Saving Abel (Rocker Series) (19 page)

“Babe, I’m going to make a big mess of myself if we don’t take a walk right the fuck now,” I said, helping her off my bike as she giggled. I grabbed a blanket from my saddlebag. I took her hand in mine as we walked. If I could have carried her into the woods running, I would have. But I needed to chill. She had already called me a caveman and a crazy motherfucker. My behavior wasn’t exactly screaming
chill
. I was acting like a crazy caveman motherfucker. Biting my lip to the point of bleeding pain in order to stop the obsessive emotions I was experiencing, I wondered if one of the guys was fucking with my dosage again. After the last meltdown, you’d think not. But they were assholes sometimes—well, most times

I walked us over to a beautiful blooming tree. I shook out the blanket, straightening the edges. I turned to Gia to strip her bare-assed, but was met by a face filled with pain. Those beautiful brown bedroom eyes were welling up with tears. What in the fuck? What could I have possibly done now?

“It’s not you, it’s me. That sounds so cliché. What I mean to say …” She sniffled, wiping her eyes. “What I mean to say is … you’re so perfect, Abel. We’ve only just met. You’ve shown me more affection than …”

She cleared her throat. I moved to her, grabbing her chin. I wanted to look into those eyes. I needed to look into those eyes.

“What’s not to adore, Beauty? Huh? Why the tears? Who did this to you, babe?” I wanted to know, needed to know. I demanded to know.

She shot me an indecisive look as she stiffened. Not a good sign. I knew when someone was keeping a secret. And she was definitely keeping one. She had all the signs. Something or someone was making Gia suffer. That was for sure. I felt conflicted. Part of me wanted to know—and part of me didn’t. So I did what I do best, what my body was built for. Wiping a stay tear from her cheek with my thumb, I brought it to my lips to taste her. Fuck, even her tears tasted sweet. Staring into her eyes, I ran my fingers through her hair, grabbing a tight handful and tugging her head down. Her nipples hardened. Her pupils were ebony pools. She unbuttoned my pants, hooking her dainty fingers in my waistband, watching me the whole time. She yanked them down. Without hesitation, she bent over and drew the head of my cock into her warm wet mouth, making tiny lip movements over the piercing on my head.

“
Fuck,
Beauty,” I growled. “What are you doing to me?” That was less a question than a plea. The way she was purring on my cock, she was going to get a mouthful of come any second now. A shudder rolled up from my toes through the base of my spine. Lacing my fingers through her hair, I started fucking her mouth.

“Beauty, you keep sucking like that, I’m gonna give you something to swallow real soon.” She made a ravenous little slurping sound that set my shit off like Grucci fireworks. I came hard and fast. She swallowed my whole load.
Damn,
if that didn’t make me fall just a little bit more
. Fuck me.
She looked up at me with those sinful eyes, licking her lips like my shit was the tastiest shit she had ever had. Yeah, this was my
girl
.

I released her hair, helping her to her feet. I made quick work of my pants and shirt. I wanted to undress her. And so I did. She spoke not a word, just lifted her arms over her head so I could remove her shirt, wiggling her ass to help with her jeans. There, I was proud of the
goddess
that stood before me. Proud she was
mine
. My eyes never left her body. I moved to the blanket, languidly stroking my cock.

“I want you to ride me. I want to see that tight little body move. Show me how my cock makes you feel. Show me everything, Beauty.”

I laid back, fisting myself. There was no more conversation. She straddled me, dropping to her knees in one move. She grabbed my cock out of my hand. With her other hand, she started to stimulate herself with her fingers.
Motherfucker
. If this wasn’t the hottest image ever. Short of bleaching my brain, I would never be able to forget this. I’d been with hundreds of beautiful, hot women. But Gia took it to a whole new level. She brought her fingers to her mouth, tasting herself. It was the sweetest torture I had ever experienced. My sack was tight. I squeezed my balls with my free hand. She nudged the head of my cock between her pussy lips with agonizingly slow movements. My vision blurred. It took every ounce of will power not to thrust upwards. Finally, she relieved my suffering by impaling herself on me in one swift move. I usually didn’t do the bottom—ever. However, today I wanted to watch her get herself off with my cock. I needed to see it as much as I needed the air to breathe.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so goddamned big,” she exclaimed. “I feel so deliciously stuffed right now. Your cock feels unreal.” She gave herself time to adjust. I twisted my hips, signaling for her to move. This was fucking with me big-time. She responded with a resounding smile, her eyebrows quirking up. She knew she was torturing me.

“Is my Master impatient? Doesn’t a Dom pride himself on his patience?” she taunted, lifting herself up and down on my cock. Motherfucker, if she wasn’t right. In a normal world I was the pillar of patience. But what was going on here with this Beauty was far from normal. She picked up the pace, doing a grinding move with her hips. My thoughts were jumbled. I wanted to answer her question, set her straight. But she was right. What was there to say? What was I going to do—make excuses for why I was so impatient with her, admit so early on I was pussy-whipped? Not likely. She played with her tits without me asking her to, pinching her nipples until her buds were rock-hard.

“Oh, God, baby, you feel amazing. Your rings are hitting my clit.” She lost it, screaming my name for the world to hear.
That was the icing on my motherfucking caveman cake
. This was the vision I would go to sleep to, and take everywhere with me. This was one of those erotic moments a man never forgets—one of those times when, in the middle of an ordinary day, something extraordinary happened. This was one of those days. Her riding me in broad daylight in the middle of a state park with no worries, just the two of us together: life couldn’t get any better than that, than
this,
right here and now, with my hips meeting her sweet hole half-way, and the sounds of her pussy suctioning me out of my fucking mind.

“I’m gonna fuck you, now.
Hard
, Beauty,” I said, flipping her over. “On your knees, Gia.”

The command in my voice had her purring like a kitten. Nudging her shaking legs apart with my knees, I asked, “You ready, Beauty?” She answered by pushing back onto my cock. I responded with a thrust that almost sent her off the blanket. But my girl held her own.

“Jesus, babe. You’re so fuckin’ tight and hot. My cock wants to live in this pussy.” My hands gained her hips for purchase. I ramped it up, working my hips like pistons. I reached around to rub her clit. I needed her to come again. I wanted to hear the noises she made when she came. “I’m gonna ruin you, babe. You’re mine. Do you hear me, Gia? Fuckin’
mine
.” My cock slammed into her heat.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” she crooned, her pussy tightly gloving my cock, draining me. My muscles tightened to the point of spasm. I grabbed her hair, pulling her up to me, my teeth latching on to the meat between her neck and shoulder. My load came hard and swift, filling her sweet cunt until it seeped down the inside of her thighs. I released her shoulder, and sat back on my legs. Both of us were panting furiously. She was in a downward-facing doggie position. I laid down, pulling her next to me, face-to-face. I peeled her sweaty hair away from her face. It flushed beautifully. She was stunning. All I could think about was this night ending with her in my bed.

Abel promised to take it easy on the way back until I got used to the feel of the bike. Between the ridiculously loud exhaust pipes and the weaving through traffic, I thought I was going to lose my shit again. Go figure, after all the abuse I put my body through. At the first thought of dying, I lose my shit.

We spent five minutes outside Finns discussing plans for the night before going in. I had to admit: I was a little embarrassed as to the fiasco that had gone down last night with Ender. My nerves were frayed. After what had happened, the last thing I needed was to see him again. I wanted to punt-kick him in the balls. So I decided to text Cindy:
Hey chick, I’m with caveman @ Finns. Get dressed and meet us. Woody’s gonna be here. Xx

Right away she texted back:
Get in here already. We heard you pull up eight minutes ago. What’s the problem? Caveman beat the box too hard? LMBO! Xx

I came back at her:
Har har har. Fuck you very much. CU in 2. :p

Abel secured our helmets on the back of his sex machine, grabbed my hand firmly, and walked us in. Finns was a local favorite. Its home-style comfortable vibe provided a down-to-earth atmosphere we relished. The décor was rustic with picnic tables lined up along the walls. Bigger tables were arranged in the middle. Our crew sat with two picnic tables pushed together. And it felt great calling them my crew. It felt like I had a whole new life. A life I finally wanted. A life I had chosen. However, we were sure to see people we knew here. Cindy and I had spent many a football Sunday in this place enjoying comfort-food and drinks—not to mention the hot guys in football jerseys. It should get real interesting when Abel’s fans saw him here with me. Come to think of it … I wondered why we had been able to take his bike today. Security had been so dead-set against it just yesterday. I back-burned it until I was able to ask him about it later.

At the hostess desk the girls fawned over him. And he ate it up, his dimpled smile setting fire to their panties. After posing for a few photos with his groupies, we were escorted to a private table towards the back. Cindy was in her retro
Frankie Says Relax
tee-shirt paired with ripped jeans. She and Woody were talking very closely. Dave was texting someone. Jake was flirting with two cute waitresses. And Ender’s eyes never strayed from us.

My stomach twisted nervously. He smiled and winked.
Jackass.
Abel squeezed my hand in affirmation. I stood stock-still, waiting for Cindy to notice we were there. She finally pulled her head out of Woody’s face, jumping up to greet us.

“Bout’ time, chick.” She kissed my cheek and hip-checked Abel. I watched as the paparazzi starting setting up outside with their long-lens cameras. I was nervous as hell, yet oddly fascinated by it all. I’d always fantasized about being a celebrity. What would it be like to be on TMZ or one of those shows? To make the papers? How did it all work? I had seen an entertainment show that had explained that some celebrities actually scheduled the paparazzi—told them where they’d be, that type of shit.

“Cindy.” Able nodded his hello to her, then dropped my hand to greet the boys. Hugs, fist-bumps, and shaking of hands went on for ten minutes—real bromance-type stuff. I laughed to myself. Ender did some complicated handshake with Abel that had me spellbound. I guess all was forgiven between the two—which was a relief. Jake poked my side, patting the seat next to him in an effort to get me to sit. I hadn’t realized I was standing there gawking at the groupies taking videos with their camera phones. Who lives like this? The table of boys went about their business unruffled. I caught Cindy’s eye and she just shrugged. I took Jake’s hand, stepping over the bench seat to sit. He poured me beer from one of the pitchers on the table. I wasn’t a beer drinker, but
when in Rome
…

“Thank you, Jake,” I said. He nodded. Abel lifted me off the seat only to redeposit me on his lap.

“Ah, that’s much better,” he crooned, inhaling my hair. “Smells very outdoorsy. Maybe pine?”

I elbowed him in the gut, eliciting a grunt. The table erupted in laughter. The boys all high-fived me. And just like that, my nerves dissipated. I settled into Abel’s form, taking full advantage of his perfectly sculpted, hard body. The servers laid a smorgasbord of good eats before us. I think Abel ordered three of everything on the menu. How these boys stayed so fit was a conundrum. I was positivity shocked at how high each of them filled their plates. They were sexy hot rockers with tatted arms, pierced brows, and crazy hair—but their demeanor bespoke culture. I didn’t know everyone’s stories. What I did know was, they fit together. They were of the same breeding. I would have been very surprised if someone had told me otherwise. These boys exuded sex appeal like strippers on their poles. It was just
there
. Just watching them lick their fingers was like watching porn.