All characters, etc from Sons of Anarchy belong to Kurt Sutter.
Rated M for a reason! You have been warned.
SEVEN SWANS A SWIMMING
"I'm really sorry about the chicken." Tig tried to look apologetic, but failed miserably because he couldn't hide his grin.
"No you're not." Elmo was laughing. He knew she wasn't going to hold it against him.
He hadn't come up with any ideas tonight. It had seemed to be a bit of a pointless activity until he'd found out whether or not she was going to let him back in the house, so his next statement was very spur of the moment. The brain to mouth filter was disengaged. "You ever heard of donkey punching?"
Elmo actually gaped at him before she could talk. "Get to fuck. No chance. There's experimenting and then there's completely fucking psychotic. You are not punching me in the back of the head during anal."
"Hey, you don't ask, you don't get." Tig shrugged.
"You ever get that?"
"No." Tig looked despondent. "No one ever seems up for trying it."
"I can't imagine why not." Elmo responded dryly. She took a swallow of beer. "How about you take me for a ride?"
"You ridden before?"
Elmo shook her head. "No."
"OK. Come on." Tig headed for the door.
"Just need to grab a jacket." Elmo disappeared so Tig went outside to wait for her by his Harley. He watched as she locked the front door, pulling on a leather jacket as she walked over to him.
"Here." Tig put his helmet on her head and fastened it. "Hold on, don't fall off and let me worry about the road. OK?"
"Yep."
Tig swung his leg of the bike and held out a hand to help steady Elmo as she climbed on behind him, finding the pegs with her booted feet. Once she was sat down he grabbed her knees and pulled her forward so she was tight against his back. When she put her hands on his waist he took hold of them and wrapped them securely around his stomach.
"Time to get cosy doll." She snuggled against his back as he revved the engine.
Tig picked a route that led directly out of town. He wanted a straight road where he could get some speed up with as little traffic as possible. The night wrapped around them as they flew through it. Tig enjoyed the cool night air rushing past him, contrasting with the warmth of Elmo at his back.
About an hour out he saw a sign for a rest area. He pulled off the main highway and followed the dark road slowly up to a tarmac parking area with a clear grassy space to one side. There were a few picnic tables and benches scattered around and the whole scene was enclosed by trees, completely secluded from the road and very dark. There was no independent lighting, so when Tig cut the engine he left the bike's lights on.
Tig helped Elmo get off the bike before standing himself. He stretched and pulled his smokes out of his pocket, lighting one and taking a long drag before leaning back against the bike.
"Wow." Elmo said taking the helmet off and shaking out her hair. "I have never felt anything like that."
Tig had enjoyed sharing the ride with Elmo. It was obvious to him that she'd never been on a bike before, but she had done well considering.
"Any particular reason why you chose this place?" Elmo asked looking around.
"No, just somewhere to stretch our legs." Elmo turned back to face Tig. In the ambient light of the headlight he caught the wicked glint in her eye.
"It's pretty quiet." Elmo bit her lip. Tig felt himself harden. She'd had an idea.
Elmo looked around again. "Those tables don't look too comfy..."
"No. This'll be softer." Tig patted the seat of the Harley. He swung his leg back over the seat, but facing the exhaust so he could lean back against the handle bars. Elmo caught his meaning. Putting a hand on his shoulder for balance, she swung her own leg back over the seat so that she was facing him.
Hooking her heels onto the pegs for a little extra balance and leverage, she leaned in to kiss him, her hands flat against his chest. Their position didn't allow for a great deal of body contact, so the heat of the kiss was centred solely on their lips. The kiss moved very quickly from soft and almost chaste to hard and fierce. A gentle press of lips on lips devolving into a primal tangling of tongues, licking and nipping.
Elmo leaned back and reached for Tig's belt as he reclined against the handle bars, arms behind his head.
"Keep your feet on the pegs doll. It's really gonna ruin the mood if you catch your leg on the exhaust." Tig advised.
Elmo caught his eye before squeezing the machine a little tighter with her knees, adjusting her feet a little more firmly on the pegs. Yeah, a second degree burn would be a real passion killer.
She freed him from the denim, catching her lower lip between her teeth at the sight of him semi-hard, accepting the not-very-challenging challenge. She lightly, but firmly ran the pads of her finger tips and thumb up and down his length. He could tell by the way she was studying him, by the way that her eyes glinted in the half light, that she was enjoying the feel of the silken skin and his reaction to her touch.
It was a cool night, the fresh breeze whispered over his exposed skin, but it didn't take more than a couple of heartbeats for Tig to become fully solid, his cock standing proud from his body, pulsing with the blood that pumped through it.
Elmo leant down, rubbing her cheek against his shaft, breathing deeply, taking in the true scent of him, that musky tang that was purely... him.
Elmo stilled her finger tips against the base of his cock, holding him steady, before running her tongue around the rim of the head, playing with the slit and the sensitive underside of the glans. She shifted her grip so that her fingers were wrapped firmly around the base before taking the head of his shaft into the heat of her mouth. She sucked for a long moment, then swirled her tongue over the tender skin.
Tig briefly wondered how he was going to manoeuvre Elmo to return the favour, but the thought fled when she took his full length into her mouth.
He could feel her using the muscles in her throat, swallowing to massage him as she took him all the way in, sheathing her teeth with her lips. The hand grasping him firmly at the base of his cock squeezed a heartbeat tempo whilst following the wake of her mouth. Each time she pulled back, sucking hard, she twisted her wrist slightly, adding a new sensation.
She nestled the finger tips of her other hand inside his jeans where they were gently but insistently fondling his balls, tickling over the responsive skin; her nails grazed the smooth skin behind causing his hips to buck. He was unable to remain still as he was assaulted by the sensations she was causing. The warmth of her mouth burned him; white hot flames ate up into the core of him, into his chest, flooding him with heat. The caress of her fingers sent tiny electric shivers tingling along his nerves.
Tig couldn't stand it any more, he was so close, but when he reached to tangle his fingers in Elmo's hair, she raised her head.
"Any reason in particular you're stopping babe?" Tig rasped.
Elmo caught his gaze as she reached into her jacket pocket. She handed Tig the remote control for the vibrator he'd bought her. Tig looked down at it, then back up at Elmo.
"Sweetheart, I think I'm in love."
In response Elmo dipped her head to him again. When he turned the dial she moaned and he felt the vibrations down the full length of his shaft.
He wanted to tease her as he had during the night at the restaurant, he wanted to make her beg, but she was working him to the point that he couldn't think, working him to the point that someone could hold a gun to his head and he wouldn't care. He could see her moving, rubbing herself against the seat of his bike. He turned the dial up, trying to focus on tormenting her, but she was taking him all the way in again, breaking his concentration. He turned the dial up and down, faster than he'd intended, but in tempo with her own rhythm.
Tig was close, the pressure building, threatening, waiting to overwhelm. He viciously turned the dial all the way up. Elmo shouted out, her mouth was full of him so the sound was muffled, the vibrations from her yell adding to the sensations elicited by her hands and mouth. Her hips bucked fiercely against the seat of his bike as they both came together. As Elmo moaned around his pulsing cock she swallowed everything he had to give.
They lay quietly, recovering consciousness, breathing heavily, relearning the feel of their limbs. Elmo sat up, delicately wiping the corner of her lips with one finger tip.
"Oh yeah, I'm in definitely in love." Tig groaned quietly to the stars. Elmo didn't even raise an eyebrow as she tenderly tucked him back into his jeans, shielding him from the chilly night air.
