Cadence Reflection (Wheels & Hogs Book 2) (2 page)

First it was the sex marathons. They worked for a long time until they didn’t. That’s when Doc gave me a prescription to help with anxiety and shit. They’re working, but I find myself taking more than I’m supposed to.

I came up with an idea that if I use them together, it would be a perfect combination, but now I’m addicted to both. I can’t have one without the other, or that’s what I tell myself. If only I had popped one before fucking the shit out of Brandy, then sleep would be my friend right now. 

After popping a few, I take care of business, washing my hands and rinsing my mouth out with mouthwash. I enter the bedroom just as she walks in with two open beers in her hands. Grabbing one, I gulp down half of it before placing it on the nightstand. Trying to change the mood, I say, “Babe, get your fine ass over here so we can play some more. I feel the need to bury myself in your tight little body.” 

She takes a sip of her beer, places it on the dresser and walks toward me, hips swaying provocatively from side to side. That was what got my attention in the first place. This bitch catches your eye with the way she moves her entire body, so seductively.

Brandy has a body that is made for fucking. With her long brown hair, she also has a nice rack with a small waist that widens into a full, perfectly rounded ass. She gives me a sexy as hell smile as she makes her way to me, telling me that she’s thinking the exact same thing − that our fuck session earlier wasn’t enough.  Brandy loves to fuck. She’s not looking for anything beyond sex and she never complains about how kinky it gets, which is perfect for me. I want to fuck her before I have to be back at Wheels & Hogs Garage in the morning, or better yet, in a few hours from now.

I reach for the bottom of the t-shirt she’s wearing and remove it, leaving her standing butt-ass naked in front of me. Running my hands down her shoulders, I grab both breasts and squeeze them tightly as she rolls her head back.

“Oh, baby, squeeze harder... pleeease.”

I take both nipples between my fingers, rolling and pinching them until they take on a rosy hue. Lowering my head to one, I lick it before placing it between my teeth, and then I bite down. 

“Oh my God! Suck them, baby... yes,” is what I hear. Playing between her two nipples, knowing they are extremely sensitive, I continue to lick, suck and bite until she start to lose control, dancing from one foot to the other in anticipation.  I can actually smell her arousal from between her thighs, so I start down her body from her breasts, over her soft belly to her pelvic bone.  Brandy is shifting her thighs together, trying to relieve the pressure.

Reaching down, I slap both her thighs, causing her to gasp, “I control your orgasm, remember?” 

She gives me a slight nod and opens her thighs for me so I move my hand down to separate her plump lips as she moans.  Feeling the moisture on my fingers, I gently move from her pussy lips to the swollen bundle of nerves that I know she’s waiting for me to touch.  I pull her clit between my fingers and start to rub it, moving it around in circles, soft at first, then hard as her hips start to move in rhythm with my fingers.  My other hand is pinching and squeezing her breast, knowing I’m giving her body an overload of sensations.

I stop all together so I can pick her up and lay her on the bed. Bending over her body, I press a firm kiss to her lips and begin licking her lips with my tongue. She moans and sucks on the piercing in my lip while I rub the piercing from my tongue along her top lip. I continue with the pressure on her nipples and her clit, feeling her body tremble and tighten up.  Knowing she’s close to her orgasm, I plunge my tongue between her full lips, sucking hungrily at her mouth while I move from her clit and shove two fingers into her pussy.  She cries out as I pump my fingers in and out, hard and fast, letting my palm hit her clit each time I go in deep. Feeling for her g-spot, I push deeper each time until I hear her whimper. Brandy rocks her hips back and forth, reaching for her orgasm. 

Knowing what will push her over the edge, I take my hand from her nipple, lean back on my knees and reach under her, slipping a finger between her cheeks. With a hard push into her pussy, I put pressure on her asshole at the same time. As each sensation registers, her body reaches overload as her breathing stops for a brief few seconds, then leaves her lips with a loud moan while her walls clamp down on my fingers. I keep pushing as her body continues to tremble until she finally comes down. 

My briefs are barely holding my cock inside, so I gently remove my fingers and go to the dresser, grab a condom and put it on carefully over my pierced cockhead. 

“Baby, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll remember me every time you sit or walk today, and that’s a promise.”

She giggles, “Bring it on, big man,” as she stares at my cock.

I don’t waste any time. I grab her by the hips and without hesitation, I plunge myself inside of her, hard and deep. Her head comes off the bed as she gasps from the harsh way I take her, but I don’t stop. I’m relentless with her body, pushing her legs out and up over her shoulders, shoving my dick in to the hilt while I hold her down, fucking her into the mattress. With each deep thrust, I follow it up with a slight twist of my hips, hitting all of her internal nerve endings. 

“Damn, Cadence. I love that big dick of yours and how you work me over with it,” she says as she reaches down to rub her clit, “I need to cum, baby. Make me cum.”

When I pull out, she grabs my shaft, giving me a hand job while I fuck her. She wants to cum, but she also wants to play so I slow down my pace and let her do what she wants to do. When her hand gets to the thick barbell at the tip, she tugs on it right before I pump back into her. She continues to do this and with every pull on the metal, it sends a jolt through my entire body. I feel my balls start to tighten, knowing it’s time.

“Fuck me hard, Cadence. I am so ready to cum – ooh, just like that...”

Fuck this. I flip her over and pull her ass up and begin fucking her from behind. As I’m slamming into her, I use my thumb to push into her asshole. I move it in and out, keeping rhythm with each thrust into her pussy. I know she’s cumming the minute I feel her clamp down on my dick like a vice, sucking me back in. Damn this girl. She’s got one greedy pussy and I like that shit a lot, but now it’s time to concentrate on my own release. 

Without any regard for Brandy at all at this point, I begin fucking her so hard that she’s practically hanging off the side of the bed. She got hers, now it’s time to get mine.

“Fuck girl, you feel good. Love the way your tight little pussy pulls me in and locks on my cock. That’s it, keep doing that shit. Keep tightening your muscles... Holy fuck, Brandy... do not stop doing that!”

I feel that familiar warmth traveling through my body, causing my balls to tighten up as my cock starts to twitch and I’m there. I feel the warm cum filling up the condom as I slow my thrusts, enjoying the feel of having my wet dick inside of her. Her pussy is still locking on, just having another orgasm of her own. I hold onto the condom, waiting for her to finish.

“Baby, relax your pussy for me.”

Brandy takes a deep breath and immediately I feel the release around my cock.  Still holding onto the condom, I pull out and give her ass a quick, hard slap. 

“Holy shit, Cadence. What the fuck was that for?” I rub my hand over the handprint until her body starts to go soft. When she is totally relaxed, I reach back and slap her other cheek. She screams out, but not in pain. She likes her sex a bit rough, making her a girl after my own heart. 

I carefully remove the condom, tie the ends and drop it on the floor then reach for the other condom. Once I’m covered, I step back, smacking each ass cheek a couple of times.  Each time her moans are louder and longer as her body reacts to the pain and the pleasure.

“Brandy, get ready. My dick is about to go in your ass.”

She shakes her head and pleads for me to do it. Well what can I say? Baby wants it, then I’m more than happy to give it to her.

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That shit was fucking amazing. Turning to face her, I move her sweaty hair off her face, “Honey, anytime you’re up for this, you let me know. I haven’t blown that hard in a long fucking time,” I wait a few minutes to catch my breath before I speak again, “You’re more than welcome to stay if you want.”

“Are you asking me to stay?” She asks, looking torn.

Not knowing or wanting to know how she feels about the question, I make it easier on her with my next words. No need for this to be awkward. I don’t want her to think I’m asking for something I’m not, “Don’t bother reading into it. It’s an invitation to crash, babe. That’s all. We fuck and that’s our thing. You wanna leave, that’s fine.”

For just a moment I saw her actually thinking about staying until I said those words to her. This is all about sex and I have never offered for someone to stick around afterwards, but tonight, maybe because of the nightmare, I don’t really know if I want her to go, but there is no way I can tell her that. I use her and she uses me. That’s how this shit works.

“You do what you want. I’ve only got a few hours before I got to be at work so I’ve gotta clean up and get some shut eye.”

I walk into the bathroom and close the door. I can hear her gathering her clothes and getting dressed. It’s best that she goes. My nightmares are getting worse and I don’t need her asking questions. She’s not someone I would ever share that secret with, only being some chick I fuck when she’s around.

I make a mental note to give that therapist Fern found for me another call. Maybe I do need to talk to a professional again, get some counseling to help me with finding the triggers that are setting these nightmares off again.

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After Brandy leaves, I lay in bed knowing sleep won’t come. My mind is filled with the horrors that my nightmares bring to the surface.  Even though it was years ago, it feels like it happened yesterday.  I still use the tools that the therapist gave me to work with when Fern demanded I seek help to get my life back. 

Thinking about the triggers that could cause my mind to continuously go back there, I realize with a start what it could be. I’ve been using meaningless sex as a substitute for real, meaningful relationships.  Not saying I don’t have good relationships, but most are with the people I work with.  I have my mom and two brothers, but because of their pasts they haven’t been able to deal with any of it, keeping them from forming any healthy relationships, including with me. We talk a couple of times a year but I can’t remember the last time I saw any of them.

I consider Des, Fern and Doc as my role models, if not also the closest people I have to parental figures.  Because of how Des found me, then what Fern, Doc and Des did for me allowed me to open my heart to all three of them.  Outside of them, the people I work and hang with are my closest friends.  Women come and go because that’s how I like it. No relationships, commitments or expectations; just fucking and lots of it, although lately it’s lost some of its appeal, and that bothers me.  I sure as hell don’t want to turn into some pussy with feelings and shit.

Grabbing the pills I brought from the bathroom, I pop them in my mouth and take a swig of my now warm beer. Laying my head on the pillow, I hope the pills kick in quickly, shutting my mind off enough to get some much-needed sleep. 

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arely making it through the day without passing out, I decide to join the others at the bar after my dart league kicked major ass, which in my opinion is a cause for celebration.  Grabbing a beer from one of the boys, I listen as they talk about all the usual shit guys talk about at the end of the day. I begin scanning the bar, looking for tonight’s piece of ass. 

Hearing a familiar laugh, I turn my head in time to see Trinity throw a dart that doesn’t even come close to hitting the board. A strange feeling runs through my body as she bends over, holding her stomach while she laughs at herself.  As she continues to laugh, I hear her snort through her nose, causing her to move her hands to her face as her girlfriends begin laughing hysterically at her. She’s wide eyed and looking around nervously when her eyes fall on me, but then quickly look away.

Grabbing my beer, I head toward Trinity with a feeling of anticipation running through me.  I’ve been having this reaction every time I’m around her for the last couple of months now. The closer I get, my heartbeat increases and this feeling of excitement overwhelms and surprises me. This is a completely new emotion for me and it bothers me. Not since I arrived in Tranquility have I ever thought of a woman as anything more than a plaything; someone to use as a sexual outlet. 

Hearing my name, I’m snapped out of my thoughts only to see Trinity, also walking in my direction with a hesitant smile. 

“Hey, Cadence. How did the league do tonight?  Sorry I missed it. Work was really busy.” 

As she stands in front of me, I can’t help but notice that she’s wearing a long sleeved shirt in this warm weather, and that her makeup looks darker, like she put too much on. She keeps her face turned a little, but it looks like one eye has a darker coloring than the other. She’s purposely keeping distance between us, which seems strange. Something is off, but I’m not going to be the one to bring it up. She looks happy tonight so I’m going to leave it alone.

“Hey, sweetheart. We actually hit the board and won so I’m celebrating,” I say, trying to loosen some of the tension I’m feeling, “So what was that you were doing a minute ago?  You need some personal lessons on how to shoot darts? If you do, I am always available... for a price.” 

Tilting her head she quietly asks, “What’s the going rate for a dart instructor?” 

“Just a kiss, baby. That’s all.  You’ve been holding out on me for months now so you gotta think to yourself, what’s one little kiss for the opportunity to get a dart throwing lesson from me?

Trinity giggles as she turns and walks away from me. She gets to her table, picks up her darts and returns to my side, “Okay, you’ve got a deal. One little kiss for a lesson.”