Wheels of Steel, Book 1

Jason didn’t stay in the Jacuzzi long. He pulled himself out and Robin helped him to dry himself. Then they went to visit Raymond. The handsome black man flashed Robin a broad smile.

  “Hi there you two.”

  She returned his broad smile. “Hi Raymond. How are you?”

  “Great. Always a pleasure to be in the company of a beautiful woman.”

  Jason rolled his eyes. “Yes,” he interrupted. “And by the way, I’m here, too. And I’m doing good.”

  “My man!” Raymond offered his fist and Jason hit it with his own. Then he reached out and possessively took Robin’s hand in his. Raymond eyed their clasped hands with a knowing smile.

  “So…you two…?”

  “My girlfriend.” Jason affirmed proudly. He hadn’t told anyone else; it all had happened so fast. He wanted to tell his friends but not with Robin around—strange maybe, but it was how he felt.

  “Congratulations, you two. And you are a fast worker. So is it okay for her to massage your legs now?”

  He shook his head imperceptibly and Robin raised her brows. “What?” She asked.

  Jason quickly changed the subject. “Robin, why don’t you tell Ray what we’ve been doing all week.”

  Ray grinned in anticipation for a good sexy tale.

  “Um…well, we’ve been walking.”

  “Walking?”

  “With crutches.”

  “No freaking way! You got him on crutches, Robin?”

  “Well, I encouraged him.”

  “Climb up on the table. I want to take a look at your legs.” Ray kept flexing his feet and checking for swelling. He told him that he wanted to see him walking between the bars that were located in another room. Jason did, using more of his upper body then Raymond was happy with. He was instructed to continue walking, his legs were already strengthening. On their way out Jason told Raymond about his DJ gig later tonight and Ray said he’d try to make it.

  Back in the car Jason reached out and placed his hand on her knee. A day like this was made into a vacation just by having Robin along with him. Every day with her was made fun. She placed her hand

  over his and they drove like that back to the apartment.

  ***

  “No. I don’t want the chair.” He said when Robin popped the trunk. “Just roll it in. I’m going to walk.” They headed to the apartment slowly. Jason moved a lot more smoothly now. He didn’t have trouble getting his legs beneath his body anymore.

  It was still early; just after three o’clock. Jason’s mind was preoccupied with Robin’s earlier actions and the idea of exploring her body. Now there was plenty of time to do it right. His friends wouldn’t be showing up until after dinnertime. He felt himself hardening at the memory of her luscious curves as she lay across his bed. He followed her as she went into the kitchen for bottled water. He took a long drink, eyeing her.

  “We can listen to some music and…snuggle.” He suggested.

  “Okay.”

  “You choose the play list this time. Put on something nice, Sweetheart. And then…meet me in the bedroom.” He turned and walked into the bedroom feeling more nervous then he sounded.

  They snuggled every day; just a lot of kissing and hugging. It was the best part of her day. But she knew that this was something different; this would be more than just snuggling. She was anxious but was ready to know what else lay beyond his kissing lips and his gentle touch. After she turned on his computer and found one of her Neo-Soul playlists that she knew he enjoyed, Robin went into the bedroom to see that Jason was sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling off his shoes. He tossed them into the corner and gave her an easy smile. He patted the bed next to him and she sat down and kicked off her shoes, too.

  Jason pushed himself back to the head of the bed and plumped the pillows. Robin joined him, settling into his out stretched arms. They smiled and kissed; each knowing that this is what they both had been waiting for all day. They’d never done this on the bed before and Jason thought it was nice to stretch his body out against hers. He let his hand rest on her curvy hip while she cupped his stubbly cheek. He pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss.

  “Robin,” he said, watching her carefully. “Can we—do you mind if we take off our jeans?”

  She smiled and quickly shimmied out of hers while lying on her back and then kicked them to the floor. Jason stared at her shapely brown legs and at the place where they joined, absorbing the sight of the faint impression of her vaginal lips against the thin black material.

  He hadn’t intended to touch her there first; so boldly without working up to it. But his fingers had to know that faint crease and so he stroked her through her panties and felt her legs instantly come together trapping his hand between her thighs. When he looked at her, he saw that she was watching him playfully.

  “Can I have my hand back?” He asked.

  “No. Keep it there.” And he did just that. He leaned forward and kissed her again, his hand lightly stroking her mound as he did so until she began shaking uncontrollably. This time it was she that pulled back. She didn’t think it could feel like this, like hundreds of teasing feathers; just stroking her outer lips. Certainly when she’d done this with her own hands it had not felt so pleasurable.

  “I thought you said WE take off OUR pants…not just ME take off MINE.” She reached down to quickly undo his pants and he fell onto his back and pushed them down. Robin sat up and carefully pulled them completely off. She stroked the flesh of his leg between the braces.

  “Take them off or leave them on?”

  “Off.” He responded. She removed the braces and then rubbed the impression that they left in his freckled skin.

  “Mmmm.” He sighed. “That feels good.” She noted that his boxers were beginning to form a tent. She wanted to run her hands up his thighs but wanted to also be careful of over stimulating him. She wondered if she touched his penis, if it would make him…go over.

  “You can,” he said.

  She looked at him sharply. Had he read her mind? “I can what?”

  “Touch it; my penis.”

  “How…?”

  “You’re staring at my shorts.” He chuckled. He hiked them down and his penis sprung out.

  Jesus. It was huge…or maybe not. Maybe this is what a penis should look like; maybe everyone’s was long and fat but she only had her own vagina as a gage and she didn’t think it would go easily into her…though women had babies so maybe…

  She was a little afraid to touch it now; watching it standing up at attention. Her face felt too warm and the sensation of pleasure that she’d just experienced was disappearing in her fear of this unfamiliar body part. Jason sat up easily and cupped her face. He brought his mouth towards hers and she leaned forward, meeting his lips as he kissed her aggressively.

  “I can stop. Do you want me to stop?” He asked breathlessly between kisses.

  She just shook her head and his hand slid down into her sweater where he cupped her breast through her bra. Robin quickly removed her sweater and he felt stupid with his underwear half down so he quickly swept them off. Now he was completely naked and trying to figure out how this had happened. He wondered if he was moving too fast, but Robin was watching him in admiration.

  He looked very sexy sitting there with his wild red hair and tattooed biceps and huge upper body--even while his big stiff penis pointed upward. Robin came up on her knees and then reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Her breasts fell from the cups heavily and she tossed the bra across the room to the floor. How could she ever be shy with this man when he looked at her with such awe? His need for her so evident in his eyes.

  She lay down next to him again and waited.

  “God…Robin….” He murmured. He reached out and allowed his fingers to glide across her breast and over her puckered nipple; which instantly swelled even more at his touch. Robin closed her eyes and tried not to squirm, but his fingers left electrical jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. She felt him gently grip her nipp
le and her breath froze in her chest before she released it slowly. His hair tickled her chest an instant before she felt his mouth covering her other nipple; his finger still gently tugging the first one.

  He pulled her softly into his mouth and then she felt his tongue lightly exploring the swollen, sensitized flesh. Robin groaned and shuddered, bringing up her hands to clutch at his wild hair and hold him there suckling her breast. Hearing her enthusiasm he lapped and suckled urgently, yet gently, moving from one darkened nipple to the other.

  She tasted good. Her breasts fit his mouth so perfectly; soft and full, not too big, not too small. He could feast there all day, just as he could kiss her succulent lips and hold her in his arms for hours, Jason felt that he would never get enough of exploring her breasts with his mouth and tongue and teeth. Every flick of his tongue brought a responsive reaction from her; a moan, a shudder, an exhalation of breath. Jason forgot that there was more, so much more—until he felt soft fingers wrapping around the length of his cock.

  His body jerked and he forced himself to concentrate on Robin instead of on himself. Her warm hand slid slowly up his shaft and his breath was coming in short gulps. He released her breast and moved up to kiss her full succulent lips.

  He felt harder then she had expected; like a steel rod covered in warm flesh. And the tip was wet and slick. He pulsed in her grip especially when she gently ran her fist up and then down. They kissed passionately; Jason’s lips nipping at her repeatedly, aggressively as she stroked him. She suddenly felt his hands slipping into her panties and she spread her thighs to allow him to explore her.

  She was very wet and slick and his fingers slipped over her clitoris which caused her to cry out and then jerk violently; a passion filled seizure. He watched her and did it again, softer this time, but repeatedly, as if he was strumming guitar strings.

  She brought her knees up quickly and arched her back as she grunted, head thrown back and eyes tightly screwed shut. She bit her lips and then parted them, tongue peeking out enough to moisten them as she shuddered and cried out repeatedly with each stroke of his fingers. He watched her face, mesmerized at the show of pleasure that played across her varying expressions.

  With a loud cry he rolled onto her body and her eyes opened, hooded and cloudy and not quite alert. He knew that he was heavy on her body as he reached down to spread her thighs so that he could nuzzle between them. She rubbed her pelvis against him frantically and hot and cold shivers ran up and down his body.

  He was trembling and straining against her body; no condom, it was in his wallet which was in his pants pocket--and that was crumpled somewhere on the floor at the foot of the bed. But he would pull out. He had to be in her. But he promised himself that he would pull out. They gyrated against each other for a few moments until he felt that he would explode so he supported himself on one elbow while he reached between them and gripped himself with his other hand. His fingers were still slick with the juices of her pussy and he rubbed the head of his cock between the wet lips.

  She cried out again when the tip grazed her clitoris. He pushed in a bit to test her boundary and felt a solid resistant. He looked at her, wanting to do it, but needing her to give her approval. Her pelvis thrust upward violently and that was the only invitation he needed. Jason pushed roughly into her, opening her up.

  It had felt so good, his hands touching between her legs, his mouth on her nipples, his kisses. It was driving her crazy. There was an explosion building inside of her body; and not like the climax that came from her own fingers; but something much bigger! It was like something that would consume her entire body if she didn’t find the release. He rolled onto her and she was never more ready. There was no fear. There was just need.

  And then he thrust into her and everything changed. Robin felt the flesh in the most delicate part of her body give way and tear. Distantly she remembered that this was supposed to be painful, and though she had realized that there would probably be discomfort, it seemed that it would be the type of discomfort that would still have pleasure mingled into it. Yet that wasn’t the case. Jason’s penis tore through her and she actually almost screamed. She swallowed it back, her eyes instantly watering and like a splash of cold water she was intensely aware of his hips moving haltingly in and out of her and the excruciating pain it brought.

  She didn’t want to do it anymore. She wanted to stop but he was still going, like it was something good instead of something horribly wrong! THIS WAS HORRIBLY WRONG!

  Jason looked at her, his eyes pleasure glazed. “Okay?”

  Hell no! She wanted to scream; HELL NO! Instead she nodded and let out a little squeak of pain.

  “Do you want me to stop?” He said, slowing down.

  Yes! YES! She wanted to scream this but she said in a rush of air that was now her voice, “Don’t stop!”

  He buried his head into her neck and she heard him whimper as his hips moved faster in and out of her. God….She wanted to beg him to hurry. It hurt so bad. First he rips her! Then he rubs his big dick against her ripped flesh like this was supposed to feel good! He was moaning and it was getting louder and his body was beginning to shudder. His hips moved faster and faster; which also translated to harder and harder! Harder = more pain.

  And then, god forbid, the tears finally slipped down her face. Oh my god, I am the girl that cried when she lost her virginity!!! Don’t let him see you cry; he’s going to feel so bad. She closed her eyes and sighed and kissed the side of his face until he let out a loud guttural cry and he rolled off of her.

  She would have loved to see him cumming, under normal circumstances, but it was the last thing she wanted to see right now; his ‘thing’ all covered with her blood and shooting off in pleasure. So she kept her eyes closed and tried not to grip her injured flesh. She did quickly swipe away the tear streaks from her temples and hairline as she listened to Jason panting beside her.

  She felt him sit up in bed and move to the edge. She peeked at him then because he was quickly putting on his braces. “Stay there. I’ll be back.” He said. He got up with the aid of his crutches and moved naked out of the room. Robin sighed in pain and tried not to whimper. She sat up slowly, it hurt still even though his big ‘thing’ was gone. And then when she looked down she saw blood on the sheets and covering her inner thighs.

  Was it supposed to be this much blood? This seemed excessive. She wanted nothing more than to go home and to soak in a soothing bath and forget about her loss of virginity. Jason came back with towels, one was wet.

  He sat on the edge of the bed and she reached for the towel but he wouldn’t give it to her. “Lay back. I got you, baby.” The grimace was still on her face. What was he doing? She wanted to do this herself. She didn’t want him to have to touch her blood. But she did as he asked, lying back gingerly. Then she felt a cool wet towel on her pelvis as he gently dabbed the short curls at her pubis.

  Gently Jason cleaned her. He even brought her knee up so that he could get at the crease where her thighs met her body. She watched his expression, he was in deep concentration as he did this, but there didn’t seem to be any disgust there. Soon there was no more trace of blood on her body and then he concentrated on cleaning his dick. The towel was so blood stained that she feared it would need to be tossed away. Jason took the dry towel and placed it under her bottom.

  Why was he doing that? She was going home to get a bath and maybe take a pain pill. When the task was done, the dirty towel on the floor, Jason leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on each inner thigh. She felt her clitoris twitch. How could she be doing that when she had been in the most horrible pain just a few minutes before??

  Jason continued to place soft kisses on her thighs, moving slowly upward until he reached her mound. He nuzzled her like her pussy was a living creature not attached to the rest of her body. She felt herself begin to ache; ache because she began to swell very slowly with pleasure.

  Jason’s fingers stroked at her crease, just the outside, gently, almost t
ickling her. She sighed and felt her legs relax, not realizing how tense she had allowed herself to become. She watched him, but his concentration was on her pussy and making sure that his fingers moved carefully and gently along her outer lips.