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“Is there anything I can help you with, Mr. Reyes?” she asked breathlessly and licked her full lips.
I turn around giving her an eyeful of what I’m packing, “Wanna ride, querida?”
Suddenly, she’s in my lap, kissing me. My hands slid down her spine so I’m cupping her full ass as she grinds against me. She’s pulled her skirt up, but she’s still wearing the silk panties and stockings and I could feel the fabric rubbing against my engorged cock.
I unbuttoned her shirt and unsnapped the pretty ivory bra and almost shoot my load at the sight of her magnificent body. When her heavy breasts burst out into my eager hands I ran my thumbs over her hard nipples, making them draw up into sharp points. Before I could stop myself, I leaned down to suck one of the taut points into my mouth, pulling it deep as she moaned.
“Coyote,” she gasped, and I felt her fingers gripping my shaft. It feels so good when she gives my cock a long, slow stroke while whispering that she missed me and thought about me all the time. My hand cupped her pussy, and I could feel the soaked fabric of her panties, pushing them aside I slid my fingers along her slit and slipped them into heaven. She’s grinding on my hand, but suddenly I heard the fire alarm.
“Just ignore it, querida. It’s a false alarm,” my voice is hoarse as I’m finger fucking her while she’s jerking me off like we’re high school kids behind the bleachers.
“Oh God,” she gasped as her pussy started spasming around my fingers.
“Yeah, come for me,” I said as the alarm got louder.
***
A loud ugly noise blasted through my ears. I jerked awake with my hand on my cock and my heart hammering. It took me a second to realize it was my alarm going off. I grabbed my phone and turned it off, hating that it was all just a dream.
I came to a sitting position and tried to shake the fog of sleep from my mind. I swear to fucking God, touching her in my dream was nothing short of perfection.
I slapped my raging hard-on to the side, grumpily got out of bed and into the shower. Once I was there, my insistent cock won the battle of wills going on between us, and I ended up stroking myself off to memories of Bethany from long ago. My favorite was when she came to the bar in the basement of the Slayers’ clubhouse. It was the place where all the debauchery took place. Even though she was normally shy by nature back then, we found a comfortable space obscured from most of the others and enjoyed the sex club atmosphere. I felt like the king of the world with her half-dressed on my lap, riding my cock. Just thinking about it caused me to jerk harder and faster until I came so hard my balls hurt.
Feeling some relief from my needy cock, I got dressed in some decent clothes so I could go down to the courthouse to file my business license. It was going to take a lot of work to get my business off the ground.
Chapter Five
Coyote
It took me a few days of running errands before I finally made it back to the auto repair shop. When I arrived, Breaker was leaning against the building waiting for me. I got out of the van and went to unlock the door. “How did you know I was coming in today?”
“You told your sister, who happens to be my wife, in case you’ve forgotten. She sent you breakfast,” he said, as he handed me a brown paper bag. It was warm and I could smell the biscuits even with the bag closed.
“I hope you haven’t been waiting long?”
He shrugged, “Not long.” Gesturing towards the big ugly panel van, he asked, “How much longer are you gonna be riding around in a fucking cage?”
Opening the door to the shop, Breaker followed behind me as I explained. “I had to pick up a new bathroom sink this morning and I needed something to haul parts around in. It was a spare from the Slayers’ auto repair shop. I might buy it, it could be useful for deliveries.”
“What happened to your tow truck?”
“It’s getting repainted with my company logo.”
“At least you looked badass driving your tow truck.”
“Don’t worry dude, I ain’t giving up the truck,” I muttered as I headed inside the small kitchen area. I put on a pot of coffee and while it was dripping, I ate my biscuit in four gigantic bites. The scrambled eggs and bacon melted in my mouth. If there was one thing my sister could do, it was make a mean biscuit.
“Yeah, that van is the ugliest thing I’ve seen in my entire life,” Breaker said as he grabbed a couple of mugs.
“Did you just come here to razz me today? If so, you can just leave.”
“Chill the fuck out, man. I’m just joking with you.”
“Yeah, you’re a damn laugh a minute. Did you ever think about doing standup?”
“No, but I’d be fucking brilliant at it.”
I know I sounded tetchy, I think it was because I still hadn’t done anything about Bethany. I’d had the big idea to drop in to see her again, on the pretext of wanting to discuss the launch, but I’d chickened out.