19. Meadow
Meadow
W e’re in Mom and Dad’s storage unit that they turned into a bike wash several feet behind the motel, washing our filthy bikes together. The early morning birds chirp outside and the sun casts a light glow.
We went for a ride earlier after some heartfelt stories we shared last night. A weight has been lifted off my shoulders and I feel lighter each day that goes by.
With a hose in my hand, I wash the bikes and cover them with water and soap. When I get distracted by Blakely’s gorgeous eyes, I almost knock my bike’s kickstand but she quickly saves it by kicking it right back down.
“Are you distracted, champ?” she shoots me her permanent smirk.
“You’re stronger than you look, Wilder.” She’s adorable and dainty. When she speaks, she will wrestle me until it is game over. For me. Because that girl will rise from the dead if she has to. “Name something that you always wanted to do but never did,” I challenge her, intrigued to hear her answer.
“I always wanted to ride in a competition.” And feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as the buzzer goes off, I finish her sentence in my head.
“Why didn’t you?”
“It was never the right time and if something had happened to me I couldn’t have done that to my Dad. I’m all he has.” She replies with a shrug.
I get it. He has all of us but she is the most treasured person for him. Yet, she should live her life and do all the things that could bring her happiness.
“If you keep postponing it, you’ll have more excuses not to do it.” I spray the bikes with more soap.
“You started riding when you were three, I’m not sure someone will give me a chance.”
“Well, my dad recognized that spark and had to put me in training at an academy from a young age if I wanted to go pro someday. He gave me that as an option but continued to tell me that if I wanted to quit and do something else, I could do it whenever I wanted.” I pour more water on the bikes. “You don’t have to be a pro, there are local competitions or you could compete in other states.”
“Do you want to quit?” she changes the subject and I grin at her, she often does that when she doesn’t want to dig deep into the topic.
“I still have a few good years but I can retire with dignity. I don’t know. I never pictured myself doing anything else.”
She nods in understanding, cleaning the crevices that are hard to reach with her little hands.
I toss another question at her, “The craziest story you’ve heard? ”
“My grandparents spoke Italian and they refused to teach the family because that was their secret language when they didn’t want anyone to understand.” She slants her jaw at me, “That’s some novel shit right there.”
“What?!”
“My mom’s parents are hilarious but I’m kind of mad that they refuse to teach me, and they live in California so I don’t see them often.”
“That is crazy… but kind of romantic like some novel shit,” I repeat her words, grinning and biting my bottom lip.
“On the count of three, best decade for movies,” she prompts, “One, two…”
I wet my hair and toss it backward.
“Nineties,” we both say in unison.
You had to have good taste too.
Everything she does makes her ten times more irresistible.
“Eighties is also my favorite.” She adds.
The dogs shake their fur and I shake my head like a wet dog, water dripping everywhere. “What?” My gaze encounters Blakely’s piercing one. Her eyes roam all over my body and lock on my wet shirt that sticks to my abdomen.
“Nothing.” Her throat moves as she swallows hard and I clench my fist, needing to wrap my hand around it.
I bite my lip-ring and flex my arms, knowing she likes it when I do it and that adorable smile of hers graces me as a reward. “You woke up a few times during the night and started kissing me.”
“Really?” her eyebrows pull together .
“You don’t remember?” I inch closer to her.
“I thought it was a dream.”
“Kind of.” I hold her chin, lifting her head, “We kissed until we fell asleep again. It was the best sleep I’ve ever had and I dreamt how I fucked you till your pussy was dripping with my cum.”
A gasp and coo permeate the air. Those images reflect in her eyes right here, right now. “Fuck me, Meadow, take me right here.”
I stay silent, hovering above her and gazing deep into her eyes.
“Bend me over the bike, open my legs, and fuck my pussy.”
So bossy.
“You love to tell me what to do,” I tighten my fingers around her throat, “You know how much that turns me on.”
She opens her jacket and my gaze drops down to where her tits hang out. “Gotcha,” she mouths. Each word slowly escapes her lips as I concentrate on them. “Do you want it, or not?
“We’re outside, people can see you.” I don’t like the idea of someone seeing her like that but I can’t pretend the thrill of being caught while I fuck her hard doesn’t excite me.
“The door is half closed.”
Exhaling a long sigh, I open the hose on her, wetting her entire body as I laugh in satisfaction.
“Meadow!”
With a crooked grin, I say, “You like to play dirty, and so do I.” Fuck she looks breathtaking all wet and disoriented. The bob in my throat works fast. My breathing becomes heavy as I cage her between my arms. Spinning her, I press my hard cock against her backside as I grab her breast and squeeze it hard until she whimpers.
God I love those whimpers, her sweet sounds make me thicker.
Sprinkling kisses over her slender neck, I shove my hand inside her underwear. Her wetness coats my fingers and I groan in her ear while I use my free hand and twist her jaw roughly, making her look in the mirror that hangs by our side. “Look at you. So fucking beautiful, it burns to look at you sometimes.”
She bites her lip.
Her brown eyes stare back at me with… affection.
“Pull my cock out,” I order.
Pulling my hand out of her underwear as she turns to face me, her eyes don’t stray away from mine. Tugging down my sweats and sliding her hand underneath the waistband, she pulls my cock out. A bead of precum glistens at the tip and she rubs her thumb around the head.
Fisting the base, she gives it a tight stroke.
“Fuck, baby.” I groan at the feel of her warm touch pressed against my skin. I clasp my finger around her throat. “Are you ready to cry out for me?”
She nods. “We’ll see how good you fuck me first.”
I mirror her wicked smirk.
My fingers dig inside her underwear once again, separating her folds as I slide two inside her warmth. A delicious moan escapes out of her mouth to mine when I tease her lips with my lip ring as I add an extra finger. Tipping her head back, I lick along her column, drag my tongue over her chin, and swirl it across her lips.
Her chest rises and falls. She is so responsive to me it’s captivating.
I place her on top of the drenched bike, opening her thick thighs, I tear at the clothes that get in my way to her glistening pussy. As I swoop down, I pull the lighter out of my pocket along with a cigarette and flick it near her pussy, watching her pulse as I sear the tip of the cigarette.
The sound against her skin makes me harder.
I tuck it between my lips, take a long drag and blow the smoke over her pussy.
Peppering wet kisses and nibbles from her ankles to her rounded ass, I want to tear her flesh as she moans. I do it again only this time I lick a line up to her pussy, and kiss her vertical lips.
I revel in the throaty moans my touch brings to her, in turn making me groan myself.
I take another drag and stub it in a puddle on the ground as I blow the smoke over her ass. I kiss the tiny stretch marks on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Parting her butt cheeks, I drag my tongue along her back hole and her clit while I squeeze and slap her ass.
“A-hh,” her voice breaks.
I wrap my lips around her clit and suck on it hard, giving her my mouth over and over again. She gets swollen and I clasp my teeth around her clit, pinching it and she starts shuddering. Her moans stamp the soft wind entering the space as the delicious stimulation continues.
“That’s my fucking girl.”
Running my tongue along her slit, I attack her sensitive bundle of nerves as she comes on my tongue. I’m not wasting any drop as I suck it and swallow her cum down my throat. Pushing two fingers inside her pussy, I stretch her walls, adding a third finger. She shakes and I ground her in place with my other hand.
Rising to stand, “Now scream my name for the entire motel, baby.” I swipe my cockhead along her slickness, give her clit a few swats and shove my throbbing cock inside her soaking pussy in one thrust, drilling into her like a madman.
I hold the bike and her so they don’t topple over.
I slap her ass cheek once. The smacking sound tickles my fingers while it makes her pussy clench around my cock so I do it again, getting lost in her whimpers.
“Scream it for me, baby.”
I angle my cock into a different spot and thrust.
“Come on, tell me how close you are.”
Her sounds become louder, “I’m going to c-come.”
So sensitive.
“Not yet.” My cock pummels her tight little pussy and sinks deep within her warm walls until I’m buried inside, and I hold my hip movements.
My hand spears through the air and locks around her throat.
She can feel my cock throbbing inside her—fucking ecstasy. The heave of my chest is uncontrollable, a low guttural ramble resonates within the span of my chest, and I try to pace myself. I let my fingers rub circles around her swollen clit as her arousal coats them.
“Fuck.” My cock jerks, so smooth and wet. “Tell them how good I make you feel as if someone were listening to us right now.” I urge. “How bad do you want my cock to fuck you?”
“Please, Meadow, fuck my pussy.” Her soft voice begs me, sounding desperate and adorable as I squeeze her throat and tighten my grip.
She warms my cock so well. I don’t dare to move an inch while my fingers move to dig into her hips, kneading her heated flesh. With her body draped over my bike, and her naked curves peeking beneath her top. I want to leave marks with my teeth all over them. Every speck of skin is mine. She is mine. Mine to pleasure and mine to bruise.
Releasing the hold I have on her throat, I shove two fingers inside her mouth and she starts swirling her tongue around me, tasting herself with each roll.
“Fuck.” I curse in her ear while her pussy strangles my cock tightly.
“Oh, Meadow, fuck you feel incredible.”
Squirming in my hold, I catch the outer shell of her ear between my teeth and lick it. “Every time I’m inside you, I don’t want to pull out. I want to keep shoving myself into your pussy again and again, hearing you come with no end.” My breath is hot in her ear .
The thought stirs in my bones and I start to rail her pussy, watching her arousal leaking when I go in and out of her taut hole.
Slapping her ass, I groan and whimper. “You’re taking it so well, baby, all of this pleasure I instill in you is meant only for you.”
We take a deep breath together as I slam her walls at an increasing speed and her delicate moans turn into controlled screams.
“MEADOW.”
“Scream it louder until everyone in this motel remembers how you scream my name.” I tug her hair back. “Don’t hold back from me or your ass will be on fire.”
“Am I supposed to be scared?” her sassy comment makes my chest expand.
“You’re supposed to push it a little higher, brat. Unless you want to go and break my bed this time, but I’m running out of excuses to save your greedy pussy.” My hand lands on her ass a few times.
She starts to rock her hips sideways, swallowing my cock and I bite my lips hard. She screams as I pull her hair some more and reach that sweet spot inside her with each thrust.
“Ah, fuck.” She feels so good I’m losing it. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you look with my cock going in and out of your dripping pussy, covered in your arousal, eager to slam back inside you with every pull.”
Her scream ruptures through the air.
I groan so fucking loud, the peak is blinding, and spurts of cum shoot deep inside her. Her orgasm flows with me, and her convulsions hitch my breath as I feel her pleasure milking my release until nothing is left.
I pull her to me, wrapping myself around her as she bangs her head against my chest. “You need to eat something, let’s go to the store and buy some food and coffee.”
“Pepsi,” she whispers sweetly, little tears covering her eyelashes.
I chuckle, kissing her head and wiping them. “You’re an addict.” I fix her clothes and mine.
“You’re also an addict.” She points out.
“I never claimed I wasn’t.”
A grin pops on her face. “I like you just the way you are.”
Fuck. That makes my chest tight and it twists my stomach but in a good way.
“They fixed the bed,” I state, handing her the key to her room, “Thought you’d want some privacy.”
She stares at it. “Hmm, sure.”
Around noon, after a morning shift at the bar, I go back to my room and pull my phone out. The cavernous urge to call her dad is bigger than me. Someone needs to and I think he will listen to me. I dial and tuck the phone to my ear.
“Papa Wilder,” I say as he picks up on the first ring .
“Hey kid, how are you doing?” his low, bass voice echoes from the other side of the line and a calmness settles within me.
“I’m good. I was hoping to see you but you sent us a surprise this year.”
“I sure did. Is she doing okay?” I hear his concern immediately.
“Yeah, better than okay, I think she’s fallen in love with this place. Besides, she’s a Wilder, badass runs in your genes.”
He laughs at the speaker. “I’m sure it does.”
“Listen, can you do me a favor?” I take a deep breath, hoping he would agree.
“Humor me, kid.”
“She needs you to be here, not only for her but for yourself.” There’s a moment of silence before I continue. “Before you tell me no, I got some beers, a nice view of the best show, and a million stories and jokes my dad would gladly provide.”
“You had me at beers.” He jokes. “But mostly because she needs me.”
“Thanks, Jim. It’ll mean a lot to her.”
“I’ll be there in a few hours.”
I can’t wait to see the look on her face.
She just went for a ride with her friends, our friends. I’ve come to like them. Brook and I have some things in common and he is a part of the stunts squad I’ve been teaching this summer. They’re not so bad after all.
Maybe I’m finally ready to give others a shot. I can’t let the fear of losing people hinder me when I crave the same friendships like the ones I had with people who meant a great deal to me, besides the biker squad that I get to see now and then.