Chapter 11 #2
Twister steered our conversation through shallower waters as we finished eating.
I marveled at his instinct, and the intuitive way he handled me.
Somehow, he could get me to talk about things I so rarely spoke aloud.
And when he broached a topic I wouldn’t discuss, he didn’t get angry or insistent.
Other than the fact that he had two sisters, I couldn’t make sense of it.
He wasn’t exactly gentle—but he was cautious and patient.
Why me? Why now?
I didn’t ask.
Why him?
I heard the question like a whisper spoken from the shadows in my mind. Just as much as I didn’t want to ask him , I didn’t want to answer myself. I didn’t want to think about it too hard. I knew if I did, I’d find a million reasons to get up from the table and walk away.
But I didn’t want to walk away.
I wanted to ride .
It wasn’t long until I got my wish.
Our bellies full and our bill paid, Twister led me back to his Harley. He mounted it without preamble. This time, before I could move to climb on behind him, he offered me his hand in assistance. I accepted, settled myself at his back, and held on as he powered on the beast beneath us.
I didn’t ask him where we were going.
I didn’t care.
He drove us through town. When we hit the state highway, headed northwest, he picked up speed and it felt like I’d suddenly grown wings.
I knew what it was like to drive nowhere with the wind in my hair—but this was different. This was better. I wasn’t in control. I didn’t have to think. I just let go. I let go of everything, and I was weightless.
It felt amazing .
We rode like we were racing the sun, headed into the mountain hills in hopes of reaching it before sunset.
We’d been riding for a half hour, maybe more, when Twister pulled into the lot of a little country store, located in the middle of nowhere.
It was closed, but it was so old and random, it could have been abandoned for all I knew.
If Twister was someone else, I might have been afraid—on the side of the road with no other cars in sight—but I wasn’t.
He planted both feet and twisted his neck enough to glance at me from over his shoulder.
“Turnin’ around, headed back to town,” he told me.
“I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t want to see your sanctuary, baby, but we’re fuckin’ tonight.
Haven’t had you in over a week. Seein’ as yours is the only pussy I’m cravin’ these days, my dick is startin’ to feel neglected.
If that means my place, you say the word. ”
I opened my mouth to speak, but my words got caught in my throat as I processed what he said. It didn’t make sense. Not entirely.
“Hold on—are you tellin’ me you haven’t slept with anyone other than me since the wedding?”
He shook his head once and replied, “I told you, I’m a Stallion, not a hound. I know how to keep it in my pants.”
I felt a tightness in my chest, like there wasn’t enough room inside of me to fill my lungs with a full breath.
The wedding was more than two weeks in the past. Moreover, neither of us had gotten off the last time we were together.
In fact, as far as I was concerned, there was never going to be a next time after that.
He went six days without even speaking to me.
It never occurred to me he wasn’t merely giving me space.
He was waiting for me.
Suddenly, the tightness in my chest felt like a weight pressing down on me. Rather than the sensation of being suffocated, I felt a longing I couldn’t explain any more than I could ignore.
Tightening my grip around him, I muttered, “Your place.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
In the next second, we were gone.
The sun had disappeared behind the horizon by the time we pulled into his garage. As soon as he dropped the kickstand, I maneuvered my way onto my feet, my impatience stronger than I anticipated after our ride.
As if he could read my thoughts, as soon as he dismounted his hog, he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. My feet moved double time to keep up with his long stride.
Instead of taking me to the bedroom, he flicked on the light in the kitchen, pulling me toward his island. He then dropped my hand, grabbed me by the hips, and plopped me down onto the counter. I sucked in a breath of excitement, and he immediately stole it from me—sealing his mouth around mine.
His kiss was wild and unhinged, and I wanted every bit of it. I was already aroused from our ride, and the anticipation of this moment. His greedy affection was enough to make me so wet, I was on the verge of feeling uncomfortable.
He bit my lip as he broke our kiss and reached for the button at my jeans.
He got as far as unzipping my fly before he reached for one of my boots.
As he made quick work of the laces, I pulled the strap of my purse over my head and shoved the bag aside.
I watched as he freed one foot and then the other before he began to tug at my jeans.
I pressed my palms flat against the counter, lifting my hips in assistance.
As soon as my legs were free, before I could reach for him, he was on his knees. He spread my thighs wide and shoved aside the barrier of my panties, pausing to peer up at me from beneath his lashes.
“Fuck, baby—this pussy’s drenched, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
My pride battling against my vulnerability, I merely shrugged and replied, “I told you I liked to ride.”
He grinned, then reached up and spread my lips open wide before licking me from my entrance to my clit. He hummed, took a second pass, and I knew I was going to come. There was no stopping it—no stopping him. Just like earlier, on the back of his bike, he was in control, and I was flying .
I moaned as my pleasure began to unfurl deep inside of me. He sucked on my clit, and I reached for a fistful of his hair as I began to lose it. I wanted him and this so badly, I felt outside of my mind. If I didn’t let him finish, the world would stop spinning. I was certain of this.
He slid two fingers inside of me, and I began to pant as I rolled my hips.
“Oh, fuck ,” I cried as my head fell back.
“That’s it, sparky,” he all but groaned, working his fingers faster. “Come for me.”
No sooner had he said the words than he sucked me hard, shoving me over the edge and into utter oblivion. I felt myself flutter around his fingers as pleasure ripped through me, and I mewled unabashedly.
He gave me just what I needed.
But as soon as he pulled out of me, I wanted more.
I was still short of breath when I let go of his hair and looked down at him. I watched as he licked his fingers clean—and I saw it as his eyes darkened a shade before he stood.
He shrugged his way out of his kutte, folded it in half, and tossed it onto the countertop next to me before he met my gaze and demanded, “Tits. Out.”
He reached for the hem of his shirt as I reached for mine.
By the time I was naked, his dick was free, and he was pulling a condom from his wallet.
He was already fully erect, but I didn’t resist the urge to reach for him.
The low, almost imperceptible groan that came from Twister as I stroked him was enough to make my pussy clench in longing.
He didn’t bother to remove his boots, and his jeans and boxer briefs were wrapped around his ankles as he sheathed himself before reaching for my hips.
“Line us up.”
It wasn’t until he said it that I realized this was my moment.
This was all I was going to get.
‘It’s my turn to take you for a ride.’
I grabbed hold of him once more, pressing his tip against my entrance, staring straight into his brown eyes all the while.
Then he thrust his way inside of me, stretching me open and filling me to capacity in one swift motion.
I gasped and reached for him, my hands grabbing hold of the back of his biceps.
“That’s right, baby—hold on.”
He pummeled in and out of me, showing me no mercy, and I took it.
Every. Fucking. Bit of it.
It was perfect .
I didn’t feel pinned.
I didn’t feel trapped.
All I felt was friction—oh, the most glorious friction.
This wasn’t like flying.
It was better.
It was uninhibited, unbridled, unrestrained bliss.
And I loved it.
“ Twister ,” I moaned, caught up in the whirlwind that was him.
He rammed his way inside of me and paused abruptly.
My breath caught, not at all ready for him to stop.
He then moved one of his hands, feeling his way from my hip, up my side, and then around my breast. He squeezed me, the sensation of my nipple scraping against his palm a pleasant one—but not nearly as satisfying as what he was doing before.
“What? Why’d you stop?” I panted.
“You’re in my house, on my counter—you will call me by my name.”
I frowned in confusion, my head in a fog.
Didn’t I just call him by his name?
“What?”
He gave my breast another squeeze then released me, sliding his hand up my chest until his fingers were wrapped around my throat. His hold was firm, but not threatening, and I wasn’t afraid as he brought his face closer to mine and muttered, “My house. My counter. My name, Ali.”
In the same moment he spoke my name, he began to ease his way out of me—reminding me of what it was I wanted. He pulled out until just his tip was still inside of me, and then he returned as slowly as he left before he was still once more.
Suddenly, there was a break in the fog of my desire, and I understood.
“Benson,” I whispered.
Again, he eased out of me slowly, and it was the most magnificent torture.
I moved the hand holding on to his nearest arm and gripped him around his wrist as I pleaded, “ Benson .”
He pounded into me upon his return, eliciting a moan he swallowed as he kissed me.
He didn’t linger long, his hips picking up speed.
I let go of his wrist when he moved his hand around to the back of my neck, steadying me as he leaned into me and rode me faster.
My second orgasm was about to surface, and every muscle in my body began to tighten in anticipation.
“Benson—oh— fuck —yes!”
“That’s right, baby—scream my name.”
I smacked one palm against the counter, uselessly attempting to hold on as pleasure began to overwhelm me.
Then it hit, like an unstoppable force, and I quaked as my orgasm barreled through my core, sending shock waves through my body.
“Fuck, yes,” Twister muttered with a grunt. I was still coming, and he was still thrusting in and out of me, when he touched his lips to mine and declared, “I’m your daddy now, baby. Come all over my cock.”
Then he filled my mouth with his tongue and groaned as he lost his rhythm. I felt it as he swelled and came right along with me. It wasn’t until he was spent, and we both froze, that I realized how fiercely we were clinging to one another.
As the haze of our passion began to dissipate, I flinched and began to squirm in his arms. He only held me tighter.
“Hey—stop. You’re safe.” He thrust his hips, and my muscles suddenly went slack. “Feel that. Feel me . I’m still inside you, baby. The night’s still young, and we’re not done. You good?”
‘You’re safe.’
I wanted to believe him.
I wanted more of what we just did.
I wanted to be a woman worth chasing.
It wasn’t a good idea, but I responded with a nod anyway.