Chapter 3

Vapor

This woman really intrigues me.

I'm so enthralled with watching every expression that crosses her lovely face and hearing every word that falls from her mouth that the Uber ride to her place is kind of a blur. Granted, I've had a few drinks, but I'm not drunk by a long shot.

The minute we tumble over her threshold and the door shuts behind us, I push her back to the door and cage her in with both my arms on either side of her slim form.

When she gazes up at me, her eyes are aroused and unfocused. Maybe it's the alcohol, but all I want in the world is to hold her close. We're both a little drunk, but not so far gone that there's any doubt this is what we want. The minute her eyes drop down to my lips, I take that as a sign and kiss her long and hard. Her arms slide up around my neck and she seductively presses her body against mine. My lust doubles and then triples in an instant. Just knowing she wants me is all I need for my cock to stiffen.

I move from her lips to her throat, kissing, nipping and licking as I go. "What sounds good to you? Should I get on my knees and use my mouth on you, fuck you hard and rough against the door or take you to bed and make love to you like you're the queen of all the world?"

Without missing a beat, she responds. "Queen treatment in the bedroom, please."

Peeling her off the door, I let her lead the way upstairs. Being with a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to speak up is a huge turn on for me. I stay close, carefully navigating the staircase without once asking why it was so fucking steep.

"I should have known a classy lady like you would want your first time with a new man to be sweet. Lucky for you, sweet is my specialty."

She shoots me a wry smile over her shoulder as her hand grips the stair railing tightly, "That sounds like a humble brag."

"If so that doesn't make it any less true," I respond confidently.

"Love that lopsided smile of yours. It looks good on you." I almost stopped dead in my tracks. I didn't know I had a lopsided smile, much less that it looked good on me. For some reason, pride surges in my chest at her compliment. She is straight up telling me that I'm attractive in her eyes. The feeling is definitely mutual. I couldn't wait to get my hands on her again.

Once she hits the top of the stairs, she starts casually undressing as she continues down the hall. Without even thinking about it, I do the same. Instead of dropping my own clothing along the way, I take them with me and ditch them beside her bed.

When she turns to talk to me, her eyes fly open. "You're naked," she states.

I take a step closer. "I like my sex to be naked. It's more comfortable that way, easier too."

Her mouth is hanging open, but she recovers quickly when I point out, "You're naked too. How do you suppose that happened?"

Her eyes narrow on me for a second. "Get your sexy ass in the bed," she flings back. I can tell she's more amused than anything. So I follow her to the bed and climb in behind her, covering her with my big body when she lays on her back.

"When God was handing out smooth moves, I see you got in line twice."

"I did." Bringing her hand down to wrap around my cock, I add playfully, "I got in line three times when it came to cocks. You can thank me for that later."

She laughs again, as though she can't help herself. I don't mind because she's laughing with me, not at me and because she immediately begins slowly pumping my engorged cock.

"You should take that act on the road. Dirty standup is a thing. You would slay at it."

Bringing up one hand to cup her face, I respond sincerely, "I'd rather be here with you than earning bank playing to a sold out audience."

"Kiss me again. I love your lips," she says seductively.

The sound of her voice is like the call of a siren to my ears. We kiss for a long time. It's the best kiss of my entire life. I really like kissing, I know it might lose me some man points as we're all supposed to just wanna fuck, but I love the intimacy and the closeness.

My cock is dripping precum all over the place but she doesn't let up until I begin moving down her body and she has to release me so I can settle between her legs.

"You have some nice breasts. I can just about fit a whole one in my mouth." I think my voice is teasing but her hands immediately come up to cover the soft mounds.

"They're not food. You know that, right?" She states indignantly.

I shoot her a mischievous grin, bring my hands up and wrap them around her wrists before tugging her hands away. "I like everything about your body. You should as well."

"I thought men liked big bouncy breasts?"

"Women are more than just their breasts and I've never met a pair I didn't like. Yours are especially nice."

"I always thought they were a bit on the small side."

I gaze down at her for a second trying to process why this beautiful woman didn't like her body. "Here's the thing. I wouldn't throw a woman out of bed no matter what size her breasts were because I'm not a judgmental asshole."

Feeling like I was sermonizing, I force myself to stop and conclude with, "You should be proud of them and everything else about your body."

A mischievous smile jumps onto her face. "You're absolutely right about that. I'm cute as a button. I know because my granddad always said so." She freezes in place for a second before clarifying, "I mean, that's what my nice grandfather used to say."

Reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, I say, "That must mean you have a not so nice grandfather as well."

"Oh, he's a total asshole, but unfortunately he's the only one I have left."

"Yeah, I always wonder what kind of life people have had to make them that way."

"You know, talking about my deplorable family might not be the big turn on you think it is."

I smother back a smile. "Sorry, sweetheart. It won't happen again."

I lean down and take her lips in a searing kiss. My heart hurts to know she has a toxic family member, but I don't press any further. My hand slides down her arm to lock fingers with hers and I bring her delicate hand to my lips and kiss every knuckle as I gaze into her eyes. I can see her expression turn vulnerable. She shared something personal with me. I need to make her feel safe, respected, and cared for in this moment. Gazing into her eyes, our connection is more than sexual. This woman is tugging at my feels and doesn't even realize it.

When she slides her hand from mine and cups my face, I steal another kiss, certain that I'll never get enough of this woman. The more we kiss the more excited we become. When she's writhing beneath me, I move down to run my tongue around one nipple, teasing and making it stand at a sharp point. It's gratifying when she melts into my touch with a soft moan. Her hands come down to slide her fingers through my long hair. When she urges me downwards, I go willingly, eager to finally get a taste of the best place on her body. When I slide my tongue through her glorious slit, my eyes roll back in my head with pleasure. Nothing tastes better than the sweetness of a woman's body. It speaks to me as a male.

It doesn't take me long to learn what she likes best. I run my tongue in tight circles around her clit as she squirms with pleasure and makes cute feminine sounds. The more she responds, the more eagerly I chase her pleasure. I slide a finger and then two inside her tight core. The second I touch her g-spot she comes in a gush. I fucking love it when women do that.

When I cover her with my body, her legs come up on either side of me welcoming me into her warm heat. Her soft, tight body is perfection. I've had sex with tons of women but somehow this is different.

I shove her hair out of her face again. "You ready for my cock or do you want to pass on that monster tonight?"

Locking her legs around my waist, she pulls me closer. "Thank you for all the amazing orgasms."

Glancing up into her eyes, I ask, "I really should be the one thanking you. I knew the moment I saw you dancing there on your own, lost in the music that you were something special. I'm the lucky guy who caught your notice tonight."

Though her expression turns delighted, there is a hint of mischievousness there as well. "Lucky would be getting to ride your cock," she teases.

"Be careful what you wish for, darlin'. I'm all too eager to be inside you. Be sure to tap out if I get to be too much."

"My mama didn't raise no quitter," she flings back with a laugh."

There is a bit of challenge in her voice that just thrills the fuck out of me. I cup her face in my hands, resting my weight on my elbows and rub my thumbs over her cheeks. "I really didn't expect to like you so much right off the bat."

She grins as she reaches down to stroke my cock as if to get me back on task. Normally, I'm all about the sex with women. Tonight, with this delightful find, it's all about the romance.

She's way too eager to let me stray from the reason for my visit, so she moves my cock into place as a reminder. "I'm a pretty likable woman, so I've been told."

"I think you're much more than just likable."

I lean down and suck on one nipple after the other while I press my hard, thick cock into her wet, welcoming body.

She whispers in my ear how good I feel inside her and it's enough to prompt me to pull out and dive back in again. Setting a steady pace, I drive us right to the brink of orgasm as she writhes beneath me.

When she's on the verge of coming apart under me, I graze my fingers over her clit. Giving her tiny wet bud a firm rub makes her come screaming my name. Hearing my name on her lips is beautiful music to my ears. The moment she clamps down on my cock, I shoot my load. It feels like I'm shooting hard, fast, and more than ever before.

"You're an amazing lady," I gasp, reluctant to pull all the way out because her pussy is still fluttering around my cock. This is when I realize that I've fucked her so hard she can't speak. I watch her gasp for air as her body shakes off that last orgasm.

Finally, she manages to get out, "Amazing doesn't begin to cover it."

Pride threatens to become a permanent fixture in my mind but I'm too level-headed for that. As we cool down, she wiggles her hips closer, making me think she might be ready for another round. I decide to accommodate her by forcing myself to pull out long enough to turn her over and then place her on her hands and knees. She collapses onto the bed.

Stroking my hands over her back, I ask tentatively, "You ready for round two, beautiful?"

She nods almost immediately. I wrap an arm around her waist and drag her up onto all fours. She makes a high-pitched sound of surprise. It makes my cock throb with lust.

I slide back in just in time to feel the tight clasp of her body clench around mine again. This woman likes the feel of my cock inside her. I can tell by the way she gets more verbal and enthusiastic as my thrusts get deeper.

Her head turns and she glances at me over her shoulder. When I look into her eyes, I see her pupils are dilated and her expression is excited and filled with wonder. Damn, she's pretty. When her eyes drop down to the tattoos on my chest, I feel seen, maybe even understood. My tatts tell the tale of my life after all. I think she actually gets that.

I'm pleasantly surprised when she moves backwards to meet each thrust. Taking one firm stroke into her body after another, I reach up and place one hand on her shoulder to keep her from moving up the bed. Her back arches making her ass stick out. I love the visual of her pretty ass and the way my glistening cock looks moving in and out of her body.

When she comes again I join her, realizing that I've filled her twice now. After she collapses on the bed. I follow and roll us onto our sides so I don't have to pull out. She snuggles back and down onto my cock like she belongs there.

I hold her close, running my lips over the back of her neck. "How are you holding up, sweetness? Was I too much?"

"Not at all. This is like sex on a whole other level for me, much more physical than I'm used to."

"Yeah, we're both young. We shouldn't fuck like old people."

She laughed. "You're right. We should enjoy it while we can. One day we'll be like thirty and over the hill."

"Yeah," I deadpan back. "Thirty is ancient." God, if my club brother could hear her calling thirty over the hill their heads would explode. Those dudes are still going strong at forty and fifty and not anywhere close to being past their prime. I can only pray to do so well at their age.

"So, what I'm hearing you say is that you like my cock. Is that about the size of it?"

"Don't be punny. Puns aren't cool. They're the lowest form of humor."

"Consider me chastised, darlin'. Now answer the question."

"I'd be lying if I denied it. Your cock is great, but I like your low-key sense of humor and the fact that you dance like a maniac. Not many guys can keep up with me on the dancefloor, but you did."

My hand slides down to cover her hip. "You can certainly keep a techno beat. Keeping up with your pretty ass was not easy."

"If there is one thing I'm not, it's easy."

"I never for a moment thought you were." I nip at her earlobe and slide the hand on her hip down between her legs to tease her clit. "You might be a challenge to keep up with on the dancefloor but in the bedroom is where that gets reversed up."

"Dude, you might have the world's best cock but that doesn't mean I want to get fucked to death on it."

My hand freezes. "You've had enough of my wandering hands, sexy lips, and hungry cock for one night. Is that what I'm hearing you say?'

She looks at me over her shoulder and says, "I like your cock inside me, but I don't have another round in me right now." Her face cracks open in a huge yawn. "I'll probably be up for more in the morning. Does that work for you?"

"It fucking well does because that means I get to sleep snuggled up with you tonight."

"You're too good a catch to throw back just yet," she tells me with a note of amusement in her voice.

I tumble off to sleep, with the growing awareness that I never even got her name. I cringe on the inside about that, it's the kind of shitty behavior I thought I left behind years ago. I remind myself to be better.

***

When the first rays of the sun shines into the room through the gap in her curtains I realize my cock slipped out at some point in the night. Fucking hell. That was disappointing if not terribly surprising. The good news is my hard-on was back with a vengeance. I've halfway decided to ignore it when my new sleeping companion presses her ass against my erection, causing my entire body to light up with a spark of lust.

"Good morning, beautiful." I whisper in her ear, as I roll her over onto her back. I'm determined to find out if she's awake and inviting me for sex, or if it was some involuntary movement she made in her sleep.

Bringing her arms up around my neck, she pulls me down for a kiss. As we tangle tongues, one of her legs comes out to wrap around my waist, opening her to me. I put the head of my cock in position and begin easing in. We went at it pretty hard last night. It makes me cautious enough to go slow this morning. When her other leg comes out to give me more room, I get a better angle to settle between her legs and thrust into her wet heat and back out again slowly over and over again as she moans in pleasure. I make my mouth useful by tending to her sensitive breasts just the way she likes.

Meanwhile, she's whispering all the things that men like to hear as I slowly fuck her, making sure she feels every glide of my thick cock. I have always loved morning sex. It's wonderful to find a partner who is into as much as I am. This entire experience has been mind-blowing.

"My cock loves being inside you. It's like he's found a new home."

"Tell him he's just visiting," she murmurs with her eyes closed and a blissful look on her face.

"Telling him yourself. He's doing the heavy lifting for the both of us right now. I'm not going to be the one that wrecks his concentration."

She places one hand over my face and gives me a playful push. "Both of you need to concentrate on the task at hand. You've barely got two functioning brain cells between you."

I nip at her hand with my teeth, making her jerk her hand back. She's fun and always says the last thing that I'm expecting. That makes her worlds more interesting than most women I've met. I start thrusting rougher, deeper, and harder. "Don't worry, I know exactly what you need. Let me know if I'm too rough."

One hand moves down to stroke her clit as my mouth opens over the side of her neck and I nip at her. Her pussy clenches around me. It's clear that she loves the way I fuck.

"That sweet pussy of yours wants me, not anyone else," I tease her. The idea pops into my mind to stake a claim. "That means you're mine from now on."

"You don't own me," she replies sharply, totally busting that bubble. Then she clamps down on my cock as she comes again.

"You and your pussy seem to be having a disagreement on that issue, sweetness."

"She can be yours for now," she replies grudgingly.

"Talk to me, beautiful. If you don't like the bedroom games I play, just let me know what turns you on."

"You have a nice cock. Maybe we could grab a shower and I could have little taste."

"After that, what's next on your sexy to do list?" I press her for more because her wanting to suck my cock is kicking up my arousal.

"We come back to bed for another round. I want to be top, have all the control," she responds firmly.

"You want to ride my cock. Is that what I'm hearing you say?" I know our conversation isn't all that original, but something about talking about fucking while we're fucking arouses me.

I'm balls deep in this a woman that I'm really clicking with and dreaming about our next sexual encounter when the front door downstairs opens and slams shut again.

It's a record scratch. She freaks out beneath me. Things go from sexy as hell one minute, to absolute chaos the next.

A man's voice calls out, "Are you upstairs. Why the hell are your clothes scattered all about, you got a man here?"

She shoves me off her and flies out of the bed. The next thing I know, she's running around throwing all my clothing at me as she hisses, "You need to get out right damn now."

As I pull on my pants, she races across the room and pulls open the window. It has a screen, which she carefully removes.

"What the fuck is going on here? Are you married?" I hiss, aggravated that my hard cock it still reaching for her.

Instead of answering, she gestures toward the window. "Get out, you don't have much time."

"I'm not afraid of your fucking husband. You know that, right?"

"It doesn't matter. You need to get the hell out." She literally shoves me until I throw one leg over the window.

In that instant, the happy bubble I've been living in pops and it fucking hurts. I'm halfway out the window when I realize there isn't going to be a next time. The minute I'm out, the window slams shut behind me and she yanks the curtains closed. I'm left standing on a tiny balcony with the knowledge that I never got a name, a phone number, or anything. I pull on my t-shirt, slip my sneakers on and run my fingers through my hair in exasperation.

It's only when I start climbing down the supports of the balcony and catch sight of what's waiting for me below that I curse under my breath. There are three motorcycles sitting in her driveway and they're painted up with the colors of the Hellfire Hounds MC, our most dangerous rival. And I apparently just fucked one of their women stupid.

I'm starting to really hate myself at this point. Why the hell didn't I do any due diligence, like I do with all the other women in my life before getting involved with them. My mind must be a crazy twisted place where all a woman has to do is be into trance music and suddenly there's no need to vet anyone. I've got to be the most ignorant and clueless human being on planet earth. I'm disgusted with myself, but that doesn't keep me for snapping a quick pic of the bikes because I'm going to eventually have to work out whose woman I shamelessly fucked in order to know how screwed over I actually am.