Counter To My Intelligence (The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC Book 7) (9 page)

Her hands felt like silk against my length.

They were cold, but that didn’t seem to matter to my cock.

Not even the slightest.

My balls were high and tight as she slowly started to work the length of my cock in her hand, pumping it fast and steady.

“I don’t want to come in my pants,” my voice cracked. “Pull me out.”

She pushed my underwear down until my dick popped free of its confines.

The waistband of my underwear stuck under my balls wasn’t the most comfortable in the world, but I forgot about it completely when her hand returned to my cock, pumping and massaging.

“I haven’t come from a hand job in well over twenty years, but I’m about two minutes away from that,” I informed her.

She laughed and let me go, my dick pointing straight in the air as she ran her hands up my torso.

I helped her by easing my cut off and then taking my shirt by the back of my collar and pulling it over my head, hunching my shoulders as I did so as to make it easier.

She sighed when she could feel my chest and back.

Her hands traveled up my belly to my nipples, circling them hesitantly.

Then further inside to run through the hair on my chest.

“I never really thought that I’d get turned on by chest hair, but I really wish I could rub my nipples against your…”

She didn’t finish her thought before I’d twisted at the waist, hooked an arm around her, and maneuvered her until she was straddling the bike once again, but facing me this time.

Her ass rested on the gas tank, and my dick was only mere inches away from where it really, really wanted to be.

“So what’s stopping you?” I asked, looking into her eyes.

The motion detection that’d turned on when we pulled in the driveway went out, and we were plunged into darkness.

I didn’t so much as see, but hear, as she stripped first her shirt, followed shortly by her bra, from her body.

“I want you inside of me when I do,” she whispered.

My eyes nearly crossed as I fished my wallet from my back pocket and quickly pulled out a condom from the middle of it.

I could hear her breath quicken as she heard me tear the condom open and remove it from its package.

Then I worked it down the length of my dick before I reached for her and yanked her forward.

The skin of her ass screeched as I yanked her across the gas tank, but she didn’t complain, and I couldn’t find it in me to care.

When my dick met the slick skin of her pussy, I hissed in a breath at the heat that was emanating from her.

Even through the latex of the condom I could feel it, and I’d never wished more for anything in my life, than to feel her skin to skin.

Alas, I didn’t get this old by being stupid.

And she was a smart girl.

She needed the assurance that I was taking precautions.

Later, though, after we were both checked out, and I was assured that she was on birth control, we’d be revising this situation. I may not want a permanent relationship, but this? Well, let’s just say that we would be doing this again.

She moaned softly when my cock met her entrance and then gasped as I slowly started to fill her up.

I wasn’t a small man, and she felt like she’d never had a dick inside her before.

Couple the two, and I was so ready to blow that it was embarrassing.

But the moment I was seated fully inside her depths, and her breasts started to play along the hair on my chest, I locked my own pleasure down and started to focus on her.

“Lean back,” I ordered her.

She moaned and clenched down on my length, but followed directions until she was laid out before me.

I fucked up into her as I moved my hands to play along her flat belly, moving up until I met the pebbled nipples on top of her beautiful breasts.

They were the perfect size for my hands. Not too big, but nothing to sneeze at, either.

I pinched one nipple and circled my thumb around the other, trying to learn what she liked best.

She leaned into the pinching, and I smiled.

So she liked it rough.

Good, because I did too.

Really rough.

“You like a little pain with your fucking, sweetheart?” I asked, pinching both nipples now, hard enough to cause her to cry out.

“I…I think so. It feels good,” she whispered. “It’s never felt like this before.”

So whomever she’d been with hadn’t had patience enough to find out what she liked. Typical.

All I could say about that was that he was a lazy fucker.

I took my time with my women…and I definitely would with Sawyer.

There was no reason on God’s green earth that I couldn’t get my women off before me, even if I had to put my own desires on hold to accomplish it.

I pinched one nipple with my thumb and forefinger while I leaned forward and captured her other one between my lips, effectively pushing me even deeper inside of her.

She cried out. From what? Could be the fact that I was deep as fuck inside of her, or maybe it was the way my beard played along the sensitive skin of her breast, I didn’t know.

But I’d ask.

Later
.

Right now I was too busy with feeling the way her hot pussy clenched around the length of my dick, and the way she was taking me deeper than any woman had ever been able to before.

“God, you feel so fuckin’ good,” I told her in between sucks.

Her hands came up to cup my head.

I was sure that if I had hair, she would’ve been yanking on it in her exuberance.

Especially with the way her hips lifted to receive each of my thrusts, or how she was exhaling one continuous moan instead of sighs like she’d been doing before.

“I need…” she hesitated. “I need something.”

I pulled out suddenly, happy with the way she cried out in despair when I was no longer inside of her.

“You need what, honey?” I asked, helping her sit up until she was resting on the pad of the seat.

Then I helped her to her feet and turned her around until she was bent over, elbows resting on the seat.

But I thought better of it since I knew I wanted to do her hard, so I shifted her until she was bent over the hood of my ’67 Charger.

Her hips met the cool metal, and she canted her ass, wiggling as she said, “Hurry.”

I said a silent prayer for the fact that she was wearing such high heels, which enabled me to line my cock straight up with the entrance to her pussy, and slam inside.

“
Silas!
” She screamed. “Fuck!”

I grinned as I started to pound inside of her.

Hard, unforgiving strokes.

Each thrust had me hitting the end of her, battering her cervix with the head of my cock.

She didn’t complain, though.

In fact, she was doing quite the opposite. Pushing back against my thrusts so that I rammed inside of her even harder.

My hands were probably bruising her hips as I gripped her, holding her steady as I took her hard.

And when I felt her hand sneak down to cup my balls and play along the base of my cock, I had to tighten my belly to keep myself from coming.

I started counting to a hundred in my head when I felt her start to circle her clit with her thumb while keeping her fingers on my balls.

And I had never been more thankful than when I felt her pussy start to flutter and ripple around me.

When she burst into an orgasm, I finally let myself go.

My cum exploded from my balls as it shot out the end of my cock, filling up the tip of the condom with so much force that I feared for the integrity of the latex.

Then she started to clamp down on me even harder, one long clench followed the other, and I forgot to care about
everything
.

It was long seconds later when I finally came back to myself.

I was pinning Sawyer to the side of my Charger with my big body, holding her down as the sweat started to cool on our bodies.

“I’m thinking I need to do that again…a couple hundred times.”

I chuckled as I held on to the base of the condom, making sure it stayed in place as I pulled out of her.

I was enjoying the sound of my withdrawal from her – one of the sexiest damn things I’d ever heard – as I listened to her juicy pussy try its damndest to hold on to me.

She moaned when I finally exited her body completely and turned around suddenly to slam her mouth down onto mine.

“That was incredible,” she whispered against my lips.

I snorted.

“You make an old man like me feel like a fuckin’ superhero,” I muttered against her lips, pulling her in close.

My still hard cock pressed against the apex of her thighs, and I contemplated grabbing another condom from my wallet when I felt her start to laugh.

“Let’s go inside and do it on a bed this time,” she whispered.

“Greedy little bitch, aren’t you?” I asked.

She grinned as I gathered her up in my arms, hand under her ass, and started to carry her to the garage door.

Her legs went around my hips, helping hold my pants up, as I walked.

I was thankful I still
had
my pants when I was easily able to take my keys from my pocket and insert it into the lock.

Sadly, we never made it to the bed.

We made it to the kitchen table before I lost the ability to fight my dick anymore.

DO NOT READ THE NEXT SENTENCE.

You little rebel, you!

-T-shirt

Sawyer

It was hours later that I was finally able to catch my breath.

“Is that normal…I don’t think that was normal,” I said, eyes getting heavy as I thought about all that we’d just done.

Silas chuckled huskily.

“Yeah, Sawyer. That’s normal.”

“I think you’re lying…sex can’t really be that good all the time. I mean, I’m a little rusty, but I don’t remember it ever being like that,” I told him.

His arms around me tightened, and I realized that he didn’t like hearing about my ‘other time’ while I was naked in bed with him.

“While we do this, there’ll be no one else. Understand?” He asked quietly.

I could ascertain an underlying sound of menace in his voice, and I readily agreed.

“Yeah. I understand. And it’s not like I’ll ever be doing that again…I just wanted to see if it would wo…”

I froze on what I was about to say, but Silas picked up on it.

“Wanted to see if what would work?” He asked, rolling so he was on top of me.

I shook my head, really not wanting to bring up why I’d gone out searching for a one-night stand.

“My dress. I wanted to see if it’d pick up the guys like I thought it would,” I lied.

He scoffed. “Honey, you were wearing a skirt, and you had to have known that anything that short, on anyone, would’ve garnered a man’s attention. Now how about you stop lying to me and tell me what you really meant.”

I paused thinking about what to say.

“Being out of prison for me is…hard,” I finally said.

His eyes searched mine.

“Yeah.” He nodded in understanding. “It’s going to continue to be hard.”

I closed my eyes, not liking what I heard.

“I don’t feel like I deserve to be out,” I admitted.

I could feel his eyes as he stared at me.

“Why not?” He asked softly, smoothing a piece of my hair off my forehead.

“I killed four people,” I said, tears immediately rushing to the surface.

“What happened?” He asked.

I closed my eyes. “I had one beer,” I whispered, tears starting to pour from my eyes. “One. And it ruined my life.”

He blinked. “You had one beer? That’s it?”

I nodded. “Just a single Solo cup full.”

“I remember reading the newspaper article. It didn’t say anything about only one beer. It said you were drunk, over the legal alcohol limit. You are a small woman, but you wouldn’t have gotten drunk off of only a single cup full,” he rumbled, sitting up and turning on the light.

I nodded. “I wasn’t drunk at all. In fact, I was barely even buzzed. I used to drink a glass of wine every night back then, so it wasn’t like I had alcohol intolerance. It was just a bad deal,” I whispered.

His face, though, showed his incredulity.

“What did the police report say? What was your blood alcohol level?” He asked, sitting up in the bed and throwing the covers off his lap.

I watched as he walked to the bathroom and flipped on the light before shutting it slightly behind him.

“I never heard what my blood alcohol level was, but then again, I didn’t
really care at that point. I’d just killed four people, one of
which I graduated with,” I informed him.

I heard the sound of him using the bathroom, and I wondered if he even heard me.

But after I heard the toilet flush, and the sound of him washing his hands, he came out with a worried look on his face.

“If you don’t mind,” he said tentatively, “I’d like to look into your case.”

I shrugged. “That’s fine. I’d always hoped for parole at four years. That was what my lawyer promised me would happen. But I was denied.”

I frowned.

That denial had hurt.

Badly.

I didn’t even know why I was telling him all of this.

He’d asked, and I’d told him things that I hadn’t even told my own mother.

“Who was your lawyer?” He asked.

“A family friend,” I told him instantly.

He frowned. “Was your family friend a good lawyer? You don’t fuck around with something like that. You needed the best. Not someone that would feel obligated to help you.”

“He’s dead now, so I wouldn’t really know. We got what we could afford, which sadly wasn’t much. Not that it matters now since it’s all over,” I whispered, looking down at my hands.

He looked at me like I’d grown a second head.

“It’s not all over,” he rumbled, getting back into bed beside me.

I blinked. “What do you mean? I served my eight years.”

“You’re telling me you don’t lie awake at night and think about how horrible you are?” He asked.

I snapped my mouth shut.

I
did
do that.

“And you don’t mind the whispers from all the townsfolk?” He continued.