Taming Blaze (14 page)

"D
ani."

"What?"  I could
barely speak, drunk with lust.

"The condoms.  Where are they?"

"Are you clean?"

"What?"

"I'm on the pill," I said, my words rushed.  I couldn't think like this, sitting here against him, wanting him.  My heart was pounding.  "I'm clean.  Are you?”

“Yes.  But are you sure you want to do this?"  Was I sure?  I’d had lots of sex, but never like this, never unprotected.  Was I sure? 
Yes. 
"I think unprotected sex is the least of our problems.  You know, since we might not live through next week."  With that, I gripped the base of his shaft and guided him against my opening, watching the expression on his face change from one of anticipation to unbridled lust.

“We’re going to be fine,” he said, his voice thick.  Then he pulled me down on his cock, hard, hands on my waist. 
He ran his hands all over me as I began to ride him, gathering momentum.  I didn’t care about anything else anymore.  I just wanted to be here with him.

"Dani," he moaned, his hands on my face, pulling me down to him, kissing me before letting me go.  Letting me go wild, riding him like I wanted to do the past few days.  The way I
wanted to do since I met him.

I rode him for what seemed like forever, heat flowing through my body, radiating to the tips of my fingers and toes
, augmented by the warmth of the fireplace.  His hands roamed over my back, slick with sweat from the fire and the heat between us.  It was not slow, languid love making, the stuff of romance novels.  My movements were hard and fast, his hands fumbling and grasping.

I arched my back as he rocked into me, pushing deeper and deeper, lifting me
lightly off the floor with each thrust into my depths.  I pushed back, dizzy with arousal.  Nothing else mattered right now.  Nothing mattered but us.

“Dani,” Blaze said, his voice thick.  “Oh my God, Da
ni.”

“Blaze.”  I looked at him, eyes trained on his.  This time I wouldn’t look away.  Not like the last time.  Not like all the times with other people, the times I couldn’t meet their gaze for fear they would see me, the connection too intimate.  He wou
ld see me, this time.

Blaze’s hand was on my face, as if he knew I would try to turn at the last minute, turn away and try to deprive him of that piece of me,
that connection with my soul.

“Dani,” he said.  “I
- oh, God, you feel so good.”  He grabbed at the nape of my neck, pulling my hair, pulling my head toward him as he thrust into me harder, and I ground against him, feeling the waves of pleasure as I moved closer toward climax.

“Yes, yes, ye
s,” I gasped.  “I’m so close.”

“Wait.”  He reached for my breast, pulling on my n
ipple as he squeezed my flesh.

Hearing him tell me to wait nearly pushed me over the edge.  “No, I can’t.”  I could barely speak.

“Wait,” he said.  “Wait.”

“No, no,” I couldn’t think.  I had no control over my body.  I was on the verge.

“Wait for me, Dani,” he said.  “Oh God.”  Hearing him pushed me over the edge.  From somewhere outside myself, I heard myself scream as he pulled me down hard on him, making one final thrust into me, and the sensation of him pressed tightly against me made me crazy.

It seemed like time slowed down as he came inside me, his hands gripping me with such
power I thought he would crush me.  My eyes remained locked on his.  I was lost.  It was just us, him and me, and everything else melted away.

When I finally came down, I looked at him, sweat beading on my forehead and running down my face.  I wiped my brow with the back
of my hand, and Blake laughed.

“It’s warm, right?” he said
.

Never expect meaningful post-coital chit-chat from a biker,
I thought, trying to hide a smile.

“What did I say?”

“Nothing,” I said, a giggle escaping, despite my best efforts. 
I’m punch drunk,
I thought. 
Drunk on sex.  Drunk on him.

“What?” He thrust with his hips, pushing again
st me, despite being soft now.

“Nothing!” I laughed, throwing my head back, shaking out my hair.  “I just didn’t expect commentary about th
e weather after screwing you.”

“What am I supposed to say?”  He grabbed my breast, traced his fingers playfully over me, and I swatted him away, my skin sensitive to his touch.

“I don’t know,” I said, laughing.  I realized I didn’t have a clue.  “What the fuck do normal people talk about after sex?”

Blaze smiled.  “Going to Home Depot in
the morning.”

I g
iggled, my index finger pointed against his chest, a mock stern look on my face.  “You need to clean the gutters, mister.  Wash the car.”

The edges of his eyes wrinkled.  “You
have a PTA meeting on Monday.”

“The kids have a field t
rip next week.”

“I got a promotion at work- sold fifty reams of paper yesterday!”

“No!” I said, laughing, my whole body shaking.  “That’s fantastic, honey!  Next year, you’re going to be manager at the factory, I’m telling you!”

“Sally needs braces,” Blaze said, arching up to press his lips against mine.  I felt a tingle in my belly, spreading through me.  Why the hell was role-pla
ying normal people making me hot?  I was sure it said something fucked up about my psyche.

“Johnny has football practice next week,” I said, gasping as Blaze cupped my breast with his hand, lifting himself up to
take it in his mouth.  Then he drew back, just barely, his breath hot on my skin.

“I’ll drive him in the minivan,” he said.  I clenched down around him, involuntarily, and felt him hardening inside me again. 
This is some fucked-up sex talk,
I thought.

“I’ll bake cookies for the parents!
” I said, grinding against him.

“We’ll put Bob in the Boy Scouts,” he groaned.

“Johnny,” I said, rocking on him again.

“What?”

“His name is Johnny,” I said as I rode him. “Our boy.  Johnny.  Not Bob.”

“Oh, Christ,” he said,
his hands on my waist again.  “Boy Scouts.  Johnny.”  He paused as he thrust into me.  “I always get the oldest one confused with number seven.”

“Numbe
r seven?”

“Yeah, t
he youngest one.”  He smirked.

“Hilarious,” I said.  “If you weren’t-” I moaned as he
moved.  “Doing this- oh, God- I’d be running for the hills.”  I stopped.  “In fact, maybe I should.”  I pretended I was about to climb off him.

“Oh yeah?” Blaze grinned.  “That’s how you want to play?”

I laughed.  “Maybe so.”  I climbed off him, and he scrambled after me, grabbing for me but missing me by inches as I ran toward the bedroom, giggling hysterically, the built up tension and the craziness and the sex making me euphoric.

“Run, little girl,” he said.

I squealed, collapsing into laughter on the bed as Blaze caught me, his hand on my waist, and pulled me to the edge of the bed, until my ass hung over the side.  My giggles turned to soft moans as he gripped my thighs, teasing my entrance with his cock.  He pressed against me and I gasped, letting out a “yes.”

Blaze entered me, fil
ling me up with one swift movement.  Pulling my knees up against either side of him, he held them as he fucked me, thrusting into me hard.

“Yes, yes,” I urged him.  It was no longer funny, and I was no longer giggling.  Instead, I was falling into him, wrapping my legs around him,
pressing my calves into the small of his back, pulling him deeper inside me.  I wanted him more and more.

“Dani.” 
I felt myself going higher and higher as he whispered my name, over and over.  He held my hands, and I dug my fingers into the back of them as he rode me, all the while whispering.  Then he pulled my hands up above my head, pinning them to the bed, and suddenly, unexpectedly, fear washed over me like a wave.  The momentary loss of control reminded me of the night with Billy, when Billy's hands were wrapped around my neck.

“No, no, no,” I
said, struggling against him.

Blaze froze.  "What's wrong?"

“No, stop.”  I yelled this time, pushing hard against his hands.  I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

“What’s wrong? 
What did I do?”

“Get off me
.  Get off me.”  I couldn’t see his face as I scrambled up, running to the bathroom and emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet, but I could hear the bewilderment and distress in his voice.
Breathe.  Breathe. 
I choked, gasping for oxygen, and then dry-heaved, the bitter taste of vomit in my mouth.

I felt Blaze behind me
.  Then he crouched down beside me.  “I’m sorry,” he whispered.  “I didn’t think.”

I hunched over the toilet, my breathing slowing, my heart rate decreasing, more humiliated than anything.  “You didn’t know,” I said.  “I didn’t know.”  I knew it wasn’t my fault for remembering what Billy had done, but I felt wea
k and irrational all the same.

He stood, getting me a cool washcloth and wiping my forehead, then my cheeks, then my lips.  “I should have anticipated that,” he said.  “I’m so s
orry.”

Later, after I’d cleaned up, he snuggled up against me in bed, his arms wrapped around my waist.  I was glad he seemed to just sense I
didn’t want to talk about it.

When I drifted off to sleep, my last thought was that I wanted to stay like this with him
forever.

I blinked open my eyes the next morning to light streaming through the windows and Blaze gone. 
Oh crap.
  Had he left, the way I’d left him after that first night in the hotel?  “Blaze?”  What the hell time was it?  I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept like that.

The bedroom door creaked open and Blaze walked inside, plates and silverware carefully arranged on a breakfast tray in his ha
nds.  “Good morning,” he said.

“What time is it?”

“Only nine,” he said.

“It’s so bright.
I feel like I slept forever.”

“I didn’t want to wake you.  You were dead to the world.”

“Oh my God.  How long have you been awake? You’re all dressed and have breakfast ready?  I’m a total slacker.”

“I figured I’d make myself useful.  When’s the last time you were waited on hand and foot?”  Blaze grinned, setting the tray down on the bed and sliding in beside me.  “Wait, no, I don’t want to know that answer.  I’m sure all those Stanford boys are falling
all over themselves for you.”

“Hah.”  I accepted a cup of coffee gratefully, sipping on it.  “Uh, Blaze
- about last night.  I ruined the moment and -”

“Say no more,” he said.  “I wasn’t thinking at all.  I should have realized i
t would affect you like that.”

“But it hasn’t,” I protested.  “I don’t know why that happened.  I haven’t had any
bad dreams or anything.  It was just so out of the blue.”

Blaze shrugged.  “Things
like that are unpredictable.”

“Yeah,
but in the middle of sex and -”

“Hey,” he said, leaning over and putting his index finger on my lips.  “Life’s messy.  It’s just how things are.  It’s not anything you should feel bad about.  My cock didn’t shrivel up and fal
l off just because we didn’t finish.”

I grinned wickedly, looking at his jeans.  “No, it certainly did not, did it?”  I picked
up the breakfast tray and set it on a desk in the corner of the room.

“Hey!  Aren’t you hungry?”

I turned around.  “Absolutely starving.”

“The food’s - oh.”

“Oh.  Yeah, I wasn’t talking about that food.”  I climbed back over him, unbuttoning his pants as he lay back on the pillows, his hands trailing lazily through my hair as it fell forward near his face.  I made quick work of his jeans, yanking at the sides as he arched his hips off the bed to help me.  “Oh, I see how it is.  Hard already?”