Silver Bastard
Page 62
She blushed, which was cute. Funny, too, given she’d grown up around bikers. We weren’t exactly a shy people. I reached for my boots, pulling them off and then shoving down my pants. My dick was hard again, which was impressive considering I’d already fucked her twice that afternoon—once on her bed and once up against the kitchen wall halfway through making lunch. For some reason I’d expected the second time to be slower, less urgent, but seeing her naked just set me off. Couldn’t be helped.
“Okay,” Becca said, giggling and glancing around. She didn’t need to worry. We were on the old river road, well back from the main route to Callup. The only signs of civilization were some old bridge girders peeking out from above the trees in the distance.
Then Becca pulled her shirt off and I forgot all about swimming.
Damn, but she had nice tits. All round and perky, with tight pink nipples that just really, really needed to be sucked on for a while. I reached for her, but she darted away and suddenly we were in a race to get off our clothes.
We weren’t on the highest section of the rock, but we were high enough that when Becca turned and jumped off without a hint of hesitation, it surprised me. I watched as she cannonballed into the water, then kicked her way up and popped out, gasping and laughing.
“Oh my God, it’s so fucking cold!” she shouted. “You didn’t warn me. It’s colder than the regular river.”
“It’s deep and in the shade,” I yelled back, grinning. Then I dove in, flooded with exhilaration. I sliced through the icy cold water. I surfaced a good ten feet from her and lunged.
I wanted to feel those tight nipples all slippery and wet.
Becca laughed and splashed at me, then my arms caught her and pulled her tight into my body, our slick bodies sliding and rubbing against each other.
“It’s really, really fucking cold,” she whispered. “But it gets better after you start to go numb.”
She had a point—I couldn’t even feel my dick and I had a feeling my balls had crawled right up into my body.
“You know, I’d love to fuck you in the water, but I’m not sure it’s happening,” I admitted. She giggled, then leaned forward and kissed me. I savored the sensation. Even with my dick out of commission, this was the best date I’d ever had. And yeah, it was a date. I didn’t even care. I’d been a complete fucking idiot to wait this long.
She needed that time, dumbass.
Kicking my legs powerfully, I lay back in the water with her on top of me, sucking on her lips as my hands roamed free across her body. I found the crack of her ass, then slid my fingers lower. Now there was a nice way to warm my fingers . . .
Becca shivered, and I liked to think it wasn’t just from the cold. Her arms came around my shoulders, clutching me tight. Loved holding her like that.
Then she reared up and shoved me under the water.
I came up with a sputtering roar to find her swimming away as fast as she could, laughing hysterically the whole time.
“You’ll pay for that shit!” I shouted, starting after her.
“Whatcha gonna do? Spank me?”
“That’s a great idea, babe. I’m all over it.” Thirty seconds later I had her again, and we wrestled in the water and splashed each other until her lips started turning blue.
Fortunately I had a plan for warming her up.
Course, I’d have to thaw out my dick first.
—
An hour later we lay in the grass on the side of the river, dry and happy. I’d eaten her out, she’d sucked me off, and then we fucked again just for the hell of it.
Life was good.
Unfortunately the sun was starting to set. The river valley was narrow enough that the light tended to fade fast. Becca climbed up and over me, straddling my lap as she leaned her hands against my chest. I caught her by the waist and considered my woman.
She was braless under her tank top—somehow I’d managed to lose it when I got our clothes off the rock. Shit happens, and all that. Now she wore the tank and her jeans, and I swear to God, she was a biker’s dream come true. Her hair hung down in water-kissed locks and she had just a hint of pink burn across her nose.
“You get that I’m keeping you, right?” I asked. “We can call it whatever you want, but it’s real. Admit it.”
Becca cocked her head, and gave a soft smile.
“Yeah, I guess it’s real,” she whispered, then she leaned down and kissed me.
Biker heaven, right there. Too bad I couldn’t get another rise out of my cock if my life depended on it—straight-up fucked out, more’s the shame.
Still, it was a great problem to have, all things considered.
BECCA
Puck snored. Not a whole lot, just enough to be really cute.
“Cute” wasn’t really a word I’d ever associated with him, but when he fell asleep there was something soft and almost gentle in his face. The scar was still there, of course, but now he was totally relaxed—happy—and it showed. I still wasn’t sure about the whole “I’m keeping you” thing, but I figured it would work itself out because he was right. Whatever this was, it was real and it made me happy, too.
What time was it? The clock said five in the morning . . . I wanted some water. Slipping out of bed, I padded softly into my kitchen to grab a drink of water.
We’d decided to stay at my place because it was nicer overall—homey and comfortable.
The blink of the message machine caught my eye after I got my drink. Someone had called—maybe while we were taking a shower together? I grabbed the handset and pushed the button.
“Okay,” Becca said, giggling and glancing around. She didn’t need to worry. We were on the old river road, well back from the main route to Callup. The only signs of civilization were some old bridge girders peeking out from above the trees in the distance.
Then Becca pulled her shirt off and I forgot all about swimming.
Damn, but she had nice tits. All round and perky, with tight pink nipples that just really, really needed to be sucked on for a while. I reached for her, but she darted away and suddenly we were in a race to get off our clothes.
We weren’t on the highest section of the rock, but we were high enough that when Becca turned and jumped off without a hint of hesitation, it surprised me. I watched as she cannonballed into the water, then kicked her way up and popped out, gasping and laughing.
“Oh my God, it’s so fucking cold!” she shouted. “You didn’t warn me. It’s colder than the regular river.”
“It’s deep and in the shade,” I yelled back, grinning. Then I dove in, flooded with exhilaration. I sliced through the icy cold water. I surfaced a good ten feet from her and lunged.
I wanted to feel those tight nipples all slippery and wet.
Becca laughed and splashed at me, then my arms caught her and pulled her tight into my body, our slick bodies sliding and rubbing against each other.
“It’s really, really fucking cold,” she whispered. “But it gets better after you start to go numb.”
She had a point—I couldn’t even feel my dick and I had a feeling my balls had crawled right up into my body.
“You know, I’d love to fuck you in the water, but I’m not sure it’s happening,” I admitted. She giggled, then leaned forward and kissed me. I savored the sensation. Even with my dick out of commission, this was the best date I’d ever had. And yeah, it was a date. I didn’t even care. I’d been a complete fucking idiot to wait this long.
She needed that time, dumbass.
Kicking my legs powerfully, I lay back in the water with her on top of me, sucking on her lips as my hands roamed free across her body. I found the crack of her ass, then slid my fingers lower. Now there was a nice way to warm my fingers . . .
Becca shivered, and I liked to think it wasn’t just from the cold. Her arms came around my shoulders, clutching me tight. Loved holding her like that.
Then she reared up and shoved me under the water.
I came up with a sputtering roar to find her swimming away as fast as she could, laughing hysterically the whole time.
“You’ll pay for that shit!” I shouted, starting after her.
“Whatcha gonna do? Spank me?”
“That’s a great idea, babe. I’m all over it.” Thirty seconds later I had her again, and we wrestled in the water and splashed each other until her lips started turning blue.
Fortunately I had a plan for warming her up.
Course, I’d have to thaw out my dick first.
—
An hour later we lay in the grass on the side of the river, dry and happy. I’d eaten her out, she’d sucked me off, and then we fucked again just for the hell of it.
Life was good.
Unfortunately the sun was starting to set. The river valley was narrow enough that the light tended to fade fast. Becca climbed up and over me, straddling my lap as she leaned her hands against my chest. I caught her by the waist and considered my woman.
She was braless under her tank top—somehow I’d managed to lose it when I got our clothes off the rock. Shit happens, and all that. Now she wore the tank and her jeans, and I swear to God, she was a biker’s dream come true. Her hair hung down in water-kissed locks and she had just a hint of pink burn across her nose.
“You get that I’m keeping you, right?” I asked. “We can call it whatever you want, but it’s real. Admit it.”
Becca cocked her head, and gave a soft smile.
“Yeah, I guess it’s real,” she whispered, then she leaned down and kissed me.
Biker heaven, right there. Too bad I couldn’t get another rise out of my cock if my life depended on it—straight-up fucked out, more’s the shame.
Still, it was a great problem to have, all things considered.
BECCA
Puck snored. Not a whole lot, just enough to be really cute.
“Cute” wasn’t really a word I’d ever associated with him, but when he fell asleep there was something soft and almost gentle in his face. The scar was still there, of course, but now he was totally relaxed—happy—and it showed. I still wasn’t sure about the whole “I’m keeping you” thing, but I figured it would work itself out because he was right. Whatever this was, it was real and it made me happy, too.
What time was it? The clock said five in the morning . . . I wanted some water. Slipping out of bed, I padded softly into my kitchen to grab a drink of water.
We’d decided to stay at my place because it was nicer overall—homey and comfortable.
The blink of the message machine caught my eye after I got my drink. Someone had called—maybe while we were taking a shower together? I grabbed the handset and pushed the button.
