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Adriana

When I arrived home, I sent Trevor a text,
telling him that I wasn’t coming over. In the message I also explained that I
wasn’t interested in seeing him again, because his world frightened the hell
out of me. I also told him that if he called, I wouldn’t answer. I pretty much
demanded that he give me space and respect my wishes. 

I hesitated before I pushed “Send”.  I
hesitated, because deep down, part of me wanted to see that sexy smile again.
Even more than that, I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted his tongue, his mouth,
and what was hiding under those blue jeans. I wanted it badly. What I didn’t
want was the drama and all of the other stuff that came with it. Something told
me that if I did find myself in his bed, I’d make up excuses for that part of
his life. It would suddenly be, acceptable. Well, that was now unacceptable.

Letting out a ragged breath, I pushed “Send”
and then waited several minutes for his reaction.  

Fortunately, he didn’t call me back.

Nor did he send me a text.

Setting my phone down, I went into my bedroom, removed
my panty hose, and then threw them into the dirty clothes. Afterward, I went
into the kitchen and began making myself a ham and cheese sandwich. As I was
searching for the mayonnaise, I heard it. The rumble of a motorcycle rolling
down the street.

Groaning, I closed the refrigerator and went to
the front door, knowing that none of the other neighbors owned a Harley
Davidson, or any other motorcycle, for that matter. When I opened it, I found
myself looking up at Trevor’s cocky grin.

“Surprise.”

I scowled. “Didn’t you get my text?”

“Of course.”

“I told you not to come over here.”

“Number one, you should know that I’m not keen
on following orders, unless they’re from Slammer. Number two, you told me not
to
call
you. You never said anything about stopping by.”

I sighed.  “Technicalities.”

“Can I come in?”

“No,” I said, crossing my arms under my chest.
“In fact, you really need to leave. My mother is going to be home soon.”

“So, what you’re really trying to say is that
she doesn’t like me?”

“Ha, ha. Funny.”

“Actually, it’s not, really.” He looked down at
my outfit and he whistled.  “I didn’t get a chance to tell you this, but you
look sexier than hell, Kitten.”

“Thanks.”

He bit his lower lip and sighed. “A dress like
that can make a man lose control. It can also put ideas in his head. Wicked
ones.”

I was blushing when our eyes met again.

“Come on.” He leaned against the door frame and
whispered, “Take a ride with me.”

“I can’t.”

“You can. You’re just scared.”

“It would never work between us.”

“I’m not asking for anything to work. I’m just
asking you to take a ride.”

I glanced at his Harley. It sounded like fun,
but I knew it was a bad idea.  Between the man and the machine, I’d never want
to get off. Or maybe I would and that was the real problem. “What do you want
from me, Trevor?”   

A slow, sexy smile crossed his lips. “Oh,
Darling, do you really have to ask?”

Why the fuck did he have to be so damn sexy?

“If I get on your bike, I’m pretty sure that
I’ll make some bad decisions, before the night is over.”

He grinned wickedly.  “I won’t tell if you
won’t.”

Heat pooled between my legs. The look in his
eyes was making it so hard.  “I’m not getting on your bike, so don’t ask me
again.”

He sighed. “Fine. I won’t ask you again if you
agree to something.”

“What’s that?”

“Give me a kiss goodbye. You owe me, anyway.”

I laughed. “Oh, is that right?”

He looked serious. “Yeah. It’s colder than shit
out here and now I have to drive back.”

“Why is that my problem?”

“Because you wouldn’t let me call you. Had I
been able to do so, I wouldn’t be standing out here or about to drive back
without your warm body wrapped around me on my bike.”

‘So, you think that I owe you a kiss?” I
replied, smirking.

“Probably two, but I’ll settle for one.”

I smirked. “Fine. One kiss and then you’re
leaving.”

He stepped closer to me and slid his arms
around my waist. “I swear, I’ll leave, if you still want me to,” he whispered,
staring down at my mouth.

Bad mistake
, I
thought, feeling my body already begin to respond. Just the feel of his arms
around me was making my stomach quiver.

“I’m sure I will,” I lied, more to myself then
him.

 He smiled and then leaned forward, kissing me
gently. I closed my eyes, feeling a surge of excitement as his tongue slid into
my mouth. His mouth was hot and he tasted like spearmint and beer, it was an oddly
seductive mix. I slid my hand up to the back of his neck and began kissing him
back, wanting more. Needing more. The man was as bad as a drug. The addicting
kind.

Trevor growled in the back of his throat and pulled
away. “Take a ride with me,” he said, sliding his hands over my ass. He pressed
his hips against mine and I could feel his hardness, teasing me. “Please. I’ve
got to have you.”

“I… I can’t,” I whispered, his words making me
wetter than the birdbath out front.

“You can,” he murmured, moving his lips to my
neck. “Fuck me, you smell good.”

“The neighbors are watching,” I whispered,
noting that the woman across the street was looking through her blinds.

“Oh, yeah? Well, this show is all mine,” he
whispered, backing me into the house. When my shoulders hit the closet door, he
pulled me back against his chest, and began kissing me again, this time much more
hungrily. Then one of his hands were on my breast, the other on my ass. He
started squeezing booth, while grinding his hips into mine, letting me know
what his intentions were.

I moaned, kissing him back as he raised my dress
and touched my thong. 

“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he growled, slamming
the door shut with the back of his boot. “I need to be inside of you. Now.”

 “What are you doing?”  I squealed, as he
picked up.

His blue eyes burned into mine. His pupils were
large. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“Upstairs, but we can’t. My mother will be home
soon.”

“This is your house, too?”

“Yes.”

“Are you an adult?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s go act like adults,” he said,
heading toward the stairs. Seconds later, we were in my bedroom and he was
locking the door.

“I… I don’t think this is a good idea,” I said.

He turned around and began removing his leather
jacket. “Let me do the thinking.”

I smiled nervously.

He hung his jacket on my door and glanced
around the room. It was still painted purple and I had the same frilly bedspread,
covering my mattress, the one that I had when I was a teenager.

He chuckled.

“What?”  

“The only thing missing are posters of
boy-bands and puppies. You certainly have enough stuffed animals and…
unicorns.”

“I used to collect them,” I said, glancing at
all the figurines.

He removed his leather cut and hung it over the
jacket. Then he pulled his T-shirt out of his jeans and began taking it off. “I
used to collect rocks and crystals, before my old man threw them out one day.
Then I just didn’t bother with it anymore. Nothing wrong with wanting to
collect things.”

 “I agree,” I replied, staring at his tattooed,
muscular chest and arms. “And, I think that’s great. Collecting rocks and
crystals.”

He walked over to me and touched my necklace. “Speaking
of,” said Trevor. “I want to see you naked, wearing this and nothing else,” he
said, his eyes burning into mine.

I looked down at it, my cheeks burning red.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. Come here.” He grabbed
the back of my head, and pulled my face to his, kissing me hard.

I melted into Trevor, the very last of my
resolve, gone. I couldn’t wait to feel his cock moving deep inside of me. Just
the thought of it made my sex tighten up.

His kisses became more demanding as my hand
moved to the hard bulge hidden in his jeans. As I began stroking him,
his tongue plunged deep,
filling my mouth the way we both wanted him to fill my sex.
 

“I’m going to explode, I want you so fucking
bad, Kitten,” he growled into my neck as I squeezed his cock through his jeans.
I could feel the long, hard, length of him through the cotton and it made me want
to hump his leg, like a bitch in heat.

He pulled my dress up and over my hips, then slid
his hand to the front of my thong where he cupped my mound. “Fuck,” he
whispered, using his knuckles to stroke my clit through the fabric. “I need to
be inside of you. You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” I moaned, digging my nails into his arm.
“Oh God, yes.”

He slid one of his fingers into me. “You’re so
wet.”

Whimpering in pleasure I unbuttoned his jeans
and slid my hand under his boxers, grappling his cock. The size alone almost
brought me to my knees. I couldn’t wait to ride him.

Gasping, he grabbed my wrist as I began
stroking him. “Hold on, there, Darlin’. I won’t last.”

I smiled.

 He kicked his jeans and boxers down to the
floor, his cock bobbing as he pushed them aside with his foot. I could almost
taste the pre-cum dripping on the end and it made me even more wet.

***

Raptor

My dick was so hard that two more strokes would
have done me in. I made her stop and got rid of my jeans. Then I walked over to
the bed and sat down on the edge. “Undress for me,” I said, staring up at her.

Her cheeks turned pink.

I grinned. “Come on, Kitten. Don’t be shy. Turn
around.”

She did and I unzipped her dress. It fell to
the floor and she kicked it away. As she was about to turn back around, I
stopped her.

“Hold on. I need to look at this pretty little
ass of yours,” I said, grabbing it with both hands.

She squealed as I leaned forward and bit her left cheek, playfully.

“That hurts,” she said, trying to move away.

“Let me kiss it then,” I said, bringing my
mouth back to her creamy skin. I licked where it was pink and she began to
relax.

“You’ve got a sweet ass,” I said, moving a
finger down the length of her thong, to her slit, which was dripping wet.

 She moaned.

I licked my lips. “Spread your legs, more.”

Adriana, did as she was told.

I shoved my thumb into her hole as I circled
and wiggled around on her clit with my other two fingers.  Moaning, she leaned
forward, holding her knees and I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed a taste of
that that peach. I turned her around, picked her up, and sat her on my face.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, as I slid her G-string
to the side and began licking her pussy.

“Ah… ah…”

I stopped and looked up at her. “Is this okay?”
 

Adriana stared at me through her lashes. “Yes,”
she murmured, her face flushed. “Very.”

Grabbing her hips, I plunged my tongue, deep
into her hole, tickling her clit with my nose. Moaning, she leaned forward and
grabbed the headboard, to steady herself as I licked and sucked in the places
that I knew drove women crazy.

“Yes,” whimpered, as my tongue moved faster.
“Oh my God, Trevor…”

 Noticing that she still had her bra on, I
paused, sliding my hand up to her breasts. I tugged at it. “Take this off.”

I could feel her legs trembling as she unclasped
her bra and threw it aside.

“Beautiful,” I whispered.

She had perfect breasts. Not too big. Not too
small. Plus, they were real. Unlike Brandy’s.

Staring up at her gorgeous body, I continued to
work her clit with my tongue, while I stared up at her breasts. Reaching up, I grabbed
one, enjoying the softness and weight in my palm. I squeezed it and then my
hand went to the other, this time pinching her nipple. Moaning, she leaned back
and grabbed my cock, stroking it.

Resisting the urge to let her keep pumping my
cock, I stopped her and flipped us over.

****

Adriana