“In a way,” he said with a wink.
I got the hint enough. Some questions didn’t need to be answered. Some things I saw were better left unsaid—like whatever other “side businesses” these guys might have been working with.
Sonny slapped my ass, giving me a nice giggle as I followed him in. I poked him in the ass. He turned around, pinned me against the wall, and made out with me some more. God, I really hoped this wasn’t our only go-around—he was so much more commanding and powerful than even the stereotypical alpha male.
“You’re really trying to get me to do something bad out here, aren’t you?” he growled, whispering into my ear. “You keep it up, and we’re gonna wake this whole fucking neighborhood.”
“What if that’s what I want?” I said.
Yeah, I was a little caught up in the moment.
“Damn, you’re a bad girl,” he said. “Come on.”
His pants were bulging at the groin. He fumbled getting his keys out, eventually got them in, and pushed open the door. He flicked the lights on.
“I gotta take a piss; don’t you fucking dare run off on me.”
“Me?” I said teasingly, but he was already headed to the bathroom.
I took the chance to look around the living room I was in—I figured if he didn’t want me to see it, he would have said something. I went up to the fireplace and looked at the photos.
The first one I saw was of him with his father. It had to have been taken recently, no earlier than perhaps a couple years ago, given they both had the same hairstyle and look as they did tonight. If I had to guess, I’d say his father looked a hair younger, but it was easily the most recent of the bunch.
Then I looked at the next one, and I saw…his mother?
That’s who it had to be. He looked so young, too young to be recent in this photo. His dad looked younger too, significantly so—less gruff, still a bit rough and tough, but not as grizzled and hardened as he looked now. His mom…
Where was she?
The obvious answer was she was dead, but I really didn’t want to assume anything. If she was alive and I made that assumption, I’d look like the biggest bitch ever. There was something to be said about this not mattering—we were still in the “one-night stand” phase—but…
Well, it wasn’t so easy to shake the possibility that this could be something more. And I really didn’t know why I felt that way—maybe, somehow, someway, I thought Sonny was a kindred spirit on some level? That was probably thinking too deeply for what this was.
I moved over to the next photo. It was a black and white photo of Sonny on a bike, wearing sunglasses, looking the part of a biker in every handsome way possible. If ever there was a photo I would take and pocket for myself, that was it.
“Checking out what I look like, huh?”
I turned around in surprise, a little embarrassed I hadn’t heard Sonny finishing.
“Sorry, I—”
“Relax,” he said, placing his hand on my hip. “It’s only fair that you see I’m a real person with a real family.”
I smiled. This wasn’t the time to mention his father or mother, but…
And then he kissed me, and the “but” vanished as my mind gave up to what was about to happen, knowing we no longer had to worry about a lack of privacy.
It started with him grabbing my ass and pulling me in hard against his bulging crotch. Without the fear of being seen, I moved my hand over it to feel the outline of his size. There was a nice thickness to him that got me even wetter than I already was—a certainty that this was going to give me a second finish for the night.
I squeezed hard on the outline of his cock as he grabbed my ass even tighter. His hands slid around my pants and crawled their way under my pants and panties, feeling my clit. I gasped at the touch and clutched at his clothing.
“Get to the bedroom before we knock over anything,” I pleaded. “It’s going to get wild.”
Sonny didn’t say a word, only removing his hand and hurriedly pulling me toward his room. I barely had time to identify anything other than the bed before he had shoved me face-down into the covers. I didn’t move. I didn’t want to see—I wanted to be surprised.
Sonny ripped my pants off, and I leaned forward slightly so I could get my top off. Being naked wasn’t just something I needed for sex—it was something I thoroughly enjoyed doing. I spread my legs for Sonny and just waited.
And then I felt his fingers slide in me, curl up, and start working me.
