Candy Apple, page 5
Her stomach fluttered nervously. Nathan seemed different this morning, more relaxed, casual. Even the tone of his voice was a little different but she’d been under the influence of the dress last night. Well, the dress, wine and a shot of tequila. Still, she didn’t regret it. How could she?
By the time he entered the living room—she hadn’t seen him go upstairs—she’d put the dress back on, knowing it would be easy enough to take it off once she got home.
“Not sure how this is going to work.”
She stopped and looked up. He wore a leather jacket. At least she thought it was a leather jacket. It could have been a full-on fur coat from what she could see.
“All I’ve got is my bike.”
What about the sexy red car? Oh, he’d said something about his cousin living here. Maybe he’d taken the car.
Wait, bike? Part of her hoped he meant a bicycle though how the hell she was going to find her way home on that, she didn’t know.
“It’s no problem. I can get a cab.”
“No. I’ll take you home. Where do you live?”
She told him and he nodded. “We can make that work. Just let me…”
He disappeared again and when he returned moments later he was carrying two handfuls of stuff. She squinted but could only make out the color—black. He came close and the dress shifted. Tasha grabbed the material at her waist, holding it in place.
“These are my cousin’s. They’ll be big but should work. You’ll just have to hold the dress out of the way. Sit down.”
She sat down. He grabbed her leg and lifted, tipping her backward on the couch. “What the heck?” The skirt poofed up around her and she knew she was flashing her panties at him.
Not that he seemed to mind. He ran his hand over the inside of her ankle, stroking the soft skin and sending shivers up the insides of her legs.
He just chuckled. “Sorry about that.” With that one foot in his hand, he slid a boot up her leg. The black leather stopped at her knee. They weren’t sexy and they sure as hell didn’t match her dress—very little did—but she liked the feel of the leather against her skin.
“These will probably be a bit big,” he said as he pulled the other boot onto her leg. “But they’ll protect your legs.”
He dropped her feet to the ground and pulled her to standing. The dress immediately plunged to the floor. “Oops, sorry about that,” she said.
“I don’t mind.”
She glanced up and even though she couldn’t actually see his expression, she could tell he was staring at her chest.
“But, I don’t think you can ride home wearing boots and a leather jacket.”
Feeling sassy, she turned around and pushed her ass out. “And panties. I’m wearing panties.”
“Trust me. I know.” He smacked his open palm across her ass. The jolt zipped through her body and she straightened. Heat rushed across her skin and she tried to tell herself it was embarrassment but she was more than a little sure that part of it was pleasure.
“Why don’t you just give me the jacket?” She held out her hand, reaching behind her. “It will be easier if I put it on, you know, because of the dress.”
He seemed hesitant, but finally handed her the jacket then stepped back. With him out of range, she pulled the dress back into place then tugged on the leather coat. It was a little snug over her chest. She yanked the zipper up and felt her breasts squeeze together.
He groaned and Tasha could just imagine the picture she presented. She glanced down. Her cleavage was close enough that even she could see it. Her breasts looked huge and about to fall out of the dress. Thankfully the jacket held everything in. She dragged the zipper up the final inches and struggled to breathe.
“You okay?”
She nodded, not wanting to use precious air to speak.
She followed him outside and across the driveway. She knew nothing about motorcycles and the only detail she could see was the color was red. Candy-apple red if she wasn’t mistaken.
Tasha chuckled. Well, he had said it was his favorite color.
He handed her a matching red ball. As her fingers closed around it, she realized it was a helmet. He came close, as if he was going to assist her, but she’d just gotten the jacket on over the dress and didn’t want to have to go through that process again.
“I’ve got it.” She stepped back and tugged on the helmet, fighting for a moment to get the chinstrap closed. By the time she’d finished, he was already straddling the bike. Dang, she wished she could see. He had to look amazing on that bike.
Hopefully she would see him again. She didn’t think this was a one-night stand. It didn’t feel like one. And the next time they met, she’d be able to see him properly, watch those long, strong legs straddle that bike. A low, sexy flutter ran through her pussy at the thought.
Knowing that the dress wouldn’t fall off while she was sitting, she came up behind him, hiked up the fluffy skirts and tossed her leg over the back. She plopped down on the seat with more force than she’d intended.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t worry.” He reached back and patted her knee. “Now, can you keep the dress out of the way?”
She nodded and scooped the multiple layers of material up and into her lap. The boots covered her legs almost to her knees, leaving just a few inches of thigh visible.
He gave her a quick rundown on where to put her feet, how to lean into turns, then he started it up. The rumble shook the seat and sent powerful vibrations into her pussy. She gasped. He once again put his hand on her knee, this time sliding up a few inches.
“You get used to the vibration,” he shouted over the noise of the bike. “I’m going to stay off the main roads so don’t be surprised if I look like I’m zigzagging through neighborhoods.”
She nodded, knowing he probably wouldn’t be able to hear her.
“Hold on.”
She leaned in and wrapped her arms around his waist as he’d instructed. The mound of dress between them didn’t let her cuddle up close but her knees pressed against his thighs.
Air rushed past as the bike roared into the street. She screamed as he sped up, her hands tightening around his waist. His chest shook and she knew he was laughing. He reached back with his left hand and patted her knee.
True to his word, he took side streets, following some random GPS in his head. She’d lived on this side of town for years and she didn’t know about many of these roads.
Finally, he pulled down the familiar street that led to her house. It was technically Heather’s house. When Heather’s parents died almost two years ago, she’d asked Tasha to move in. Tasha was actually Heather’s aunt, but she was only a few years older than her niece and they’d been raised as cousins, almost sisters.
He guided the motorcycle into her driveway, pulling close to the garage doors.
The ride over had kept the dress mostly in place—it really didn’t have anywhere to go when she was sitting—and the tight leather jacket had kept her chest covered, even if the leather had teased her nipples with every breath.
The bike’s vibration and being pressed so close to the hot, strong body in front of her had kept her pussy wet and aching. If he’d taken the bike on the highway, she probably would have come.
She smiled at the idea. They’d have to try that sometime.
Nathan killed the bike engine. Knowing she had to time this perfectly, she lunged off the back and out of range before he could move. The dress stayed in place. In fact, it tightened around her rib cage once again, which was good because she didn’t want to flash her neighbors.
And since she was unable to see beyond twelve inches, she had no idea who might be out mowing their lawn on a sunny Saturday morning.
Nathan sat on the bike. Even with her blurry vision, he looked strong and sexy. A little dangerous. Dang. Last night, he’d been sexy and wicked but in a different way. There hadn’t been the element of danger.
A rush of heat flowed through her core. She liked this bad-boy biker side of her lover. And kind of liked the idea of being a biker chick.
He took off his helmet and Tasha did the same, stepping close enough to hand it back to him, before dancing away.
He probably had things to do and who knew if he wanted this to go beyond one night but a bravery Tasha rarely felt outside of the kitchen, spurred her on.
“Would you like to come in?”
He seemed to hesitate, so she unzipped the top of the leather jacket. The edges of the material spread wide and revealed the deep cleavage created by the wedding dress. Even though she couldn’t really see him, she had to believe he was staring at her chest.
Feeling bold, she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the side of the garage, mostly hidden from the neighbors. She put her back against the wall and dragged him a little closer.
As expected, the dress dropped like a stone, pooling around her ankles. His sharp intake of breath made her smile and she unzipped the jacket the rest of the way. The sides pulled back and she let it hang open, the cool rush of air and soft lining teasing her sensitized nipples.
The scent of hot leather filled the air. Heat crossed her cheeks and she closed her eyes, tipping her head back against the wall of the garage. A strange decadence swelled inside her—to be outside, practically naked, cool air touching her nipples and hot, sexy man over her.
His legs moved to the outside of hers, the rough material of his jeans teasing her thighs.
He leaned in, sliding one hand up to cup her breast. Her nipples were still a little sensitive from last night but he seemed to know that and rolled his palm across the hard peak, light touches that flowed into her core. The wicked caresses made it difficult to breathe.
His lips covered hers, taking away her ability to think. He nibbled at her lips, soft kisses that made her crave more. She pressed up on her toes, opening her mouth, flicking her tongue out and caressing his upper lip. He retreated but she could feel his smile as he placed one more kiss on her lips.
“Not yet,” he whispered.
He dropped to his knees and kissed the soft skin where her thigh and hip met. He snapped the elastic edge of her panty. “Hmm, my favorite color.”
She giggled. “I know.”
Kiah lifted his head and peered up at her. How could she know that? He glanced at his bike. Right. The candy-apple-red bike probably gave it away.
He ran his hands up the insides of her knees, spreading her thighs just a little wider. The sexy panties weren’t the skimpiest he’d ever seen but something about them and the woman wearing them inspired him to rip the red silk off with his teeth.
He leaned in and bit one of the straps, tugging it down.
She laughed and groaned, the sound moving straight to his dick.
“We can’t,” she whispered. He raised his head. She leaned back against the garage, head tilted back, eyes closed. Those full, firm breasts revealed between the open flaps of Nathan’s jacket. “Not here.” She blinked and looked down, smiling as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
She nodded toward the side door leading into the house. “Upstairs.”
He glanced at the door. The fastest way to get where he wanted to be was to take charge.
“Do you trust me?”
“Y-yes.”
“Hold on.” That was all the warning he gave her before he leaned in, placed his shoulder against her stomach and stood, draping her over his shoulder.
Chapter Four
Dear Diary,
I think I need to get new glasses.
Tasha yelped and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“What are you doing?” she asked, breathless. The soft press of her breasts against his back made him groan. He squeezed her round ass and started walking.
“Fireman’s carry. We can move quickly.” He turned and headed toward the door.
“Wait. My dress.”
He spun around, snagged the dress with his left hand and continued the trek toward the door. It was unlocked, which surprised him a little, but he decided fate wanted him inside this woman as much as he did, so he went with it. He opened the door, nodded to the two guys sitting at the kitchen table and kept walking.
“Tasha?” one of the men called. “Are you all right?”
“Fine!” she shouted back. “Except for dying of embarrassment,” she muttered.
The fluffy gown wrapped around his ankles and he tossed it aside. She hadn’t seemed too worried about it landing on the pavement, so he didn’t think she’d mind it hitting the floor. He patted her ass and started up the stairs. “You have nothing to worry about unless one of those guys is your boyfriend.” He paused. “Husband?”
“No!” She squeaked and Kiah savored the sound. “My roommate’s boyfriends.”
“Plural? Hmm, that’s an interesting idea.” He stopped on the landing. “Which way?”
“Left.”
He turned right.
She smacked his right ass cheek. “My left.”
He swung around the other direction. There was only one door at the end of the hall so he assumed it was the right one. He opened the door and smiled. The room looked like the woman in his arms felt—comfortable, cheerful with just a hint of wildness.
He carried her to the bed and upended her, dropping her on the mattress. She landed with a soft thump and a scream. Kiah couldn’t help but smile. The sides of the leather jacket flopped open, leaving her breasts bare. She blinked up at him, wide-eyed and a little startled. Fuck, she looked sexy.
“Don’t move,” he commanded, reaching down and grabbing the heel of one boot. Since it was clearly two or three sizes too big, it slid off easily. He kissed the inside curve of her foot. He’d always had a thing for feet. Nothing too weird—but he did like feet, especially pretty pink toenails.
Keeping that foot on his shoulder, he grabbed the other, pulling the boot off and tossing it to the side. He gave that one a kiss as well. Tasha—he now had her name—shivered and arched her back. The motion did wicked things to her tits, making them shimmy and sway nicely, just begging for his mouth.
But it was the luscious round ass that called to him. His palms actually tingled as he thought about giving that smooth, sexy flesh a tap.
He groaned and rubbed his hands up and down her calves. She closed her eyes and let her hands flop on the mattress. Kiah licked his lips. He could stare at her for hours but he wanted to do more than stare and he sure as hell didn’t want to lull her into sleep. He leaned down and nipped her ankle. The tiny bite shocked her. Her eyes popped open and she looked up at him, squinting for a moment as if she wanted to put him back in focus.
The confused expression faded after a heartbeat.
“Didn’t want to lose you there,” he said.
“Never.” The word and her smile came across sensual and lazy.
He bent over, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of those sexy red panties and pulled them beneath her hips. She lifted up enough so he could drag them up her legs, freeing first one leg and then the other.
Her hand wandered down the front of her body to the space between her thighs, shielding her pussy from his sight.
“Suddenly shy?” he teased, as he stepped back, lowering her legs to the bed. She giggled and snapped her knees shut, tipping to the side.
“A little.”
He took off his jacket and tossed it over a chair then reached over his back and pulled off the t-shirt. On a normal ride, he would have worn full leathers and never let her on his bike without protection, but once he knew how far they were going, he’d known he could keep off the main streets. Having responded to every corner of the city in his rig, he had a virtual map in his head.
“You have nothing to be shy about,” he said as he bent over and pulled off his boots. He wasn’t too worried that Tasha wasn’t watching him. He wasn’t performing a striptease. He just needed to get naked now. Her top knee slid forward, tipping her hips to the side and highlighting the delicious curve of her backside.
She thought she was hiding her pussy but all she was doing was making her ass look plump and round, perfect for his hand.
“Keep going, baby,” he commanded as he opened his jeans. His cock sprung out hard and ready. Hell, with the sight of that gorgeous body, he’d recovered from his first orgasm within minutes. He shoved his jeans down and stepped out of them. Leaning over, he traced his fingers across the slope of her ass, urging her onto her stomach.
She hesitated for a moment. He reached out and slid the leather jacket off her shoulders, tossing it to the floor. She was naked now. Beautifully naked and just a little bit innocent. Damn, he needed to taste.
He bent down and nipped her left butt cheek. She yelped and slapped her hand back, tapping him on the side of the head. Her fingers fluttered against his chin with no real force.
He chuckled and took the opportunity to retaliate, smacking his palm across her ass.
Her head snapped up. She blinked and stared at him, her gaze a sexy mix of shock and curiosity.
“You hit me first,” he said. He ran his hand over the spot he’d spanked. “Besides, your pretty ass would look lovely, all pink and glowing.”
She made a strange garbled noise that sounded a bit like panic, but she didn’t roll away from him. He couldn’t resist one more tap, watching the sensation move through her body. He hadn’t hit hard enough to leave any sort of mark. He’d have to explore this next time. If there was a next time. For now, he needed to be inside her.
His cock had clearly forgotten that she’d just sucked him off thirty minutes ago. His dick was hard and ready to fuck.
“Come on, baby. I want to feel that sweet ass against me when I fuck you.”
His sexy voice moved through her body, the wicked words settling in her pussy, making her ache to be fucked.
Her chest tightened. She forced her lungs to expand and rolled over. Her cheeks heated up but she knew he couldn’t see her. She’d never been comfortable in this position. Not because of the roughness or animalistic nature to it, but because it meant she had to show off her ass and she wasn’t comfortable doing that.
