Sons of Mayhem 1

Chapter 18

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Nicole

I awoke lying in bed. My head ached, but not too badly. I could sense the sun streaming in, but didn't want to open my eyes just yet.

I felt something, someone, move behind me and something pressed in to my back. I opened my eyes with a start and was greeted by the sun rising across the desert. I gasped, it was beautiful.

I slowly remembered what I'd done the day before. The day’s events flashing across my memory. But then I reached a blank. The last thing I remembered was drinking with Jase in the booth and talking about steak or something.

Did we sleep together? It doesn't feel like we slept together. I examined my body. My shorts were gone but I was wearing my panties. The t-shirt was still on, but my bra seemed to be missing.

I reached behind me to see what it was pressing in to my back. It was exactly what I thought it was. We were in Jase's trailer and he was behind me, his morning glory awake before he was.

I admired the view outside for another second, before rolling over to take in a different, but equally attractive view.

Jase was lying next to me, sleeping. I slowly sat up, not wanting to wake him, just wanting to watch him for the moment.

On the floor next to the bed were his jeans, boots and shirt. I could see his jacket on the back of a chair across the room.

He was wearing only his boxer shorts, which were currently tented out far from his sleeping body. I grinned to myself.

His flat stomach swept up his v-shaped torso to his muscular pecs, shoulders and arms. There were a ton of tattoos all over his hot body. I smiled to myself as I admired his sleeping form. His face looked peaceful, unworried as he slept. This is weird isn't it? I've seen his dick, but I hadn't seen his body until now.

I lay back down facing him, wrapping my arm over him and snuggling up against him. I could feel his hardness gently pressing against my bare stomach and it felt good.

Wake up. I didn't know if it was the after-effects of the alcohol of the night before, or just his body in general, but I knew I wanted him that morning.

I gently pressed my lips against his. They were soft and warm but I got no response. Wake up. Wake up and take me Jase.

I slowly extended a bare foot down his leg, from his knee down to his ankle. The hairs of his leg tickled my foot as it slid down. He didn't respond.

I let my hand wander between our bodies, over his hard chest to his boxers. I shifted slightly to give me room. I slid my hand underneath his boxers and found him.

My hands wrapped around him and I squeezed. The skin there was incredibly soft, but when I squeezed he was hard like hickory underneath.

My fingers closed around him and I firmly pulled up. He gasped and his eyes flickered open. That woke you up.

He stared at me for a moment, confusion crossing his eyes. Uhoh. I suddenly felt embarrassed and whipped my hand out.

He laughed. "Put it back."

I smiled and did I was told, enjoying his warmth in my hand.

"Say, do you want to do something today?" It looked like he was trying to stop himself from grinning as he asked. My hand was having the desired effect as I slowly but methodically maintained my up-down motion on him.

I raised my eyebrows slightly, "What do you have in mind? I gotta get back to the dorm before it’s too late. I've got a stupid paper to write, and there's gonna be a quiz in poli-sci tomorrow."

He laughed. "Okay. I won't keep you out late. Just until the early afternoon? There's something I want to show you."

His breath was a little faster now. I continued to work my hand as we chatted. "Oh?"

Jase sucked in air as I gave him a squeeze stronger than before. "There's, uh," How'd you like that, tough guy? "There's a spot I know down by the river. It's quiet, but pretty. We could maybe go for a swim, have a picnic?" He was panting slightly.

"Sounds perfect. Have me back by five?"

He nodded and then leaned in towards me and kissed me. Properly kissed me. I kissed him back and continued to pump my hand back and forth, gratified at his moans of pleasure.

He wrapped an arm around me and squeezed me, and then thought better of it, releasing me. What'd I do? But I didn't need to worry. He broke off the kiss and used his hands to pull my shirt over my head, finally exposing my bare breasts to him.

I immediately slid my hand back down to his underwear and continued to pump him gently as we returned to kissing, my breasts now pressing up against his chest.

I wrapped a leg over his, and before I knew it I was pressing myself against his tree-trunk thigh. I began to gyrate slowly from my waist, pushing myself against his leg. He responded, moving his thigh in to me, rubbing me with it. Take off my panties. I haven't needed it like I need it now in forever. Ever.

Our kissing became faster and when Jase slid a hand down the back of my panties I gasped. Take them off take them off take them off.

As I rubbed myself against him Jase grabbed my ass, first one side then the other, squeezing me and sending shivers coursing through my body. I felt him reach down, and then gasped as a finger slid between my creases from the back.

I was hot and wet, slick and ready. And I wanted him. Oh, how I wanted him. I found a confidence in my arousal I'd never had before. I'd never been able to tell a man what I wanted, what I needed, what he should do. But with Jase I felt I could. Or at least, I couldn't not speak. I wanted him so bad. I broke off our tongue-sucking kiss. "Fuck me," I whispered, "Fuck me Jase."

I could see the look in his eyes. That was it. He's going to fuck me. Thank God for that.

He moved his body away and my hand slipped from his hard cock. A moment later his hands were around my waist, and then they were yanking off my underwear. My eyes glowed as I lay on the bed, legs spread, bare and open and ready for the tattooed biker above me.

Then the world came crashing down. For the second week in a row my Sunday morning was filled with the sounds of sirens and shouts.

Jase's eyes flashed and I could have sworn they managed to convey surprise, anger and disappointment in just a fraction of a second. "Fuck me." He sighed.

"Fuck me." I agreed.