LOVED (4 page)

I love it when he asks me this.

“You do,” I responded.

“That’s right baby girl, I do,” he whispered into my ear.

As the song ended, Erik placed his hands on each side of my face and kissed me on the lips.

“I love you, Kelli,” he said.

“I love you back,” I said.

“We’ll be back after a short break, thank you,”
the singer said.

I don’t know how many people had shown up at our party, but the house was full, the shop was full, and the yard was full. There were motorcycles everywhere, and cars and trucks that lined each side of the street. Erik said a few hundred would show up. It seemed like many more than that. All of these people coming to see us made me happy and nervous. Erik seemed like he didn’t really care.

“Hi Jake,” I said as Jake walked up to beside where we were standing.

“Sis,” Jake
nodded his head and smiled.

Jake was so cute. I wish he had a girlfriend. He was shorter than everyone else Erik rode with. He said he was five foot ten, but Erik said he was a stretch at five foot nine. He was stocky and had short kind of curly hair.

“Doc, there’s a Lisa Williams and a Michelle Robinson here to see you. Said they know you from school,” Jake said.

“Oh shit.
Really? Hell, I was sure they wouldn’t make it. Come on, Kelli. You need to meet these girls,” Erik said as he grabbed my hand.

We walked out of the shop and along the sidewalk toward the house. There were picnic tables set up in the yard, and people were sitting at them talking and drinking. Our porch was lined with people. This was crazy.
Crazy in a good way. As we followed Jake toward the house, two women recognized Erik and smiled. One was wearing an OSU shirt, the other was blonde and wearing a dress.

“Wow, nice place, Erik,”
the girl wearing an OSU shirt said.

“Lisa, I’m surprised they let you
cross the border in that shirt. Oklahoma? Really?” Erik asked as he opened his arms.

She smiled and hugged him.

“There are times I miss you, Erik,” she said.

Erik smiled, “I feel the same way Lisa.”

“Lisa, this is my other half, Kelli Parks,” Erik said as he placed his hand on my right shoulder.

I reached out and shook her hand.

“Pleased to meet you,” I said.

“And Kelli, this is Michelle Robinson. Son of a bitch, Michelle, do you ever age? Damn you look great,”
he said as he hugged the blonde woman.

When they finished hugging, I shook the
blonde woman’s hand.

“I went to school with these two, Kelli. They used to crawl into my bedroom window and get advice,” Erik said as he motioned toward them.

Michelle was staring at Jake.

Staring.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Ladies, this is Jake,” Erik said as he pointed toward Jake.

Lisa
shirt shook Jake’s hand. As Jake turned to shake the hand of the blonde girl, she stared into his eyes.

“We
’ve never formally met, I’m Michelle,” she said.

She looked down at Jake’
s feet, slowly up toward his face, and smiled.

“Seeing a beautiful woman is like hearing a beautiful song. Once one is captured, escape is impossible until it ends,”
Jake said as he shook Michelle’s hand.

She squeaked.

“Ma’am,” Jake said to the lady in the OSU shirt as he nodded his head her direction.

Erik looked
at Lisa and then at me, and smiled. He turned to Jake and Michelle, who began walking toward the garage. Jake was facing the blonde girl and talking as they walked.

The music began
to play again.

“So Lisa, I’m going to guess Michelle is single?” Erik laughed.

“For now,” she laughed.

“Join us for some music? We have a band in the garage,” he said.

“I will in a minute, I saw Teddy up by the porch, I’m going to go talk to him, I’ll catch up in a few,” she said.

“Fair enough,” Erik said.

“Wow, I guess Jake liked the way Michelle looked,” Erik laughed as he turned toward me and smiled.

“Jake’s cute,” I said.

“I suppose,” Erik laughed.

He put his left arm over my shoulder and we turned to walk into the garage.

As we stepped into the garage, the band was finishing a song. The singer looked up, tilted his hat back and smiled. Normally, you couldn’t see his eyes. He wore a cap on his head all the time, and had it pulled down over his eyes. Normally, he didn’t speak very much. He grabbed the microphone and spoke.

“
R. L.
Burnside tune right here. Someday Baby. Doc. Kelli. Thanks for having us
,” he said into the microphone.

As the music began to play, I felt a tingle.
I turned and looked at Erik. Erik smiled.

“You fucked me senseless to this song,” I said, remembering
the day he made me cum while this song played.

I felt myself getting wet.

“Did you ask them to play it?” I asked.

Erik smiled.

The song is a fast paced blues song that’s kind of sexy. Erik grabbed my shoulders in his hands and began to grind on my hips with his crotch.

Erik Ead
was dirty dancing.

I felt myself beginning to melt.

People started whistling and screaming, pointing in our direction.

“
Get it, Doc
,” I heard someone scream.

Erik continued to grind his hips against my thighs and hips - bending his knees and lowering
himself closer to the floor, and then slowly coming back up. I was hypnotized by watching him wiggle. I placed my hands on his waist and began to grind with him.

I felt after the incident with A-Train that Erik had begun to fully trust me. When he took me to the cemetery, I knew that he did. The Erik Ead that I had been seeing for the last few weeks was the Erik Ead that I hoped would last forever. I bent my knees, lowered myself to the floor, and bit the crotch of his jeans.

“Get him, Sis,” Bunny screamed.

As the song ended, we stood up straight and hugged. Several people clapped. I was uncomfortably wet. Erik moved my hair behind my ear and moved his mouth close to my face.

“You sexy little bitch. You make me want to fuck you. Always,” he whispered.

“You started it,” I smiled.

He leaned back, smiled, and spoke, “You’re gorgeous.”

“
Fuck me,” I whispered.

“Be careful what you wish for,” he responded.

“Just like A-Train says,
if you’re scared go to church
,” I said, smiling.

“You’re a…” he began to say.

“Mouthy little fucker,” I finished.

He reached down, grabbed my hand, and began walking toward the door.

“Come on, you mouthy little shit,” he said as he walked out the door, and turned to the right.

“Where are we going?” I asked, giggling.

“It’s not where we’re going, baby girl. It’s what I’m going to do to you,” he said as he walked briskly to the rear of the garage.

“What are you going to do to me?” I giggled.

“Teach you a fucking lesson,” he said.

I love being in trouble with this man.

We turned and stepped behind the garage. The rear of the garage was exposed to the land behind the house. It was still somewhat visible from the side of the house, but not easily seen. Erik turned, my hand in his, and faced me. He let go of my hand and placed his hand on my neck. He pressed me against the wall. By my neck and held me there.

“Maybe you need to go to church. You scared?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“Get down on your knees, baby girl,” he demanded.

I reached up and grabbed ahold of his wrist lightly. As I lowered myself to my knees, I held his hand to my throat. I reached for his zipper and unzipped his pants. As I reached inside his pants with my thumb and finger, I let go of his wrist and unbuckled his belt. I unbuttoned his pants and watched his stiff cock spring out as his pants fell open.

I grasped his cock with my right hand and began stroking it. He squeezed my neck harder and pressed my back against the wall of the garage.

“Put your hands at your sides, Kelli. Don’t move them. Do not move your fucking hands for any reason. Do you understand me?” he asked.

I tried to talk, but was too excited to make myself speak. When he treated me like this, it made me a degree of excited that was unimaginable.

I nodded.

“Do you fucking understand me?” he asked sternly.

“Uh huh,” was all I could mutter.

“Baby girl, I am
not going to ask you again,” he said as he squeezed my neck a little harder.

He pressed me harder to the wall and pushed his cock into my face, leaning into me with his hips.

I opened my mouth.

He thrust his cock forcefully into my mouth. He pushed harder, forcing it into my throat. I felt the soft head at the back of my throat. I was not ready for this. My eyes began to water. I raised my hand to wipe my face.

“Keep your fucking hands, down, Kelli,” he barked.

It was becoming difficult to breathe.

He thrust himself in and out of my mouth, pressing a little harder with each stroke. He loosened his grip on my neck, pressing me with his palm into the wall of the garage.

“Do you understand me?” he asked, his cock well into my throat.

My eyes watering, I needed a breath.

He looked down and smirked as he fucked my mouth.

“Well, do you?”

He pulled his cock from my mouth.

I gasped.

“Yes, yes sir,” I gasped as I took a breath.

He immediately shoved his cock back into my mouth.

“Who in the absolute fuck owns you, Kelli?” he asked as he slid his entire nine inches in and out of my throat.

He pulled his hips back. His saliva covered cock fell from my mouth.

“You.
You do sir,” I gasped, my face covered in my own saliva.

“Don’t forget it,” he said as he grabbed his cock in his hand.

“Open, Kelli. Open your fucking mouth,” he demanded.

I opened my mouth.

He guided his cock into my mouth and began to work his hips back and forth.

“You, Kelli,” he took a breath and looked down.

He stroked his cock in and out of my mouth twice, pressing hard as he went into my throat, forcing all of himself into my mouth.

“You’re a mouthy,” he shook his head.

He pressed my head hard against the wall of the garage, his balls against my lips. His hips pressed against my face. I could not breathe at all. My eyes watered and my throat convulsed. He held himself deep in my throat, pressing hard.

The music shook the garage wall. I felt the vibrations against the back of my head. I tried to concentrate on the music and forget the breathing.

“Kelli, you’re a mouthy little,” he paused.

Slowly, he pulled himself from my mouth.

As his cock passed my lips, I coughed and gasped.

“Fucker,” I gasped, “I’m a mouthy little fucker.”

Saliva dripped from my mouth and chin onto my dress.

“Yes, you are. Now stand up and turn around. Put
your hands on the wall,” he pointed to the wall as he shook his head from side to side.

I tried to stand as my legs shook. My bruised butt and thighs hurt. I stood and turned around, facing the wall.
I could feel my wetness between my legs as I rotated. I raised my hands up even with my shoulders and pressed my palms against the wall.

“How am I going to fuck you with your panties on, Kelli? I wonder about you sometimes,” he said in an irritated tone as he reached into my dress.

“Take your fucking panties off, dork. Why in the fuck are you wearing panties?” he asked.

I reached down and pushed my panties down my thighs and worked them to my calves.
My pussy was soaked. I raised my feet one at a time and removed my panties. I dropped them on the ground beside me.

What was I thinking?

“I asked you a question, baby girl,” he snapped.

“I don’t know,” I responded as I raised my hands to the wall.

“Excuse me?” he interrupted as he kicked my feet apart.

“Sir, I don’t know sir,” I corrected myself.

God he turns me on so much. I love this. I just love it.

My legs were shaking and my arms quivered.
He lifted my dress above my waist and held it there. I felt his cock pressing against my pussy. As he slid inside of me, I gasped.