Wheels of Steel, Book 2 (34 page)

She wanted to reach between them and push his cock into her, even though he wasn’t wearing a condom. But there was a part of her that didn’t care, the part of her that was focusing on the way her soapy hands felt as they quickly stroked his hard shaft, and the part of her that heard his moans and felt the way his fingers dug into the flesh of her ass. That part of her cared for nothing other than the feel of his cock slamming and stretching her muscles.

But one thought kept her from doing this. And that was; they had the rest of their lives together. So instead, she slipped down onto her knees and she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, pulling him sensually further and further down her throat.

Jason planted his hands on the wall and braced himself the best he could. His body was a jumble of nerve endings that were going haywire. He moaned and cried out as Robin’s mouth lathed him. She was doing it like she’d never done it before; with an urgent need and wild abandon. Her mouth worked his cock, opening to accept as much of him as she could. He was in the back of her throat and then she was releasing him, lapping at his cock and then swallowing him down again.

Jason was going into sensory overload; the feel of the shower spray striking his body, the sensation of the droplets streaming down his sensitized skin, the erotic treatment of Robin’s mouth and hands as they cupped and stroked his balls.

He had great control of his orgasm, even if he had little control of muscle function. He thought that he could hold this until he made her cum, but a loud guttural, primal yell came from his mouth and he came very hard and very fast.

Robin milked his cock catching every creamy spurt of him into her mouth. He watched this with an almost fanatical intrigue. He knew that if he thought of these seconds sometime in the future he would just instantly ejaculate! The image of her was just as erotic as the sensations.

His knees gave out, as he knew they would but it didn’t matter because Robin was there on the floor of the tub with him, her body curled like a kitten against his as the cooling water spray saturated them. It didn’t matter; neither felt the urge to move.

After they left the tub and got dried off, the urgent need for sex waned…though it didn’t quite disappear. Robin slipped on panties and a t-shirt and Jason just put on boxers. She helped him use the toilet and then rubbed his legs down with oil. He surprised her by rubbing her body down with oil and of course that led to the end of their night filled with loud cries of passion, neighbors looking at each other in awe at the antics of their strange neighbor and his sexy caregiver, and then a deep, anxiety-free sleep.

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Friday was so much better than Thursday morning. She didn’t have cancer! Yay! Her Mama was seeming to accept her boyfriend! YIPPEE! She was going to her first costume party where her boyfriend who was to be the star of the night! DOUBLE YIPPE...but still no period. Of course it was Halloween and the day of the party and therefore it would make its appearance at the most inopportune time. That was just destiny, Robin figured as she and Jason got ready for their day.

Because of the party the five friends met in the cafeteria for lunch in order to confirm that everything was set for tonight. Belinda appeared at lunch. Peter’s little ‘friend’ from the other day, had not made a reappearance. Belinda’s lunch was a chef salad which seemed to include everything from eggs to every kind of meat and every kind of cheese possible. She shared it with Robin when she commented on how big it was.

“So we’re all going to need to meet at the hall. They want us set up by seven.” Peter informed them that the equipment was already there and set up. The three of them had worked on it until late in the night. They talked about how good the hall looked; very festive Halloween. Belinda and Peter were even talking good naturedly, even if Belinda managed to stay slightly aloof. Robin didn’t think that their time together last night had led to a rekindling of their relationship, but it had somehow repaired some of the damage.

At rehab, Raymond had a list of the physical therapy that the specialist had sent and instead of time in a Jacuzzi, he spent time having his muscles painfully stretched.

“Fuck!” He screamed when he got a charly horse in his calf. Raymond worked it out quickly and then continued to stretch his tightened muscles and ligaments.

When that was finally over they dashed home. Jason was fidgeting as Robin put on his makeup. He asked if they could have a quickie, and she told him absolutely not! And risk ruining the makeup? But she then ended up giving him a handjob anyways. He quieted after that and when he was all dressed Robin couldn’t stop from laughing. He looked so much like the Mad Hatter from Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland that Robin couldn’t imagine him not winning the costume contest.

She went on to get dressed while Jason wrote a list of things that he would need his mother to pick up for him Saturday. Robin stopped midway in her makeup to help him with the note. His chicken scratch writing was almost impossible to read, but he assured her that his mother could understand it.

Beneath the list she wrote
: toilet paper-sorry Mrs. Hamilton, I will leave you ten dollars to pay for it.

Jason took the list from her and scowled at her written words. He continued to write. Later she saw the list hanging on the refrigerator and it read: Robin’s IBS went amuck and she used toilet paper, big deal!!! Get razors. Cheerios. Lactaid milk-for Robin’s bad stomach.

Robin sighed and she picked up the list and jotted on it. Thank you.

“Robin Robin Robin.” He chanted like a petulant kid. “Let’s go, it’s aready six.”

“You wanted the handjob.” She called back. “So stop rushing me!” She was putting the finishing touches on the wild blue eye shadow. She decided to forego the white face—she didn’t want to look as if she was in an old time minstrel show.

She stepped back and looked at herself in the mirror. Nice. Maybe not exactly like Tim Burton’s vision for the Queen of Hearts because she was a bit more hipper and more curvier, and definitely sexier. Still she was Robin, Queen of Hearts. She picked up her staff and walked into the living room. Jason laughed and clapped and then he got his cell phone and took a ton of pictures while she posed. Then she took pictures of him with both his and her phone.

As they headed out the door Jason gripped her hand.

“Robin?”

“Yes?”

“Did you get your period?”

She shook her head but quickly added; “I’m sure I’ll get it sometime today. It was just a stressful week. Sometimes things like that work havoc on a woman’s system.”

He nodded but she saw that he had a worried look on his face.

Peter had already sent two text messages asking them where they were. To which Jason replied;
fucking; will call you back after I make Robin cum.
Then Peter sent a message;
WHAAAAAT???
He returned the text; j/k. Then he erased it all before Robin saw it.

They arrived at the Hall and it was bigger than the Omicron house. Not many people were present this early except for the brothers from the house and their dates, but it seemed as if the party had already begun. Peter was on stage playing some practice beats that sounded like the real deal. Robin grinned up at him and waved as they approached. He was dressed like Edward Scissor Hands! Oh my god, it was hilarious!

He was more a bootleg Edward Scissor Hands, with a crazy black afro wig instead of the wild hair that Johnny Depp wore in the movie. He had the makeup pretty good, but instead of scissor hands he was wearing one rubber Freddie Krueger glove. He left the record spinning and wheeled down the man-made ramp to greet them.

He gave Robin a quick hug. “Damn. You’re the sexiest Queen of Hearts I’ve ever seen.” His eyes took in the swell of cleavage that peaked above the costumes bodice.

“Thank you.” She tried not to blush. “You make a great…um, Edward, Freddie, 1970’s R & B singer.”

He laughed. “Yeah, this was the best I could do at the last minute.”

Robin looked around. “Where is Amberly and Belinda?”

“They want to make a ‘grand entrance’.” He said using finger quotes. “So they won’t be here until about seven thirty.” But I’ll show you where we set up for the CD sales.” He led them to the entrance explaining that it might get too wild in there. So a table was set up just at the entrance. Boxes of CD’s were already waiting.

“I’ll get you a lockbox later with a bankroll already in it.” So that she could make change. That was good. “And you can start selling at about nine and then if you want to stop for a while, that’s cool, but start again at around midnight. How does that sound?”

“Sounds good.” She nodded.

Jason said a few private words to Peter who then returned to the stage to switch out the music.

He then moved to take Robin’s hands. “Okay, Sweetheart, we have some time to enjoy the party.” She gave him a pleased smile. Wow, two parties and she had yet to ever enjoy it with her own boyfriend. He got them punch, tasting it first to make sure that it wasn’t spiked. It was. He left it and got them bottled water.

Peter played Paramore’s The only Exception after the last song ended and she gave Jason a quick look. “Did you tell him to play that?”

“Yep.” He took her hand. “Dance with me?” She sat in his lap and put her hands around his shoulder, her head in that special place beneath his neck and chin. Jason began to roll them in small, slow circles, figure eights, twirling them as he nuzzled his head against her. They danced for a few more songs once that was over, even a fast song where Jason threw his hands in the air in his typical move that ended in air guitar and his head being thrown forward repeatedly. Robin danced in front of him, in her full dress, dancing just for him.

This few minutes before he had to perform was the best time that she had ever had. Jason moved onto the stage to join Peter and they spun records as people began to filter in. And then a while later Peter came down and joined her where she was watching them.

“Hey. Do you want to dance?”

“Sure.” She said happily. “Did my boyfriend send you down here to keep me company?”

“Yep.”

“Thank you.” Suddenly their Kings of Leon song played and Robin knew that they had saved it just for that moment. People began singing along and it became like an anthem! She looked at Jason while she danced and he looked very proud as if it was him singing it with her.

Peter danced great for a guy in a wheelchair. He could break dance and cabbage patch and anything else that just required him to move his upper body. They danced for a while. He stopped, drank the punch despite the fact that it was spiked and then they resumed dancing. They were joined a few moments later by Amberly who danced with them in that strange spastic way that she had. Robin and Peter grinned at each other and just let Amberly be Amberly. Her costume actually looked damn good. She made a very wicked looking Cruella Daville.

Peter looked around and so did Robin, for Belinda. Peter saw her first because he just stopped dancing all together. And then Robin saw her next. Belinda cut a path through the small crowd of people that had already arrived to the party. She had to be seven feet, no joke.

She was dressed as Lady Gaga wearing a meat dress.

People whispered and reached out to touch her. She looked just like Lady Gaga.

Robin’s mouth was open. “Is that a real meat dress?” Was all that she could manage.

Belinda threw her head back and laughed merrily. “Am I going to win this contest or what?”

Amberly was grinning. “Yes, my extravagant friend. You will win. And no, Robin, that is not real meat or she would have had to ride in the trunk.”

Robin reached out and touched it. “Latex? That is latex meat.” She laughed and clapped. “I love it!”

Belinda reached out and fluffed Robin’s gown. “Damn, you are one smoking Queen of Hearts!” Robin placed an embarrassed hand over her the mound of her chest. Okay, smoking, sexy, hot was not the effect that she had been going for. Perhaps her boobs in Jason’s face as she worked on his makeup was the reason that he’d needed the handjob?

“That’s a great costume, Belinda.” Peter said honestly.

“Thank you. Yours is…well…”

He just laughed. “Dance with us.”

“No, I need to find my date.”

“Your date?” Peter said.

“Yeah. Chauncy couldn’t pick me up because he had to set up for the party.”

Chauncy. Robin remembered the name. He was the big football player type that had been the body guard at the first part. He was pretty close to being seven feet tall himself.