His face nuzzled between my breasts. “Rest. I’ve got you, Anna-mine.”
I loved how he called me that. I loved how he made my body feel. I loved a lot of things, it seemed, about Big Man Brutus. Including the trouble that put my heart in.
I just wasn’t sure if that meant good trouble or bad trouble.
I only hoped it was the former.
21
BRUTUS
I inhaled the air her tits afforded me, and I decided then and there that if I suffocated, so be it. She could rip all of the air from my lungs until I saw God Himself, and it wouldn’t matter.
Not that I’d be a man who saw God anyway.
Her walls massaged me with every movement she made. With one arm banded behind her back so she could arch and breathe and my other arm holding her and my bike in place, there was only one sensation I could identify with my cock pressed right against her cervix.
Euphoria.
This woman brought euphoria to my life.
I had no idea how I’d live without it. How the hell was I supposed to pull away from her when I finally understood what it felt like to be home? My brothers didn’t even feel like home when compared to this. Sure, there wasahome with them, but notthehome. Home with a capital ‘H’.
I refused to live without it.
I refused to live without her.
I pressed a kiss to the valley of her breasts before finally, somehow, finding the strength to rear up. Her hand nestled its way into my hair, and her soft nails raked along my skin as herhand flopped to her tits. She laid there, slowly blinking up at the sky as a cool wind kicked up around us. It rushed goosebumps over her skin, and that woke me up enough to slide out of her tight heat.
“We should get you warmed up, come on,” I mumbled.
“Mmm, noooo,” she whined tiredly.
I chuckled as I softly slipped her thighs from my shoulders. I could feel the goosebumps rising on her skin.
As if I beckoned for it, her teeth clattered. “If you’d come back, I wouldn’t be cold.”
I chuckled and dipped over her, kissing the tip of her nose. “Come on, I’ll help you get sorted and back on my bike.”
Watching her cover those curves up that I unharnessed in my feral state made my cock ache in sadness. I stuffed myself back into my pants, barely getting the damn zipper up since my body was clearly ready for another round. The euphoria stuck with me as I helped her get situated with her own clothing. She looked so cute, all discombobulated after taking all of me.
I bet she leaked our mixture into her panties while I helped her with her helmet.
The thought alone had my cock pressing against the zipper of my pants.
“Go slow,” she muttered into the microphone that came alive in my ear as I slid my helmet on.
I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. “Slow lane, it is.”
As we rode back to her home where everyone else was, I couldn’t help but be more entranced with the way she just… melded into my back. She leaned against me, clung tightly, and nuzzled the helmet softly against my back. I’d have to get her clothing sizes so I could get her some proper riding leather. No woman of mine was going to be on the back of my bike again without being fully protected.
Fast lane or not.
The ride was much too quick. We were back much too soon. And when I saw her stumbling trying to get off my bike, my arms reached out quickly. I scooped her close to me, helping her to get my guest helmet off her head. And with a quick tug of mine, we were face to face once more.
“Jesus, you wore me out,” she said breathlessly.
I grinned down at her, holding her so close that her tippy toes stood on top of my steel-toed boots. “Ready for round two?”
