His Driver: An Instalove Road Trip Romance

by Violet Caldwell

  Cameron

  This girl needs to know that she’s playing with fire.

  “Is that a pun?”

  “Is what a pun?” I cannot keep up with her.

  “You said ‘a fucking favor’.” She smiles, but she’s trembling a little. Nervous, but trying to protect herself with humor. Well, it’s too late for that now. She should have protected herself from me, but now she’s offering exactly what I’ve been wanting, and I might be too much of an asshole to say no.

  Most men would jump at the chance for a no-strings-attached lay, especially with a woman as hot as Marisa. But that’s not me, and that’s not what attracts me to her. It’s something deeper, more intense, almost frightening. I’m not just picturing myself having sex with Marisa. The movie playing in my head has me taking her home with me, putting a ring on her finger and a baby inside her. It’s insane, and I don’t know where it’s coming from. I shake my head to clear it.

  All I can offer is my body, and as much as the voice in my head tells me to shut down this dangerous game, I want to play.

  “You want this?” I ask, crudely planting one of my hands on her breast, over her sheer top. She gasps, and I feel her nipple pebble under my touch. I look her in the eyes as I pinch her lightly between my fingers.

  “Yes,” she insists, her breaths coming faster now. “I do, Cam. Please.”

  “You want this?” I lean into her chest and open my mouth around her other breast as my fingers continue to work her nipple. Through the fabric, I use my tongue to flick and pull at her sensitive flesh.

  “Yes, yes, I want all of it.”

  I move my mouth to her lips and kiss her deeply. She lets my tongue explore her mouth, kissing me back. When I nip at her bottom lip, she yelps and pulls away, startled.

  “That’s just it, Marisa.” I release her body from mine. Release her from what she’s proposed. “I don’t know if I can be gentle with you.”

  “What do you mean?” She’s clutching at the sheet again, as if it provides her some physical or emotional distance from the brute that I am. That I will always be.

  Fine. She wants to know, so I will tell her. I lever up so I’m sitting with my back to the headboard. Through my shorts, I wrap my hand around my dick, squeezing it to relieve the ache. “Baby, I don’t want to hurt you. But I have a big cock and I want you so fucking bad. I’ll start off slow, and I’ll stop anytime you say the word, but once I’m inside that tight little pussy you mentioned, I’m going to want to pound the hell out of you. Do you understand, Marisa? You can ride my dick or I can fuck you into the bed, but either way, I won’t be able to hold back.”

  I watch her reaction, expecting to have shocked her, but she shocks me instead. “That’s exactly what I want, Cameron. You, fucking me, hard.”

  The voice in my head fucks all the way off.

  Marisa

  “Tell me your rules,” Cameron demands.

  “Rules? I don’t know if I have any rules.” I’m not sure what he’s getting at, but I hope it means that he’s agreed to my plan. “Do you mean, like, limits and stuff? With the sex?”

  He gives me one of his rare smiles, then brushes my hair out of my face. “Any of it. If we do this, I don’t want you to have any regrets. I want you to tell me what you want, and what you don’t want. And what you want to happen… after.”

  I nod, giving his communication the attention it deserves. It doesn’t take me more than a minute to gather my thoughts.

  “Can you, like…” I’m embarrassed to say it, but it’s what I want, and when will I have another opportunity like this, with a man like this? “Explain things? Tell me what you’re doing? Not in a scientific way, just… with words?”

  Cam leans in and kisses me, and I feel the curve of his smile against my lips. “Dirty talk? Is that what you want, Marisa? You want me to talk dirty to you?”

  My face heats. That’s exactly what I want. “Yes. A little. Or a lot. If you don’t mind.”

  “I don’t mind.” His hand trails down the side of my face and I reflexively draw back. Why can’t I stop caring about my stupid scars? Cameron obviously doesn’t mind. Then again, he hasn’t seen me naked. Yet.

  I scoot to the edge of the bed, eyeing the bathroom door that I’ve left ajar. “Maybe I should turn off that light.”

  “No,” Cameron says sharply. “I’m not doing this unless I can look at you.”

  “You won’t respect what I want?”

  “I won’t let you hide from me,” he says. “I want to see that pretty pussy before I lick between your legs. I want to look into your eyes and see your expression as I slide into you for the first time.”

  For the first time. Are there going to be additional times? I squeeze my legs together. I vaguely remember we were supposed to agree on what happens afterward, but I’m distracted by the sight of Cam stripping off his shirt. Something about the way his body moves, the confidence with which he carries himself, makes me glad that this is the man who will help me get it out of the way. I’m worried, though, that maybe he’s not a get-it-out-of-the-way kind of guy.

  If he gets to look at me, then I get to look at him. It’s a trade I’m willing to make.

  “You’re really good-looking,” I say. “I mean, yes, light stays on, okay.”

  “And I want to touch you, Marisa.” He looks at me pointedly. “All over.”

  “Fine.”

  “And taste you.”

  “’Kay.” My breath is short, like I’ve forgotten how to form words. All I’d asked for was for Cam to take my virginity, but he wants more. His fingers reach up under my top and then his hands are on my bare breasts.

  “Marisa, I need to see you.” He’s begging now, but reflexively I hold my top down over my side, my scars. “Please.”

  It’s the “please” that does it. I strip off my shirt and squeeze my eyes shut. When I open them, I brace myself in case he’s staring at the knotted flesh that runs the length of my hip. Instead, he’s caressing me, pinching my nipples lightly, leaning in to kiss me on the mouth. The more he works my breasts, the more my clit throbs, needing release.

  “I ache down there,” I admit. Desire outweighs shyness now.

  “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.” Cam slides down my body, grasping both my hips. Then he stops short, narrating: “Gonna kiss you there, between your legs. Lick your pussy. Gonna find your little clit and flick it with my tongue. Learn your body. See what you like.”

  Then he buries his face between my legs.

  When his tongue hits my flesh, I arch off the bed. The feeling is incredibly intense, more so than anything I’ve ever managed by my own hand.

  “Cameron. Cam. That feels so good. More, please.”

  “Good girl,” he prompts. “You talk, too. Tell me what you need. Gonna touch you now. Gonna rub you while I taste you.”

  “Okay, yes, do that,” I agree greedily. “Lightly though.”

  He gathers me closer and brings his thumb up to brush my clit as his tongue presses into me. “Mmmm,” he hums into my core.

  “More, there,” I direct, and he shifts his hand, so he’s pressing a little harder. He’s intent on my pleasure, gauging my reaction. “Yes. Yes. There.”

  I’m breathing hard, my eyes shut tightly, overwhelmed with sensation. Cameron pauses just a moment. “Can you come for me, Marisa? You’ll feel so much better if you do. I promise.”

  I think he’s right. I will feel better. This ache; I need it gone. I feel my control slipping. I grapple at his hair and press his face into my pussy. “I’m so close.”

  Cameron

  This amazing girl fucking explodes, coming all over my face as she lets out sweet little cries.

  When I feel her pulse slow, I lever up so I can see her flushed face. Her beautiful tits. Everything.

  I’m on my knees, my clothes stripped off, more aroused than I’ve even been in my life, when I see her eyes widen. I freeze, my fist around my swollen cock. “You okay, Marisa? We don’t h
ave to do this.”

  I want to be one hundred percent sure that she’s in this with me. I don’t want to see her hurt, much less be the one who hurts her. It’s bad enough that I’m letting her believe this is a casual thing for me when it’s anything but that.

  “I want it!,” she says insistently. “I mean, I want you.”

  I lean forward, and she freezes again. “Then what is it? Tell me, baby.”

  She dips her head. “I just didn’t expect… I mean… It’s so big.”

  I can’t help laughing. “You’ve seen a man naked before, right? You told me about your high school boyfriend.”

  She chews on her bottom lip. “Technically, yes. I mean, not upper and lower half together. What I mean is, he wasn’t built like that.”

  I release my cock and it bobs up and down. She brings her hand around and it feels so good that I let out a hiss. “Yes, Marisa. Play with my dick all you want.”

  It doesn’t take her long to build confidence. She tugs gently at my cock, then more firmly. When she brings her other hand up to cradle my balls, I moan. “You like that?” she asks. “When I touch you there?”

  I grasp a handful of her beautiful dark hair and gently tilt her head up so she’s looking into my eyes. “It’s fucking perfect, Marisa. Your touch. Everything about you. Don’t doubt for damn second that this is where I want to be.”

  “Yes. Right here.” Her eyes darken and that’s how I know she needs my words. She needs to hear how amazing she is, and I’m happy to tell her.

  “Baby, you are gorgeous and sexy and so damn smart and sweet.” I loosen my grip on her hair and lean in to kiss her. “I can’t want to bury myself inside you. I promise you, it will be good. I’ll go slow, Marisa, until you adjust. You can set the pace. Ride me. Whatever you want, sweetheart, you’re in charge.”

  “I’m really wet, I think.” She sounds so damn innocent it almost breaks my heart. She deserves better than a near-stranger in a hotel room for her first time, but I’m still going to give her exactly what she’s asking for. She doesn’t need to know that this isn’t just sex for me. That when I slide inside her, I’ll be claiming her as mine.

  “Show me, Marisa,” I command. She lets go of my dick, grasps my hand, and shoves it between her legs. She’s so slick my fingers just slide between her folds. “Baby, you’re fucking drenched. You’re so ready for me.”

  “Tell me, though, everything. Tell me it dirty.”

  This woman. I am wrecked. She is so fucking perfect for me and I’m so wrong for her. I need to protect her. I lean over to the nightstand and open my wallet, finding a condom I’d stashed there. I turn on the light to check the expiration date. We’re good.

  “Let me leave the light on,” I plead. “I want to see my cock slide into you. I want to see us joined up, you taking it. I want you to see it, too. Please, Marisa.”

  “Okay.” The second she agrees, I tear open the condom wrapper and roll the thing onto my dick. I don’t want anything between us, but I will not be that jerk who complains about a piece of rubber.

  She’s lying there, waiting, and I realize she’s also waiting for the words. But I don’t feel like dirty talk in this moment. I feel like saying sweet things, tender things, things a man would say to his wife or lover, not a one-night stand.

  I notch the tip of my cock into her entrance, and she looks at me with trust in her eyes. She reaches both hands toward mine, locks our fingers together, and my heart almost breaks. “Marisa.” I swallow hard. “I’m going to be inside you in a moment, and I want you to know that it means something to me.”

  Her eyes widen, and I don’t know if I’ve calmed her or frightened her. “I’m ready,” she says.

  Before I can talk myself out of it, I plunge my cock into her slick heat, through her barrier, all the way to the hilt. “I’m in you, Marisa, you’re mine, I’ve got you. Oh, fuck.”

  Marisa

  I feel… full. Cam is inside me, all the way. I feel his cock stretching me and I feel my body responding, opening up to him. I gasp, and he freezes. The look on his face is like pleasure mixed with pain.

  He’s holding back.

  “You’re holding back,” I accuse.

  “Don’t want to hurt you. You’ll be sore.”

  “I’m not sore. I want it to be good for you, too.” We’re arguing while Cam is literally inside me.

  “It’s so fucking good, Marisa, damn.” But he’s shaking.

  “But what if you did it harder?”

  He lets out a low moan and I feel him shift inside me. “Baby, if I did it harder, if I pounded into you the way I want to, you’d like it. You’d feel the ridge of my thick cock against your clit. I’d put my hand on there, too. See if I could make you come again, but this time with your body around mine.”

  “Sounds good.”

  “I’d come so damn hard it would scare you,” he warns.

  “Do it then,” I tell him. “Do it hard.”

  Finally, finally, his control breaks. He tugs my body toward his, then twists to one side. “You do it. Get on top of me, Marisa. You decide how hard. How deep.”

  By giving up control, he’s given me control.

  I settle myself on top of his strong body. Impaled on his cock, I lean forward, testing. Adjusting. “Oh, yes,” I moan without intention as his length touches something inside me. He moves slightly and I feel my eyes widen in response as the feeling intensifies.

  “You like that, Marisa?” I look down at Cam and he’s smiling, a grin that’s self-satisfied or indulgent or maybe both.

  “I do,” I admit. And then, because who knows when I’ll get another chance to learn these things I ask, “Why?”

  “It’s just how your body is made. That place inside you, ready for… for a man.”

  For a moment I thought that Cam was going to say that my body was made for him. That makes no sense. But as I rock my body on top of his, a voice in the back of my head warns me that it can’t be like this, this good, with just any man.

  I block out my worries and focus on how it feels to have Cam inside me. I lean forward, and, just as he promised, his dick provides counterpressure against my clit and soon another orgasm is building, this time from all through my body.

  “Cam, you feel so good.” The words spill out of my mouth. I don’t know if this is a time to be quiet, but I don’t care. I want him to know. “Please, can you move with me?”

  “Yes,” he groans, as if he’s been waiting for me to ask. Cam fucks me from below, his powerful thighs working as his cock settles even deeper inside me. There’s no pain now, only pleasure. I throw my head back, feeling my pussy clench as that sweet pressure builds inside me.

  But then Cam puts his hands on my hips, my scars, and I tense. My eyes fly open and I look at his perfect, muscular arms, his smooth skin, his strong hands.

  He practically growls: “Your body is fucking perfect, Marisa.”

  Finally, I give it up to him, and the tremors overtake me.

  Cameron

  When I feel Marisa’s pussy clenching around my cock, I know that I’m lost. I was just going to make her come, then pull out, tell her to sleep well, and call it good. Who the hell was I kidding?

  I start to retreat, both physically and mentally, but she senses it. “Stay,” she says, reaching down and tugging at my ass. “I want you to finish inside me.”

  “It’s too much. You’ll be sore.” I protest even as my dick screams at me to shut up and pound into her until I explode.

  “Do it,” she insists. “And tell me what you’re doing.”

  It’s her request that convinces me. I love that she wants the dirty talk, the narration, the story of me fucking her. I pull out and lever up on my knees. “Then get on your back and watch me give you this cock.”

  Marisa scrambles to do my bidding, and I take a moment to admire her laid out for me. She hesitates for a moment, then stretches her arms up over her head. A gift. “You can touch me.” She clarifies. “Anywhere.”

/>   And so I touch her: with my hands and my lips I glide over her neck, her breasts, her hips, her thighs, her scars. Every part of her is mine in this moment.

  When I can’t stand it any longer, I hitch her body toward mine. “Going to give it to you now,” I inform her. “Slow, then fast.”

  She bites her lip and lets out the tiniest whimper as my cock breaches her entrance. “And you’re gonna come?”

  “Hell, yes, I am,” I promise, already thrusting into her. “I’m going to come so hard. Your pussy is so perfect clenched around my cock. It won’t take but a minute, baby.”

  Just a few pumps and I’m there. I hear myself repeating Marisa’s name as I pulse inside her. After, I collapse beside her, breathing hard. After a moment, I take care of the condom and just lie there next to her.

  She’s the one who speaks first. “I don’t want it to be awkward in the morning.”

  I pull her toward me, wondering if it’s a mistake but not caring. I want her in my arms in this moment.

  “I’m not sure how to avoid that,” I say, stroking my hand over her hair while I still have the privilege.

  “Do you want to forget this ever happened?” Her words are wary, but she tucks her face into the crook of my arm as she says them. It’s as if her mind knows better, but her body, her soul, knows it’s mine now.

  “Don’t think it’s possible for me to forget this,” I say with a lightness I don’t feel. I know that I will carry this woman, this night, with me forever, no matter what happens next.

  Marisa

  “It was good,” I proclaim, finally rolling away from Cam and pulling a few covers over my body. It’s too late, really, for such a protective move, but even as I wait for regret to flood over me, it never does.

  He barks out a laugh. “Thanks for the rave review.”

  I giggle and turn back into his body. This man. My worry isn’t that we shouldn’t have done this. It’s that it won’t be like this with any other guy. I may have ruined myself, and not in the Victorian sense.