Boomtown (2 page)

  It was then I started to get nervous, because from what I could feel he was massive. Even thinking this, my body couldn't stop itself from rocking against his erection. He pulled his hand out of my pants and slowly brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. Oh my GOD.  His arm returned around my back, while the other wound around my butt and he headed into the direction of what I was assuming was the bedroom. While doing this he multitasked and rid me of my bra. I rubbed my distended nipples against his lightly haired chest. The abrasion of his chest hair on my nipples sent another shock through my core and made me gasp into his mouth. 

  He laid me down on the bed and followed me down. His head descended and latched onto my nipple and devoured it like he was licking every last drop off brownie batter off of the spatula. He then switched to the other side and repeated the process.  

  He had me squirming and begging for him with unintelligible sounds by the time he was through.  He sat up and I found myself without pants or panties in .5 seconds. Damn he was fast.  Before I could blink again, he divested himself of pants, and there were no underwear there, which meant he had gone commando. His penis.  There are no words. Before I could get my mind under control he was on me.  He settled himself between my thighs which I opened for him without thought.  

  He slowly rocked his hips and covered himself in the wetness that leaked from my core. He ran his hands lightly up my sides up my arms to grab my hands and pin them above my head, transferring them to only one of his. He lifted his head and looked into my eyes when he lined his shaft up with my slick heat using his other hand.  

  Holding eye contact he slowly pushed in. My eyes widened when he started filling me up, and I realized he really was massive, and my eyes started to water when the stretch became a burn. He suddenly stopped and his eyes bored into mine. Questions loomed there that I did not want to answer right now.  I knew he was going to stop, so I took matters into my own hands (or legs if you wanted to be technical) by wrapping them around him and yanking him forward so he pushed past my hymen.  

I didn’t experience the knife slice of pain like they always describe in my romance novels.  Yes it was uncomfortable, but it was nothing that I couldn’t handle. 

  Eyes widening slightly I saw his lips part, but he didn't stop me. Once I became accustomed to his size, he slowly started to forge the rest of the way in.  

 His eyes never left mine and he slowly rocked back and forth until he was bottomed out and bumping my cervix.  He rocked and grinded his hips into mine, igniting a slow burn inside of me.   

  "Harder!" I whispered, and his control seemed to snap. Leaning up, he pulled me to the edge of the bed, my butt teetering on the line of the mattress so that he could enter me while he was standing. He settled each of my legs on the crook of his elbows and started pounding into me.

  My breasts bounced up and down with each thrust, and I craved each rough thrust he gave me. His eyes were pinned to where our bodies connected. His breathing seemed to start coming in hard pants, but I lost sight of him when a sensation started building in my core, and it slowly started building higher and higher until it finally burst.  

  Each of his strokes prolonged my orgasm until I could no longer draw breath, and my whole body locked, back bowed.  Distantly I was aware of Mr. Humongo thrusting forward and holding himself as deep as he could get inside of me while he growled out his release. I felt hot spurts of his come hit the entrance to my womb and it seemed to gulp it up with greedy pulls. Collapsing on top of me, both of us lay panting, exhausted. 

  Finally coming back to myself I let all my limbs fall to the bed and took a deep contented breath. Mr. Humongo pulled out slowly and I felt a wetness trickle out of me and onto the bed. He grabbed me under the arms and positioned my back to his front, and did a little hop to get the comforter out from under us and threw it over the top of us.

  "Cheyenne." I whispered to him and closed my eyes.

  I felt him smile against my hair and he said in a gruff voice,” Sam."

  That was the last thing we said to each other before we both drifted off to sleep.

SAM

  My eyes popped open with a snap.  The sleep instantly cleared from my system, and I took in my surroundings.  A warm body was plastered to my front.  My hand rested on a perfect handful of breast.  Cheyenne.  Her sweet chocolate scent filled my nose and made my cock half hard.

  She was a virgin.  She didn’t act like one.  If I would have known she was a virgin, I wouldn’t have made the first move.   

  Now, however, I would kick any man’s ass that came near her.  She was mine, and whether she knew it yet or not, would be forever.  No woman that has waited as long as she did would give it up for just anybody.  That person would have to be special, and apparently she felt the connection, just like I did.

  I still couldn’t believe I had fallen asleep.  Normally I could go all night, but after I had come, there was just nothing left in me to stay awake.  She drained every last drop out of me with her tight little pussy and her soft sweet kisses.

  Just thinking about her made me start getting hard.  I knew she was probably sore, but with her butt nestled into my groin and moving occasionally against my cock, I had to have her again.  I let my hand drift down her body, cupping her breast, then lower to her mound.  I repeated the process until she stirred. 

CHEYENNE

  I awoke to a large hand drifting from my neck down my chest, between my breasts, down my belly to slowly slide between my legs. It then turned and grabbed my thigh so it could hitch it back and over the thigh that belonged to the hand.

  Finally waking up enough, I realized where I was, and who was doing all the touching. Sam.

  Sam's hand returned between my thighs and cupped my sex.

  In a sleep roughened voice he asked "Sore?"

   "No.” I lied. 

  I was sore. His cock was massive. But I wasn’t sore enough to deny myself Sam again.

  He slowly slipped one finger in my vagina and buried it up to the webbing of his fingers. My breath hitched and I let out a low moan as pain and pleasure collided inside of me.

  His finger did several in and out maneuvers until finally his hand fell away and I felt him take hold of his cock and position it at my entrance. He exerted a slight pressure to my hips and I rocked back against him until he was buried to the hilt deep inside me. I felt so full, the feeling compared to nothing I had ever experienced before.

   He took control then and slowly rocked his hips forward and back. I reached my hand back and buried my fingers into his hair and pulled.

  He growled and his thrusts became deeper. His hand traveled up my body and cupped my breast in his hand. His whole hand seemed to dwarf my small breast, but that didn't seem to deter him. He rolled my nipple back and forth between his thumb and finger, pinching slightly.  I had the urge to tell him to pinch harder, but held my tongue.  

  I got closer and closer to the pinnacle but I felt like I needed something more, so I moaned out       "More" to him and he seemed to know what I needed. 

  Rolling us both, I ended up on my stomach while he went up to his knees behind me. He then yanked my knees up under me and pushed his hand between my shoulder blades to keep them from rising off of the mattress.  He buried his fingers in my hair and tugged back slightly, just a hint of pain.

  Finally in the desired position, he went to town. He pulled all the way out so his cock was kissing the entrance to my vagina, then with a brutal thrust buried himself in me, bottoming out when he hit my cervix.

 “Don’t stop!” I begged when he hesitated for a second.

 “Honey, I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbor’s know my name.”  He said, and then started again with deep thrust after deep thrust. 

 This seemed to be what I needed, and my orgasm rushed up on me so suddenly that I let out a high pitch wail and exploded. My vagina muscles clamped down on his cock so hard they literally forced him out of my vagina, but he was not deterred. He forged ahead again and rode me until his own orgasm burst forth, and I felt his come jet out in spurts against my cervix. My knees gave out, and he collapsed on top of me.

  Both of us were breathing hard, breath sawing in and out of our lungs like we had just run a sprint relay. I know Sam was in excellent shape just by looking at his body.  It wasn’t the type of body you got by lifting weights.  No, his body was one from demanding physical labor.  His arms looked like they could bench press three of me.  Not that I will tell how much three of me weighs. 

  “I forgot to say your name.” I said, still panting.

  “That’s ok; your wail burst my ear drums.” He soothed, patting my ass lightly.

  He slowly lifted his body up and slid out of me. Wetness again trickled out of my vagina to run through the hair covering my mound, then settling on the sheets below me. I never really thought of the aspects of sex before, but I never thought it would be so messy. The only experience that I have was romance novels, and never once did they talk about the body fluids afterwards.

  He threw himself to the side and mumbled "Fuck."

  Grabbing me and pulling me half on top of him with my head resting on his shoulder and my leg hitched up over his, we fell in to a companionable silence as we recovered. My hand rested on his sixteen pack, and I trailed my hand lower tracing the V of his lower abdominals.

  My mind decided that now should be the time that I say what needed to be said.  

“That was wonderful. Let’s do it again.” Is what I had intended to say, but what came out was, “I’m not a whore.”

 “Yea, I got that. You were a virgin, kind of hard to be a whore. Plus if I'd have thought you were, I would have never asked you to get on the back of my bike.  

  Damn.  He sure did kill that worry. 

  "I have to ride out in an hour. We need to get dressed so I can drop you off at your car before I leave." He whispered into my hair.  

  He caressed my hair one last time, and then gave me an ass slap, as if saying, “Ok, time to get up.”

  Trying not to be offended that he was kicking me out, I rolled to my back and out of bed and walked to what I assumed was a bathroom. Yep, it's a bathroom.  It had a claw foot stainless steel tub that was to die for. The countertops were also stainless steel.  Guess that was his favorite color.  The bath towels were a navy blue, and worked well for the space.

  “Get on with it, bitch.” I said to myself when I opened the door. 

  I walked in and did my business. Trying hard not to think about the fact that the wetness between my legs meant I forgot something important. I washed my hands and face at the sink, and studied my surroundings.

  I decided to be nosy, so I opened his medicine cabinet and looked inside.  There was a razor, shaving cream, some Band-Aids, ibuprofen, and a prescription of sleeping pills.  Everything was lined up in perfect little rows according to size, and my messy self couldn’t stand it, so I messed it all up and moved it around.  Obviously he was anal about order, and it made me laugh out loud when I thought about him coming in here and seeing the mess that I made.

 Finished in the bathroom I walked back into the bedroom to find my clothes piled on the end of the bed. I slipped by bra and panties on. Then my jeans and tank. Slipped my feet into my boots and headed out to the kitchen where he had coffee waiting.

 I declined the offer when he nodded at the pot. I glanced at his appliances and noticed that those were stainless steel as well.  Jesus.  Even the countertops in here were the same.   

  "No thanks. I don't do coffee. It makes me hyper." I supplied as an explanation.

  He cracked a half smile and motioned for me to head out. Apparently he was a man of few words.  So that's what I did, heading for the front door.  At least his living room looked a little homier.  He had a micro suede sectional couch that looked extremely comfortable.  There was a huge flat screen mounted to the wall, satellite receiver and an Xbox console on a shelf underneath of it. 

  I walked in front of him out the door and to his bike. He got on and then offered the hand just as he did the night before. I took his hand and settled myself plastered up against him without having to be prompted. I glanced around the area, noticing other bikes parked outside doors as well.  One had a red Toyota Corolla, but other than that it was dominated by motorcycles. 

  “What is this place?” I asked him.

  “Compound.” He said. 

  I waited for more but it never came, so I asked him another question.

  “Compound for what?” I questioned.

  “For my men.” He clipped.

  “Like what? The guys who work for you?” I continued.

  “Yeah.” He said.  “Like that.”

  He started the bike with a roar and shot forward making me squeal in surprise and elation. My arms wound around his waist and squeezed tight. He chuckled and patted my thigh.   It was like one of those roller coasters that makes your belly feel like it was dropping right before a big drop.  I always thought motorcycles were unsafe, but came to a quick realization that Sam was in complete control of this powerful bike. 

  He was vigilant looking for other drivers.  His eyes took in everything around him.  He switched lanes when he noticed a car that didn’t see us.  He anticipated absolutely everything.

  The drive to my truck was freeing. Although the motorcycle helmet obstructed some of my view, I rather enjoyed seeing my little town without the confines of vehicle. The morning felt unusually cool with the wind ripping past us.  My hair was flying all around me, and would most likely be a rat’s nest by the time I got to the truck.  I rounded my shoulders a bit and leaned a little more into Sam, hoping he would block the chilly wind some.  Noticing this, at the next stop he leaned forward and took off his leather jacket, handing it to me without a word. Obviously the man missed nothing. I slipped my arms into it and relished the heat that instantly surrounded me.