“What do you mean, you've gone to seen her again?” The words nearly shrieked from Tyler's prepaid cellphone. He held it a good three inches away from his ear as Jack reamed into him. He anticipated this reaction. Jack had good reason to be annoyed and angry. Tyler had avoided telling Jack his dinner plans. Part of him felt bad, but another part of him keened in excitement. Miranda and hot wings. It was a fantasy that both his dick and his stomach could get behind.
“I can't talk. I'm here,” replied Tyler. He rapped quickly on Miranda's door as he bid farewell to Jack. His friend was snarling and shouting cusses as he clicked the hang up button. Within seconds of his knock, the door swung open.
The heavenly spicy scent of buffalo hot wings tinged the air in Miranda's apartment and spilled into the hallway. Tyler's stomach clenched eagerly as soon as he stepped into her abode.
Miranda shut the door loudly behind him and the sound of the lock cleaved the quiet air. He turned, eyebrows raised. The woman radiated a serious air, but his eyes wandered. In a tank top and daisy dukes, she made his mouth water.
“Before we eat, you have some business to take care of,” muttered Miranda as he kicked off his boots. Her pussy throbbed as she spoke. Ever since he left her in her office, her whole body ached with unsatisfied desire. Miranda had struggled through the workday, mind foggy with need. The only thing she could concentrate on was Tyler's damned hot wings.
He listed his head to the side, a good-humored smile twitched at his lips. “What?”
“On your knees,” Miranda demanded as she pointed to the floor. Those three words sent a blast of hormones shuddering through Tyler's veins. The corners of his lips tilted upward in a gleeful grin. Miranda's cheeks pinked, but her body ached for a release.
“Oh, I see, you're still jonesing to come, eh?” Tyler smirked, leaning closer to Miranda. Her serious gaze never dallied from his. The glint in her eyes crackled through his blood and sunk into his bones. There had been plenty times that same expression had been used. Each time was seared into his memory. “Well, you chose the setting last time. Now, it's my turn.”
Without waiting for Miranda to open her mouth, Tyler's hand shot out. He grasped her wrist and tugged her through the living room. She already knew where they were heading long before Tyler slid the glass door open. He stepped out onto the balcony, a pleased grin on his face. She hesitated, her eyes locked to the threshold line.
Something solidified in her thoughts, though, and her gaze flickered to Tyler as she stepped onto the balcony. Goosebumps skittered over her skin, the cold night stretched around her. Sudden uncertainties touched her thoughts. What if a cop idled through the parking lot? What if someone saw them? Various sounds pounded across her suddenly alert ears. Overhead, bats keened. Down below, people talked and muttered. Somewhere, in another building, music blared loudly.
Despite the taste of uncertainty in her head, Miranda couldn't ignore the thrill. Nor could she ignore the shit-eating grin on Tyler's face. Her blush deepened as she glared at him. There was no way she was backing down. She sauntered across the balcony and leaned back against the railing. On the clear night air, she caught every slam of a car door and every giggle of her neighbors. Her heart thrummed harder as he sunk to his knees.
Tyler knelt before Miranda, watching her expression carefully. She refused to look at him, which was all the better. Anyone peeping her would be suspicious if her gaze lingered on anything in front of her. His fingers went to her shorts, undoing the button and zipper. The daisy dukes slid down her hips and her ample thighs, revealing her commando pussy.
Still swollen from excitement, Tyler almost felt bad for leaving her hanging. Almost. He nudged her legs further apart and leaned to her thigh. Kissing up her leg, Tyler could feel Miranda tense under his lips. Her toes curled while she felt her sex pulse in heady need. Her nails dug into the railing of the balcony, waiting for his lips to trail a little bit more northward.
Her wait wasn't in vain. Tyler's tongue licked across her pussy before he caught her clit. With the gentlest of touches, he suckled and toyed her sensitive nub with his tongue. Miranda bit her lip as she swallowed down her groans of delight. Her muscles twitched and her core melted. Prickles and tingles rode up and down her body, exploding from the same focal point. Her breathing hitched and she felt like melting into the boards. Somewhere, a dog barked in the parking lot and someone masculine whooped. Her thighs clenched, both in terror and pleasure, and she resisted the urge to press her hand to Tyler's head.
His lips curled into a smile against her pussy. Heat coiled around his head and moved to his groin. His pants tightened with every muted moan and twitch Miranda gave him. In some ways, this was eons better than his desired hot wings. Miranda's musk enveloped him, driving his thoughts crazy. Stirred up hormones buzzed through his head. Her sex clenched, tighter and tighter, around his tongue as he delved into her.
Very slightly, Miranda's breathing hitched hard. She panted quietly while staring at nothing off into the distance. Her thighs began to tremble. Her fingernails dug into the railing. Heat and pressure slammed against her barriers, demanding release. Her fuzzy pink thoughts turned hot and red. Satisfaction crested over her edge.
She gasped, a moan tearing from her lips. She slapped a hand over her mouth and doubled over Tyler, her hand clenching at the back of his head. Her fingers dug into his scalp, pressing him flush to her quivering pussy. Tyler groaned against her quavering pussy, the taste of her coating his tongue. As she uncoiled from around him, he realized he still felt her heat. Intoxicated on everything about her, he leaned back and took a deep breath of cold evening air.
Glancing up at her told Tyler everything he needed to know: She was completely satisfied. But, as her eyes flickered to his face, he knew it was only a temporary contentment. Heat and desire flamed behind her eyes. As he replaced the shorts on her hips, Tyler couldn't help his teasing inquiry, “Now, where are my hot wings, woman?”
* * *
The dishes clinked as Tyler washed the plates. He hummed quietly, his stomach satisfied while Miranda leered at his back. A flush clawed up his face and it wasn't a side effect of the spicy wings. At the back of his mind, the whole situation felt like a dream. Over the years away from Legacy, he had always imagined what their life would have been like if he had never left. Domestic and boring, maybe. However, that meant being happy and safe. Tyler wasn't sure if he'd trade his experience for a lifetime of normalcy. At that moment, it didn't seem so bad.
A sharpness ached in his heart. Miranda wouldn't have met her full potential and would have been stuck in the gutter with him. She deserved better than that. Sure, Tyler hadn't done so badly. He was alive, at least. Though, he couldn't imagine what Miranda thought as she watched him.
Mostly amusement bubbled in her thoughts. Watching the redheaded smart aleck biker washing dishes was something out of a comedy skit. She rested in her chair, elbows on the table and chin propped in her hand. The crest on his back glared at her. She traced over the steel-plated skull – and the calligraphic 'Backsteel Bandits' that sandwiched the image – with a curious eye. Motorcycle clubs weren't always lawless, but she wondered. Especially with Tyler's inevitable departure looming on the horizon, Miranda's mind couldn't help her assumptions. He had always been a troublemaker, snubbing his nose at authority and rules. He bent and broke so many rules, showing her how life didn't necessarily shatter with the loss of strictness.
Finally, the water ceased flowing and Tyler turned, wiping his wet hands on his pants. Miranda smiled, his embarrassed blush tickling at her hormones. She voiced her gratitude as he approached the table, “Thanks for doing the dishes.”
“Well, you whipped up those hot wings.” He shrugged, though he could tell she spotted his pinked cheeks. “Fair's fair.”
“I only made them so you'd come over,” admitted Miranda. In fact, she had rushed to the store after work and gathered the ingredients.
“Mmm, you don't need to do that much to get little ole me over here.” He grinned, fully sincere. She really didn't have to do much. At first, her inquiry alone tempted him. The hot wings were just an extremely good bargaining tool on her part.
“Is that so?” Miranda's eyebrows jumped up her forehead. Something warm glittered behind her gaze and tingles shot down Tyler's spine. She slid her chair out from under the table and stood. Her movements were precise and languid as she pushed her chair back in place. Suddenly, she reminded him of a jaguar ready to pounce. “So, you would've come over if I simply called?”
“Well, yeah,” Tyler muttered, though he suddenly held his reservations. Jack's dissent might have kept him from seeing Miranda again. He had to admit that to himself. However, part of Tyler knew his partner held nothing over her. His restraint may have put up more of a fight without the thought of hot wings to lure him in.
Miranda leaned farther, her eyes narrowed. Tyler's gaze flickered to her cleavage on full display. Just beneath her shirt, a red bra peeked out. Her tone dropped to a sultry purr, “Care to prove it?”
“How?” Tyler dragged his gaze from her ample bosom. His fingers twitched, eager to touch the soft and supple flesh of her tits. His erection bobbed in his pants, eager to return to business. His mouth became dry and his throat tightened. Worries swung around the back of his mind.
“Wait until I call.” Miranda grinned and stepped away form the table. She left the kitchen, swaying her hips. She didn't glance back at Tyler. Down the short hallway, she disappeared. Tyler waited. The kitchen clock ticked loudly as a minute, two, five passed by. Heat seared down his throat and his lungs ached. Electricity frazzled his nerves and his ears strained to hear her voice.
Finally, Miranda called from her bedroom. “Tyler? Would you come here?”
Indignity and desire suddenly raked over Tyler's synapses. She flagrantly toyed with him. Women tripped over themselves to get his attention. And he knew Miranda ached for him just as badly. Yet, somehow, she managed to pull together her seductive wits and sensually taunt him. From food to the clothes she wore to the gazes she pinned against him. It made a hot shiver pierce his spine. She had matured over the years and, somehow, perfected her sensuality.
Grudgingly, he tromped toward her bedroom.
It was amazing how different a room could look only after a few hours. That morning, before he left, the room had been a mess of sheets and slightly yellow in the morning sunrise.
The blinds were drawn against the inky sky and lamplight. Everything was bathed in warm, natural firelight from candles placed at intervals around the room. The stray clothes had been picked up and the sheets had been straightened. Beneath the scent of the aromatic, cinnamon apple candles, Tyler could still detect the leftover musk of sex. Satisfaction swelled in his thoughts just before his gaze fell on Miranda.
She lounged back on the bed in a completely different outfit from last time. Semi-transparent black fabric gave her no modesty. The top of the garment tightly cupped her breasts and her nipples noticeably strained against the fabric that nipped tightly beneath her bust, then loosely drifted down her abdomen to just below the black panties. His gaze dropped farther, to her long, shapely legs
Miranda smiled, exuding the air of a coquette as she breathed a laugh. His gaze shot to her face where her green eyes burned with desire.
“Where-where'd you get that?” Tyler almost bit his traitorous, stuttering tongue. He sounded like an innocent, inexperienced schoolboy. His gaze dipped back down over her body and he wondered how the fabric could make her look so delectable.
“It was a birthday gift, one year.” Miranda rolled her eyes and snorted, “From Naomi, of all people.”
A dark bitterness swept over his thoughts. “So, other dudes have seen this.”
“No, I didn't feel I was my style.” Miranda gave a halfhearted shrug, but peered at Tyler through her lowered lashes.
“But now you do?” His eyebrows furrowed, but a slight hope took root in his thoughts.
“I feel different around you, I guess.” Miranda glanced away, both shy and coy. Her hand drifted to her throat, stroking it out of nervous habit. The motion just made Tyler want to kiss and nibble on her neck more. Her green eyes flickered to his face, as if his thoughts were clearly transmitted through the air. Her voice slipped to a huskier, deeper tone as she added, “And I like it.”
The air locked in his lungs and his eyes widened imperceptibly. His heart thrummed in his chest at the prospect and, faintly, the words of her parents and friends snapped back to him. They had used many 'choice' words. Slut, troublemaker, deviant. Tyler wasn't sure if Miranda would agree with their terminology. If anything, he always assumed she felt more comfortable, more free, around him.
The fact she enjoyed it, and even sought it out, made his heart swell with giddiness. And – boy – did she enjoy it. Tyler closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had to leave soon, if not yesterday. When he opened his eyes, bombarded by desires at the mere sight of her, he knew he had lost. Miranda grinned as his lusty gaze surveyed her once more. From her smirk, down her curves, to her long legs.
If this was his last night with her, he was going to make it the most enjoyable of her life.
He swept over the short distance between himself and her. His weight bounded on the bed, pinning her to the covers. She squeaked at the sudden movement, but it was lost against his lips. Warm palms and deft fingers were on her, touching her everywhere. Her breathing hitched as she pressed her hands to his chest. His heart thrummed against her palm, punctuating her pleasure.
Miranda's hands slid under his vest, gently removing it from his shoulders. Tyler complied without thought. Next, she eased his shirt from his torso, breaking the kiss. As he knelt above her, her gaze flicked across his torso. A contented sigh left her lips as her eyes wandered.
The candlelight flickered over his musculature, warping the black tattoos that lined his arms and his chest. Her fingernails traced the tribal tattoos lining his abdomen. Tyler shuddered while the electric current raced down his body, as if her nails guided the sensations. She grinned up at him, catching his brief quavering. Tyler leaned over her, again, with one hand against the bed and the other trailing down her body. His fingers massaged against the flimsy fabric of her panties. On the other side of the garment, Miranda's pussy was swollen and wet. Delighted pressure expanded in his core, straining against his groin. He moaned, pressing his head into the crook of her shoulder. Her sweet scent filled his nose. He felt intoxicated by this woman.
Tyler's lips drifted to her breasts, his teeth and tongue working through the material. Miranda moaned and arched under him, enjoying his harsher nibbles. His fingers at her sex found her clit and teased it with rough, circular strokes.
She moaned and writhed under him. Hot air licked at her lungs, making them ache with hormones. Her fingers worked their way down to his pants with a vivid mission in mind. She wanted the pants undone; she wanted him naked and on top of her. His body heat, his firm muscles, his penetration. Her toes curled into the bed simply thinking about it.
Tyler helped her efforts along. As soon as his pants were undone, he shoved them down. Both his hands drifted up near Miranda's head, bracing himself against the bed. After he kicked off his pants, boxers, and socks, he was left entirely naked above her. His cock nudged insistently in the crevice of her thigh and panty-clad pussy.
Miranda wiggled as the heat of his sex sifted through the silk. She rolled her hips, his cock twitched. Under his breath, Tyler moaned as the texture of the panties stroked at his dick. He bucked his hips against her, the panties sticking to her drenched folds. She whimpered under his movements, her hands trailed up his back. Her fingertips massaged into his muscles, eliciting moans from his lips.
Tyler looped his fingers under the thin fabric of her panties. For the second time that day, a satisfying rip tore through the air. Miranda nearly moaned as the garment was literally ripped from her body.
His cock plunged into her, accompanied by Miranda's satisfying moans and groans. Her warm wetness soaked him as her pussy clenched tightly at him. Tyler slammed in and out of her while the heat inside him coiled and tightened. The only thing going through his hormone-blocked head was her – her warmth, her wetness, her pleasure. The slap of his hips against her thighs echoed through the room, accompanied by the squeak of her bed. All of those sounds were drowned out as Miranda's groans rose in decibel.
She moaned and tossed her head side to side. Her core twisted while the pressure weighed down in her. Her legs wrapped around him, making her pussy feel even tighter. His rock-hard, hot, throbbing cock filled every inch of her core.
Thoughts of his release, his hot release coating her inner walls, flashed through her head. Miranda mewled at the very thought. Her hand slid up from bed, over his sides. When her hands rounded his shoulders, her nails dug into his back. Tyler moaned into her ear, the pain seared across his back. Ecstasy bled into him from her fingers. The vibrations from his moans echoed down her body, causing a tremble to ripple down her limbs.
He drove in and out, harder, faster, deeper. He stretched her pussy, nudging the pressure to tightly envelope her core. Heat licked up and down Miranda's body. Her nerves writhed under temperature and pleasure. In her lower belly, the ache of release teetered on the edge.
Miranda twisted harshly and shivered under Tyler, unable to control herself. Her moans filled the air, making her throat ache. Her back arched and her toes curled, unable to stave off the pleasure. The closer her pleasure crept down along her core, the harder her trembling became. Miranda tossed her head side to side in an attempt to relieve her inner strain. Satisfaction crested over her and slammed down hard on her nerves. She whimpered under the force of her orgasm, her whole body convulsing powerfully.
As her thighs trembled and her pussy clenched, Tyler continued to pound in her. It took all of his self-discipline to keep going, his own pleasure like a razor against his mind. It waited to slice across his thoughts and his body.
“Ty-Tyler,” gasped Miranda, her fingers tightened against his shoulders when he didn't stop. Needles of pleasure sunk into her nerves, deeper and sharper the longer he bucked against her. Her bones felt like they were going to melt under her body heat. The pressure didn't help any either. Another round of shudders and tremors overtook her body. Her toes curled into the bed, her muscles strung taut, an incomprehensible slur of words warbled from her mouth. Her breathing became harsher, more ragged, as wave after wave of pleasure coursed across her body.
Heat fluctuated as her body was caught in a cycle of orgasm, afterglow, orgasm, afterglow. She lost count, each release different from the last. She panted and twisted beneath Tyler, clenching her eyes shut as she managed her continual delight. He nipped and kissed along her neck, his own moans of gratification hot and wet against her neck. The new sensation pounded against her senses.
“Tyler,” she gasped again, her chest heaving. Her fingers grappled at his back while her thighs trembled against his sides. Under the haze of pleasure, Miranda still desired more. She wanted Tyler to come. She wanted to feel his heat inside her, kissing the inside of her pussy. The words couldn't make it to her mouth, though. She opened her eyes as he rose up. Their gazes locked. Heat and pressure flamed between them, tingling down both their spines. Hanging onto her thoughts took too much effort, beneath the roiling delight. All Miranda could manage was a single word, “Please.”
That was enough for Tyler. He knew exactly what she wanted and it shot electric heat to his groin. His body throbbed against the barrier of self-deprivation. After Miranda's second orgasm, her releases started to blend together. It was one long, fluctuating tremble punctuated by her moans.
His stomach knotted and twisted, doing everything to relieve the pressure sitting on his groin. But that single word shattered his resolve. Tension pulled across his muscles, coaxing a sharp heat from his groin.
His cock throbbed and he threw his head back with a loud moan. He filled her with liquid heat, his dick pulsing. Her pussy pulsated around him and milked every last drop from his member. Miranda gasped and writhed beneath him, her moan tipping into screams of delight. The squeak of the bed drowned out under her verbal expressions of pleasure. Her unintelligible words flared through Tyler's mind, driving his hips to grind against her.
The pressure drained away after his cock gave a final twitch. He collapsed atop her, still taking delight in her soft suppleness. Trembles and twitches still coursed down her body, but eventually died away. They laid in the bed, afterglow tingles coursing down their bodies.
Tyler grunted and heaved off Miranda, lying beside her in the bed. He hugged her tightly to his side, his fingers rubbing gentle circles along her side.
Complete contentment curtained around them. Miranda sighed as her eyelids grew heavy. Her fingers dawdle along his chest as she snuggled into his side. In her sleepy haze, she studied the dark splotches of ink on his abdomen until they blurred together. She drifted closer and closer to the edge of sleep, her eyelashes fluttering to stay awake.
He returned the sigh, the warmth of the afterglow completing his satisfaction. Ache and pains raked along his body from his tired muscles to the long red marks on his back. The hurt juxtaposed his relaxed, tingling gratification. Tyler smiled to himself, enjoying the constant reminders of Miranda as they throbbed across his body.
An insistent, irritated buzzing caught is ear. His smile dissipated. With slow, ginger movements, he disentangled himself from the sleeping Miranda. After he slid out of bed, Tyler located his pants via the glow of his cellphone. Icons piled atop one another of missed calls and received text messages. He winced, a stab of guilt and a slap of sorrow dislodging his happy afterglow.
Tyler threw his sleeping lover one glance before his eyes fell away. Quietly, he pulled on his clothes in the candlelight. After extinguishing the aromatic candles, he left Miranda alone in the dark.