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  It was after nine and full-on dark by the time they got back to Fresno. Maz got off the freeway and pulled up to the stoplight at the point where he would need to turn right to take her home. He flipped on his turn signal and felt her squeeze his chest. “You okay?” he yelled over the roar of the Harley engine and the city traffic.

  “I’m good,” she said. “I was wondering…if it’s not too late and you don’t have plans…maybe we could…I mean…damn, I’m so bad at this.”

  “You want to come back to the club for a while? We could watch a movie in my trailer or something.” He hoped that was what she was trying to say. He had to at least kiss her, and he hadn’t kissed a girl on the front porch with her mother inside the house since he was sixteen.

  “Yes,” she said, quickly. “That was what I was trying…very badly…to say.” He laughed and squeezed her hands. The car behind them honked because he’d missed the light change. He resisted the urge to flip them off and kept smiling all the way home. Greaseball was at the front gates, and Maz knew the old gossip would tell everyone that came in or out the rest of the night that he’d brought a girl home. That was good…it would keep anyone from knocking on his door.

  He took her by the hand and led her up to the door, where he resisted the urge to push her up against it and kiss her. He closed the door behind them…and she looked up at him with as much lust in her eyes as he was feeling, and that was when he lost control. He grabbed her by the waist and spun her around so that her back was facing the door and then he found her mouth with his. He kissed her hard, pushing her into the wall as his tongue slid into her mouth and began its exploration. She’d eaten the same things as him, but somehow she tasted sweet, and minty. He felt like his blood sugar was going up just by tasting her mouth. She was kissing him back just as enthusiastically. He could feel her sweet tongue running its way across his teeth and doing its best to find the back of his throat. His cock was growing and the way he was pressing into her, he knew in a few seconds she was going to feel it. If she was going to run, he didn’t want it to be until he’d gotten to taste more of her.

  He took a step back and broke the kiss. They were looking into each other’s eyes, panting, chests heaving, pulses racing, and he said, “Do you want to do this?” He could kick himself for his lack of romanticism, but at that moment all decorum had gone out the window. He wanted her so bad, and God, he was horny. Even if she’d just agree to touch it…put just the tip of it in her mouth. She nodded up at him and smiled and he grabbed her hand and pulled her down the tiny, narrow hallway to the bedroom in the back. As soon as they were there he began pawing at her clothes like an animal. It was only when she said, “Hey…I have all night,” that he realized he needed to rein himself in.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, embarrassed.

  “No,” she said, breathlessly, “don’t be sorry. I just…I haven’t done this in a really long time, so I want us to take our time. I want to savor it.”

  He smiled and nodded at her, kissing her lips softly and then going back to her clothes; he began to strip them off her one piece at a time, dragging his lips and tongue across her sweet, warm flesh as he did. When he had her down to her light pink bra and panties, his heart was slamming into his ribcage so hard that he was afraid it was about to split his chest open. “Mon Dieu, tu es belle.”

  She smiled and whispered, “English?”

  He shook his head. “It sounds so much better in French. I said, ‘My God, you are beautiful.’”

  “You’re right,” she said as he found her neck with his lips. “I like it in French much better.”

  “Belle,” he said softly against her hot skin, sliding his hand up her back at the same time and finding the catch on her bra. He easily unhooked it and gasped when he saw her beautiful breasts fall out. He slid his mouth down over her collarbone and kissed the swell of her left breast, and then the right. Finally, he lowered her to the bed and helped her lie down. He climbed up next to her, keeping the snake far enough away so that she didn’t feel it coiled in his jeans and he covered one of her nipples with his lips. Her hands went to his hair and her fingers tangled up in his curls. He suddenly didn’t hate his hair so much. She was cooing and whimpering and moaning…so sexy. He sucked on that nipple and even nibbled at it, and when he did that, she arched her back up off the bed and said:

  “Oh God, Maz…oh God.”

  He smiled with his lips still against her breast, and then moved on to the next one. He put his lips around her hard nipple and used his tongue to flick it back and forth while she thrashed underneath him. He loved that she was just as horny as he was, and he couldn’t wait to feel how wet she was. He kissed down from her breasts to her stomach, stopping to suck pieces of her soft flesh into his mouth. The closer he got to her pussy, the more he could actually smell her arousal. She was making him crazy, and going slow was going to be the hardest work he’d done all week.

  When his lips got to the top of her panties, he paused to lick across the waistband. He felt gooseflesh rise across her skin…and then he took that elastic in his teeth and pulled at her panties. “Oh fuck!” she whimpered when he did that. He bit down on them again and pulled harder. The little crotch of them went up between her pussy lips and she moaned loudly. He moaned too…it was a fucking beautiful sight. He lifted his head then and used his hands to pull off her panties. He gazed down at her, fully nude now…and just as fucking gorgeous as he had imagined she would be. She was looking up at him with heavy eyelids, her cheeks were flushed and her lips wet.

  He leaned over and ran his tongue across her lips and then he pulled at the elastic band that held her hair in the braid. Once he had that off he used one hand to undo the braid and let his fingers play in all her thick, chestnut hair. He thanked God for his long arms because while he was doing that, he was able to lower his face down between her legs and inhale the scent of her sweet pussy before he let his tongue come out to play.

  She was wet. She was soaking wet. He licked at the tops of her thighs and along the crease between her legs and her pussy. She was moaning again and back to pulling at his hair. She seemed torn between pushing his face down and pulling his hair hard. She was squirming around underneath him and she’d pulled her legs open wider for him. He brought his hand down from her hair and put it on her flat belly. Then he used the other one to spread her pussy open wide. She was gorgeous, every single part of her. His tongue finally got to feel her lips and then take a long, sexy lick between them that almost made her scream. She was loud, and he loved it. It spurred him on and he began to lick her like a wild man…like she was his last meal, or the first one he’d had in months. When the tip of his tongue grazed her clit she screamed and thrashed her head back and forth on the bed as she tried to arch her hips up. He loosened his hold on her and let her bring her hips up off the bed, and then to his surprise and delight, she draped her legs over his shoulders. He began to lick and suck and bite and use his fingers to probe and pinch until she was making sounds like a wild animal herself. Suddenly she said:

  “Oh dear God, Maz, I’m going to explode.” He didn’t look up. He didn’t stop what he was doing. He intensified the strokes of his tongue and bent one of his fingers in half so that he could hit her sweet spot, and it was seconds before she was clawing at his scalp with her fingernails and screaming out in ecstasy. He felt her body go as hard as a board while the sweet fluid leaked out of her and into his mouth. He didn’t stop what he was doing, or even slow down until he felt her begin to relax and her legs start to quiver. He removed his fingers and kissed her softly before taking her legs off his shoulders and raising his head to look at her.

  She had her eyes closed but when she felt him move, she opened them and looked at him. The hazel of her eyes looked almost black thanks to her dilated pupils. Still trying to catch her breath she said, “Jesus…what did you just do to me?” He smiled and wondered exactly how long it had been since she’d had sex. Suddenly she was pulling at his shirt, though, and his min
d went back to the task at hand. He pulled it off over his head and tossed it aside. Her fingers immediately went to the tattoo on his chest and while she traced that with her fingertips, he disconnected his insulin pump from its port and set it next to the bed on the dresser.

  Her fingers moved down his stomach, tracing the muscles there, and then suddenly both of her hands were at his waist, unbuttoning his jeans. She slid one of them down along the bulge and he saw her eyes widen. He figured he should just call it a night right then but suddenly she pushed down the zipper and shoved her hand down into his shorts. Her hand was touching him, flesh on flesh, and it was his turn to feel like he was going to explode. He felt her reach down deeper and getting as much of a grip on him as she could; she unfolded his cock and whispered, “Jesus, Maz…you’re huge.” He’d heard that a hundred times at least…but never with the kind of awe that was in her voice when she said it. It wasn’t an insult. It wasn’t fear. She seemed…impressed.

  “Yeah, I’ll go easy…I mean, if you still want to…” He grunted as she pushed against his stomach with both of her hands, pushing him over and onto his back on the bed. She pounced on him then like a cat and he felt her sexy body sliding against his as she lowered her face to the top of his jeans. She licked the tip of his cock, making him groan. Then she ran her tongue all the way around the tip, making him moan. Then she stood up, and with her gorgeous breasts dangling, she bent to untie his boots. She removed them…slowly, giving him one hell of a show as she did. Then she took his jeans in her hands and she pulled them down next…slowly, again. His cock was sticking out of his shorts, lying hard as a rock against his stomach and almost reaching his chest. She grabbed his shorts and pulled them down and the full length of him was exposed. This was the part where women usually took off, so he held his breath, and closed his eyes. Seconds later he felt her hot, wet mouth on his cock and she began to suck him in, half an inch at a time.

  He opened his eyes to look down at her. The corners of her mouth were stretched tight and she had about six inches of him in her mouth. He could feel her tonsils as she swallowed and then she locked her eyes into his and let him slide almost all the way out. She caught the head of it between her lips and for a while she just licked and sucked on that, tasting the salty fluid that had gathered there. Maz couldn’t believe how enthusiastic she was…it was like a fucking dream…and he never wanted to wake up. For the next fifteen minutes, she kissed his big cock, she stroked it with two hands, she licked it, and she sucked as much of it as she could. It was only when he was afraid he’d finish in her mouth and not get a chance to feel her pussy he said, in a strained voice, “I need to be inside of you, baby…is that okay?” She nodded wildly and Maz moved quickly, jumping off the bed so quickly that he almost got dizzy. He dug through his dresser drawer until he found a condom. He had to order them special online, and he was so thankful that he hadn’t had sex lately, so he had plenty of them. As far as he was concerned at that moment, they all had Marissa’s name on them.

  He ripped one open and tossed the foil packet in the floor as he rolled the condom onto his throbbing erection. Marissa was up on her elbows, watching him in fascination. Once he was finished with that, he climbed back onto the bed, kissed her, hard, and whispered, “Turn over, baby, on your stomach.”

  Marissa didn’t hesitate to do as he asked. God, she was hot. Her little waist flared at the hips and her butt was the perfect shape and size. He took hold of her cheeks, one in each hand, and squeezed. She moaned and wiggled deeper against his palms. He slapped one of her cheeks, not hard but just enough to sting and he said, “Arch that back, gorgeous.” She did, bringing her beautiful ass up in the air. Maz let his legs slide onto the floor and he took hold of her hips and pulled her toward the edge of the bed. Taking his ten and a half inches into his right hand he lined his fat head up with her wet pussy and pushed just a fraction of an inch. She moaned, and he said, “You sure about this?”

  “Yes,” she said, pushing back and taking a little more of him inside of her to prove her point. She was so tight. The head of his cock felt like it was in a vise. He couldn’t imagine how the rest of the snake was going to get in there, but as long as she was willing, he was going to try. Still holding her hips, he pushed forward a little more. She let out a sound between a gasp and a cry and he stopped. “Don’t stop,” she said, surprising him. “Don’t be afraid, Maz, I’ll open up for you…fuck me, Maz.” Those words were the most potent aphrodisiac that he’d ever encountered. He plunged into her…all the fucking way…

  “Oh, fuck!” he cried out. She shuddered and whimpered, and he could feel her legs shaking. “Oh damn, are you okay?” He started to pull out of her and she let out an almost primal growl and pushed her butt back into him, taking him all the way back into her pussy.

  “Fuck me,” she said again, this time more urgently. That was all he needed to break down the last piece of whatever fear was holding him back. He reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair and kept the other hand on her hip and then he began to drive himself into her…over, and over, and over. She was moaning and whimpering and cursing. He was doing the same. Finally, way too soon, he felt his orgasm racing toward the surface and he somehow managed to communicate that with her. She grunted and threw her head back further, almost hyperextending it…and he felt her tight pussy get even tighter, and that was all he could take. He exploded with an orgasm the likes of which he hadn’t had since he was eighteen years old. They were both making crazy, unintelligible noises as he rocked into her, draining himself into the already full condom. Reluctant to leave her pussy, afraid he’d never get to experience it again, he pressed his body into her back instead, and still connected, he rolled them over onto their sides and he held her.

  9

  The sex was…amazing, and that word is just not strong enough to describe it. Afterwards he was so sweet, holding me, thanking me, telling me I was beautiful in English and French. He knocked the earth completely off its axis for me. I’m in trouble…big time. Those were Marissa’s thoughts as she got ready to climb on the back of Maz’s bike so he could take her home. It was late, or maybe it was early…she was feeling a little off-kilter, but mostly she was suddenly just feeling awkward. She had no idea what a person said at that point. She’d never been there as an adult and it had never seemed so weird as it did at that moment. Charity would know exactly what to say. Marissa wished she could be as confident as she pretended to be when it was just her and Gregor, but Gregor had never given her an orgasm of that magnitude.

  She climbed on the bike and closed her eyes as she snuggled into him, letting the warm feelings she’d had only minutes ago while she lay in his arms wash back over her. They drove the short few miles from the club to her house while she wished she lived further. She was surprised when he killed the engine a few houses down from hers, but touched when she realized he’d done it so the noisy engine wouldn’t wake up her mother. Who would have thought a biker would be so considerate? For sure not Charity, who had lectured her about going out with him in the first place. She was wrong, though, and despite her feelings of awkwardness at that moment, Marissa was glad she hadn’t listened to her.

  Maz held her hand on the way up to her door. She liked the way his big hand felt wrapped around her smaller one. His was rough and calloused and she shivered suddenly as she remembered how good they felt on her body. She had no idea how she was ever going to sleep tonight…the memories would be like a dream, and she wouldn’t want to go to sleep for fear of waking up and forgetting them. When they got to the front porch he put both of his hands on her face, tipped it up towards his, and leaned down and kissed her. It was slow, soft, sweet…and Oh. So. Sexy. Damn…she was getting turned on again already.

  “Merci pour aujourd’hui, belle.” She didn’t know what he said, but damn, it was hot. She just smiled, probably like an idiot, and he repeated it in English, “Thank you for today, beautiful.”

  Without hesitation she said, “No, thank you. I had a gre
at time.”

  “Me too,” he said. “Would it be too soon to ask you to have dinner with me tomorrow night? I have one more night off and then I’ll be doing security at the gym for a week straight. Tu vas me manquer.” She smiled again. God, that was pretty…did she even really need to know what he was saying? “I’ll miss you,” he whispered. It’s pretty even in English. She wondered if you could die from a racing pulse. Her heart was beating so hard that she could hear it inside of her head. No man had ever made her feel this way, no man had ever consumed all of her senses at once.

  “I would love to have dinner with you,” she said, breathlessly.

  “Good. I’ll take you someplace nice, a real restaurant.” Marissa didn’t care if he took her for fast food; it was the idea of seeing him again that excited her. “Can I pick you up at seven?”

  She nodded. “Seven is good.”

  “Okay, go inside now where it’s warm and get some rest.” He kissed the side of her face and said, “Good night, Marissa.”

  She grinned and said, “Will you do me a favor?”

  “Anything, Belle.”

  She blushed but held onto her nerve and said, “Will you say goodnight, in French?”

  He grinned, “Bonne nuit, Marissa.”

  It was like his sexy voice touched every part of her. It gave her goosebumps. “I like that.”

  “Oui?”

  “Oui,” she said with a smile. “Good night, Maz.” She stood on her toes and kissed his cheek, and then she went inside. Her legs were shaking again and she had to stop and lean her back against the inside of the door and catch her breath. Roxy was at her feet as soon as she heard the sound of the Harley engine even though he’d waited to start it until he was a few doors down. Marissa smiled and picked up the pup. “You have a crush on him, don’t you?” Roxy licked her on the side of the face and smiled her doggy smile. “Me too, girl, me too.”