Wheels of Steel, Book 2 (24 page)

“Grab the condom.”

“Now?” Her brows went up.

“Yeah. I’m ready.” Robin laughed and reached into the drawer for the condom. Jason was gyrating his hard-on against her. God, he wasn’t kidding; he was rock hard.

Jason just pushed down his boxers over his ass and rolled slightly to the side while Robin slipped it on him. She would never stopped being amazed at how big it got. It was so huge; it was one thing to fantasize about it, when you weren’t seeing it disappearing inside of your body. But at moments like this, when it was throbbing between them, it just seemed unbelievable.

Jason was pushing down her panties and she kicked one leg free before he rolled back into position between her thighs. She tried to flick it from around her ankle but Jason’s insistent gyrating soon caused her to forget about it. He caught her mouth with his and it was like he was a heat seeking missile, her lips the target. No matter how she turned her head, his lips were there.

Robin brought her legs up around his waist. She had never done that before. She wasn’t ready yet, but she could feel him against her clit; rubbing and grinding into her. He was trying to make her go crazy! Robin’s eyes rolled up in her head as she groaned and shivered.

“Fuckkkkk….” She murmured.

Jason nipped her ear and said softly, “What?”

“Fuck.” She repeated, her body quaked.

“Say it again, Sweetheart.” His hard shaft rubbed up and down against her swelling labia and now her juices were flowing and it caused the sensations to intensify as his pace quickened.

Robin panted, head rolling back and forth. “Oh fuck, Jason! Fuck, fuck fuck!”

He cried out and reached between them, slipping the head of his dick into her wet opening. He could feel her muscles rapidly opening and closing. He withdrew and she called out, but then he teased her clit with his swollen head.

Robin’s hands gripped his shoulders and she rolled her hips against his. “Jason! Please!”

He couldn’t resist any longer and he slipped into her, slowly and completely. The keening sound of pleasure that Robin made was difficult for Jason to interpret. But when her arms went around his neck and she was whimpering, ‘Yes, Yes and Yes!’ He knew that it was a good sound. And then he could concentrate on how excellent his dick felt being engulfed by her contracting muscles.

‘God, I want to die in this pussy…’ He thought as he tried not cum. ‘Please cum, Robin.’ He prayed. ‘Please please please!’

“Come on, baby.” He murmured into her ear. “Cum, baby, please cum.”

She nodded her head. “Okay,” she said breathlessly. “Okay…ahhh! Okay…” Sweat was rolling down her face and her legs were trembling. The feeling mounting inside of her was so big that it scared her, she was almost too afraid to allow it to grip her. But Jason’s words of encouragement finally allowed her mind to relax and before she knew it Robin DeMara Mathena was having her first orgasm—not the climax that is just a release of sexual buildup; but the complete and total thing; the big ‘O’!

“Oh my freaking god!” She screamed. Her body began to buck and at first Jason thought she wanted him to stop because she was jerking and thrashing but when he slowed down she screamed and pulled his hair. So he sped up and she growled and pulled his hair. He could feel his cum waiting to explode from his body but he was too mesmerized by her reaction; he had to watch her a few more precious moments before he released the controlling grip on his own orgasm.

Somewhere, in another apartment far far away, another couple would hear their love cries and cover their mouths in laughter, cutting off their television so that they could listen for more, wondering who the lucky people getting pounded were.

Robin kept making whimpering sounds long after the orgasm ended. Jason lay limply on his side, watching her like she was a new music video.

“Are you okay, baby?”

“Meh.” Was her response.

“Huh?”

Her hand flopped up and patted his thigh. He supposed that meant yes. He smiled. Is that why people used to touch his dick? Because they knew that a big dick could make a woman feel like this? He wondered distantly if his Dad had been packing and if that was the reason his Mom had tolerated him for so long and took so much shit off of him.

Robin discovered that she was soaking wet and at first she thought the condom had broken, but it hadn’t. She sat up weakly and touched the sheet. Did she pee?! Oh my god. Jason was looking at the wet bed, too. It didn’t smell like pee, and she would have remembered doing that.

“What is that?”

“I think you sprayed.”

She gave him a confused look. “Is that real? I thought that was like tying a cherry stem with your tongue and shooting golf balls out of your vagina.”

“What else could it be?”

Robin climbed out of bed and stumbled on her weakened legs. Jason watched proudly. “Get up. I’m going to change the sheets.” She gave him a stern look as he moved to the wheelchair. “And we never speak of this again!”

“Baby, I think it’s sexy.”

She was pulling the sheets off the bed. “Well I don’t want to be spraying like I’m a dog!”

He laughed and while she put fresh sheets on the bed, tried to convince her that a female ejaculation was something to be proud of. At the word ‘ejaculation’ she got more disgusted.

Jason rolled into the bathroom and got rid of the condom and once they were both in bed again Jason moved down.

She grimaced. “Oh Jason, I’m too sore. What are you doing?”

“I want to taste it.”

“Oh gross.” But he moved between her legs and allowed his tongue to glide along her inner thighs where the female ejaculant had dried. At first Robin hoped he would hurry and satisfy his curiosity. But after a few minutes of his tongue on her inner thigh and his lips on her damp pubis, her body began to warm up. And then her vagina began to lose its natural lubricant and Jason’s mouth was again a heat seeking missile; locating and devouring every luscious drop.

She was too sore to make love again and then Jason was cursing his big dick. But she did let him finger and fondle her and while she rubbed his dick Jason came a second time.

It was two in the morning and they were in bed kissing and talking. “How bad did your mother piss you off when she yelled at you?” Jason asked.

“Oh. You heard that?” She blushed.

“Of course. I was just outside the door.”

“Eavesdropper!” She sighed. “She made me pretty mad.” She suddenly remembered her Mom talking about their babies and how she should never have any with him and her embarrassment deepened. “I’m sorry that you had to hear that-”

“Let’s make a pact…” Her eyes flitted to his and then away and this time he blushed.

“Sorry, bad choice of words. A promise. Let’s never apologize for what our mother’s do. We are not our parents.” She kissed him once.

“Yes. That’s a good promise.”

Jason moaned and then rolled over onto his back. “Robin. I’m going to…have a…”

“Seizure?” He nodded. When it was over she rubbed his naked chest and waited for his eyes to open.

“Hmmm.” He said, eyes still closed. “I didn’t get a huge hard-on. I think I’m too exhausted.”

She moved the sheet back. “Semi,” she announced. She lay back down, head resting on his shoulder. She fondled his nipple and he jumped and gripped her wrist.

“Jesus, Robin!” She watched him curiously as he relaxed again and noted that the sheet had greatly risen.

“What is it about you and your nipples?”

He shook his head. “Touching my nipples is like…giving me a blowjob. It’s that powerful.”

“Wow…even when you touch them yourself?”

He nodded and yawned.

“Jason…”

“No…” He already knew what she was going to say next. “I’m too tired…”

“I want to see if I can make you cum just by touching your nipples.” He groaned reluctantly. “Please?”

“Ahhh…Okay, go for it.” He closed his eyes.

“No touching yourself.” She instructed. Jason nodded his agreement.

Robin sat up and reached over and flicked his nipple. Jason squirmed and bit his lip, eyes squeezing shut. She traced a slow circle around his dusky aureole, feeling it bead beneath her fingertips and harden. Jason’s back arched and he moaned. Robin could not believe how much he enjoyed this.

She lowered her mouth over his nipple and sucked it while she continued rubbing the other. Jason’s body suddenly stiffened and she saw him gripping the sheet. He started groaning loudly. “I’m going to cum!” He said in a rush of breath. And then his hips began to pump into the air as he made small, repetitive grunting sounds. She lightly squeezed his nipple and he cried out loudly and then his hand was beneath the sheet stroking himself.

He gave her a tired look. “Told you.”

“Is that the CP?”

“I think so.” She thought about what it would be like for Amberly; the both of them, their sensitive skin…and then she buried the thought away.

“Baby…your seizure and your orgasm are so similar.” He opened his eyes but didn’t say anything. “What if…one day we’re doing it and you go into a seizure?”

“That will probably happen, Robin.” He looked at her closely. “Powerful emotions can trigger them. Does it bother you?”

She shook her head and averted her eyes. “What should I do?”

“Are you asking me if you should continue? Because I would love nothing more than to wake up to the sight of you making love to me.” He pulled her into his arms and nuzzled the top of her head.

After a few moments of quiet, Robin began to hum softly and then began singing a song by Paramore called The Only Exception. Next she sang Poetry Man since he always seemed to want that. And when that was over she paused. Robin listened for his loud even breathing and determined that he was asleep so she sang the last song only because she didn’t think he’d hear it; To be Invisible by Curtis Mayfield.

“What are you doing singing a song like that?” He asked in a sleep gruff voice.

She lifted her head. “I thought you were sleeping. Were you faking?”

“No.” He rubbed her shoulders, eyes half closed. “You start singing something by Curtis Mayfield and I’m wide awake.” He kissed her. “Robin, no more being invisible—no matter what happens, okay? Promise me.”

“I’m not invisible.” She finally said.

“Right.”

Chapter 18

“I’m too tired for church.” Jason announced the next day. His hands moved beneath her shirt and she pushed them away gently.

“Don’t…not before church.” She whispered as if god was watching her.

He lay on his back and smiled to himself. “That felt good last night, didn’t it?”

She climbed out of bed. “Yes! I can’t wait to do it again, but not until after church!”

He sat up, leaning on his elbows. “You never answered my question.”

“What?” She was considering the logistics of getting back home and into church clothes.

“Do you want me to cut my hair?”

She squinted at him. “For my mother? No way! I don’t care what she thinks about your hair.”

“No, silly, for you.”

“Jason, I love your hair whether it’s short or long. But it seems like you would be able to handle it better if it was short.” Though she didn’t mind combing and brushing it. It reminded her of when she was a kid with dolls whose hair she combed so much that they were all half bald. She never understood how she couldn’t have silky hair like her dolls or like Mama. But as time went on she grew to love her hair and to stop trying to tame it with relaxers.

“Come on, baby, get up. We gotta get back to my place so I can change.”

“Mmmm, Robin’s mysterious lair. I’ve been waiting to see that.” The two of them got ready to head to her apartment. She warned him that it was too small to be wheelchair accessible and so although he knew that he should not be walking, he put on braces and used his crutches.

He was dressed in khaki pants and a button up shirt and jacket. He looked like the college students that she had pictured in her mind before she had actually seen the real thing and realized that they didn’t dress like preppy rich kids after all.