Chapter 6
Zombie
She tasted like sweet and spicy apple pie moonshine. What was shocking was I didn’t like anything apple, but I did when it was on her tongue.
A groan rumbled in my throat as I devoured her mouth. Given my sensory issues, I was happy her tongue didn’t gross me out. It would have been embarrassing if I gagged when she opened her mouth and reached her tongue towards mine.
But I didn’t gag. I actually liked kissing and tasting her…
Sweet and spicy.
Warm and wet.
Apple pie moonshine…
“I will never get enough of you,” I said against her mouth.
“Don’t make any promises. You haven’t even seen me naked yet. You might change your mind.”
I reared back and took her face in my hands. “Why would you say that?”
“Because it’s true.” She shrugged. “I’m nothing like the skinny club girls you’ve been with. There’s a lot of me, Brandon.” She patted her stomach and was obviously out of her mind if she thought I didn’t know what was under her black dress.
“Show me.” I slid her off my lap and steadied her on her feet.
“What?” She blinked her brown eyes, appearing unsure of my request.
“If you’re so worried I’m going to change my mind, show me what I’m not going to want.” I wasn’t blind and knew exactly what was under Trixie’s clothes. She was a curvy, plump woman, exactly how I liked her.
I also liked the warmth in her voice and in the depths of her brown eyes. She paid attention to my requests and never forgot what I said. Every day I saw her at the deli; she showed me that I mattered to her. She was a kind and caring woman. And not only to me but to everyone she served.
It was the size of Trixie’s heart that meant more to me than the size of her pants.
“Um.” She worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “You want me to take my dress off?”
“Yes.” I didn’t like her being nervous or afraid of me. She should feel safe and comfortable. We’d have to change that.
“This isn’t exactly how I imagined my clothes coming off. Like I had all these grand, sexy ideas.” She placed her hand on her chest and inhaled a deep breath.
“Is that a rental?” I was three seconds away from ripping it off her. Whether it was a rental or not didn’t even matter. I’d pay whatever the price was to replace it.
“What?”
“Never mind.” I reached for her hand, spun her around and let go. Trixie went tumbling onto my bed and landed with a giggle.
“Brandon! You’re totally not how I imagined. Pleasantly so.”
“Not sure what that means, but glad you’re okay with how I am. I know I’m different.” For as long as I could remember, I’d been the awkward guy who didn’t read the room and who took everything literally. Stuff was just black and white to me. Shades of gray didn’t exist in my world.
“Just a little different, but I like you.” She smiled and the brightness in her eyes lit up the room.
“Good.” I wanted her to like me as much as I liked her. Guess, I’d find out sooner than later if she meant it. “Can I tear that dress off you?”
She stared at me for a long beat. “I appreciate you asking for my permission, but you don’t have to.”
“I need your consent.” When I first joined the MC, Storm sat me down and gave me a list of things not to do and to always do.
He’d told me to never kiss a woman I didn’t love.
Always were a condom, unless I loved the chick and wanted to have a baby.
And to get consent for everything. I took his advice and warnings seriously… and literally.
“Okay. Well, I’m here willing and of my own choosing. I give you permission to do anything you want.”
Consent received.
I took out my knife from the drawer in my bedside table, released the blade, and watched the light bounce off it.
Doing this had become part of my bedtime routine after Lynx had given in to me as a Christmas gift.
I’d never used it on anyone. In fact, I’d never even taken it out in front of anyone, especially not a woman.
“What are you going to do with that?” Trixie asked in a hesitant voice.
I cut my gaze at her. Taking the top part of her dress, I sliced through the fabric in one long swipe of the blade. Her breasts popped out, and the material fell away onto the bed.
“Oh my God!” Trixie cried out, but she seemed excited, not scared. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen!”
I took in her beautiful body splayed out on the mattress in front of me. Her creamy white skin shimmered in the warm glow of the light, highlighting her full breasts which were the size of my face.
Her pink nipples were bigger than I’d imagined.
Her middle was soft and pillowy.
I wanted to spread her thick thighs and nestle myself between them to fuck her until she was mine completely.
“You’re making me nervous. Are you regretting this already?” She covered herself with my pillow.
“You don’t need this.” I jerked her shield away and climbed on top of her. “You’re perfect, Trixie. Beautiful from head to toe.”
“You’re turning me on big time.” She hooked her arms around my neck and kissed me softly.
“Do you believe me?”
“Yes.” She kissed me. “I need you badly.”
“You have me.” Shit, she’d had me for years. I just couldn’t give into my desires because of her age. But as our kissing picked up, fast and desperate, I was confident she was the only woman for me.
“Touch me, Brandon.” She guided my hand to her breast. “I ache for you. Make me come.”
I wiggled between her thighs and unfastened my jeans.
“No. Not with your dick. Use your mouth to make me howl.”
Howl?
No other chick I’d been with had howled during sex. Now that I thought of it, none of my encounters were memorable. They had all blended together, sort of like a foggy blur.
I hiked my eyebrows as she smiled at me. Had she been trying to be funny? Was I overthinking like usual?
“What’s with the serious face?” She stroked my cheek. “Just thought it would be fun to howl since you were dressed as a wolf.”
“Oh. Right.” I tensed up and didn’t really know what to do next. Trixie had successfully thrown me off course. I hated how easily I got derailed.
“Hey, it’s all good.” She pecked my lips. “Let’s just play around and see where things lead. We have all night.”
“Are you spending the night with me?” Normally, I didn’t sleep with women. I had insomnia and preferred to be alone in my bed.
“If you want me to, I’d liked it. But no pressure.”
Instead of giving her an answer, I just kissed her. It was too early to tell if I wanted her to spend the night. Like I wanted to be with Trixie more than anything, but she might not want to be with me once she got to know me better.
Our tongues found each other, and I liked it. Open mouthed kissing was something I had worried about for years. My sensory issues had prevented me from doing a lot of things, but it appeared Trixie might have been the key to helping me do more stuff.
To test myself, I kissed a path down her neck. Eventually, I’d make it to her pussy and eat her out. I wasn’t sure I could do it, but I would try like hell to do it.
First stop was her nipple. I licked it, swirled my tongue around it until it turned into a plump berry.
“Yes, Brandon,” Trixie whispered in a breathy voice. Her fingers played with my hair. It was both distracting and stimulating.
Everything about Trixie turned me on. It was kind of crazy. After walking around like a zombie, numb to everything and everyone, Trixie had been the one person to get through to me when I was zoned.
Because of my weirdness and seeming like I was stoned all the time, my club had given me the road name Zombie. It worked, and I liked it. That wasn’t to say I didn’t smoke weed, I did and plenty of it. Marijuana kept me cool and stable.
I sucked her nipple into my mouth, and her body came alive under me. She wiggled, fisting and tugging on my hair.
It was actually a lot hotter working her up with my mouth, than I thought it would be. I could only imagine what it would be like when I got to her pussy.
“Harder.” She arched her back and pushed her chest into my face.
I did as she said, while at the same time, grinding against her. My dick was painfully hard. As much as I wanted to focus on only her, I couldn’t.
I just hoped I didn’t come in my jeans when she did. That would be a sticky mess I would hate to clean.
Suddenly, Trixie started howling. It didn’t sound fake or forced.
“Yes, Brandon!” Her pelvis bumped against my dick. “Yes!”
“I need to fuck you now,” I told her. “And I don’t want to wear a condom.”
“But I could get pregnant. I’m not on birth control.”
“I don’t care. We’ll take our chances.” I made quick work out of my pants. “I’m clean. Are you?”
“Yes, but are you sure? We’d be bonded forever if we had a baby together.”
“Bonded together is what I want.”
“Okay. Only if, you’re sure.”
I grunted completely over all this talking.
“I’m ready. Take me now!” she shouted.
Not yet.
First, I needed to taste her. I pushed her thighs apart and stared at her opening. She wasn’t bare like the club girls but trimmed. I could smell her sweet cream.
My mouth watered and I dove right in.
Trixie yelped in surprise, then came her torturous howling. Something carnal exploded inside me and I ate her out like a feral animal having his last meal.
She pushed against my tongue, nearly suffocating me. I lifted her ass and held her in the perfect spot and went to town. Licking and sucking. Moaning and growling. Fucking her with my tongue. Damn I was proud that I could.
Trixie grew louder and louder as her second orgasm neared, but I wanted to be deep inside her so we could come together.
I dropped her butt on the mattress and drove my iron cock into her wet, warm center.
“Goddamn,” I shouted. It was like we fit perfectly together. My scalp tingled and goose flesh covered my arms as I hammered into her.
“Brandon, I’m close!”
Me, too.