Pushing Limits (8 page)

“I’m from Chicago.  How about you and Darren?”

“Oh, we’re both from LA.  I’ve been here for a couple of
years.  I’m set to graduate next year and it’s off to UC-Davis to finish
my degree in veterinary medicine.  Darren is off to med school in the
fall.  He’s going to UCLA medical school.”

“Sweet.”  I bounce and miss, as everyone shouts “Drink!”

Taking a swig of my whiskey, I ask, “Bobby, where are you from?” 
Mostly it’s to be polite. 
Why does he look so familiar?

“Laredo, Texas,” he says, as his ball sails into the cup without touching
even the rim.

Lily shoots and misses completely.  Everyone yells “Drink!” as she
takes the tiniest sip of her drink.  The ball bounces off the table and
over to our beds.  Her eyes narrow, focusing on me as she patiently
waits.  With a smirk I usually reserve for my mother, I wait as well.

“O-
ka
-y,” Sally says as she jumps up to
retrieve the ping pong ball.

Sally hands the ball to Karen.  Karen eyes the cup, pushing up her
glasses and practices lining up her ball to make it in the cup.

“Seriously Karen?”  Darren laughs.  “You never make it.  I
don’t know how they do it down there on the farm but in LA we try to get the
ball in the cup.”

“Yeah, two years we’ve been playing beer pong and I can count the number
of times you’ve made it in.”  Kat laughs.  “Girl, give it up.”

“I don’t give up.  I’m going to get that stupid, GD ball in
there.  I have to focus that’s all.  If all of you would give me a
minute, I could concentrate,” she grumbles.  Finally releasing the ball,
it bounces off the rim and off the table.  “So close!”

Kat and Darren laugh, giving her props for not giving up and speculating
that hell will freeze over before she gets the ball in the cup.

As the night wares on, people begin to leave, choosing to pass out in
their own beds.  Kat and Darren disappear into the bathroom and come back
after about a half hour looking very, very happy.  We drink and dance
ourselves silly.  After a while, it’s only the seven of us still sitting
around the table.

My phone beeps.  Pulling my phone out, I check the display.

On my way…can’t get you off my mind. 

I can still feel that scrumptious ass in my hands. 

Be there in 30.

“Ok, everybody get out.”  I gesture for everyone to stand, saying,
“You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.  Everybody up. 
Up.”   My delighted smile is immovable from my lips.  I refrain
from doing a booty wiggle and instead concentrate on herding the cats out the
door.

Everyone says their goodbyes, some with quizzical stares, but they all
gather their stuff, and file out. 

Turning to Sally, my eyes are deadly serious as I say, “Ok, my
turn.  I need the room.”  I stand, arms crossed.

Giggling she grabs her stuff.  Turning, she dances to the door,
texting as she goes, doing a cha-cha while singing.  “Amber’s gettin’
la-aid.  Yes, she
i
-is.  Amber’s gettin’
la-aid.  Yes, she
i
-is.  Amber’s gettin’
la-aid.”  She continues her dance with a wave as she closes the door
behind her.   I can hear her singing her tune all the way down the
hall.

I shake my head and giggle. 
Damn straight.  It’s been too
fucking long.

A soft knock a few minutes later has me padding to the door anxious to
get Sally whatever she has forgotten, so she can be on her way.  I need to
get ready.  As I open the door, I say, “Girl, we need to get you a key on
Monday.”

“A key sounds ‘bout right.  That way I can visit you anytime, day,
or night.”  Tommy leans against the doorjamb leering at me with a crooked
grin.  “Hey, darlin’.”  His voice is low and silky, making the
muscles in my stomach clench.

His eyes drink me in, sliding up and down my body, leaving a burning path
of scalding heat in their wake.  Clutching his helmet as it rests against his
leg, his black motorcycle jacket and a royal blue t-shirt drip sex and biker
cool. 
Wow
.  I circle my arms around his neck and jump up,
wrapping my legs around his waist as his helmet drops and rolls across the
floor.  My lips begin their assault as my hands hold his face in place as
he shoves the door shut with his boot. 

With no effort at all, he carries me to the bed, depositing me with a
bounce onto my back.  Raising myself up on my elbows, my eyes feast on
him. 
Damn
,
I want to taste every part of him.
  I try
not to drool as he pulls off his jacket, revealing a tight t-shirt that leaves
absolutely nothing to my imagination.  I bite lightly on my lower lip as
my eyes roam over this man. 
Shit, just looking at him makes
me
wet. 

He smiles that devilish grin I have grown to love, his eyes never leaving
mine, as he places his knee between my legs, knocking my legs open. 
Lowering to rest his hands on both sides of my head, he studies my face. 
His eyes blaze a fiery blue as his lips curve into a wicked smile, his hair a
wild mass of curls.  As he hovers over me, his arms bulge, every muscle
defining these two works of art. 
I can’t believe he’s here with me.

My eyes rip away from his body to focus on his eyes.  Sinking into
those dark blue pools, I’m captivated.  My skin tingles and buzzes with
anticipation, my heart thumping, as I part my lips.  I lie still, waiting,
frozen.  I’m completely lost in those eyes as his body hovers over
me.  I whisper, “Hi.”

“Hi,” he whispers, stroking my face.  I reach for him, trying to
pull him to me, and he’s immovable.  “Patience, darlin’.  Let me look
at you.” 

Kiss me
. 

His eyes explore my face as if to memorize every detail.  His
sensual lips are full and inviting.  I nibble on my lower lip,
smiling.  His eyes singe my skin, making my pussy throb.  I feel like
I’m going to jump out of my skin.  But, I wait…at least I try to
wait.  Failing miserably as my anticipation gets the better of me, I reach
for him again murmuring, “Come here…please.” 

His sapphire blue eyes twinkle as he lowers himself to my lips, grazing
them playfully.  He pulls my hands above my head and pins me with a single
one of his, saying, “I guess you wanna play, huh?” 

I bite my lip, smiling, and nod.  His mouth curves into a sly grin
as he positions himself over my lips, teasing me with kisses and tiny
licks.  His velvet tongue sensuously trails a path along my lower
lip.  The heat emanating from his body is only making me wetter. 
Squirming under him, hoping to get him to move, the huskiness in my voice
surprises me as I plead, “Come.  Here.”

“Oh, no, Darlin’.  See I’m not a wham-bam,-thank-you-ma’am kind a
guy.”  His blue eyes caress my body.  “I like to take my time.” 
His hand slides down my body as he murmurs, “The slow southern way.”  His
blue eyes lock with mine as his hand grazes my chin.  “Now you‘ve tried to
test my resolve, and I’ve let you…a little…but now?  We’re gonna take this
nice and slow.  I want to see your face when you come while I eat that sweet
little pussy, and fuck you…hard.  This ain’t no sprint, it’s a marathon so
you settle your ass right down.  I’m takin’ my time here.”  My eyes
widen.
  Damn.
  His cocky smile makes my core tighten and my
aching need ramps up, but I do as he asks.  I lie still eager for him to
fulfill his promise.

“That’s better.  Now let’s see what we have here.”  His hand
slides down my face, skimming down the center of my neck and continuing its
journey.  His hand stops on my breast, kneading it, murmuring, “Beautiful”
as he glides his thumb over my nipple.  Growling his appreciation as my
nub peeks out of one of the strategic cuts in my t-shirt.  “Well, ain’t
that sweet.  It wants to come out and play.”

I huff my disappointment as he continues his passage down to my skirt,
pulling it up to look underneath, his fingers sliding over my cleft.  I
gasp.  His brow cocks, as his lips curve into a filthy grin.  In a
slow southern drawl, he says, “Well, darlin’, these are gonna have to go. 
They’re all wet.”  Lifting his finger to his lips, his eyes blaze down at
me as he sucks on his finger murmuring, “sweet.” 

His hand travels down the inside of my thigh, using his fingers to make
deliberate circles along my inner thighs only to circle around to the back my
knee, tickling it with his fingertip.   My body sparks and tingles
after his fingers continue on their journey.  He crosses to my other side,
and his hand moves up my leg, repeating the same slow progress and sending
shocks to my clit along the way.  His finger drifts through my moist
cleft.  Dragging his hand lightly up my abdomen, he grazes my other nipple
with his rough thumb, forcing it to pucker and stand at attention. 

Pulling his hand to his chin, he strokes his light beard as he says, “So
where should I explore first?”  His devilish grin sends shocks down to my
bundle of nerves signaling me to send him down there immediately. 

I arch my back, pulling at my hands in a vain attempt to get lose,
squirming for some contact, a touch, anything.  The firm grip on my hands
is maddening.  “If I can’t move my hands, I can’t touch you.”  I
groan.

 “Pushy, pushy,” he murmurs, nuzzling my earlobe, his breath hot
against it.   Whimpering softly, I turn my head away.  “Oh, is
that what you like?” he whispers, the wisps of air making my heart race as I nod. 
He kisses lazily up my neck, licking with the tip of his tongue at my
earlobe.  My breath hitches, as I raise my chin, anticipating his
attack.  He sucks in my lobe, nipping it.  I groan softly, and my
back arches out of reflex.  “Oh, so you like it rough.”  Panting, I
nod, feeling heat on my cheeks.

“I aim to please,” he murmurs.  Grazing and nibbling my neck, he
makes his way to my weak spot.  The spot reduces me to a quivering mess,
ready to do anything, ready to give in to whatever is asked.  His wet
mouth closes around my lobe sucking lightly, grazing his teeth over it. 
His hot mouth teases me alternating flicks of my earlobe with quick bites that
flash right to my nub.  My mouth gapes open as I moan my accent, my pussy
buzzes.  My nipples harden, poking their angry nubs out of the cuts in my
t-shirt.  After he finishes with one side, he moves to the other,
eventually descending to my shoulder to nip me, further shocking me into a
heat. 

My mouth is dry, and I am so wet, as I whisper, “Please.” 

His laugh takes on an almost sinister ring.  As his fingers pinch
and roll my nipple, he pushes the fabric out of his way.  His mouth lowers
to my nipple.  Hot.  Wet.  My nipple puckers as he sucks it
lightly. His soft tongue rolls and caresses it.  The sensations overload
my senses as I arch my back again, eager for more.  He nibbles my nub
lightly, watching my reaction, watching me come undone. 

I murmur, “Bite it.  Bite it hard,” as I squirm under him.
  I push my breast up, trying to lure him to give me what I want.

His eyes trail up to mine, his mouth still anchored to my nipple, his
eyes combusting with heat with the satisfaction of knowing he’s making me
crazy.  They lock with mine as he deliberately licks and sucks,
withholding.  As I pant…waiting for it…the mixture of pain and pleasure I
love so much.  Waiting as he pushes me higher.  His eyes lock with
mine as he bites and it shoots straight to my aching pussy.  I moan,
slamming my head into the pillow, my mouth sucking in air.  He repeats the
same torture on my other one and my body betrays me again.  My nipples are
swollen and aching.  My face flushes as I pant lightly.  My clit
pulses, and I feel a rush of moisture between my legs as he says, “I bet you
can come this way.  Wanna see?”

I shake my head no, and he chuckles.  “Merely a rhetorical question,
darlin’, not an actual one.”

He watches me, torturing me with his slow labored movements. 
Tenderly licking my sore nipples until they lose their angry glow and suckling
them into submission.  Only to coax the nipple to a harder peak again, red
and aching, biting them hard, forcing my body to buck and writhe involuntarily.
 I want release, I need it, but it just feels
so damn good
, that
lovely swirl of pleasure and pain. 

He keeps me teetering like my body is his favorite toy, and he’s playing
for his own amusement.  Finally as if granting his permission, he provokes
the tip again, sucking it against the roof of his mouth, flicking it rapidly
with his tongue, increasing the intensity, forcing the nub to harden to a rock
in his mouth, worshipping it.  His eyes lock on me.  Repeating his
assault, he raises me higher and higher.  My breasts are swollen and tight
from the attention.  His wet mouth pushes me further as I beg, “Please. 
Please.”  Blowing on my nipple softly to cool the fire, he licks lazily
around my areola. He bites hard.  The surge is overwhelming.  The
quick bite of pain and the rush of blood, giving me my sweet release, I scream,
“Fuck!”  My mouth gapes open, pushing against the pillow.  My pussy
quivers and shakes as I sink back into the bed.

“Sadly, darlin’, I am in desperate need of both my hands.” His hand
unbuckles his belt and I hear the buckle clank.  As he yanks it free, the
sound of it sliding out of his jeans with a whir sends pulsating jolts to my
bud.  His other hand is still anchoring me as the last tremors shift
through my body.  Wrapping my hands with the dark belt, the suede and
leather caress my skin, tightening its grasp around my wrists.  As he
wraps it around the headboard above me, buckling it, my heart quickens and my
mound stirs.  Slipping his fingers in to check my circulation, he asks, “
Is
that too tight?’  I shake my head no, the brown
leather soft against my skin but when I try to move, it’s unrelenting. 
His hand trails wistfully down my cheek as he kisses me tenderly. 
Deepening the kiss, his mouth locked on mine, taking full possession.

Sitting back, he admires his captive.  He gingerly strokes his hand
through the previously explored regions of my body.  His sensuous touch
sears my skin as I say, “But, I want to touch you.”

“Oh, darlin’, but this is too much fun.”  His eyes alight with
mischievous glee.  “But, nice try.  I do believe I owe you another
orgasm.”  He yanks on the side of my boy shorts. “Let’s get these
off.”  Pulling from both sides, he pulls them gradually down my legs, his
hot kisses igniting trails down my abdomen to my legs with his eyes. 
Flipping my skirt up, he muses, “I do love a smooth pussy.  Your lips are
swollen and such a pretty shade of pink.  I could get lost in
there.”   As his eyes burn into mine, he pushes his finger into my
pussy, watching me, gauging my reactions, my pleasure.  His finger wiggles
against my special spot, while inserting another digit, his mouth in a crooked
grin.  His voice is husky with sly appreciation, “You are so wet, so
ready.”  Thrusting his fingers in and out, watching my chest rise and
fall, my eyes close from the fullness. 

My legs spread, hoping to tempt him.  “Well, look at that.  I
guess someone’s impatient.”  Lowering his head, he licks and kisses his
way down my body.  Smoothly sliding off the bed and onto his knees, he
pulls my legs wider still.  Using his hands, he opens my lips wide,
exposing my clit, blowing lightly with his hot breath and succeeding in driving
me crazy again.  Kissing me along the insides of my thighs, at the top of
my cleft, his silky beard strokes my skin along the outside of my
labia….reverence paid to every spot but
there
.  My clit pounds
angrily. 

His dark blue eyes blaze as he gauges my reaction, my anticipation, my
need.  Once sufficiently satisfied that I’m about to jump out of my skin,
as I withe, arching my back, jutting my mound toward his lips, his brutal
onslaught commences.  He centers his mouth around my pulsing bundle of
nubs, sucking it skillfully between his lips.  I gasp.  My eyes close
as I roll my head back, nestling it in the pillow as he nibbles ever so softly
on my bundle of nerves.  Tiny soft nibbles start my build instantly, hardening
my nub more.  His tongue nudges my hood away while keeping his pitiless
onslaught going.  “Argh….fuck…what are you doing?  Don’t stop.” 
His snicker vibrates through my bud.  “Fuck…get up here…please…I need you
inside me,” I demand.

His feral eyes alight as he whispers, “Why darlin’, I’m just gettin’
started.  Let a man do his work.”  Sinking back down, he continues
his agonizing sadistic torture of my clit.  Adding slow, arduous licks
down my labia and chilling blows as punishment for my interruption. 

My need builds with each ministration…slow…like the click, click, click,
of the roller coaster as it reaches its pinnacle.  My body is no longer my
own, as I buck and grind against his mouth, moaning my ascent to the top. 
Pulling up my cleft, he flicks my plump engorged clit with his tongue rapidly,
pushing me over the edge as I scream, “Ah…ah…ah…Oh, God!”  My hips bucking
wildly as he keeps me seated in place as he continues to suck
greedily…prolonging my agony…and my joy.  Panting, my chest heaves, as I
pull on my restraints, juices seeping down my slit.

“You’re beautiful when you come.”  His shy smile is back.