Chloe

I didn't get much sleep after that kiss. The kiss that I very nearly let lead to something a lot more. My whole body was screaming for it, but my mind wasn't on board. I have so many fears when it comes to sex, stuff people don't understand when I try to explain, but I lost everything, because I forgot to be smart in a moment of passion, and that can happen again.

What if, despite his very sad story, which I think was all true, he just wants to fuck me and will ride on out of here as soon as I let that happen? Two weeks of hard labor is a lot to be doing for free. He seems to be a generous, kind man deep down, but he still doesn't strike me as a guy who does a lot just out of the kindness of his heart. He's a biker. A real-life motorcycle gang member. I don't know much about those, but I know they're bad news.

Thinking about all that kept me up half the night. Though that was mostly because of the kiss. The kiss that had me struggling not to go visit him in the middle of the night, so he could kiss me again.

When I went to wake him in the morning, he wasn't there. That scared me, and it wasn't just because me, Olivia and Ed would have to dig the ditches ourselves if he did leave. It was also because I'd never get that second kiss.

So I was relieved when I found his bike still in the garage. It was clean as a whistle, not a trace of the mud left. And my heart made a couple of somersaults in my stomach when I found him already digging, shirtless, the morning sun glistening off the beads of sweat on his back, and on his forehead, as he bid me a very curt "Good morning". He took the breakfast I'd brought him and ate it in silence. Then we spent the next few hours digging in silence. Ed joined us too, equally silent.

"It's going really well, don't you think?" I finally asked him, while he was taking his first break around noon.

"Sure," he replied and picked up his shovel to get back to work.

"We're gonna act like ten year olds over this?" I asked rather exasperatedly.

"I don't like being lied to, Chloe," he said, eyeing me over his shoulder, his emerald green eyes catching the sunlight and gleaming like real jewels.

I did lie, I couldn't argue with that. Because I do want him.

I just turned and left after that, because he sounded genuinely upset, and I didn't know what to tell him. Yes, I lied, yes, I mistrusted him, and no, I never want him to know that.

Ed came down while I was giving the kids their English lesson, tried to get me to tell him what that was all about, but I didn't want to get into it with him either.

I let Ed prepare dinner, while I went to my bungalow to try and figure out what the hell is going on. Ended up falling asleep, since I haven't gotten much of that these last few nights.

But my head is clear when I wake up. Rider told me his whole story, and he'd been honest with me from the start. I've pretty much only lied to him.

I need to fix that else he'll leave because of my lies, and I'll have caused my worst fear. I practically run to his bungalow and knock on the door without thinking twice. Because if I did, I'd change my mind again.

But it's very late, and I only realize that after he opens the door, his eyes slits.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

That simple question breaks a dam in my mind. So much is wrong. My world shattered when an ex-boyfriend uploaded the sex vids we made to porn sites after I broke up with him. The videos went viral, and I was kicked out of school, random strangers in the street would feel me up and want me to fuck them on tape, my dad was getting emails with the link to the videos. Everyone thought I was a porn star wannabe, even some of my closest friends, and most of them didn't approve. I'd been hanging out with guy surfers since my teens, we were friends, but after that they all wanted to get laid. Gangbangs were mentioned. Filming them was too. The only way out of it that I could see was to leave it all behind. And now this life I've built, helping these poor orphaned kids, is falling apart too. It's not just the flooding, the cartel is trying to run us off too, and then where will I go? How will I protect these kids? The orphanages in the cities are awful. They shoot kids that no one wants in this country. I need to save the ones I can. And I don't know, if I have it in me to start over again if I fail.

And while all that is rushing though my brain, I'm completely silent, just looking into Rider's eyes, which are now open all the way. I can't tell him all that.

"Lots is wrong," I whisper instead. He pulls me to him by my waist, getting the wrong idea, but only slightly.

"Let's fix some of it then," he says and kisses me.

And the panic I felt just a second ago looses its sting. His kiss is hard and hungry, yet gentle and considerate too, and I surrender to it. Let all my worries, fears and inhibitions just float away until nothing but the fluttering butterflies, and the liquid warmth his kiss is flooding my chest and belly with, remains. It's easy to just let it happen, I don't have to force it at all.

He pulls me into the room, slams the door shut behind us, and then we're just kissing in near perfect darkness, two strangers coming together for a night of pleasure. Only I see him clearly despite the darkness, see him with my mind, and he's a beautiful being of golden light just as I am.

His lips find my neck, his hands sneaking up under my shirt, grabbing my ass, and mine are just as adventurous on his body. I've wanted to feel those biceps of his since I saw him that first night in the bar, and they're as hard and coiled as I imagined they would be. And his washboard abs might as well be made of metal they're so hard and unyielding.

He takes a step back and lifts up my shirt. I raise my arms and let him undress me. Slivers of moonlight are coming through the cracks in the walls and the shutters on the windows, and his body is slashed with light, illuminating all the important parts. His eyes are glowing green like a cat’s, and his boxers, which are the only thing he's wearing are tenting up. He grabs my breasts, squeezing them together as he gives me another hungry wet kiss.

I undo the string holding my shorts up, let them fall to the ground. He wastes no time, his fingers sliding under my panties and connecting with my clit, sending sharp currents of electricity all through my body. He pushes a finger into my pussy, adds another before I’ve fully adjusted to the first. Yet he has me moaning and wriggling as he opens me up with his fingers, screeching as he starts pumping them in and out faster and faster. He’s kissing my neck, my breasts, nipping and sucking on my nipples, his thumb rubbing my clit in just the right way, bringing me closer and closer to that sheer earth-shattering bliss I've denied myself for so long. Right now, I have no idea why I swore off sex, because this is heaven.

I slide my hand down the hard ripples of his abs, but I don't stop once I reach the end. Instead, I continue down the front of his boxers, close my palm around his throbbing cock. Or try to, since my fingers don't reach all the way around, and I have long fingers. He groans as I grip his cock, his fingers buried deep in my pussy but no longer moving.

I stroke his shaft up to the head, realize it's long too, not just fat, and alarm bells are going off in the back of my mind. But they have no chance of stopping my body's need to have this monster inside me.

"I was right, you do want it," he says hoarsely, and removes his fingers from my pussy, pushing me down to my knees with his other hand. I go gladly, lick the head as soon as my mouth is level with his cock.

"Go on," he urges, and I open my mouth wide and take him in my mouth. He pushes in, letting out a very long breath, which sounds a lot like relief.

His cock barely fits, yet feels so good against my tongue, tastes so good, I could literally just suck him off for hours. And I start to do just that, bobbing up and down, licking, nipping, feeling his racing heartbeat with my tongue.

But he takes over before long, grabs the back of my head and starts forcing more and more of his cock down my throat, making me gag on each thrust. Tears soon start running down my face, but that's a physical reaction, because all of my mind is focused on accommodating his cock down my throat as best I can, because I want to. I've never been taken with this kind of animal passion, didn't know it was possible, but damn did I miss it, and I want more, want it harder. This is how sex should be. Hard and wild and passionate. My pussy is twitching and yearning for what my throat is getting.

As though he heard my thought, he pulls out and lifts me to my feet. And before I know it, I'm bent over the bed, my panties around my ankles, his cock demanding entrance into my pussy, which is much too tight for it.

I whimper as the head of his cock slides into me, come up on my toes as he forces more of it inside. I've never been this full, never stretched open so completely and more is coming. I want it and I fear it at the same time.

He pulls out a little then thrusts back in deeper, does it again and again, making me shriek each time. He's showing my pussy the same wild passion he used on my mouth, only there are less barriers now, and before I know it, I feel his cock somewhere near my throat again. I want it harder, want it all, because all my inhibitions and doubts, fears and regrets, are getting blown away by this hurricane of pleasure he's stirring up inside me. There’s so much pleasure there’s almost too much, but his strong hands are gripping my hips, not letting me escape the onslaught. I'm on my toes, my legs shaking, my hands gripping the sheets on his bed, my nails scratching against the wooden walls, searching for something, anything, to hold on to, to keep me grounded as his cock hits all the right spots inside me and then some.

He picks up the pace, his thrusts now wild and deep, fast and hard, vicious. Amid my screeches and screams, I forget how to breathe for a few moments. He doesn't slow his thrusts as my pussy clenches around his cock and I come so hard the darkness of my vision is filled with synapses firing in bright, burning colors. My whole being, every last fiber and nerve ending, is coming back to life. I'm coming back to life. The intense pleasure filling me is just short of outright agony, and it keeps building as his jabs get even wilder and faster. He's pulling my hair back now, one hand still gripping my hip, forcing my body into the perfect position to give himself release too.

I don't even try to resist anymore, just give my body to him, to his thrusting cock, his need—our need—to take me like the animals we both are, as he gives me orgasm after blinding, searing, mind-bending orgasm of the kind I didn't even know were possible.

My pussy is still throbbing, still feels full of his cock, when I wake up in his arms on the narrow bed with no idea how we got there.

"You like it rough, don't you?" he asks softly, his hand tracing a path from my nipples, down to my pulsing, well used pussy and back up.

"I've never had it like that," I admit, smiling at him as my hand slides down to his cock, which is still half hard.

I want it all the way hard, and I want him to fill me again. Although I'm not sure if I can take it.

"That was what you wanted, right?" he asks, and I'm not sure, if he wants me to tell him I lied last night, or whether he thinks he forced me tonight.

"Yes. I just wasn't sure until you showed me," I whisper since that sort of answers both his questions at the same time.

He kisses me, the gentleness so at odds with the wild, rough way he took me before it sends my mind spinning into a soft, impenetrable fog. But that's OK. I don't have to think. I just have to enjoy this. The way I would back before surrendering to passion and pleasure took absolutely everything from me. And I can let myself enjoy it, because Rider is here to help me rebuild it all.