51 - Fairytales Aren't for Everybody

About forty-five minutes into their trip – a trip with a destination that Lilah wouldn’t reveal – she tapped Tony on the thigh and pointed to the right, indicating that she wanted him to pull over.   Obliging her request, he eased the bike to the side of the road. 

This trip was unlike their Ireland adventure.  Instead of meandering country roads, they were taking the major roadways.  Apparently this was the more efficient way to reach their mysterious destination.  At the moment, though, they were on a stretch of road that had a meadow on either side.    It was one of the more rural spots that they’d traveled through.

“What’s up?” he asked twisting around after taking off his helmet and carefully bringing it to rest on his thigh.  No way was he screwing up the paint job of the white beauty they were riding.  

While the sleek Harley Softail Heritage was nothing short of mechanical majesty, he personally would have preferred the black one.  He had a thing for black, and would’ve chosen it if Lilah hadn’t kept giving this one yearning glances.  Tony had ended up being the nice guy and picked the one she wanted, even though she hadn’t asked.

Shucking her helmet left little crazy strands of hair sticking out in disarray all over her head, and he once again thought she looked good. 

He hadn’t been bullshitting her earlier.  High maintenance women weren’t his thing.  A woman who could look and be comfortable with no more than a ponytail and a pair of sparkly shades was more his speed, and he liked that she could be casual without trying to be casual. 

“The sign back there… did you see it?  Marksburg?”

“Yeah.”

“Follow the rest of the signs that say Marksburg.”  She moved to reseat her helmet, but he stopped her.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Don’t you think it’s time to tell me where the hell we’re going?”

Lilah’s grin was full of mischief, letting him know he was in trouble even before she practically sing-songed, “A fairytale castle.”

“A what?”

She hadn’t really just said a fairytale castle, had she?  Visions of Cinderella’s castle at Disneyland filled his mind, and the last time he’d taken Jon’s kids there.  Romeo had thrown up in the moat after discovering how lethal the combination of junk food and high speed amusement park rides could be.

Needless to say, Tony didn’t have a soft spot for castles.

She shrugged helplessly, as though she really had no choice in the matter.  “You said you didn’t know if there were enchanted forests in Germany, so I found us a fairytale castle instead.  Every knight in shinin’ armor has to ride his noble steed over to check out the local fairytale castle , right?”

“Knight in shining armor…?”  Oh, HELL no.  Tony dismounted the bike and turned to incredulously confront her, helmet tucked under his arm.  “Is that why you wanted the white Harley?  For a fucking fairytale?”

Her eyes were occluded by sunglasses, but he saw her forehead wrinkle.  “I thought it would be kinda neat, just because it fit in with the theme, but you’re the one who picked the motorcycle.”

“Because you wanted it.”  Uncomfortable with where this whole thought process was going, he calmly dug in his front pocket in search of cigarettes, and shook one out so that he could capture it in his mouth.  Dropping them into his helmet, he dug out the accompanying lighter and lit the smoke with a muffled sigh.

Shoving her sunglasses onto the top of her head, Lilah squinted at him in the early afternoon sunlight, her face a study in confusion.  “Tony, what’s the matter?” 

I’m not some Sir Fuck-Me-Right  that can make your life sunshine and roses with the wave of my dick.  It bugs me that you might think I am.  It bugs me even more that you’re going to be seriously disappointed for thinking it. 

“Baby, I don’t know what the hell you have in your head about me, but I’m just a guy from Jersey.  That’s it.  I’m not a hero, I didn’t save your life, and I certainly don’t belong in any fucking fairytale you’re building in your head.”  He puffed on his cigarette, waiting to see what she had to say about that.

“Could you please come and help me get off this thing so I’m not stranded like a turtle on its back?”

In spite of himself, he smirked at the unexpectedness of her metaphor.  When her feet were on the ground, she balanced her helmet on the bike’s seat and turned to him, walking until her tennis shoes were almost touching the toes of his boots.  Lilah stuffed her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and squinted up at him. 

“I know exactly who you are, Anthony Bongiovi.  You did save my life, whether you meant to or not.  That makes you a hero in my eyes, but even so… you started with the enchanted forest, and I just carried it out because I thought I was bein’ cute.  That’s all.  Doesn’t matter to me if we go to a castle or a brewery.”

Sincerity rang true in her eyes, her body language and her voice.  Her chin dipped and she avidly studied the ground, scuffing at it with her toe before lifting her face again. 

““I’m just a girl from Kentucky.”  She was staring vacantly at a spot behind his right shoulder, speaking into space rather than to him directly.  As though she’d removed herself from the situation, her eyes had gone vacant and unseeing and her voice was quietly monotone.  “And you’re a guy from Jersey who has already given me more of a fairytale than I deserve.   I don’t have any expectations beyond that.”

The cigarette butt hit the ground, and Tony crushed the fire out of it, feeling a little like that’s what he’d done to Lilah.   His own insecurities had spilled over into the idyllic day she’d arranged for them, causing him to overreact. 

Once upon a time – ironically enough – he’d thought he found the fairytale and married his princess.  Then she started fucking the court jester, whom she found far more entertaining.  It was proof positive to Tony that he wasn’t prince – or knight – material, and that happily ever after was a crock. 

At least for him.  His brothers and parents seemed to be living proof to the contrary, leaving Tony as the only relationship challenged one in the family.

You suck at happily ever after, but here and now…  You can do that.

“Lilah…”  He gently scooted his fingers in between hers until they were fully interlocked and tugged her toward him.  “You deserve a fairytale, but I can’t give it to you.  I can give you the rest of the month, but anything beyond that…”

“I haven’t asked for anything beyond that, so there’s no point in worryin’ about it.” 

With that, she popped up on her toes and touched her lips softly to his in a kiss that almost wasn’t a kiss.  There was no passion lurking in its depths.  It was a simple gesture that carried with it acceptance and reassurance.  She was willing to accept him – as he was – and whatever he chose to give her as long as she could be with him.

It made him feel like a leech.  She deserved more.

Here and now, Bongiovi.  If here and now is it, then give her all of here and now. 

His helmet hit ground with a light ‘thud’ and rolled as he slid an open palm over her nape to keep her close.  The almost-wasn’t kiss grew into something more as he pushed his way into her mouth, greedily taking her sweetness for his own. 

She instantly whimpered, wrapping her arms around his torso and clinging like ivy.  The way she so eagerly stuck to him and opened without any hesitation made him feel… overpoweringly wanted.  Tony hooked his other arm around her back and crushed her to his chest while his mouth was busy bruising the tender softness of her lips. 

In his own mind he knew he wasn’t a hero, but damn if she didn’t make him feel like one.

“You ever done it in the woods?” he breathed against her mouth, and then nipped the swollen fullness of her lower lip.  Immediately after, he laved it with his tongue to soothe the sting. 

He didn’t give a shit where they were.  He wanted her.  More than that, he wanted to make her come.  

If he couldn’t do anything else for her, by God, he could do that.

She eased her mouth away from his to quickly scan their surroundings.  When she spotted the small cluster of trees a fair distance from the road, her eyes went molten.  “Are you serious?”

Tony put both hands on her hips and pulled her tight against him.  There was no way she could miss the blatant erection that jerked at first contact with the softness of her tummy.  “That answer your question?”

“Mmm...”  Lilah hugged him tighter.  “Yeah.”

“Now answer mine,” he rumbled against her neck, moving up to nuzzle her ear.

“No.  I haven’t.”

“Are you feeling adventurous today?”

“Ohh,” she sighed, tipping her head to give him better access.  “I’ll go anywhere you wanna take me.”

Talk about a rush…

It took only a matter of minutes before they were sequestered behind a cluster of trees, the motorcycle tucked into the grove of trees with them.  The first thing Tony did was push the leather jacket from her shoulders.

“Damn, Bluegrass.  Have I told you how much I like that shirt?”

He immediately dipped his head to make good on his promise from earlier and dragged his lips over the supple white flesh, with no care at all for the beard burn he was going to leave behind.    In fact, he was a little rougher than he would normally be, spurred on by her soft moan and twitchy fingers buried in the back of his hair.

Pushing his hands up under the sexy black tank, he lazily licked along the sweet valley that was strategically exposed between mounds that were now a rosy shade of pink.  When his fingertips bumped into something that didn’t feel like her usual satin or lace, Tony withdrew with a curious frown and lifted the hem of her shirt.

“Sonofabitch…”

She snickered softly at his virtually hissed epithet, devouring him with dewy eyes.  “Does that mean you like it?”

“That’s exactly what the fuck it means.”  He snatched the tank over her head and dropped it on top of the jacket that lay at their feet.  “Leather bra and jeans?  It don’t get no hotter than that.”

The button on her pants came undone easily, and the zipper slid down without a fight so that he could work his hand inside the denim and the cotton panties that they covered.  He pushed his middle finger through the folds that were already wet, and her startled gasp only provoked him to go a step further.  Without pausing, he let that same finger finish its trip on the slicky slide and dive right into the tunnel at its end.

“Jersey!” 

Her gasp was enough to set his short hairs on end.  “I want you, baby.  I want my cock right where my finger is.  Want you to milk me dry when you come.”

“Yes.  Oh God, yes.”

He slowly slid his middle finger in and out of her slick heat, easing her back a step with each stroke.  The feel of a woman’s silky soft wetness was unlike anything else in the world, and Tony thought he was getting just as aroused by the fingering as she was.  He could feel the damp spot on his boxers getting bigger.

Stopping about two steps from the bike, he took his time, tickling her clit before pulling his hand completely free of her pants.  “Turn around and put your hands on the bike seat,” he ordered gruffly, shoving the denim down over her hips when she had done so. 

Black leather bra, jeans around the knees, pussy wide and wet.  On a Harley. 

Tony might have just found his own fairytale come true. 

He let his own pants and boxers fall around his knees, taking himself in hand and lining up with her entrance.  Dredging through the damp, swollen folds, he used her moisture to lubricate the hard flesh that ached to be inside her. 

“Brace yourself, baby,” was all the warning he gave her before pushing into the velvet vice of her core. 

“Ohhh.  God.”

“That feel good?  Hm?” An experimental thrust of his hips assured him she was going to stay on her feet without shoving the Harley over.  Another thrust had her soft moan filling his ears and drawing up his balls at the same time.

“Mmmmm…”

Slipping his hand around her hip, he sought out the tight little bead that lived in the midst of her dark curls.  Flicking it once, he took his turn to groan when her muscles tightened around him.

“Damn.  That’s it, baby.”

His own excitement and arousal mounting, Tony focused on her pleasure while he still could.  Teasing, flicking and pinching her throbbing clit, he coaxed her to the edge, eager to dive over with her. 

“Lilah…  Come for me, sweetheart.”

“Can’t…” she panted, and he could feel her legs quivering against his.  “Feels good, but I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.  Tell me.  What can I do?”

“Just…  ohhhh God…  talk to me.”

He switched it up a little, tapping his middle finger firmly against her clit in rhythm with his strokes.  The wetness that coated the both of them told Tony she had to be close.  She just needed a little push, he thought, as he bent forward to rasp in her ear.  “What?  You want me to tell you how good your pussy feels?  It does.  So fucking good on my cock.”

“Unnnnggghhhh!”

His hands came up to curl hard over her hips as she ground herself into him with a strangled cry.  “That’s a good girl…  Let it all go.   Push that sweet ass into me.  Let me make you feel good.  Ohhhh.. fuckkk…”

Her release had given him permission to take his own pleasure and the words falling from his mouth became random babble as she sucked him in.  Over and over she clutched him, bouncing against him until he dug into her flesh and growled out his own satisfaction, huffing against her bare back with exertion.

Spent and unable to risk moving his feet just yet, for fear he would fall and take her with him, Tony stayed where he was and peppered light kisses over her shoulder blade. 

“So…” he murmured against her skin.  “Wanna go see a castle?”

**My apologies, but there will be no post on Sunday, March 3 as  I'll be in Florida recovering from Friday and Saturday's concerts.  Back to the regular schedule Wednesday, March 6!!  In the meantime, look for pics and videos on Facebook and YouTube!  :D   ~♥blush