25. Blakely
Blakely
T he temptation is itching me all over my body, spiking the adrenaline that is already coursing through my veins.
He kisses me and grabs my ass, giving it a firm squeeze.
“Wanna race.” Meadow suggests with another firm squeeze.
My face is tucked to the crook of his neck and I plant soft, wet kisses on his warm skin. His helmet is in his other hand, leaving his gorgeous face free of it. Even though I like the mystery and thrill, I’m happy to see him walking around The Garage with nothing but a beaming smile.
“If you win, I’m yours and if I win, you’re mine.”
I narrow my eyes, pretending to contemplate his words.
Meadow’s hand grabs onto my neck, slides up to my jaw, and his thumb caresses my lips. “Race me, Wilder.” He plants a kiss on my mouth.
I look up at him with my drunk gaze, drinking him into my system as I reply with a soft, “How about I ride your bike?”
“I was waiting for you to ask.”
“I just did. ”
He grins, pulling one corner of his mouth higher as he hands me the keys. “Have fun, baby.”
He just gave me the keys to a bike that is worth one hundred grand without batting an eyelash.
My insides melt.
We go for a ride and race each other. This time, I got to beat his gorgeous ass. We’re back right on time to give everyone the final show of the summer since it’s the last day.
The tire tracks mark the road as he rides in circles. Signaling me to step into the circle, Meadow lifts the front tire of the bike and laps circles around me.
The tingles I get when it feels like he is claiming me in front of all these people are priceless.
The crowd cheers, hands clapping together enthusiastically. The adrenaline courses through my bloodstream and after a few rounds, Meadow slows the bike and grabs me by the waist before he fixes me in front of him.
Through the cardo, his raspy voice tickles my ears and wets my panties when he instructs me to hold on to the bike. He stands on top of it and pops the front wheel up again as we go up in the air. A big ass smile is plastered on my face that no one sees with the helmet on. This is so much fun and dangerous but I know I can trust him.
“Are you okay?” His voice comes through the speaker again and while he performs in front of hundreds of people the only thing he cares about is m e.
“Yeah, more than okay, I love you.” I squeeze my body between his arms and glide toward the handles, standing with him. My hands rest on his for a moment.
He quiets for a second so I take advantage of the moment and taunt him. “But if you drop me I’m slapping your balls and denying you an orgasm until you are a sexy, colossal mess.”
“I have a better one for you.” He goads and I know that underneath his helmet he’s wiggling his eyebrows and giving me that devilish smirk.
“What?”
“You can tattoo my chest while my cock is buried deep inside you and keep it warm for me.” He pauses. “We have enough room to come up with something small to ink there.”
How the fuck am I supposed to stay focused and tattoo him when he’s inside me?
As if he can read my mind his voice envelops my ears again. “You’d figure it out.”
Always pushing the boundaries.
I grin to myself as we continue our performance and my favorite part is when I straddle him, feeling his erection pressing my center as he orchestrates another stunt.
I glance over my shoulder, my eyes lock on Meadow’s hand fisting his cock and stroking himself for a few good minutes. I lick my lips, the sight of his glistening tip and his large palm stroking back and forth has me in a chokehold.
Needing to touch myself, I send my hand to lap around my soaking clit.
“Yes, baby, get yourself wet for me, and don’t look away.”
Putting his free hand to good use his fingers clasp around my throat and squeeze me into an orgasm as my eyes feast on his erect cock that thickens when he hears my shuddered moans and sees the cum coating my fingers when I show him the evidence.
I clutch my hands to the bed’s headboard as Meadow enters me and hammers his cock into my pussy from behind.
The tip of his tongue meets my nape then he flattens it. The warm trail of his saliva sends tingles of pleasure down to my clit. My head falls against his shoulder and I moan in ecstasy as he twists my barbell.
“Fuck,” I whimper and more curses follow when he rubs my clit. “Yes… ahh.”
The sound of skin smacking skin echoes as he goes in and out of my soaking pussy, creating more arousing sounds.
Parting my ass cheeks, his middle finger rounds my back hole and sinks inside me. I start to ride it and match my rhythm as he angles himself below so I can ride them both. We meet in the middle and sparks explode behind the back of my eyelids.
“Ahh,” my moans linger along with his loud groans and whimpers.
“Fuck, baby, you have no idea how good you feel.”
He gives my hair a harsh tug that tickles all the way down to my clit.
“Rub my clit,” I request in a breathy voice, then add, “Please.”
He obliges, letting his fingers strum over my swollen clit in pleasant patterns. His touch feels so erotic and sensual as he kisses my back and licks my skin.
When the pleasure overwhelms me and the knot in my core feels so tight, the peak arrives and it ripples through me, fervently.
I detonate with his name bursting out of my lips, “M-Meadow!” and he whispers my name back. My walls convulse around him repeatedly, needing to milk all of his release out of him.
The room spins as I drag my tongue across my lips, my body is spent but my hips keep moving, wanting more. My teeth dig into my bottom lip hard as I continue to spasm around him—it has never happened to me before.
Rolling his tongue over my neck, he sprinkles tiny kisses there, letting me enjoy it for as long as I need to.
“Keep going, baby, grip my cock until your pussy is tainted with traces of me.”
Oh my…
The thoughts don’t align, nothing forms coherently until his finger entwines with mine. My breaths gradually even. And my lids open slowly.
My head feels like I’m in a fluffy cloud as I descend, feeling his hand caressing my throat.
I relax, nothing crosses my mind right now. Not a single thought.
He tosses himself on the mattress, leaning his back against the headboard and putting me on top of him. He tucks a few strands behind my ear and drags his hand over my skin to tease my pebbled nipples. “You’re a tiny mess. So beautiful with your blown-out pupils.”
“I can’t tattoo you like this,” I pant the words out.
“You can rest for as long as you need until you’re ready.”
I smile at him as he hands me a bottle of water from the nightstand to keep me hydrated.
“You need to drink too,” I urge him to take the other bottle and watch him until he finishes it.
A few hours later, my fingers play with trimmed hair along his happy trail, and as I flick my eyes up to meet his stormy gaze, his cock throbs against my pussy. He requested to put my butt plug in earlier and I haven’t pulled it out yet.
“I’m ready.” My equipment is already fixed next to us and as much as it is a bad idea, I agreed to it and I will make it spotless because that’s what I do.
I go to wash my hands in the bathroom and put my gloves on.
As I return, his cock is fully erect again, jerking when Meadow just gazes at me and I can’t look away. His green eyes hypnotize me and I get sucked into a turbulence of emotions.
“Straddle my cock,” his voice is commanding but more than anything there’s urgency and need in it. “Now.”
I climb on top of the bed as he grabs my biceps and steadies me above him. I stay up until he presses his cock to my entrance, then I drop down.
Feeling him penetrating me along with the butt plug is euphoria.
“Keep it warm.”
The fucking torture of not moving around him when my drenched pussy is swimming with arousal all over again and I feel it slipping down his cock, dripping out of me and it is brutal. Balls deep inside me, the feel of him is maddening but I shake it off, needing to focus on the tattoo.
I do all the necessary preparations to get him ready and sanitize his chest.
“We love to take risks, don’t we?”
I shush him by turning the machine on and stroke his chest as I draw the first lines of the bow and arrow tattoo he requested me to ink—identical to the one I have. He said that it doesn’t matter whether we stay together or not, we will always be a part of each other’s life and the tattoo is a symbol of that. Mom wanted him to be a part of my life and that is the hint she left me. And I found him. It’s crazy to think that she knew him as a baby and it makes him that much more special to me.
Thanks, Mom. But don’t look down!
I remove the needle to give him a second of relief. His lip is caged under his teeth and I lean in to kiss him. “You’re doing so great.” My voice is soft and praising. “Just a little more.”
A tiny groan slips out of him and his cock jerks inside me.
He likes praise… mmm.
I keep that in mind as I continue .
When I’m done, I smear an ointment over his new ink and wrap it. The tattoo is fairly small and not complicated but has a deep meaning.
“Done.”
“Good, now take those gloves off because I intend to fuck you after torturing my cock for half an hour.” He says with intensity, the gleam in his eyes burns brighter.
“I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”
“Blakely, the amount of adrenaline coursing through my veins right now, I’ll be fine.” He checks to see if nothing valuable is left on the bed before he peels my gloves off and dumps them on the nightstand where the rest of my equipment lies.
My hands grasp his wrist and pin them to the headboard. “How long can you take it when you know the next thing will be my lips tracing your skin?”
The bob of his throat works fast and his eyes darken with longing.
“Do you want my tongue then?” I say to his parted lips, exchanging my breaths with his. “You want me to suck your cock until you come deep in my throat or bend over so you can take my tight ass.” I lick across his cheek.
I expect him to move, and resist, but he’s giving me full control.
“Such a good boy.”
My teeth meet his neck, nibbling and sucking until a scarlet mark forms on his flesh. He lets out tiny groans and my wetness is dripping all over his cock, balls, and probably soaking the sheets.
This is so much fun, watching his eyes glaze as I swarm him with pleasure. It is my first time trying something like this, and it’s with him.
I whisper to his right ear, “How does it feel?” I pause. Then I whisper to his left ear, “Being told what to do?” I finish and return to look at him, lifting his chin with my finger, “Answer me.”
“Like trusting,” his voice is low and gruff, “I trust you, Blakely.”
“You’re the most antagonizing person…” I kiss the bridge of his nose. “I have ever met in my entire life…” Running my tongue over his lips, I wet them. “One moment I want to kill you, the next, I want to kiss you and fuck you so hard. I can’t get you out of my head and I feel like I’ve known you forever.”
He challenged me every day that I’ve stayed here, and never once, backed down from a passionate back-and-forth with me.
His laser gaze bores through mine. The energy enclosing us is electrifying. I can’t stretch this moment anymore when I need to roll my hips and finish him.
“Are you hard for me?” of course he is but I want him to say it; to let it run down his system and drive him mad.
“What do you think?” his words are sharp, tone biting as he grits his teeth.
I curve my brow, “What was that?”
“Nothing.” He replies in a breathy tone.
“Repeat that nothing.” I dig my nails into his shoulder .
He hisses, “Fuck, this is so fucking hot.” The desire in his eyes snaps. “I’m hard for you.”
I lick his cheek, slowly, in a straight line to his earlobe. “Final warning,” I whisper into his ear.
“Goddammit fuck me, please, fuck me.” He’s so sexy when he begs.
I grin widely as I start bouncing on his impossibly thick cock and with each roll the knot in my core is on the verge to rupture.
I moan and whimper, throwing my head back as the pressure swallows me and euphoria climbs up my body. I’m high. High on him. Us. It feels so good. He feels so good, too good that it’s almost unreal.
“Can I rub your clit?” he asks, knowing it’s still my playtime.
“Yes.” I cup his face and seal my lips around his, needing to breathe him in with each roll of my hips. I drag my bottom lip over his upper one, stretching it upward before I suck it between my lips.
He groans in pleasure.
I know.
I feel it too.
Rubbing his thumb over my soaked clit, he lets his other hand twists my barbell after his eyes seek approval and I give it to him.
“Pleasure me, Meadow, make me come all over your cock.” With these words, he massages my breasts and sucks on my nipples .
For a long minute, we toy with each other before his hands lift my hips and he moves me to the side of the bed.
“You had your fun, but I’m taking over.”
I nod in agreement and he puts me on all fours, pushing my knees high and pressing my back until it’s curved perfectly for him. With my ass up in the air, he enters me in one hard thrust, railing my pussy with sheer force.
The butt plug moves with him as he slides himself in and out.
He pushes me to the sweet edge and my vision blurs. Thrust upon thrust he reaches that spot that craves only him, yearning to feel his cock slipping in and out, repeatedly. It’s torture when he withdraws but it’s even more pleasurable when he slams deep inside me afterward.
“Fuck, yes.” We gasp in unison. “Ahh-h…”
The sounds we create echo on and on.
My pussy swallows his cock and squeezes him tight as release hits me hard and floods my system. When I’m done, he pulls out and fists his cock as ropes of his cum decorate my ass.
“Mine.” He claims.
He gathers some of it on his finger and plunges it inside my pussy.
I lie on my side to look at him, my insatiable eyes feast on his deep cuts and bulging muscles, roaming downward his cock is getting hard again and I flick my eyes to meet his hungry ones. With no warning and swift movements, he lifts my leg in the air as he enters me and thrusts. His cock fits perfectly inside me, hitting all the right nerves as my walls hug his thickness and squeeze him tightly. This angle feels sublime and I fold my arm and lean my head on top.
I moan repeatedly, changing octaves as he increases his speed and rearranges my organs like all the other times he fucked me.
“Baby, I will make you come again and again until you pass out and if you blink from your sleep I will fuck you once more.”
That’s it.
It hurts so good as a tear breaks free and I shudder.
My cloudy vision traps me and I scream his name as he buries himself so deep my lungs burn. When he releases inside me, he moves my leg slowly to the side, not pulling away just yet.
Grinding against my body, he flips us on the mattress. “Can we fall asleep while I’m inside you?”
I prop my chin on his chest, gazing at his captivating eyes. “Yes.”
Without moving too much, he takes a photo from the bag that lies on the second nightstand and hands it to me. I stare at Mom with a baby in her arms—it’s not me.
“Is that you?”
“There’s a dedication in the back,” he motions me to turn the photo over.
I immediately recognize Mom’s handwriting from collecting old letters of hers. “ Dear Meadow, you are just a baby now but you stole all of our hearts the day you came into our lives and found a home in Desert Peak. I’m expecting a baby girl right now and I wish you two could be friends in the future. Take care of each other because that’s what we do around here.”
I cover my mouth with my hand, preventing myself from shuddering and crying but the tears soon follow when the dam opens. I sniffle as Meadow embraces me and tucks me to his chest.
“I will always protect you. Even if I don’t remember her, I promised her that I would look out for you like she looked out for me. Maybe she is my guardian angel as you once suggested.”
Voice wobbling, I comment, “Mom and your friends.”
“Yeah, they all look out for us—the dead and the living.”