Bikers and Tinsel
I smile around him and reach up to cup his balls. They’re heavy and tight, which tells me he’s close. I suck harder, swirling my tongue up and down as my lips work his shaft. His growls get more frequent, and his fingers tighten in my hair. “Need. To. Fu...fuccccck...” he cuts off with a hiss, and he tugs my hair back. His cock pops out of my mouth.
He leans down, eyes wild, and grips my shoulders. “Turn over, remove your pants and press your hands on the floor, flat.”
I remove my pants quickly, then I turn and place my hands on the floor in front of me, flat. I hear Muff shuffling behind me, and then he reaches down and grips my legs, lifting them off the floor. The pressure on my hands suddenly increases. “Can you hold yourself up?” he rasps.
“Y...y...yes, I think so.”
“Good, ‘cause I’m goin’ to fuck you like this.”
“Like this?” I squeak.
“Yeah, baby, like this. Hang on.”
He uses his hands to spread my legs, and he steps between them. I manage to tuck my legs a little around his waist, and I can feel him pressing against my pussy. He’s basically got me in the position of a wheelbarrow, and it’s quite erotic and new for me. I’m relying on myself to hold the top half of my body up, if I let go, it won’t be pretty.
Muff steps closer, and I feel his cock press into the heated flesh between my thighs. I groan and wiggle slightly. One of his hands comes under my body and presses against my pelvis, tilting it just a touch, and then he plunges inside me. I cry out, and am forced to move my hands two spaces forward to stop myself from tumbling. Muff growls loudly, and slides his cock out, before plunging it back in.
“Don’t fall on me, baby,” he rasps.
From this angle, his cock is pressing right into that perfect sweet spot. I cry out, dropping my head and desperately wanting to reach up and stroke my clit. Muff slides back out and gently slips back in, jerking his hips in that perfect way. The way that hits every good part of my pussy and makes me climb higher and higher towards my release.
“So fuckin’ good, God, Jaybird...” Muff hisses.
“Muff, oh, God, it feels...oh...God...”
“Say my name baby, say it when you come around my cock.”
“M...M...Muff...”
“No,” he growls, thrusting harder. “My real name.”
Oh. God. Yes.
His hips work harder and deeper, our skin slaps together, and our cries fill the room. Sparks of pleasure shoot up my spine, and I know I’m screaming, but I can’t stop it. I’m going to come, and on this angle, it’s going to be explosive.
“Oh, God, I...I...” I clench my eyes shut as the first jerk of pleasure bursts inside me. “B...B...Brian!” I scream. “Oh God, Brian!”
“Fuck, yes, fuck, say it again,” he growls, thrusting so hard I feel my hands trembling.
“Brian, oh, fuck me harder.”
He slams his hips harder, and I hear his hiss of air as he begins to come, pulsing deep and fast inside me. His last thrust is deep and hard, and my hands finally give way. I try to stop myself, but I face plant the floor before I can. I cry out in pain as my nose crushes onto the floor. Blood spurts out, and I whimper. Muff curses, and gently lowers my legs before dropping to his knees beside me. I feel the warmth of his release trickle down my thigh.
“Shit, Jaybird, baby...”
I turn and look up at him, all disheveled and gorgeous, and I burst out laughing. Blood fills my mouth but I continue chuckling. His eyes widen, and he reaches for his shirt, pressing it against my nose.
“Jaybird, are you...why are you laughing?”
I laugh louder, and then cry out in pain as the movement causes my nose to throb. “You broke my nose...while we were fucking.” I pant, in between laughs and cries.
Muff stares blankly at me, and then bursts out laughing. “Fuck, Jaybird. Come on, we need to get that looked at.”
“Oh God,” I sob, hiccupping loudly.
Muff gets to his feet, bringing me up with him. He quickly dresses, and then helps me put my pants on before rushing to the freezer to get me some ice.
“Come on, it’s time to head to the hospital,” he says, stroking some hair from my eyes. “Shit, Jaybird, I’m sorry.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” I rasp, as the pain starts to intensify.
“It was. I was fucking you like a maniac.”
“I...like your maniac.”
He shakes his head, and leans forward, pressing a kiss to my head. “Come on, let’s get you looked at.”
Well, this should be interesting.
Chapter 8
So this is Christmas!
Janine
“What the fuck happened?” Spike says when we walk into the hospital.
“Um, she, hurt her nose,” Muff grunts.
“It’s a sex injury,” I mutter.
Spike’s eyes widen. “Do share,” he breathes.
“Fuck up, Spike,” Muff snaps.
“Chill dude, she started it. Coulda said she ran into a wall,” he grunts, turning and sitting down.
Jackson grins at us, and I know he’s trying to smother a laugh. Asshole. The girls are in the cafeteria, so at least I get to pass them without shame. For now. We head down the halls to the patient room and are greeted by a young, busty nurse.
“Muff!” She smiles, rushing over and throwing her arms around Muff.
Okay then.
“Hey Gloria, long time no see,” Muff says, grinning down at her.