“You definitely made that clear earlier.” I said.
“Alright. Miss Kia, I find you utterly gorgeous and interesting, and I would like to get to know you better.” His hazel eyes warmed me like a hot cinnamon sugar roll.
When he said, get to know me better, I assumed sex.
“Your place. I share mine with my sister.” Not true, but I wasn’t ready to bring him home. That was my space and if he did turn out weird, odd, or otherwise, I didn’t want to bring him there.
“I rode here on my bike, but I have an extra helmet and jacket in my saddle bag. Or if you want to grab your car that’s fine too. I had two beers and coffee. Whatever makes you feel safer.”
I squeezed his arm. He was sweet, but the last thing I wanted was to feel safe tonight.
“Bike. Please.”
Who was this version of me? Bad girl Kiara Roberts.
“As the lady wishes.” David guided me back outside and we walked back in the direction of the bar toward his bike. He owned a beautiful Harley painted steel grey as best I could tell in the street lights. He opened up his saddle bag and handed me a jacket along with a shiny helmet.
David got on the bike and popped the stand. For a moment I feared I might lose my leg getting on the bike or with him driving. Near comical visions of it tumbling down the road made me ill and choking back a laugh.
“Ready?”
David held out his hand and I jumped on the back squeezing him tight with my legs. The ride back was less than twenty minutes on quiet deserted roads illuminated by the moonlight. He handled the bike well and I never for a moment felt unsure of his abilities.
He revved the engine and drove into a back parking lot of the main drag in town to a space behind Easton’s Pub. The alley was dark, a lamp flickered and he parked next to a beat up vehicle of indeterminate brand. We got off the bike and continued to hold hands walking in through the back door and up a flight steps.
“Want a drink or something? We own the bar and my brother brews everything.”
“No, I’m good, but thanks.” Oddly, I’d been inside Easton’s once or twice and never ran into him. He might have been deployed at the time, but I didn’t ask. If this turned sour, I could never show my face here again.
We head up the stairs to the first flight that had two doors for two apartments. He opened one and led me inside dropping his keys in a bowl by the door. I took in the sparse décor. Typical bachelor pad. Windows banked three sides of the apartment with tall gauzy curtains hanging from metal rods. He kept the lights low, but I saw a large TV took up one wall and a screen blocked off the bedroom in the open floor plan. His kitchen looked like a retro remodel complete with a bright red fridge like it had been plucked out of a diner car somewhere in 1960. It was cute and a trio exposed light bulbs hung from thick black wires over a hard wood topped island. Everything was neat, orderly, clean.
“So as much as I want this, are you sure?” David hovered close and I filled the space between us maneuvering closer to him. My hands traveled a path up his chest until my palms rested over his solid pecks. I could see the outline of his well-defined body even with his shirt. I was so close to solving the mystery of unicorn abs.
I leaned in close, my lips hovered over his ear and I let my voice drop whispering as I tugged him closer. “I’m totally sure.”
David backpedaled toward the bed and sat down reclining back. I followed by hiking one leg over to straddle him. I was not taking my clothes off, but I planned on having kinky sex no matter what at this point.
“Clothes?” David kissed my chin mentioning the one thing I wanted to avoid and made his way to the curve of my neck, his hand moving to my twisted tight curls.
I shook my head no and reached in between us to undo his belt and jean fly. He lifted his hips to help which only planted me further over his midsection like a bucking horse. I was sure David would be a hell of a ride and I let my hormones rule this one and only time.
“Kiara.” My name was said with such reverence I grew wetter each time he murmured the syllables. “Kiara, Kiara.” He chanted between kisses and I rolled my hips over him.
“I want this so bad.” I fumbled to free his huge dick and thumbed the precum from the tip around his shaft foolishly popping my thumb in my mouth. I didn’t even ask him his sexual history and I was strung out on his spend. Definitely taking the bad girl thing too far.
“Fuck, that’s good. Hold on.” My bad boy reached over his head to open the nightstand drawer pulling out a condom. He ripped the wrapper and rolled it over his length while I panted and salivated for more.
I reached in between plucking the fabric of my stockings with my nail. So much for overthinking this. I did not want to remove more clothes, but I wanted his hard cock pressing inside me deep to the core. I yanked on my stockings, once, twice, until I felt a small tear give. It was enough to fit my finger inside but no way was his dick fitting.
“Shit, that’s hot. Kiara, let me.” David gripped my thigh and worked his hand up my leg
until he reached the apex where I struggled with the barrier of dense nylon. David wormed his thick finger inside and yanked in a way that shredded the offending barrier.
“Now David.” I wiggled on top rubbing my wet folds against his hot length. His finger lingered rubbing my clit with the perfect amount of pressure that even I didn’t get right riding solo. He strummed me better than I thought possible. I wavered over his hips like a ripped sail in the wind barely tethered to reality in the wildness of the storm.
“Too good.” David grunted and I pressed down feeling the pop of pressure as the head of his cock fit inside me an inch or so. A tight fit for sure, but oh so good as my body stretched to accommodate him. He was definitely no inexperienced high school boy. I grinded my hips and let the shallow thrusts take me away to Blissville.
We moved in tandem. His lips found mine again and we kissed as he thrusted upward and I met him movement for movement. Push and pull. Every hip roll and jerk. The sex was fantastic and with minimal effort he had me coming faster than my ex or my fingers could manage. His thumb made small circles over my clit massaging a second wet orgasm until my moan could no longer be contained.