Making the Cut (20 page)

AVERY

It had been a little more than three hours since Axton had left, and I was on an Allman Brothers, Jonny Lang, and Ben Harper shuffle while reading
Alice in Wonderland
. Spending time in his home without him present gave me a false sense of being in a relationship with him. I realized in some respects, we were in a relationship, but it wasn’t close to anything conventional, and it certainly wasn’t sexual. Axton was a difficult man to get next to, but I felt if we ever did become intimate, he would be the type of person to provide me everything I needed in a relationship.

I turned the page to a new chapter as
Jonny Lang’s When I Come to You
began to play. I closed my eyes and listened to his soulful voice and bluesy guitar. The sound of Axton’s motorcycle caused me to jump to my feet and run to the window like an over anxious child. I watched from the corner of the pulled blind as Axton rolled up the street and into the driveway. I released the blind and flopped onto the couch and opened the book. As I was flipping to my current page, Axton opened the door.

“Nice day for a ride, huh?” I said over my shoulder.

“It’s humid as fuck, but yeah. Actually, I was thinking of a shower and relaxing a little. You like Jonny Lang?” he asked over his shoulder as he tossed his phone and keys onto the kitchen counter.

“I do. I’m on a Lang, Allman Brothers, and Ben Harper shuffle,” I responded as I arched my back.

“What are you reading?” he asked as he tossed his head my direction.

“Oh,
Alice in Wonderland
,” I grinned.

He paused and gazed down at the floor. As he stared at his feet, he chuckled, “That’s par for the course.”

He lifted his head and gazed my direction, “
It would be so nice if something made sense for a change
.”

“Excuse me?” I said as I shifted in the seat.

“It’s from the book. Let’s see, how about,
it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.
I like
that
quote, because to me, it’s about making progress. And I’ve always felt like there was a part written for me,” he sighed.

He placed his hands on his hips and stared up at the ceiling,
“
Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here
?”

“
That depends a good deal on where you want to get to
.”

“
I don't much care where
…”

“
Then it doesn't matter which way you go
.”

He glanced down from the ceiling and smiled, “Let’s take another shower, I feel dirty.”

I snapped the book closed and jumped from the couch. As I slowly walked his direction, I pushed the sweats down my hips and grinned. His eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly. Leaving the sweats half-way down my hips, I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor beside him.

As I reached around and unclasped my bra, I quoted my new favorite line from the book, “
Actually
,
the best gift you could have
given her was a lifetime of adventures
…”

“I hope you’re ready for this,” he sighed.

“I am,” I responded as I pushed my sweats to the floor.

And I was.

AVERY

Yet another sexless shower with Axton, and I was frustrated beyond comprehension. My sheer attraction to him, his gorgeous looks, and the fact he was hung like an absolute motherfucker made seeing him naked, and
not
having sex, all too difficult. As I walked to his room wrapped in a towel, I wondered what color baggy sweats he was going to give me to wear.

Standing beside the bed shirtless and dressed in pajama pants, Axton seemed out of place. All I had ever seen him wear were jeans, short of falling asleep with him the night before. And, on that night, he wore black sweats. They were close enough to the appearance of jeans it just seemed as if he were wearing black jeans. Standing in the well-lit room in plaid cotton pants was something new, and as much as I hated to admit it, I liked it. I liked it a lot.

As I entered the room, he turned his upper body toward me. His face seemed to harbor a hint or embarrassment or guilt. Probably from all of the scars, I figured. As drawn as I was to his muscular body, I made a conscious effort to shift my gaze away from him and not stare. As I prepared to ask him what he wanted me to wear, he reached for the bed and lifted up a black cotton spaghetti-strap summer dress.

“Put this on, I want to see you in it,” he said as he dangled the dress in front of him.

Seriously? I don’t want to wear one of your former slut’s clothes.

I scrunched my nose slightly, “Uhhm, where’d you get it?”

“I bought it from the mall last week when I went to Wichita. I shoved the bag behind my Mexican blanket. Fucker flapped all the way here, I thought it was going to fly off, but it made the trip,” he chuckled. 

You bought me a dress?

Short of a gift from my father as a child, no man had ever bought me anything. I bit my quivering lower lip and held out my hand. As he tossed the dress over my outstretched arm, he smiled a genuine smile. As I admired his teeth, I silently wished he’d smile more. He didn’t have the teeth of what I would have expected a biker to have; they were quite straight and considerably whiter than mine. I lifted the dress and glanced at the tag.

Von Maur, size 2, $125.00. Holy shit, Axton. You didn’t have to…

“I was headed back from a meeting with a few other clubs and I stopped to see what they had. I thought you’d look cute in that little fucker. Hell, all you ever wear are shorts. Suppose you can’t wear it on the bike, so you just as well put it on now,” he shrugged.

I dropped the towel, and stood completely naked in front of him. I pulled the dress over my head, along my torso, and past my hips. It fit perfectly. After remembering he didn’t have a mirror in his room, I held my index finger in the air excitedly, “Hold please.”

I ran to the bathroom and opened the door. Standing in the opening, I looked into the mirror. Not only did the dress fit perfectly, it appeared I had gained a few pounds in all the right places. I turned, pressed the dress to my stomach and gazed in the mirror. I bend down slightly and stared at my reflection. I looked marvelous; I was braless and it looked like I actually had cleavage. My butt looked cute. As I felt Axton’s presence behind me, I turned to face him. My mouth said the words
thank you
, but no sound escaped my lips. Overcome with joy, lust, a strong sense of self-worth, and an attraction to the man standing before me, I merely stood and stared.  

“You uhhm. You look beautiful, Avery,” he stammered.

Unable to speak without blubbering, I raised my hands in the air, smiled, and repeated my silent
thank you
. I watched curiously as he reached over, slipped one arm behind my legs, another along my shoulders, and picked me up from my feet. My head began to spin. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me toward the room. As he lowered me to the bed, I realized I didn’t care what his next move was. The dress, my newfound curvaceous body, his expression of my beauty, and the progress we had made so far was enough for me to survive the entire summer.

With my legs dangling over the edge slightly, he knelt on the floor at the end of the bed and raised his index finger to his lips. I lifted myself onto my elbows and watched as he pushed my thighs apart, raised the dress to my waist, and positioned his head between my thighs. Softly, his mouth kissed up the length of my thighs until I felt his tongue against my overly anxious pussy. My entire body shuddered as I felt his tongue against my clit.

Oh God, seriously? We went from zero to a hundred miles an hour instantly.

The slight pressure from his finger penetrating me caused me to inhale sharply. I bit my lower lip and craned my neck to watch as he slowly began to finger me and lick my soaking wet pussy simultaneously. The rhythmic motions of both his tongue against my clit and his finger working in and out of my wetness became expected and quite a pleasure. Anticipating each pleasurable move, my breathing began to be as predictable as his tongue and finger.

If you expect me to last any length of time, we’d better slow down.

I felt myself reaching a climax of new proportion. After Axton, my vibrator would become useless, and every orgasm preceding this one would be nothing short of some faint memory which would eventually fade into nothingness. As he continued to lick and slurp against my clit and work his magic finger in and out, l lowered my head and bit my lip.

I couldn’t watch any longer. His two days growth of bad-boy beard and the muscles in his arms combined with his love for sucking and licking my pussy proved to be all too much. I wanted this to last at least another sixty seconds before I exploded into another atmosphere. My ears began to ring, and I felt itchy all over.

And.

I.

Screamed.

“Holy fucking Jesus fuck!” I screamed.

I felt as if I was going to die. The,
I’m headed to heaven
type of death, not the,
Oh shit I’m going to die
type. Knowing heaven had no place for a girl like me, I continued to scream as I opened and closed my eyes repeatedly. Visions of Axton came and went and he continued to flick his tongue against my now swollen clit. Combined with his finger’s ability to find
whatever the fuck that spot is on the top of my pussy
, he extracted  another earth shattering orgasm.

“Oh…” I bit against my lip.

I opened my mouth and stared at the ceiling, “My…”

I looked down at his face, still buried between my thighs, and blinked repeatedly, “Axton…”

My entire body shook from another five minute long orgasm. Webster’s Dictionary should have a picture of the face I made through the course of having it under the definition for
orgasmic bliss
. As I came back down to earth, I realized although I meant to say
Oh my God
, and I actually flubbed it into
Oh my Axton.
It was, however, a perfect expression for how I felt. Right now, Axton, to me,
was
God. He was my beginning and my end. My savior, my salvation, my bad-boy, and my alpha male biker, he was my…

Holy shit!

As he pulled down his pajama pants, I almost passed out. His cock was rigid and massive. From taking two showers with him, I knew it was huge, but I had no idea it would grow into what was between his legs. As he stood there stroking it, I realized I had no idea he’d even stopped licking me. I must have slipped away to some other distant place for a moment. Maybe it was the fact that deep down inside I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything or anyone in my life. 

As his knee pressed into the comforter, and I felt his full weight being added to the bed, I wanted to ask about protection, diseases, and at least tell him I was precautious enough to have been taking birth control, just in case. As he climbed into place on top of me, I stared down past his massive chest, chiseled stomach, flaring biceps, and focused on his rigid cock. I opened my mouth and inhaled a short breath.

“Fuck me,” escaped my lips.

I should really have him wear a condom.

“Fuck me,” I screamed.

“Now. Just fuck me. Please?” I pleaded.

His hand moved to his cock. I closed my eyes. Even though I was soaked, and my pussy was beyond willing, the pressure against my pussy was horrendous. His cock was huge and if pussies came in sizes, mine was without a doubt an X-Small. I bit my lip. I felt as if my hips became dislodged somehow. As soon as he finally penetrated me I opened my eyes in disbelief. The pain, although deep and dull, was pleasurable. As he slowly worked himself in and out, I began to feel more and more like this might actually work. I suppose, in a perfect world, a large cock and a small pussy are the perfect combination. The beginning, no doubt, is utter hell.

I’d always day dreamed about being with a bad-boy and having them do with me as they wished; tossing me around from room to room and maneuvering me through no less than half a dozen various sexual positions. Possibly held upside down while being eaten out, or being bent over the hand rail at a football game and being fucked from behind while the crowd cheered us on.  

Having Axton on top of me exceeded any expectation whatsoever of crazy bad-boy sex. His weight against me, his chest pressed to mine, and his warm breath against my neck was far more of a turn-on than anything I had or would expect to ever experience. As his hands pressed into my shoulders, he worked his massive swollen manhood in and out of my wet, tight pussy. The flesh on flesh friction, combined with being completely filled with cock proved to be all too much, and I felt myself begin to return to my heavenly orgasmic place.

I felt the dress being lifted over my head. Momentarily, I opened my eyes and attempted to focus.

“I want to feel your skin on mine,” he breathed.

I nodded my head and opened my mouth to say something in acknowledgement, but nothing happened. I was lost in his slow, methodical thrusts. As I felt his cock begin to swell, I bit my lip and prepared to explode myself. Slowly, he pulled himself from inside me. 

I opened my eyes in disbelief.

As he stroked his cock and pointed at my stomach, I stared in disbelief. Although I’d love to see him jack-off and cover me in his cum, I opened my mouth. This time words actually spilled from my lips.

“Inside me. I’m on the pill. God, please. Inside me!” I barked.

As I felt his cock against my wet mound, I sighed. Within a few seconds, I was back to where I was, tingling from head-to-toe, preparing to be launched into space. As I once again felt him begin to swell, I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. His cock continued to thrust in and out of me like a man possessed was behind it. 

As I heard him release a groan which would wake the dead, I joined in with my own scream of pleasure. Together, as we both reached climax, the sound of our voices was enough to cause any sane person within a mile to call the police. I shifted my gaze to meet his. His back arched, his hands held high above his head, and his fists clenched, he looked like a tattooed Greek God. As he unclenched his fists and ran his fingers through his short curly hair, he looked down and smiled.

A
new
smile.

One with white teeth gleaming, and the sides of his mouth curled up to depict what could only be described as…

Progress.