COWBOY ROMANCE: Justin (Western Contemporary Alpha Male Bride Romance) (The Steele Brothers Book 1) (61 page)

Chapter 5

“Was it worth it?”

That was the question she kept asking herself as she waited for the professor to call her into his office. Professor Stone was the perfect name for the man. He never smiled and his grey-blue eyes were always void of any kind of emotions. He was a rock and a hard place. If she had to retake the class, it was going to cost her almost a thousand dollars and of course, the book was going to have a new edition for next term that she would have to buy. Failing that test and not being able to retake it, was just not an option as far as she was concerned.

When he finally called her name, Callie stood up and could feel herself trembling inside. She wondered if he would be able to tell why she had been absent. Would he see in her eyes that she had been taken for hours and she was barely able to walk from the loving attention paid to her?

Callie tried to look somber and hide the pure joy she felt inside as she thought about the night before. “Miss Conner, I was sorry to see that you missed such an important test today. I assume you had a crisis that made you unable to come, even though you have known about it for weeks?”

She groaned inwardly and put on a self-depreciating smile. “I assure you that it was not my intention to be so late today Sir. While I wish I had some great reason for being tardy, I just made a mistake Professor. Stayed up too late and woke up long after class was over.”

The older man’s grey eyes looked back at her and she saw a hint of intrigue and curiosity. “Oh really.”

“Yes Sir. I was really hoping that there was a way that maybe I could take the test over again? Or do some extra credit, anything really.”

Her last few words really made him sit up and listen. His eyes went right to the large rack he had watched dangled in front of him for several months by then. As he leaned forward, his hand came out to touch the tip of her covered chest. Callie pulled back and stared at him in disbelief. It was not what she had envisioned when the moment had played out in her head, but there she was. Her Professor thought that a feel up or maybe more was worth her the chance to retake the class. He was wrong and she pulled away once her mind got over the shock of all of it.

“Pervert. Anything meant work. I would rather retake the class next year.”

The stone went to life and it seemed the only other emotion he could manage was anger. He grabbed her arm hard, fingers biting into the soft flesh. “You may think you are better than me or too good for me, but you are the one in here begging for a do-over. Everything cost something. How badly do you want it?”

His hot breath soured her look and her stomach and she pushed him away, trying to extract her arm from his rough grip. “Get your hands off of me Professor or I promise you that you will pay for it.”

Her thinly veiled threat pissed him off and he squeezed harder, a murderous look in his eyes, but she was saved by several loud students that walked by and she took the moment of distraction to get away from him. She stopped running as she entered a group of people. Carrie did not ever remember being so scared all of a sudden in her life. Many thoughts ran through her head, but the fact that she would have to come up with tuition was small in comparison to what the old man had offered to her.

Her phone buzzed in her purse as she was walking out to her car. She answered it when she saw who it was. “Wanna go for a ride?”

Carrie bit her lip and wondered what she should say. She was still shaken up from the Professor’s attempts, but the idea of being with him, free on the bike, made the problems of her other life not so worrisome. She was starting to feel like she lived two lives. In such a short amount of time, Castor was all she could think about and she wondered how it would be to just go off with him and never come back. She could write and sing when she needed something, but with Castor, Carrie didn’t think she would need anything. While he tried to be gruff, his touch showed his care, even if his hard head could not.

She met him at her apartment and when she invited him up, he turned the engine off on his bike. His hands were far touchier on the way to her apartment, cupping her bottom from behind. She giggled and tried to get away from his mind-shattering touch. “I’ve thought about touching you all day. I almost went and got you earlier, but I knew you were probably in school.”

“Yeah well I woke up at noon, so I missed my test and my shift at Smashed.”

“You have another job other than the bar and school?”

She nodded and scratched an itchy spot on her upper arm as she poured herself a glass. Castor noticed that her hands were shaking and asked her what was wrong.

Carrie wouldn’t say anything, not wanting to relive it or see his reaction to her what Mr. Stone had done. Carrie still wasn’t sure what was going on with them and the last thing she wanted to do was scare him away with drama. “It’s nothing. I tried to talk to my Professor about retaking a test…”

She noticed him eying her and she looked down at the beginnings of a dark bruise coming up on her arm where the man had grabbed her. Her fair skin held no secrets, every touch documented.  Carrie covered it back up real quick with her hand, not wanting to have the conversation they were about to have. “What is this Carrie? I didn’t do this, did I? I know I was really excited, but I don’t remember being that rough. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not from you Castor. It was perfect with you.” She tried to assure him, her head moving towards him for a kiss to assuage his mind.

His dark eyes narrowed and she took a step back from the anger in his eyes. “Well than who put their hands on you like this. It is fresh, less than a day, so who?”

Carrie was struggling with what to say to him. Finally she just said it quickly and watched the anger turn into rage. Before she could say anything more, he told her he would be back. Castor had a look that made her think twice about everything she had thought about him. Then the man was gone and she was left wondering what she had just done.

***

“He will not mess with you or anyone else again. This I promise you.”

Carrie could see the specks of blood on his shirt and she almost asked what happened, but she realized then that she really didn’t want to know. Touching his bloodied knuckles, she pulled him into the kitchen and cleaned his small cuts in the sink. He had apparently punched the man enough to lose a large bit of the skin on his knuckles. What else he did, she was only going to guess.

Castor let her fuss after him for a few moments and then covered the hand before he grabbed her up and kissed her. “I don’t want you to have to deal with all of this. Why don’t you take some time off and come ride with me full time?”

It was said so offhandedly and if she had read between the lines as she was supposed to, he was asking for more than just a fling. Could he really want her as much as she wanted him? Was the feeling she had inside of her, so quickly after meeting him, reciprocated?

Carrie didn’t answer, but instead grabbed his hand and moved him to the living room. She removed his clothing slowly, taking in the new marks that had resulted from her conflict. Kissing them softly, she moved back to his pants and pulled them down slowly. She teased the tip with her tongue and almost engulfed the head, but stopped and looked up at him. There was a desperate need in his eyes and her panties flooded with the look.

Standing up, Carrie pushed him down onto the couch. “I have not properly ridden you yet Castor.”

His eyes looked black as she started to pull her clothes off slowly. She slapped away hands that tried to sidetrack her. She got her shirt off, before he was pulling her down onto his lap. The skirt pushed to her waist and Carrie heard her panties rip as he pulled them to the side roughly. “Naughty boy.”

She kissed him and moved his hands back with hers. She was making it clear that she did not want him to move. It was her turn to take control and when she finally positioned him with a roll of her hips, they both groaned with the penetration. Carrie could feel herself opening to him and her own readiness slide her down fully on top of him. Her inside clenched him and Castor’s hands went to her hips.

“Let me.” Carrie pushed her tits into his face, distracting him from thrusting forward. She lifted up slowly, clenching the length as it pulled out, before slamming back down onto him. It took her breath away, her eyes closing to the pleasure derived. “Oh fuck.”

She was losing her senses and all she could do was clamp down on him as more and more pushed inside. Castor’s hips rose slowly and she ground against his penetration. Every inch that could push in did and she wanted more. Her body moved slowly up and down on him, the friction and pull brought her to her brink in less than a minute. It was quick and took her breath away. Her movement became slower as each move brought her closer.

Castor attached to one of her nipples and started to suckle, his own hands pushing her down harder. The added stimulation was all she needed, too much to not explode into a thousand little pieces. He had taken over again, his length thrusting upwards as he held her just above him. Watching his cock disappear again and again, Carrie squirted her pleasure out with each thrust down.

“Are you mine Carrie?”

Her eyes opened, but were glazed and hooded. Another wave of pleasure went through her and she closed them again to the bliss. Her arms weaved to his neck, holding on as his hips pushed faster. “Castor please.”

“Stand up.”

Carrie whimpered and started to get off of the couch. “No right here.”

She did as he asked, standing above him on the couch. Carrie eyed the sticky hard cock underneath her, while Castor sat back and urged her forward. It wasn’t hard to see what he wanted and she moved towards his hungry mouth. Her pussy dripped with her essence and he needed a taste. His tongue came out to take his first taste and he growled with it. Carrie made a startled noise and moved her hips forward for more of the beckoning tongue. He was so hot and the tongue pushed her pussy lips open to touch the scalding button within.

Carrie felt vulnerable and off balance. She knew the only thing keeping her in place was the hard grip on her supple ass. The man feasted while she clung to his strong arms. Pulling his mouth away, he told her to sit back down. The raging cock jerked beneath her and he could deny it no longer.

She moved to slow and he pushed her down onto his length. His cock buried deep in seconds and her string of sanity was gone. The more she moved, the deeper he got and the more hysterical she became. It was too much and she pushed back against him. Her core was throbbing and every muscle in her body had contracted hard.

His name was like a mantra on her lips as her insides flooded his shaft. The feel was too much for his battered senses and he too, found his end in that moment. Each convulsion of her insides brought him higher and then he had to pull her off when her tightness became painful. Carrie slid off of him and leaned against his chest, her body curled into his larger one. For such a tough guy, his touch was so gentle, the kiss on the top of her head so meaningful.

Everything that she was so sure of did not seem so concrete and being with him seemed so much more important than classes that would teach her to be an artist. She already had the best muse she could ask for, his very touch like new strings in her soul. Carrie would go with him and live a life she knew would be exciting. As long as Castor was next to her, she could do anything. She didn’t have to answer his question because as he held her against his chest, they both knew.

THE END

A Biker Romance

Taken by the Bad Boy Biker

Nights grew longer and almost unbearable. Eventually, she gave up sleeping. Instead of suffering another night’s toss and turn, Evelyn stayed up in the kitchen with a cup of tea and her laptop.

“You do know this cup of tea is going to keep you up all night, Ms. Silver,” a voice breathed lowly in her ear. “What’s bothering you, my love?”

Evelyn sighed with a loving smile. For a moment, what was troubling her mind went away. Ah, the feel of two full breasts against her naked back… She couldn’t help but let out a purr of pleasure. Two delicate arms wrapped tightly around her waist along with light kisses trailed across her shoulders.

“Ms. Jones…” Evelyn purred. “My Faye, you are what’s bothering me.” In a swift movement, she grabbed Faye, bent her over the kitchen countertop, and gave a few loud slaps on her butt. Faye groaned.

“Say you want me.”

“I want you.”

A couple of slaps on the right cheek.

“Say you need me.”

“I need you.”

A couple more on the left cheek.

“Say you will obey me.”

“I will obey you… Ms. Silver.”

Evelyn struck hard on each cheek causing Faye to scream.

“Obey, my Faye. Utter only the permitted words,” Evelyn said in a low voice sounded almost a threat, and then she noticed a few strains of tear drop from Faye’s eyes.

“Now, say you will obey me.”

“I will obey you,” Faye breathed.

“Good girl.”

Evelyn reached for her cup and poured the remaining tea over Faye’s reddened bottom. Faye winced slightly.

“Is it hot, Ms. Jones?”

“No, Ms. Silver,” Faye responded calmly.

“Good,” Evelyn muttered. With one hand cupping between her thighs and one finger inside her warm hole, Faye moaned. This signaled Evelyn to lick those plump cheeks dry. Every sucking motion made Faye moan louder, and when Evelyn’s tongue reached her clit, she came.

Faye gasped and in a pleading voice, she apologized.

But Evelyn held no forgiving mood that night. She stopped her act. “Don’t move a muscle,” she warned and walked into their room, and then came back with a silvery sleek vibrator. “Do you know what I’m about to do to you, Ms. Jones?”

Faye nodded.

“I want to hear every syllable from your sweet mouth,” Evelyn whispered closely to her ear.

“Yes, Ms. Silver,” Faye gulped. “You are going to use this vibrator and make me squirt.”

“Are you shy to describe the details, Ms. Jones?” Evelyn smiled devilishly and placed her palm on Faye’s lower back. Faye was already shaking from the expected move. “You remember the rules. Hold still and hold it in. You may release only when I tell you to. Understand?”

Faye nodded and she received a hard struck at the back of her thigh.

“I can’t hear you.”

“I understand, Ms. Silver.”

While rubbing Faye’s anus with her thumb, Evelyn pushed the vibrator into her mouth. When the silvery rod was lubricated with her spit, she inserted it into Faye’s ass hole, and she heard a soft groan. Easily she pressed a button and the rod was activated. Another click to turn up the speed.

“How do you feel?”

“I can’t hold it,” Faye whimpered.

“You must. It’s all about control, my Faye. This is why I love this punishment on you. You have any idea how it pleases me that this simple vibrating rod can stimulate your most sensitive spot,” Evelyn breathed, and then she slid three fingers into the welcoming, warm feminine hole. It was wet, expanding and tightening at the same time. She pushed downward hard and increased her speed.

Faye whimpered more, eyes shut tight, mouth opened wide. Her grip was tight at the edge of the countertop, holding for her dear life.

Evelyn witnessed the whole reactions, so she stroke harder until she could hear the flapping sound of water. “Wait for it,” she commanded.

More whimper.

“Almost there,” she said and heard whimper turned to groan. She felt the water was building up as the muscle around her fingers was tensed.

“Evelyn,” Faye whined. “I can’t hold any longer.”

Evelyn ignored her.

“Please…” she begged and without Evelyn’s consent, she ejaculated.

Evelyn watched the glorious squirt and knelt to let the warm liquid showered over her. The silvery rod slid out and left vibrating on the floor. Faye’s thighs were shaking. In fact, her whole body was quivering and it was hard for her to calm down. When she did, she slipped from the countertop, and Evelyn managed to catch her. They both lied on the pool of fluid.

“Did I hurt you?” Evelyn asked with deep concern.

Faye shook her head while catching her breath. Evelyn lifted her face and kissed her deep. Faye took this moment to sneak her fingers into Evelyn’s core. After a few moans, she pulled away.

“When was the last time you let me fuck you?”

Evelyn was silent. Faye pressed on with her fingers over her clit.

“I don’t remember,” Evelyn finally breathed out those words. “Please stop.”

Faye stopped. “What’s wrong?”

Silence.

“Evelyn Silver, you might be the alpha in this relationship, but that doesn’t give you the right to ignore your lover.”

A pair of watery eyes stared intensely at her. Eventually, she had to talk.

“I had a wet dream a few nights ago,” she confessed. Her girlfriend’s stares softened. “I don’t want to upset you with this, but I had a dream of fucking a man.”

Faye’s eyes lit up. So was her smile.

“Why are you smiling?” Evelyn sensed something suspicious.

“Well, I want to know the full detail of your dream,” Faye cheered.

“Why?”

“Because it’s interesting, especially when it’s happening on you – a lesbian dominatrix! Tell me the details already.”

“Well…” she hesitated, “truthfully, I don’t know how this dream makes me feel. It’s interesting, I guess. I remember the dream started in our bedroom. It was dark and unusually quiet. I even remember the digital clock by the bed was blinking 12:00.

“I was lying naked in bed alone. My wrists were tied to our bedpost. Then, a man appeared through the door. I couldn’t see his face because he was wearing a mask. The next thing he did was grabbing my ankles, spreading my legs widely apart, and fucked me.”

Evelyn stopped to observe Faye’s face expression. All she could see was a soft smile, like a child listening to fairy tales. “I didn’t feel anything special when the man in my dream put his dick inside me. It simply felt like you fucking me with a strap-on dildo.”

It was a full minute of silence before Faye teased her. “You’re blushing,” she chuckled. Evelyn pushed her away and stood up. “Oh, come on, woman. There is nothing wrong with that. You’re a woman after all.”

Evelyn tried to hide her face. She could feel herself flushing hard. She didn’t realize the buzzing sound on the floor had stopped. Her mind drifted away and soon got back to reality when the vibrator found its way into her pussy. Moist built up instantly. 

Faye kissed her smooth back and trailed up to her shoulder. Evelyn tried to stop her but she kept the tip forward, teasingly thrusting her G-spot. “Tell me more, Ms. Silver. I know there’s more to that dream.”

Her breath was running short and fast. “I… I couldn’t… help myself… fantasizing about sex… sex with a man…”

Clear fluid rained between her thighs. She finally realized it had been a while since she let anyone pleasure her. She was grateful for Faye and the silver vibrator. She admitted that she missed the orgasmic feeling. “Faye… how long… do you intend to hold this toy… inside me?”

“Until you answer this question of mine,” Faye replied and increased the speed of the vibrator. “I have an idea. Will you let me find a man for you and let you taste the real cock?”

“No!” Evelyn yelped. She felt a sense of betrayal by this idea even though secretly she wanted it. But still she resisted.

“You won’t regret it. I promise.”

“How would you know?”

“Because, Ms. Silver,” Faye whispered into her ear, “I’ve been with men before. I never told you this, so I’m telling you now: I am bisexual.”

Evelyn had no time to respond to this news. She came hard and groaned and grabbed Faye by her face with a disbelieving look. “How could you hide this from me?” she asked breathlessly. The vibrator once again left buzzing on the floor.

“Does it matter?” Faye smiled and buried her face between Evelyn’s breasts.

“It matters to me.”

“No, Ms. Silver, it doesn’t matter,” Faye mumbled. “What matters most is we enjoy our company together, and you won’t deny it.”

“It’s true, but still…”

“No ‘buts’ now,” Faye said and pulled away from their embrace. “Will you let me find you a man and let you taste the real deal?”

“No,” Evelyn replied sternly. “And don’t even try some funny idea. I mean it or else we’re done.”

“Okay,” Faye sighed in surrender.

The couple shared their kisses in the kitchen before going for another round of love-making in their bedroom. Evelyn thought she could finally let go of her sexual fantasy. For sure it was a relief to talk it out with her girlfriend. However, little did she know, Faye had everything plan out.  ***

A couple of months after the dream and fantasy confession, Evelyn suffered no more any sleepless nights.

“You look gorgeous with this hairstyle.”

Evelyn smiled at her hairstylist’s compliment and as always, was satisfied with her new haircut. She chose to cut away her long brown hair and went for a bob cut. A welcoming summer breeze greeted her skin the moment she stepped out of the salon. Her neck was bared. She simply felt carefree. And she fell in love with running her fingers through her hair freely and easily.

She was on her way to meet Faye for lunch at a restaurant just a few blocks away from the salon. Lunch date on a Saturday was Faye’s idea and she found it romantic. Summer weather prevented her from wearing anything fancy. However, since it was going to be lunch, she threw over a muscle tee with the wording ‘MISFIT’, a pair of denim shorts, and a pair of flats. No handbags for a comfortable appearance, that’s why pockets were invented.

It didn’t take long for her to spot Faye. Long raven hair, pale skin, red lips, tight crop top, and high waist denim shorts. They greeted each other with a deep kiss on the lips, drawing attentions from the patrons having their hearty meals.

“No bra today?” Faye stated more than queried. Her smile gave away the wicked imagination in her mind. Evelyn narrowed her eyes.

“The heat is killing my boobs.”

“Mine too.”

And they both laughed. Faye’s phone rang. She walked out of the restaurant to answer the call. Evelyn felt suspicious about the phone call and wondered why her girlfriend would answer a call away from her. She brushed off the jealousy and ordered her lunch.

Ten minutes past, Faye came back and she had an apologetic expression written all over her face.

“Babe,” she hesitated and Evelyn listened calmly. “I want you to promise me not to be mad.”

Evelyn inhaled deeply. “Only if I had a good reason to be.” She hated interruption on their dates. “Who was that on the phone?”

“It’s Brendan,” she muttered. “I swear to you I didn’t know he was coming over today.”

Brendan Jones, Faye’s brother, her only family. For two years dating Faye, Evelyn only met Brendan not more than ten times. But every time they met, he liked to tease her, make fun of her, and sometimes, she swore he would try to seduce her. The siblings only met a few times a year and each meeting only lasted a few days to a week. It was a little unnerving for Evelyn to know his unexpected arrival. But anyway, for Faye’s happiness, she decided to let this pass.

“Alright, where is he now?”

“He said he’s coming over to join us.”

Guilt painted over Faye’s pretty face, and it hurt Evelyn to see it.

“Hey,” she soothed and lifted her chin with her fingers. “It’s okay. I don’t mind at all. I don’t want you to feel guilty for meeting your family.”

Faye’s face lit up.

“Besides, I understand how not easy for you siblings to meet considering your brother a biker who loves to roam from one city to another, and only come to see you when he rides on the route to home.”

“Thank you, my love,” Faye smiled lovingly. “How about we go for a summer getaway to my parents’ lake house? We’ll take a few days off from work. Let’s enjoy our romantic time with wine and candlelight dinner, and it will awesome to swim in the cool lake.”

Evelyn couldn’t agree more for the idea but the thought of Brendan’s existence put out the flame in her. “It would be great,” she said. “But shouldn’t you be spending your time with your brother instead?”

“Ah, he’ll be fine,” Faye said. “I never expected him to visit me this summer anyway. I’m sure he won’t mind to spend only today with his baby sister.”

Both of them laughed and took a few sips of their iced tea, just in time for Brendan to walk over and greet them.