Chapter 3

POV: Jester Syd

"Don't be scared. Grab them." She pleaded. "I want you to."

I hesitated, moving my hands back to where her tits were waiting for my touch. She must have felt my discomfort because she held my hands (making them a little steady) and led them to her tits. They both felt soft and I had the uncontrollable urge to squeeze which I did. Her tits melted in my hands; only her nipples kept their solid form.

"Oh, yeah." She moaned.

It was shocking how one minute I had been standing with Kit on the side of the tracks and he had walked away to prepare only for a strange (really hot) woman to approach me and offer we go back to my place. I shrugged. Ultimately, I was a catch myself

My hardness touched her ass making her push against it in a gentle rocking motion.

She moaned sharply. I had to wet my lips before I spoke. "This is a one-time; thing." 

She stopped moving and turned around slightly, just enough to stare into my eyes. I avoided her gaze just for a while but it was obvious she had seen the vulnerability in my eyes.

"Sure. I understand." She said in a soft monotone. "I would have it no other way."

She pulled at my dreadlocks as I moved forward and kissed her ravaging her mouth with mine. I pulled away short of breath, my dick had stiffened.

"The uhm," She said struggling to piece her words together.

"Fuck it." She sighed as she pulled closer and took a kiss from me. Her mouth tasted salty and there was a faint sting of mint.

Our kiss was something of passion and lust. Hunger and Need. A primitive urge roared in my ears.

"I- I, I never" I kissed her cutting her words away. "I never kiss guys on the first day. You're the first man."

"Well, there's always a first," I said without thinking.

Her hands lingered and grabbed my dick.

"God! I love how hard your cock is right now."

Her words echoed inside my head and for a moment it was the only thing I could hear. Everything else was static.

Her gentle touch on my dick made me shiver and curse simultaneously. Or did I curse before I shivered? My brain was in a whirlwind of pleasure that made thinking an impossibility.

"I feel like my heart is going to pop any minute," I said.

My heartbeat was all I could hear throbbing at my eardrums in perfect synchrony with the veins pulsing on my dick.

I pulled her closer and slid her nipple into my mouth. It tasted salty too. I rolled my tongue on the hard nipple as she tugged on my dick. Her moans matched the intensity of her jerks on my dick. I grabbed her rounded breasts with both hands and steadied them enough for me to suck her nipples one by one.

I noticed how she reacted more to the left nipple so I moved my focus on it completely.

"Oh yes! Suck my nipple, please. Suck it."

A teardrop appeared on her eyes rolling down her chocolate-colored skin.

"There's something I want to try." She said pulling away from me.

I stared at her clueless as she moved till she mounted me. I was about to protest when she guided my dick into her pussy and settled on my body.

"Oh, fuck!" I said with a grunt.

She placed her hands on my chest and slowly, she rocked her hips in a rolling motion on my dick. I could feel myself inside her. Her pussy felt so warm around my dick.

Her movements quickened and soon enough she began bouncing on my dick. I flowed with the motion hitting her pussy just as she moved down on me which made a thick smashing sound. The sound of two hot bodies colliding. 

Her moans were loud. I could see tears had stained her face and if she wasn't dark-skinned then I would have noticed it earlier.

"Bounce faster. Ride me as you wanna." I said grunting.

I grabbed her ass, spanking it, and she squealed curving her back. Her body went rigid as she jumped off my dick. At that same moment, my dick shot out sperm as she wiggled by my side under the grip of a jolting orgasm.

We collapsed on the bed and she rolled over to me but I shoved her aside. It was time to be serious.

"You have to go," I said with my dark eyes glowing. "Forget you were ever here."

***

POV: Lulu Winters

This was by far the worse day of my life. Not only did I have to share the trophy with the big oaf that rescued me but I had to stand in front of a camera and take a picture with him and my trophy. Can you imagine?!

Sure he had driven us to victory and we had gotten past the finish line on his motorcycle but we had won thanks to my constant guidance.

"This is the first time in the history of Graymore we're recording two winners!" The host of the contest bawled.

Bartholomew was a leech for the dramatics. He was a showman through and through just like his old man.

"What is your name big guy?" He asked slapping the thieving son of a bitch on his arm.

"Urh- uhm, I'm er,"

"Nevermind sucker. We'll call you the grizzly bear of Graymore!"

The crowd shouted raising cans of beer. Of course, they'd hand nicknames to just about anybody but giving this stranger a nickname as cool as mine had gotten Bartholomew a space on my naughty list.

I gave him a stink-eyed look and she brushed it off focusing more on the big guy by my side. Everyone was focusing on the big guy by my side. It made me mad to see how they had failed to notice I had survived a brutal crash, come out unscathed and finished the race in the first place (even though it was a shared position) despite all odds. It had been my idea to complete the race even while the big guy had been cowering in fear after rescuing me.

"Give it up for the sneaky red fox and the mighty grizzly bear!" Bartholomew was on a row now.

The crowd exploded with a shout that sent chills moving through my flesh.

I'd absolutely get violent if they suggest I'd have to share my price money too with him.

"The price money will be shared," Bartholomew said into the mic.

I stared at him with murderous rage. "Bartholomew." I bawled through gritted teeth.

"Play nice, Lulu." He whispered through the side of his mouth. "Plus it's Lil Barti now."

I felt like throwing up and I think I did a little internally. What makes a forty-seven-year-old washed-up man give himself a name like that? Lil Barti? I controlled the urge to laugh out.

The big guy gave me a look which showed that he had heard my name. I was too occupied with thoughts of killing the greasy weasel on the mic to be bothered about him hearing my name.

The show ended late. I had to find someone I wasn't just in the nod-nod pass greeting stage with to give a ride back to town but as I walked around the park, I realized the impossibility of that. Everyone there were all strangers including the bikers I raced with. Bartholomew who was the only familiar person I knew lived in the park and he would rather die before he would part with the keys to his old country truck for a night.

"Looks like you could use a ride." I turned around to see the grizzly bear behind the wheels of a Ford Ranger.

Big car for a big man. He gave me one of those cute smiles and I saw the ruffling of his hair even before he did it.

"Sure but not from you," I said turning around. I crossed my hands on my trophy holding it protectively against my breasts.

"Why?" He asked in a stupid drawl.

"You could be a maniac ax killer for all I know. You have the body for it." I said a little aware of the last part.

Why had I said it like that? It made it look like I had been gawking at his body the whole time.

"Probably true. But then you look like you can handle yourself easily." He said baiting me.

"I can," I replied a little too fast falling into his trap.

"So?"

I sighed throwing my hands in the air. "Just shut up already!"

I walked over to the passenger door and waited till he opened it from inside. The scowl on my face deepened as I stepped inside the big car. I closed the door. He was staring at me in an obvious way which made it super annoying.

"Can you not stare at me," I said tight-lipped.

He chuckled. "I'll try. No promises though. You have a gorgeous face."

I sat frozen as the effect of his words washed over me. It wasn't what he had said but how he had said it. 

I faced him but he was already focusing on the road. His thick brows furrowed a little and his dark eyes gave him a dangerous look. I bit my lips and took a cool breath.

Oh, boy...