Biker (12 page)

“And the sex! Well the sex was...’’ Noelle struggled to find the words. She broke under Blaze’s gaze, looking down at her hands. “It was the best sex I ever had. Completely mind blowing. I didn’t even know sex could be like that.”

She waited for Blaze to start arguing with her, but he didn’t. Instead he leaned over and kissed her hard on the mouth. Noelle gasped, the kiss was so unexpected, but she kissed him back. She quickly placed her empty glass on the floor and wrapped her arms around Blaze, her body finally knowing the touch that she had been craving all week.

Blaze pulled apart just for a moment to throw back the rest of his drink, and then kissed her even harder, moving onto his knees so that he was taller than her.

Noelle fell back on the bed, letting Blaze overpower her as he lay down on top of her, his hands sure and steady as they worked at her leggings, tugging them down. Noelle kicked them off and Blaze’s hands moved across her underwear, rubbing her sex through the material.

Noelle moaned as he touched her, the sensations she was feeling even more powerful than she remembered. She writhed beneath him, her mouth moving against his mouth, his tongue licking at hers in hungry strokes. He reached behind her head, pulling at her hair, making Noelle groan with her need and her desire for him.

Noelle’s entire body felt warm, not just from her arousal but also from the alcohol. She knew what she was doing was reckless, but she didn’t care. It was worth it. She absolutely craved the danger that Blaze offered.

He pushed her shirt up over her belly and breasts, and Noelle reached down to help pull it over her head. Blaze stopped briefly, to pull his own t-shirt over his head. Once more, Noelle was allowed a full view of his tattoos, and she again wondered about their significance.

There was so much about this man that she needed to know.

Blaze’s mouth moved steadily down her neck and over her breasts, before continuing to her belly. He covered her with kisses while his hands swiftly unhooked her bra and slipped it off.

He groaned deep in his throat as he moved his lips back up to her breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, while his fingers cupped her other breast. Noelle wrapped her legs around Blaze’s waist, whispering his name and arching her back in pleasure.

“I’m glad you came back,” Blaze murmured, moving his mouth to her other breast. “You look at me like I’m a real person.”

“You are a real person,” Noelle gasped, feeling her nipples harden under his touch as the heat traveled straight to her sex. Her hands fumbled, searching for the zipper of Blaze’s pants, and when she found it, her fingers shakily undid the snap, and tugged the zipper down.

Blaze let out a groan, pulling his pants down for Noelle. This time he was wearing boxer briefs, and Noelle yanked them down, feeling the weight of his erection fall into her hands.

Noelle tried to slide beneath Blaze, eager to wrap her mouth around his cock, and to become once again the person that she turned into when she was with him. Vegas Noelle.

She knew she was half out of her mind.

“Yes,” Blaze hissed, when he realized what she was doing. He rolled onto his back so Noelle had easier access to him.

“Take my cock in your mouth,” he groaned, pushing her head between his legs.

Noelle’s lips eased over his erection and she teased him with her mouth, licking the length of him before tracing the tip of his head with her tongue. She felt him stiffen even more, and she gripped him by the base before pushing him deep into her mouth.

“Argh!” he groaned, not expecting her to push him in so deep so quickly. Noelle felt a sense of power as she pleasured Blaze, moving her mouth in tandem with her hand.

Unable to hold back any longer, Blaze twisted his hands in her hair, gripping her tightly and making her cry out with pain and surprise. Blaze forcefully moved her head up and down his shaft, controlling her speed and depth.

Noelle allowed him to direct her, aroused by his dominance and confidence in all things sexual. She gave a fleeting thought to Todd and how he would never have done such a thing, and she couldn’t help but feel grateful for her unexpected introduction to a man like Blaze.

She didn’t care if she was reckless; she didn’t care if this was wrong; she didn’t care if she was completely insane.

Having sex with Blaze was like a drug, and though she had never taken recreational drugs, she suddenly understood the power of addiction.

Pulling her out of her thoughts, Blaze groaned loudly, and twitched within her mouth.

“I’m going to come,” he panted.

Noelle readied herself, and then Blaze grabbed her tightly, pulling her onto him and pushing himself deep into her throat. A shudder ran through his body and then he exploded in her mouth, pouring himself inside her.

Noelle felt him run down her throat and she swallowed hard, loving the hot sensuality of the moment.

Blaze released her head, and when Noelle was certain she had swallowed every drop of him, she lazily ran her tongue over his tip.

Blaze lay on his back, his chest heaving from the exertion. Noelle lay down next to him, looking closely at his face. She no longer saw the wealthy businessman version of him that she had at first assumed he was. She now saw the dark, wild person that Blaze truly was.

“Damn, I’m glad you called me,” Blaze said, looking over at Noelle with a devilish gleam in his eye. “Time for me to return the favor.”

Noelle cried out gleefully as Blaze flipped her over onto her back, and pulled her panties swiftly down her legs, tossing them over his shoulder.

“I’ve thought about you all week,” he said huskily, his hands traveling over her quivering thighs. “I never imagined that you would call.” He brought his mouth to the crease where her thigh and torso met, slipping his tongue in the crease and licking slowly.

He slid his hand along her ass, massaging her backside before pushing his thumb along her perineum.

“Ohhh,” Noelle moaned, tossing her head from side to side as Blaze leaned lower and blew softly against her sex. “Oh!”

Blaze pushed harder against her, bringing his other hand to her sex and rubbing against her clit. Noelle bucked her hips forward, grinding up into his hands to increase her pleasure.

Blaze drove her into a frenzy with his masterful fingers, and when she thought she would explode, he finally gave her what she was begging for, bringing his mouth to her sex and licking.

Noelle’s cries filled the room and her thighs trembled as Blaze’s tongue ran over her most delicate parts, tasting every inch of her. He continued to move his tongue against her, using his fingers, and pushing her until her eyes rolled back in her head and her breath came in quick bursts.

Opening her slowly, he slid his tongue inside her, teasing before he plunged it in further.

“Mmm,” he moaned, tasting her and then sucking and gently tugging at her clit with his lips.

Noelle could take no more and she cried out loudly, shaking on the bed as pleasure coursed through her, wave after wave.

There was no relaxing after her powerful orgasm, for Blaze was off the bed and grabbing a condom. He rolled it down his newly-erect length, climbing on top of Noelle and pushing into her before she was ready.

“Argh!” she cried out, as she stretched for Blaze, his incredible length completely filling her.

Blaze cried out loudly, grunting as he thrust into her again, not holding back. He drove into her again and again, gripping her thighs, hoisting her legs up onto his shoulders.

He entered her even more deeply, and Noelle cried out, remembering how Blaze had done a similar move last weekend. She had only slept with two other men before Todd and none of them had ever been able to enter her so deeply.

As Blaze continued to pound her, she thought she might break into a thousand pieces. Blaze rolled onto his back, pulling Noelle on top of him. He gripped her by her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he controlled the depth and speed of her ride.

Noelle couldn’t keep her head from rolling back as she rode on top of Blaze, and she was delighted when he allowed her to take control. She braced her palms against his solid, inked chest and slowly moved her hips up and down his shaft.

“Fuck,” Blaze groaned, his eyes boring into hers.

He felt so good inside her that even though Noelle wanted to move slowly, she couldn’t help herself, and she picked up the pace, her clit rubbing against him in the most delicious way.

“I’m going to come,” she exclaimed.

“Wait!” he ordered, grasping her by the hips again and thrusting himself up and inside her. He groaned again, arching his back up under her. “Now!” he commanded.

Noelle let go, feeling her body obey her as she came for Blaze, and then seconds later, she felt Blaze explode within her, followed by his strangled cry.

Together they came and then Noelle collapsed on Blaze’s chest, completely spent.

Blaze stroked her hair as small aftershocks ran through their bodies.

“What is it about you?” he asked, mostly to himself.

Noelle raised her head to look at him. “I’m sure you do this kind of thing all the time,” she said dryly.

Blaze gave her a peculiar look and then turned his head away.

“So you’ve already judged me,” he said quietly.

Noelle wasn’t sure how to respond. She still felt slightly drunk, and she didn’t see any reason to be anything than forthcoming with Blaze. She had been crazy to come out here for a second time, and she certainly wouldn’t be coming back to Vegas again.

“Maybe,” she agreed, “but don’t tell me that you haven’t judged me, too.”

“I was wrong about you,” he explained, “I thought you would never call me but you did.”

“Well, you know the reasons why,” she said uncomfortably.

“Sex and money,” he said flatly. There was a silence. “But I feel like there is more to it.”

“Probably my bipolar disorder,” Noelle blurted out. She clapped her hand over her mouth. She couldn’t believe that she just said that aloud.

Blaze whipped his head back to look at her. “What did you say?” his voice was hard.

Mortified, Noelle kept her hand over her mouth and shook her head. The damned liquor!

“What did you say?” he slowly repeated.

“Please. Just forget it. I don’t know what has gotten into me.” She tried to push herself up off the bed, but Blaze grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down.

Tears filled Noelle’s eyes. She didn’t know why she was so upset now that Blaze knew she had a mental illness. It’s not like she'd be seeing him again after this weekend. She was always so embarrassed by her disorder, and she never wanted to be defined by it. But now Blaze, who barely knew her, would judge her based on it.

“You are bipolar?” he asked, a strange expression on his face.

“Yes, and I’m not proud of it,” she said bitterly, freeing her wrist from his grasp. “I’m not sure why I just admitted it to you.”

Comprehension dawned on Blaze’s face, and his face suddenly softened. “No, no, no,” he said gently, this time taking her hand. “I’m not judging you.”

Noelle narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re not?”

“No, not at all. I promise. I’m just so surprised because...” he took a deep breath... “Because I’m bipolar too.”

“What?” This was definitely not what Noelle had expected.

“Yes. I’m bipolar too. It’s from my mother’s side of the family. My brother managed to escape the illness, but not me. I struggle with keeping it under control. I sometimes think my father would rather turn everything over to my brother instead of me because he’s 'of sound mind.' ” Blaze gave a little laugh. “I wish he
would
turn it over to my brother.”

“So, you also struggle?” Noelle asked carefully. It seemed too good to be true – that she and Blaze could bond over something so intimate, so personal, and so painful.

Blaze nodded, sitting up on the bed. Noelle sat up with him.

“All my life. It took until I was almost fifteen to diagnose. We thought I was losing my mind. The rash decisions, the poor thought process. The highs and lows.” He shook his head. “My biggest problem is forgetting to take my medicine.”

Noelle nodded understandably. “I’m pretty good with taking my meds, but I can make really bad decisions.” She gave him a sheepish grin. “I keep thinking that getting involved with you last weekend, and then coming out here again...” She trailed off.

Blaze choked out a laugh. “Bad decisions?”

She nodded.

Blaze shrugged. “Maybe. Though I can’t say I regret you making those poor decisions. How did you figure out that you were bipolar?”

“It was taking over my life. My sister noticed it. I had been doing so well once we were living on our own, away from my parents. But then after a year or so, I just couldn’t function. I was so down and irritable for no reason. My poor sister. As if she didn’t have enough to deal with.”

“You never told me why you and your sister moved away from your parents.”

Apparently, Blaze had been listening to her quite well when they first met at the Mirage.

Noelle shrugged. “It’s not a pretty story.”

“They usually aren’t.”

She shook her head. “I’ve shared enough for one night. I don’t want to share anymore.”

“What are you afraid of?” Blaze pressed.

“I’m not afraid of anything,” she said stubbornly.

“Then why are you embarrassed?”

This time he found the root of her problem.

Shame.

“I don’t want my past to follow me,” she said angrily, unable to help her rising emotions. “I worked so hard to rise above it. I want it behind me. I don’t want to share it. Every time I share it, the more present it becomes.”

Blaze gently put his hand on her arm. “I don’t believe that. I think sharing about the past
helps
you move past it. And I don’t think you have to be ashamed. Your past is what made you the person you are today. You don’t have to embrace it, but it plays a part in who you are.”

Noelle shook her head. “Not for me. It plays no part.”

“I don’t believe that. I would imagine that your life choices, your decisions, even things like your career choice probably stem, at least in part, from things in your past.”