction invitingly. Her mind is saying no, but her body is telling me yes.
“Would you like me to fuck you here, sweetness?” I rub my hands over her ass and bend over to bite her there. She gasps and spreads her legs wider. Yeah, I think I have my answer.
“I don’t know, won’t it hurt?”
“A little, but it will rock your world,” I slap her ass with my hands already deciding that is going to be her punishment. Even if she protests, my dick is going to be buried between her luscious cheeks before the night is through.
She doesn’t say anything else after that, so I unzip myself and lean around her, removing the condom from my bag and removing it from the wrapper. I pull it on and without warning sink into the warmth of her pussy.
“Yes,” she moans, gripping my bike harder. “Fuck, yes.”
She’s missed me, just like I’ve missed her. Sex with Summer is like lemonade on a hot summer’s day. No matter how much I get and how much it quenches my thirst, I’ll always come back to claim what’s mine. She’s mine, that’s all there is to it. Even if we are only ever together in this capacity, she’s mine, I’ll make sure of it. I won’t share her like I did Kara.
I fuck her slowly in and out for a few minutes. Her frustration growing when she tries to push herself back against me, seeking the relief I know she wants. Too bad for her, I’m not going to give it to her so easily.
I remove myself from her warm heat, my resolve almost caving the second I miss the warmth of her. But I know this is about to get so much sweeter, so I take my dick in my hand and remove the condom, discarding it next to me for the time being and rub my naked cock through her juices, making sure to spend extra time rubbing her clit. I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips when my cock almost reenters her warmth. It is so tempting to fuck this girl without a condom, I bet she’d feel like heaven, but I’ve been burned too many times, and she’d probably love to trap me with a kid I would never want.
Instead, I separate her cheeks with my hands and position myself at her tight entrance.
“Relax, sweetness. The more you clench, the more this is going to hurt. That’s it,” I encourage her when she unclenches. “This will only hurt at first, just breathe.”
I love how she obeys me without a second thought, allowing me to sink inch by slow inch into the tightness of her ass.
“Fuck, you are so tight,” I rub her spine encouragingly when she remains stock-still.
I grab her hips and pull her back against me ever so slowly, testing her. By the third time I push back inside of her, she’s moaning and pushing herself back against me. I reach around and rub her clit while I fuck her ass. She throws her head back and soon her hands are stretched out in front of her. She pushes back against me wildly, searching for much-needed relief.
“Oh my God,” she moans, her legs shaking. She throws her head back, her hair trailing down her back like a waterfall and shouts out her release. I remove myself and slam into her pussy full force, no longer willing to take this slow, taking what I want, seeking my own release. She shouts, her body shaking when she cums around me a second time, and this is enough to set me off, my entire body shaking with the force of my release. I empty myself inside of her and collapse on her back, hugging her close to me.
She doesn’t complain that I’m crushing her, she instead hugs my bike and struggles to catch her breath. This girl is amazing, and women like her are hard to come by. I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of her, I’ve been fooling myself to think one time with her would ever be enough. The more time I spend with her, the more I need her. I think of Kara less and less, and I feel myself slowly repairing from the inside out. But I don’t know how this girl feels and that has me pulling away from her and the mask I spent so long crafting is back in place in an instant.
When I pull out of her, I realize my mistake too late when I catch my cum leaking out of her and down her leg. She hasn’t noticed yet, but I’m freaking out. How could I have been so careless? I’ve spent more than six years protecting myself, so I wouldn’t end up with an unwanted kid, and in one night that has all been blown to hell.
“Please tell me you are on birth control.”