“Blaze.” I looked at him, eyes trained on his. This time I wouldn’t look away. Not like the last time. Not like all the times with other people, the times I couldn’t meet their gaze for fear they would see me, the connection too intimate. He would see me, this time.
Blaze’s hand was on my face, as if he knew I would try to turn at the last minute, turn away and try to deprive him of that piece of me, that connection with my soul.
“Dani,” he said. “I - oh, God, you feel so good.” He grabbed at the nape of my neck, pulling my hair, pulling my head toward him as he thrust into me harder, and I ground against him, feeling the waves of pleasure as I moved closer toward climax.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “I’m so close.”
“Wait.” He reached for my breast, pulling on my nipple as he squeezed my flesh.
Hearing him tell me to wait nearly pushed me over the edge. “No, I can’t.” I could barely speak.
“Wait,” he said. “Wait.”
“No, no,” I couldn’t think. I had no control over my body. I was on the verge.
“Wait for me, Dani,” he said. “Oh God.” Hearing him pushed me over the edge. From somewhere outside myself, I heard myself scream as he pulled me down hard on him, making one final thrust into me, and the sensation of him pressed tightly against me made me crazy.
It seemed like time slowed down as he came inside me, his hands gripping me with such power I thought he would crush me. My eyes remained locked on his. I was lost. It was just us, him and me, and everything else melted away.
When I finally came down, I looked at him, sweat beading on my forehead and running down my face. I wiped my brow with the back of my hand, and Blake laughed.
“It’s warm, right?” he said.
Never expect meaningful post-coital chit-chat from a biker, I thought, trying to hide a smile.
“What did I say?”
“Nothing,” I said, a giggle escaping, despite my best efforts. I’m punch drunk, I thought. Drunk on sex. Drunk on him.
“What?” He thrust with his hips, pushing against me, despite being soft now.
“Nothing!” I laughed, throwing my head back, shaking out my hair. “I just didn’t expect commentary about the weather after screwing you.”
“What am I supposed to say?” He grabbed my breast, traced his fingers playfully over me, and I swatted him away, my skin sensitive to his touch.
“I don’t know,” I said, laughing. I realized I didn’t have a clue. “What the fuck do normal people talk about after sex?”
Blaze smiled. “Going to Home Depot in the morning.”
I giggled, my index finger pointed against his chest, a mock stern look on my face. “You need to clean the gutters, mister. Wash the car.”
The edges of his eyes wrinkled. “You have a PTA meeting on Monday.”
“The kids have a field trip next week.”
“I got a promotion at work-sold fifty reams of paper yesterday!”
“No!” I said, laughing, my whole body shaking. “That’s fantastic, honey! Next year, you’re going to be manager at the factory, I’m telling you!”
“Sally needs braces,” Blaze said, arching up to press his lips against mine. I felt a tingle in my belly, spreading through me. Why the hell was role-playing normal people making me hot? I was sure it said something fucked up about my psyche.
“Johnny has football practice next week,” I said, gasping as Blaze cupped my breast with his hand, lifting himself up to take it in his mouth. Then he drew back, just barely, his breath hot on my skin.
“I’ll drive him in the minivan,” he said. I clenched down around him, involuntarily, and felt him hardening inside me again. This is some fucked-up sex talk, I thought.
“I’ll bake cookies for the parents!” I said, grinding against him.
“We’ll put Bob in the Boy Scouts,” he groaned.
“Johnny,” I said, rocking on him again.
“What?”
“His name is Johnny,” I said as I rode him. “Our boy. Johnny. Not Bob.”
“Oh, Christ,” he said, his hands on my waist again. “Boy Scouts. Johnny.” He paused as he thrust into me. “I always get the oldest one confused with number seven.”
“Number seven?”
“Yeah, the youngest one.” He smirked.
“Hilarious,” I said. “If you weren’t-” I moaned as he moved. “Doing this-oh, God-I’d be running for the hills.” I stopped. “In fact, maybe I should.” I pretended I was about to climb off him.
“Oh yeah?” Blaze grinned. “That’s how you want to play?”
I laughed. “Maybe so.” I climbed off him, and he scrambled after me, grabbing for me but missing me by inches as I ran toward the bedroom, giggling hysterically, the built up tension and the craziness and the sex making me euphoric.
“Run, little girl,” he said.
I squealed, collapsing into laughter on the bed as Blaze caught me, his hand on my waist, and pulled me to the edge of the bed, until my ass hung over the side. My giggles turned to soft moans as he gripped my thighs, teasing my entrance with his cock. He pressed against me and I gasped, letting out a “yes.”