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That was until a cyclist hit Gunner on his sore shoulder, and I saw red.
If I could, I would have chased that man down, and ??
What?
Push him off his bike.
I felt hopeless that the man didn’t give a shuff, like filling a sock and calling it Christmas. He was rude; the least he could have done was use his bell and let us know he was coming through, that’s common courtesy.
In my mind, I was berating that man, while the other side of me, the one with the real voice, showed concern for Gunner, who had to have been hurt. It was like the man deliberately ran into Gunner to prove some point I didn’t get. With my anger running high, I suggested filing a complaint with the council, and that’s what I will do. I hadn’t expected Gunner to say he would send me the councillors’ emails. I could find it on the internet, but his giving me the information would be like he was part of it, giving me a boost to do exactly that tomorrow and it won’t be an ordinary sss they had ever seen the likes of before.
“Come, let’s get you home. Before some other lunatic rider comes by.” As we reached the restaurant, parked out the front, with other bikes was the bike that hit Gunner. As I walked by, I pulled out a small penknife, plunged it into his front wheel and continued. It happened so fast that I doubt anyone would have picked what I was doing, it was all in my natural stride.
“Did that make you feel better?” Gunner asked as he handed me my helmet. Of course, he noticed. Gunner misses nothing.
“It did, it will give him something to do, besides kurting others, and it will save someone else from being hurt for a little while, at least, maybe if I see that bike again, I will do it again, sooner or later, he will get the message that someone he has hurt didn’t like it.” I huffed out, still angry over the whole incident.
Gunner explained the strap on the helmet as he tightened it, with a patience I have rarely seen in a man; most I know or have been around are not like that. Maybe I have been looking at the wrong crowd.
“Maybe in daylight, I will have a longer look at the strapping and figure it out, thank you.” I relied in a soft voice, and shrugged, I didn’t mind him doing it for me, I get to look at his face as he concentrates on the strap, he has striking eyes, a brown, almost black, his lips are perfect for kissing, his nose, when looking this close must have been broken at some time, but it wasn’t too bad, if I wasn’t this close I would never have picked it. His beard is dark brown and has been braided. I wonder if he did that or if some chick at the club did. I am sure I had thought this before: I’m not jealous. I’m not. His hair falls just below his shoulder blades, long for a guy who was also in a plait.
Suddenly, he hit the top of my helmet.
“All done, finished perving, or would you like me to hold you a little longer, so you can finish?” He chuckled as I blushed.
“Busted,” I replied, not that I can deny it, might as well own it. Whoop whoop, ‘what a man, what a man, what a mighty fine man’. The song chorus rang in my head as I waited for Gunner to give me the signal to climb on.
The ride home was too short and not fast enough. I was enjoying the vibration between my legs and wondered if we could go on a longer ride sometime soon to see if I could reach my peak with it. Don’t think so, but it was a nice thought.
“Want to come in?” I asked shyly, not wanting the night to end, while also giving Gunner the chance to leave if he had club plans.
Gunner took the key out of my hand, put it in the lock, turned, picked me up, and entered, closing the door with his boot.
“Guess that’s a yes.” I giggled as he moved towards the lounge, and stopped as if he was going to lower her down onto it.
“Bedrooms that way.” I pointed to a door, causing Gunner to change direction. Good, we’re on the same page. If I don’t get Gunner to finish this need, I will have to use my hand, and I would rather have him bring me to the boil. Our time in bed had always been so so soooooo good. Yeah, like really good. This man knows what he’s doing.
Gunner sat me on the bed, knelt and removed my boots, kissing my ankle as he removed my socks, he moved up and took off my jacket, and carefully placed it on the back of a chair, unbuttoned my shirt, and threw the shirt aside, before leaning in and unclasping my bra, causing my two mountains to pop out, and his mouth found the peak of one. He nibbled and sucked on one while his hand massaged the other, then changed sides.
“Gunner.” I hissed out, needing more.
More what?
Just more.
“Patience.” He growled back and, with a sigh, moved to remove my jeans, pushing me so I am on my back, and having me raise my hips, to make it easier. The jeans weren’t that tight, but still enough to make him work for it. I was down to just my G-String, which he snapped off with his teeth. It was such a turn-on.
“Hey, they were my favourite. You owe me a pair of panties,” Gunner growled something unintelligible, before sitting on the bed to take his boots off, then his jacket off the back of the other chair, took off his shirt, and threw it close to the pile he took off me, and undid his jeans.
“What commando again?” I looked shocked. I knew he liked to go without underwear, but I thought that was only when he was at the clubhouse.
“What? I needed to get to you fast, didn’t have time to go hunting for clean jocks, most of my clothes are in the wash.” He grumbled, looking at my body from head to toe and back up again.
For a moment there, I thought I had spoiled the mood, but he gently spread my legs and placed his warm tongue between my legs and licked me in one long stroke.
“Hmmmm.” He murmured before plunging his tongue inside me.
Gunner POV
Her breasts are more than a handful, and I love to play with them, suckle them, maybe I am regressing to being a baby, and want nurturing, or so someone had said, when a guy said he liked sucking on them, but whatever slant a psychiatrist might put on it, I do enjoy fondling them.
Cora’s body isn’t skinny, like many club girls tend to be; she has some meat on her bones, not fat, meat; she’s toned and cares for her body. I have thought that several times: Prefect. I am not worried, I will not break her if I go a little rough, and sometimes I like it rough.
Not tonight.
Tonight, it will be slow, and see how many times she screams my name before I have to have my own release. It tests my resolve. I like to think waiting makes it all that much better. Not a wham-bam, but slow and controlled, like how tonight has felt, it was as romantic as I could make it. This was all new to me. Chasing a girl had never been something I had to do before. It’s scary, and at the same time, I did have fun tonight. The food, the walk, being with her, with no pressure of being anyone but me, Cora made it easy.
Now I was exactly where I hoped the end of today would be, in her bed. Mine would have been better, but that was more ego, and showing the guys I was still with Cora, and she was still around. This, perhaps, was better, giving us a more intimate time, not shared with others.
