KING
Abbie was creeping in and taking hold of my mind like no one had done before. I often found myself dreaming of her when I slept – I imagined her wide smile and a look of intense pleasure on her face as I fucked her. I'd be out and about and catch a whiff of something that reminded me of her shampoo and suddenly be lost in another fantasy. My head was filled with thoughts and images of her and I couldn't seem to stop any of them from coming – not even when I tried to block out all thoughts of her.
I was distracted, which was not good at all. Not just for me – I wasn't looking to settle down necessarily – but also for the gang. They needed me to be at my best, to keep them safe. Abbie needed that, too. Somehow, some way, I'd need to keep her out of my business with the Incas. I couldn't put her in danger, no matter what.
Of all times to become infatuated with a woman, this was not it. But it wasn't something I could control, or trust me, I would have. At least for a little while. The feeling was too nice to throw away completely, but I needed to keep Abbie safe.
The bigger problem was that Abbie no longer seemed to care about how terrible we were for each other. And it was that change in her attitude, that openness to maybe starting something with me that had my head even more in the clouds than before.
I was working on my bike late one night at the workshop while the rest of the guys were out on a ride. My bike needed some repairs and maintenance before I could go out again, or I'd have been with them. One of the things I liked best about my bike was the freedom I felt when I was out on the open road. I loved feeling the sun beating down on me, the wind in my face, and the feeling of knowing that I could just keep riding. But at the moment, I was alone at the workshop, covered in oil and grime as I sat beside my Harley, a wrench in my hand, when I heard footsteps.
I froze in place and held my breath as I listened. My first thought was that the Incas were trying to sneak in here and that I might be in trouble. But then I realized that they weren't normal footsteps – they were the footsteps of a woman wearing high heels. Relief immediately coursed through me knowing that I wasn't likely going to get a bullet in the head.
Glancing around my bike, I saw her standing there in a super short skirt, thigh high pantyhose and black stiletto heels. From where I was sitting, I could tell she wasn't wearing any panties because I got the view of a lifetime.
“Damn, girl.” I whistled, admiring the view. “And here I thought my evening was going to be boring.”
“Busy?” she asked me, smiling down at me as she twirled a few strands of her brunette hair.
“Not really,” I said, standing up and tossing the wrench into my toolbox. Wiping my hands on my pants, I smiled back at her. “Never too busy for you, at least.”
“Good,” she said, glancing around the workshop before giving me a devious little grin. “You alone tonight?”
“Yeah, the guys are on a ride. I had to do some work on my bike or I'd be out there with them. Looks like it was a lucky break for me.”
She nodded her head, biting her lip as she looked up at me. Since the day at the cemetery, Abbie had come out of her shell with me completely. She seemed like a totally different person – one who didn't seem to care about who or what I was. She seemed to have left all of her reservations and trepidation about me behind her. She was all over me these days and, hell, I wasn't complaining about that.
“Nothing serious, I hope?”
It took me a second to figure out she was talking about my bike. I was so completely transfixed on her as she walked around the other side of my bike, that I was apparently having trouble with simple comprehension. I watched as she ran her fingertips up the seat of my bike and then subtly, but very suggestively, stroked the handlebars, watching me carefully the whole time. When she saw the hunger I knew was in my eyes and on my face, she licked her lips and smiled.
“Nah, not at all,” I said and cleared my throat. “Nothing I can't handle, anyway.”
“There's not much you can't handle, King,” she said, her voice coming out in a soft purr. “You just seem to have a natural way with your hands, don't you?”
This wasn't the same Abbie that I'd first met. This wasn't the girl who'd come down from her apartment to yell at us in the parking lot for being too loud. It was like I was staring at a whole different woman. Like some darkly sexual twin sister. Yet, she still had that fire that had originally drawn me. It was the Abbie I had first been attracted to and as much as I liked and wanted that original side, I was finding I desired this side of her just as much.
She leaned over the seat of my bike, her ass in the air, showcasing the low cut of her shirt and the perky cleavage barely hidden underneath it, locking eyes with me the entire time. If she was trying to drive me crazy, she was doing a damn fine job of it. Just from looking at the way she was dressed to the sexy little ways she was teasing me, Abbie had me hard as a rock already. There was no way I was going to admit it, but her little show was giving me a serious case of blue balls.
Closing the distance between us, I reached my hands up to take hold of those beautiful breasts, but she stopped me with a finger to my chest. “Uh uh,” she purred. “You're not going to get all that greasy stuff on my clothes. You go shower first and then maybe, just maybe, I'll let you touch me. If you're a good little boy.”
I cocked my head and looked at her. “Seriously?”
She arched and eyebrow and gave me a seductive smile. “Seriously,” she said. “Run along now, clean yourself up.”
I didn't think I'd ever showered so quickly in my life. I had to ignore her laughter as I'd grabbed my bag and literally ran into the clubhouse, stripping off my clothes as I went. Slamming the bathroom door behind me, I turned on the water and without even bothering to wait for it to warm up, had jumped inside. Big mistake. I let out a surprised gasp when the freezing cold water hit my body.
“Son of a bitch,” I muttered to myself.
Slowly, the water warmed up and thawed me out. Thankfully. I looked back at the door, half expecting to see Abbie coming in to join me. But she never came. So, I quickly washed my hair, my face, and my body, taking care to clean off all the grease and grime from working in the shop. If Abbie wanted me sparkling clean, she was going to get me sparkling clean.
And then, if I had my way, we were going to get extremely dirty.
I finished washing, dried myself off, and threw on some clothes I had in my bag – jeans and a black t-shirt. And when I came back out to the shop, I found Abbie leaning over my bike, showcasing her amazing tits in that low cut top for me. She smiled when she saw me and stood up.
“That's a good boy,” she said.
She crooked her finger at me, beckoning me over to her. I eagerly closed the distance and then pulled her to me, kissing her deeply and passionately. My hands found her breasts at just about the same time my mouth found her lips, and we were kissing hard and fast.
The way she ground her body against mine and made small sounds of pleasure, I knew this was exactly what she wanted, but she probably didn't want it out there. Not in the shop, anyway. Not when the guys could come back at any time. But that didn't concern me the most. The workshop was no place for a lady, not with all of the grease, grime, and porn magazines scattered all over the benches. And as I was learning, Abbie was a few different things, but above them all, she was a lady.
“Follow me,” I growled.
“Yes, sir,” Abbie said, winking at me playfully. “Anything you say.”
I had an office right off the workshop – a private office. One without grease all over the floor and tools on every surface. I took Abbie in, closing the door behind us – and locked it, just in case. She strolled over to my desk and sat down on the edge of it, crossing her legs and showing off the tops of her thigh highs. The smile on her face was sultry, the expression on her face was just begging for it, but she played sweet and innocent.
I stood there and watched her, unable to comprehend if all of this was actually real or just a fantasy I was playing out in my head.
“So tell me, boss,” she teased, licking her lips and running her hands across her breasts. “What is it you'd like me to do first?”
Walking toward her, I ran my finger over her bottom-up shirt, popping the first button, then the next. “I think you know what I want you to do, Abbie.”
“Tell me, King,” she said softly. “Tell me what you want. Tell me what you desire.”
Abbie kissed my neck, and slid her hands down, lifting my shirt up over my head. The way her fingernails scratched at my chest and sides as she removed my shirt sent shivers down my spine and an explosion of sensation through my entire body.
“Bend over,” I growled in her ear. “And lift that pretty little skirt up.”
Abbie grinned, pushing me away playfully as she climbed off the desk. Looking at me over her shoulder and licking her lips, she turned around and gave her hips a little shimmy as she lifted her skirt and bent over the desk. Still looking at me, she smiled at me with her ass in the air and the short skirt pulled up around her waist, exposing every beautiful piece of her skin to me.
Feeling my pulse quicken and my cock straining against my jeans almost painfully, I sucked in a breath as I looked at her. Abbie's tight little ass was pale, perfect and just begging to be smacked. Gently, almost too gently, I smacked her ass. Abbie looked back at me with an arched eyebrow, as if she was mocking me for pulling my punch. The look on her face begged for more.
“Please, King,” her voice was breathy and full of longing. “Harder.”
Reaching my hand back, I cut loose and smacked that pale, perfect ass harder this time, leaving a red handprint on her otherwise pale as snow skin. She groaned in pleasure as my hand connected with her ass with a loud pop. Her eyes closed and her lips curled upward, she was obviously enjoying the sensation.
“Again,” she pleaded, her head down on my desk as she begged me to spank her. “More.”
“Why? Have you been a naughty girl, Abbie?”
“Only with you, King. You make me want to do very bad things.”
Reaching back, I smacked her again. My palm connected with her ass with another loud popping noise and she cried out in pleasure, shuddering as my I left a bright red imprint of my hand on her skin. “Like what, Abbie? What else do you want me to do?”
“Fuck me, King,” she muttered.
“Yeah? You want me to fuck you?”
She mumbled something I couldn't make out, but it sounded more like she was pleading for even more.
In the position I was standing in, looking down at Abbie, I could also see her sweet, delicate little pussy, and it was glistening with wetness. I knew from experience that it was tight as hell and that she could work those muscles. She could grip my cock tightly which made for an even stronger, more powerful sensation as I drove my cock into her. Just imagining what it would be like sheathed inside of her again, the anticipation of it that caused my body tremble and made my head spin.
But I wasn't about to move too fast. I was going to draw this out as long as possible. I wanted to make her really beg for it. I wanted to drive her to that brink of madness where she was pleading for it, letting me know she truly wanted it.
With both hands, I spread her open until I found her clit. With one finger, I gently teased it, causing her to jump slightly at my touch. A giggle escaped her throat, but as I slipped a finger deep inside of her, she gasped, throwing her head back as I buried my digit deep inside of her. As I pulled it back out, I smiled seeing how wet it was. With her looking over her shoulder at me again, I locked eyes with her as I slipped my finger into my mouth, licking all of her off of it.
“Delicious,” I said softly.
“Please, King,” she whimpered. “Please. Fuck me now, baby.”
Instead, I shoved my finger inside of her again, this time reaching even deeper inside of her. I moved my finger in and out, exploring the depths of her sweet little pussy. She pushed herself back against my hand as if she wanted more, as if she needed more. So I gave it to her by sliding a second finger in, filling her up as much as I could with them. She closed her eyes and moaned.
I savored the way she felt from the inside, the tightness and wetness of her little hole. I was feeling almost lightheaded as I imagined how tight she was going to feel around my engorged cock. Closing my eyes, I continued to pleasure her with my hand, thrusting my fingers deeper and harder inside of her, reveling in the textures, the wetness – not to mention the sounds that came from her as I fingered her tight little pussy.
But that wasn't enough. The taste of her lingered on my lips from licking her juices off of my finger and I knew I needed more. I needed to taste her.
“Please, King,” she begged, pushing her ass back against me as I pulled my fingers out of her. “Don't stop. Please.”
But as I stood her up and turned her around, making her face me, she didn't object. She did exactly as I wanted. I lifted her up on the desk and spread those soft, silky thighs apart. She bit her bottom lip, her face a mask of eager anticipation as I lowered myself to my knees. Her breath caught in her throat as I dropped between her legs and buried my face into her sweet little pussy. I ran the tip of my tongue around her lips and then slid the tip of it inside of her. She gripped my hair and moaned as I took her clit into my mouth and started to suck on it.
As I sucked on her clit harder, she jumped, letting out a noise that sounded like pleasure mixed with pain. Her hands were entangled in my hair as I licked and sucked her, savoring her sweetness, enjoying the musky smell of her as she pressed my head down harder into her. My tongue explored every inch of her, going deep inside of her. Abbie's juices coated my lips, my mouth, and were running down my chin. I greedily licked and sucked on her, reveling in the feel of her body twitching and grinding against my face.
Abbie gasped, her body quivering against me and I knew she was close. I kept going, licking and sucking faster, harder. Her breath was coming out in shallow gasps and she moaned my name. I wanted to make her come all over my face, I wanted to feel her body explode with pleasure as I buried my tongue deep inside of her.
“Jesus Christ, King,” she gasped. “More. Don't stop. Don't stop, baby.”
I started fucking her with my tongue, moving it in and out of her tight little hole, listening to her gasp and moan, getting her closer and closer to climax with every stroke of my tongue.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she murmured.
Her legs stiffened and there was the sound of her sharply taking a deep, shuddering breath. The train was grinding to a halt and I knew I'd reached my destination. She pushed my face deeper into her, her thighs gripping my head and I felt the spasms and contractions of her pussy around my tongue as she came. Hard. She pulled my hair sharply, almost painfully as her body thrashed and she called out my name over and over again. If the men were back and in the shop, there was no way I could keep this a secret. She was crying out so loud, I was pretty sure the dead in that cemetery I took her to could hear her. I knew if the guys were in the shop, everyone would be able to hear her calling out for me, cumming hard for me. And I didn't care who heard.
I wanted her to come so fucking hard that the entire town heard her screaming in pleasure.
“I need you – inside of me.” She pulled on my hair, pulling my face away from her. I looked up into her beautiful, half closed eyes. “Now, King. I need your cock in me right fucking now.”
I stood up and Abbie instantly wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer. Her hands were at my zipper before I could stop her, and she was removing my pants, a near crazed look in her eyes as and panting heavily as she did so. My pants fell to the ground, pooling at my feet, revealing my cock, already hard as a rock. Abbie took my hard, throbbing dick in her tiny little hands, gripping it firmly as she looked down at it. Her fingers rubbed the end, circling the tip as she met my gaze and licked her lips.
“Tell me what you want,” I growled, leaning in to nip her ear as I spoke. She shuddered against me, pulling me closer and tightening her grip on my cock. “Tell me, Abbie.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered, enunciating each word as she spoke.
The sound of her naked desire, the lust and hunger in her voice, coupled with the fact that she was gripping me tight and stroking my cock almost made me lose it right there. But I wanted to slow down and enjoy her. Hell, I just wanted to get my cock inside of her before shooting a huge load all over her – something she was making it extremely difficult to do with the way she talked and touched me. But I was going to hold out as long as possible. I was going to give her what she wanted. And that was my hard cock deep inside of her.
“Louder,” I demanded, pressing my cock against her opening.
Abbie scooted forward and pressed herself into me, wrapping her legs even tighter around my waist as she tried to take me inside of her. But I pulled back and smiled lasciviously at her.
“Louder,” I demanded again, reaching up pulling on her hair to force her to look into my eyes.
Her eyes held so much – so much longing. So much desire. So much – of something else I couldn't put a name to. Abbie's lips curled back into a taunting, teasing grin, but her eyes were full of need as she spoke again.
“I want – no, I need – you to fuck me, King. Now. Please?”
Her body writhed on the table as she tried, with all her might, to close the distance between us and slip my cock inside of her. My blood was boiling, my dick was hard, and it was begging to penetrate her. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire, crying out to be inside of her, but still I held back.
“I don't believe you really want it, Abbie,” I whispered. “Make me believe you.”
A soft groan escaped her throat as she started fingering herself. “Please, King,” she gasped as she plunged two of her slender fingers deep into her dripping wet little hole. “Please. I need it. I need that beautiful, hard dick deep in my pussy. I need you to fuck me, baby. I can't take the wait any longer. I need you inside of me.”
She pulled her fingers out of her pussy, showing them to me. They were wet from her juices. Taking them into my mouth, one at a time, I licked them clean, savoring the taste of her once more. As she watched me, her eyes widened slightly and her lips parted and she moaned. I'd never seen such a look of lust or a look of need on a woman's face before. And it only fueled the fire in my body. I wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. I needed to drive my cock deep inside of her.
The tip of my cock rubbed against the lips of her waiting, ready pussy. Pushing just the tip inside of her, it took everything inside of me to not to shove myself deep into the warmth. But I resisted and managed to hold myself back. Abbie groaned, her eyes rolling back into her eye as she bucked against me, her nails raking the skin on my back.
“Please, King! Please. I need you, now. Please, please, please....”
And as she begged me to fuck her, I buried my shaft inside those warm, moist lips, feeling Abbie from the inside. Her body seemed to freeze for a moment before melting against mine. She dug her nails into my shoulders and gripped me with her thighs as she leaned back, encouraging me to fuck her harder, deeper.
My entire body clenched up as her tight pussy held onto my cock. Looking down, I could see where our bodies met, but I couldn't see where my body began and hers ended. We were united, as one, and Abbie was clawing at my back, throwing her head back as I started to pound my cock into her.
Her voice was thick, her breathing ragged, but she screamed, “Yes, yes, yes!”
The way her entire body quivered around my cock drove me wild, nearly driving me over the edge of ecstatic oblivion, but I somehow managed to hold on. Abbie plunged head first over that cliff, though and came hard, her body thrashing wildly against mine. I covered her neck with kisses as I fucked her, trying to keep myself distracted from everything going on in my body – it was trying to betray me, begging for the amazing sensation of release, but I wasn't ready yet. I wanted to hold on. Needed to be inside of her a while longer.
Abbie was seriously driving me crazy, in more ways than one, and I never had to resist prematurely cumming before, but then again – I wasn't sure I'd ever been with a woman like Abbie before – and I didn't know if there'd ever be one like her again. She was somebody who engaged not just my body, but my mind and emotions, as well. She could get me off, of course. But she could also make me think. And unlike any other woman I'd ever been with, she could make me long for her. There was just something different about her – something that was uniquely her and something that the whole of me, not just my cock, responded to. I just couldn't put my finger on what that thing was.
But I realized that I was nearing the end of the line. The wave of pleasure I'd been trying to stave off was rushing into shore and I couldn't hold it back any longer. As I continued thrusting in and out of her, I found myself spiraling out of control.
“No, King! Not yet, baby. Not yet,” she called out, digging her heels into my ass to stop me from thrusting.
“I'm trying,” I said through gritted teeth.
“No, please, don't come yet. Not inside of me,” she said, breathless.
I lost my rhythm for just a moment and nearly slipped out of her at what sounded like genuine distress in her voice. And then I stopped to think that maybe she was worried about pregnancy. Or maybe even disease – though, given the fact that we'd been fucking bareback for a little while now, that ship had long since sailed. Yeah, maybe we should have been more careful the other times we had been together, but it never even occurred to me.
Perhaps seeing the look on my face, one that was concerned and maybe even a little bit offended, she smiled and her face softened. She reached up and stroked my face with her hand, that devious expression creeping across her features once more.
“I want you to cum on me, baby” she purred, tightening her kegel muscles and gripping my cock tightly. “Please, King. I want to feel your hot cum all over my body.”
“On you?” No woman had ever asked for that before, but the idea of seeing my cum covering her face and tits was exciting. I almost lost it then and there.
Abbie pushed me away, my cock sliding out of her, and she fell to her knees. She removed the rest of her shirt, exposing her perky, perfect breasts in a black pushup bra that pretty much only covered the nipples. Staring down at that sweet face and those tits, I found it was going to be real easy to grant her wish, that was for sure.
Abbie took my cock in her hands and stroked it, sucking the tip. Her grip was perfect – not too tight, but tight enough to get the job done. Her rhythm was also oh so perfect. Then again, I was already on the verge of exploding all over her, so she barely had to touch me. My body was on the brink of a full out explosion and as I looked at her stroking my cock, her eyes looking up at me hungrily, I felt myself stiffen and begin to shudder.
My cum boiled to the surface quickly as my entire body trembled. Staring down at Abbie, her lips parted around my cock, her breath hot and moist on my skin, she whispered, “Please, King. Cum for me. Cum on me, baby. I want you to cum so fucking hard – ”
Hearing those dirty words from her – from this girl who looked so sweet and innocent – was all it took. The pleasure ripped through my body like a jolt of electricity and I exploded all over her face. Abbie looked up at me, her eyes partially closed, as the semen dripped from her cheeks, her nose, her lips, and trickled down onto her cleavage.
“Oh God!” I cried out, losing control over my entire body and climaxing harder than I ever had before. I felt my knees go week and I had to reach out and balance myself against the desk so I didn't topple over right then and there.
Abbie smiled, seeming completely happy to be covered in my seed. As the orgasm slowed to a halt, my cock finally empty, I felt entirely spent. I felt weak and lightheaded. Abbie looked at me, a small smirk tugging the corner of her mouth upward as she licked her lips, a more than satisfied look on her face.
Yes, Abbie was different. Very different. And she never ceased to surprise me. Stroking her hair, I couldn't stop staring, couldn't stop smiling.
“You're amazing,” I said to her as I helped her to her feet.
Abbie winked at me as she used a clean rag I'd had on my desk to wipe the semen from her face with a laugh. “I know.”
I can seriously see myself falling for this girl, I thought to myself. For the first time ever, I started to think I might be falling in love. And it scared the holy hell out of me. But at the same time, it wasn't nearly as scary as I imagined that it was going to be. Not with someone like Abbie, anyway. I had always been a bit phobic about the word commitment, but when I thought about that word and all it implied – and then thought of Abbie – the fear was suddenly tamped down. Muted.
I helped Abbie get dressed and back to looking presentable. But then, she was always more than presentable. She could show up in sweats and she'd still be gorgeous.
“Stay with me tonight?” I asked her, but she shook her head, giving me a quick kiss.
“Can't, King. I have to work tomorrow.”
“You can leave from my place,” I said.
“But we both know I wouldn't get any sleep.” She kissed me back.
“Then it would be like old times.”
She laughed, playfully smacking me on the chest. “No, seriously. I have to get home, but maybe we can spend some time together this weekend? When I don't have to work?”
“Of course,” I said, disappointed that she was leaving, but excited that she was making plans with me for the future – granted, it was only for the coming weekend, but still. It was something.
Walking her to her car, I kissed her goodbye. And right then and there, I knew it. I wasn't just falling in love; I might already be in love. Not that I'd say anything to Abbie, just in case. But the realization that my feelings for her had turned from simple lust into full blown love shocked me right down to the core. I just hoped that she couldn't see it on my face. I might be there, but I didn't know how Abbie felt. I didn't know if she simply considered me a fuck buddy or what. And until I knew, I wasn't going to risk putting myself out there like that.
“Drive safely,” I said. “And I'll see you this weekend, I guess.”
“Looking forward to it,” she said with a coy smile.
As she drove away, I couldn't help but wonder where this would lead – or if it would lead anywhere. With everything going on with the Cossacks and knowing I still had the Incas to deal with, I knew I really needed to get out of this line of work. I needed to change my life. I knew if I wanted to settle down with Abbie someday, I needed to make some big changes – if she would have me, anyway. The Incas needed to pay us what they owed, so the guys and I could retire and live our lives the way we wanted to. For me, that was out of this life and into something better. Something a little more – pure.
As I stood there thinking about the future and pondering whether or not there was one with Abbie, I remembered there had been a call to my phone while Abbie and I were getting busy. A call from a blocked number. I didn't need but one guess to figure out who that was and what it was all about. As I listened to the voicemail, it was exactly what I figured it was. It was the leader of the Incas, the goddamn Reaper. El Segado, I think it was. Not that I could understand what he said, but whatever. He was no fucking Reaper to me. He was nothing more than a fucking pain in the ass. A pain in the ass that owed me a whole bunch of money.
“King, I know you're ignoring me, but listen up. Do as I say or there will be hell to pay, got it? I'm not a patient man, don't keep me waiting.”
That was it.
Not a patient man? Hell, neither was I. He owed us fucking money.
But I wasn't going to let anything get me down right then and there. Not after my night with Abbie. I felt like I was walking on sunshine, and not even El Segado was going to ruin that for me. This asshole wasn't going to threaten me when he was the one who had failed to live up to his end of the bargain. I'd send a message to him, but on my terms and when I was ready.
For now, he could fucking wait. Just like he was making us wait for the money he owed us. Because I was not his lackey, would not jump when he told me to, and was not going to play his fucking game. He was going to start playing mine.
I wanted a new life and a fresh start – one that included Abbie – and I would be damned if this asshole was going to get in the way of that. Wasn't going to happen.