“Oh,” I moan and open my knees a little further. My God, this is incredible. I clutch my hand against the dash and lean over as my orgasm rips through me, “Oh!” The pleasure, the sweet release, is more insane than anything I’ve felt before. “Fuck,” I scream involuntarily as I throw my head back.
The feeling fades and my cheeks burn hot as I look over at Wyatt James. This is so embarrassing! What is he going to think of me, humping his seat like a woman discovering the magic of the spin cycle on a washing machine for the first time. I look down at my hands, unable to face his winter blue eyes.
“Hey, don’t do that. Don’t hide your face,” he grins as I look up sheepishly. “That happens all the time, hell, I used to get road boners all the time.”
“Road boners?” I raise and eyebrow.
“Yeah, it’s when you get wood from all the vibrations. It’s mostly newbies who get them. You get used to it after driving a while.”
“Wow, well, that was amazing,” I scoot across the seat and he wraps his arm around me. I look down, and lick my lips as I spot the thick erection I can see pressing against his pants, the fabric stretching like it can barely contain it all. “I thought you said only new guys get road boners,” I slide my outstretched palm down over the bulge. “So, how do you explain this,” I look up at him from under my lashes as I give his cock a gentle squeeze.
“Mmmm,” he stops the compactor, but leaves the engine running, “you got me so hot. I keep thinking about your little squeal you let out when you came,” his lips hover over mine.
“Oh yeah?” I speak just above a whisper as I silently beg him to kiss me.
“Yeah, I can’t wait to hear it when you cum on my cock,” his hand wraps around the back of my head and he kisses me deeply. Our tongues collide and dance over each other and the vibration of the seat seems to ripple up through my entire body, even a simple kiss makes me moan with excitement.
He pulls back and I look at him with a sly smile. “I don’t think you’re gonna hear that right now,” I tilt my head. I can see disappointment shine in his eyes, but he doesn’t argue.
“That’s okay,” he gives me a genuine smile and my knees melt as I slide to his feet.
“Because, first I’m gonna hear what you sound like when you cum in my mouth and I swallow every single drop,” I quickly unzip his pants, tug his thick meat from his underwear, and slide my lips over his shaft.
Chapter 4 - Wyatt James
I watch my cock disappear into her mouth and groan as I feel the wet heat of her tongue circle around my shaft, twirling over the tip like a stripper on a pole. Sam’s dainty hand circles the base of my meat and she pushes her head down further, taking more of my girth in over her tongue until I meet the resistance of her throat. I expect her to pop back up, but am surprised when she looks up at me with her eyes slightly watering and slowly eases my cock past her gag reflex until she drops her hand and the entire length of me disappears inside her mouth.
“Fuck,” it’s the only word I can utter. I can feel myself throbbing against her tongue. The urge to cum down her throat surges through me. The primal need to release my seed is overwhelming.
I look down at her, still fully clothed. After how loud she came from the buzz of the cab, I know her sweet pussy is ready for me. I want to fuck her. To feel her body against mine. To taste her nipples and lick her flesh as I fill her with my cock.
“Get up,” my voice is gravelly. I don’t wait for her to respond, instead I begin to pull her up from her knees, and my cock falls from her surprised lips. “I want to see you naked,” I demand, trying not to rip off her dress, sending her buttons ricocheting off the inside of my compactor. I know once this is all over she needs to be able to walk out of here without her clothes clinging to her like a bunch of frayed ribbons. Somehow, I find the restraint to free her from the fabric and I quickly remove her bra, tossing it to the floor of the cab. “These need to go too,” I trail my finger over the front of her lace thong.
Sam bites her lip and tugs them off. I rip my shirt off over my head and kick off my boots and pants. The underwear follows and soon the floor of my compactor is covered in clothes.
“Get over here,” I dig my fingers into her full ass and tug her toward me. Sam’s eyes never leave my cock, she licks her lips hungrily and I remember how amazing it felt with those lips around my base while I fucked her mouth. She straddles the outsides of my legs as I fist my shaft, sliding the tip of my cock over her clit as her juices coat me.
Sam’s eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a long, deep moan as she tosses her head back. I wrap her ponytail around my hand and guide my cock back to her slick slit.
“Wait,” she says breathlessly, “do you have a condom?”
My muscles tense and I grit my teeth as I nod. My cock twitches with need, begging me to forget the condom and sink myself inside her, fucking her hard until I fill her up with my cum. I take a deep breath and manage to convince my hand to let go of her hair.
“Yeah, in my wallet,” I finally answer.
Sam slides off my lap and her round tits bounce as she scrambles for my pants. “I’ll grab it,” she plucks my wallet from the jeans and opens it before I have a chance to move. She tugs the foil packet from inside and a bunch of my cards and receipts scatter on the floor, but neither of us care.
She opens it with her teeth and hands the condom to me. It only takes a second to roll it over my thick, veiny shaft and Sam wastes no time climbing back on top of me and positioning me at her entrance. I run my hands down her back and squeeze her ass in my hands as I guide her down onto my cock. I plunge it deep inside her in one thrust as I circle my tongue over her peach nipple, sucking it in over my teeth.
“Oh Wyatt James!” She cries out, holding my shoulders for support as she rides me. Her tight pussy slides up and down my cock, bottoming out on every thrust.
“You like that, Sam?” I growl in her ear.
“Mmmm,” her eyes shine brightly as I push down on her shoulders, burying myself even deeper inside me.
“Good girl, then you’re gonna love this,” I lift her up and move up from the bench seat. “Lie down on your belly,” I demand, watching as she obeys without hesitation. “Open your legs,” I slide my fingers up her inner thigh and settle between them, behind her as she follows my command. “Good,” I wrap my hand up in her hair again, tugging it hard enough that she lifts her head from the seat and lick my thumb, coating it in spit. I thrust my thumb between her plump ass cheeks, pushing up until I meet resistance. Sam mewls as I keep pressing into her, gently pushing past her asshole’s tight ring and burying my thumb inside.
“Ohhh,” she lets out a long moan and lifts her hips from the seat so her ass is up in the air. I slide my cock inside her pussy until I’m buried to the hilt and groan.
Sam smiles back over her shoulder and I lean in, giving her a quick kiss before I begin to fuck her with wild abandon. I thrust inside her mercilessly, filling her tight box on every pump. I can feel her asshole clamp down on my thumb and her muscles contract around my cock as I take her hard and fast. All I can hear is our skin slapping together and our cries of passion intertwining.
The surge of my orgasm rushes through me, and I sink my cock as deep inside her as I can as I spurt my seed into the latex barrier between us. Sam yells my name, her throat sounding raw as her body trembles beneath mine.
For a moment, we don’t move. I free my thumb from her ass and grab the base of the condom as I pull out of her. Sam twists around on the seat and slumps against my chest, panting. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into me and breathe in her natural scent.
“So, that’s pretty much all the excitement you can have in one of these,” I smile at her.
“I’ll have to get you to show me how this all works again,” she looks up at me slyly, “I may have forgotten.”
“Well, I know I won’t be forgetting any of this,” I kiss her on the forehead and she giggles.
“I should probabl
y get Gertrude parked,” I move around Sam and try to pluck my clothes from the floor but I freeze when I see my business cards scattered over the floor.
She follows my gaze and hops off the seat before I have a chance to grab anything. “Oh, I didn’t mean to spread your stuff everywhere,” she apologizes. “I guess I was just caught up in the moment,” she gingerly lifts my cards and her eyes travel over them.
“Nice font, I like the metallic sheen,” she runs her finger over the front of one. “Wyatt James Lefevre…” her voice drops down as the realization hits her, “CEO”. Sam looks up at me with wide-eyed shock and I don’t answer her unasked question as I pull my underwear back on.
“Wait, is this right? You’re the owner?” She stands up and scoops the rest of the cards from the floor, searching through them like she may have just found one exception, like the rest are going to say something different.
“That’s right,” I pull on my pants and curse myself for letting her grab the condom. The way she’s looking at me right now, like I’m the face of a company instead of a man, that’s exactly what I wanted to avoid. That’s exactly why I try to hide my identity and my job.
“So, why did you lie to me?” She pouts and slides her panties back up her legs before grabbing her bra and putting it back on.
“Sam, I’ve had a lot of fun with you tonight. Like, real fun. Do you know how often that happens when I go on a date as Wyatt James Lefevre, billionaire? It doesn’t,” I answer the question for her. “I just wanted to see if I could meet someone real. If I could find someone who connected with me, because of me. Not because of my company or my legacy, but because I could make her laugh, not to mention make her cum,” I lower my voice and she blushes.
Sam tugs her dress back on and I stop Gertrude’s engine. Suddenly we’re cocooned in silence. I feel like I could hear a butterfly flap its wings if it flew by.
“I like you for you. Even your terrible taste in restaurants,” she shrugs and looks up at me.
“I was hoping you’d say that Sam. Cause I would really love if I could take you out again. But next time, I’d like if I could cook you a proper meal. I mean, there won’t be any Big Buck Hunter, so I hope it’s not too disappointing,” I smile and cup her chin.
“That’s ok, we can find something else for me to kick your ass at,” she grins back.
“Oh is that right? How about I smack your ass instead?” I give her a sharp slap on the behind and she yelps but moves closer to me. I kiss her, tenderly at first and then my restraint dissolves into feverish need.
In her kiss I can feel her true desires. Her true longing for me, Wyatt James the man, not the bank account. I wrap my arms around her tight, never wanting to lose this feeling. Never wanting to let it slip away.
THE END
10
Naked Canvas
Chapter 1 - Skylar
“Ooh! You know I’m turning this up,” Sara cranks the volume and Drake’s Hotline Bling fills the air and spills out of our mouths. We do our best Drake dances and laugh as she drives us home.
“I wish him and RiRi had worked out,” I feel a moment of sadness, as if I actually know either of them.
“Nah, she’s too good for him and she knows it,” Sara’s brown eyes flicker over to me and she belts out another line, “you, you, you!”
“She isn’t! Drake seems like a nice guy. He’s Canadian, they’re way nicer up there,” I defend my musical man-crush.
“Yeah, RiRi doesn’t want nice, Skylar. She wants a badass with a big piece who can school her ass in the bedroom. She’s rich and powerful, people are nice to her all the time.” Sara twists her lips up the way she does whenever she thinks she’s just won.
“Well, those kind of guys aren’t the marrying type. Drake would make a great husband and a sweet Dad,” I argue like he’s some kind of contestant on The Voice that I’m trying to convince people to vote for. “Plus, he’s hot as hell! If you ask me, she’s being a bitch,” I double down on my argument.
“I don’t think she did ask you. Did she?” Sara gives me a look and I know she’s right. “Rihanna only answers to one person…herself. And that’s the way it should be. Besides if you want to get upset about celebrity couples that didn’t make it, I thought… Shit!”
Everything is happening so fast, but somehow slow like it’s underwater at the same time. The crunching of the metal. The way the car spins and then flips. The world is upside down. The pebbled glass from the car windows is carpeting everything. I smell gasoline. I hear screams. It takes a second to realize they’re mine. I can’t see right. Someone is pulling on me. Yanking me through where the window once was. It was just there. Like a minute ago.
I’m on the side of the road, sitting, holding my knees in against my chest and trying to make sense of what’s going on. I put my hand up to my head and instinctively pull away from the sting, my fingers coated in blood.
I look around the intersection. A four-way stop that’s covered in twisted metal and shattered glass. There’s a blue car that’s banged up bad with no one inside. A red minivan with a woman slumped over the steering wheel, she’s not moving. My mind can’t fully process why. Is she sleeping? My eyes travel over to Sara’s car, upside down and crushed in on her side. It takes longer than it should for the realization to rise inside me. It takes more seconds than I can count for me to jump to my feet, shrieking in horror.
“Sara! Oh my God! Sara!” I try to run over to the car but crumple to the ground, I look down with shock at the broken bone sticking out of my leg. I didn’t even feel it.
I’m determined to get to her. I start dragging myself across the pavement toward the car when a young man wearing a sleeveless shirt, drags Sara’s motionless body to the side of the road. At first, I don’t see the gash in his arm or the blood flowing down to his hand like a river. It’s hidden by the extensive mosaic of tattoos covering every inch of his exposed flesh.
“Sara!” I choke on my sob as he lies her down on the gravel beside the road. I watch as he begins pumping her chest with his broad hands, trying to keep her heart alive. The side of her head is smashed in, I can’t make sense of how the bone and skin is pushed inside her skull instead of outside.
I can’t look at her. This can’t be real. It can’t be.
I look back over at the minivan. The woman behind the wheel still hasn’t moved. She’s… she’s fucking dead. Tears blur my vision and streak over my cheeks. My head twists over and I see the blue car again, that must be his. It has writing on the side. Letters. I focus but my eyes can’t seem to make words out of them.
Ryder’s Ink
I got nothing. Suddenly the sounds seem to roar back as I hear a siren wailing, it’s getting closer.
“Sara! You gotta pull through this! Please don’t die. You’re my best friend!” I scream.
Paramedics flood the scene rushing over to the cars to assess where they’re needed. A woman is suddenly beside me. She’s talking to me but I can’t look at her. I can’t listen to her. I can’t stop screaming.
I see two men approach Sara and the guy doing his best to keep her alive.
“She’s gone and you will be too if you don’t get help now. Look at your arm, you’ll bleed out!” The paramedics pull him off Sara and drag him to the ambulance.
I don’t even notice that the woman brought over a stretcher. I’m being strapped into it and Sara is just lying on the ground. Lifeless. Alone. My best friend is gone.
Forever.
Chapter 2 - Ryder
I Swiffer the floor, it’s the last part of my clean up before I leave for the day. I’m a bit of a neat freak when it comes to my shop, but I refuse to let my place turn into one of those sketchy dives that make you wonder if you’re paying for a tattoo or a lifetime of hepatitis C. No way, I’ve worked too hard for too long to let anything bring my reputation down in this business. And when every guy with a tattoo gun and a portfolio full of prison tats he’s done on his friends can qualify as an “artist,” reputatio
n is everything.
I always knew in my heart that drawing was what I was meant to do. When I was little, I shared the dream of a million other boys to become a famous graphic artist and work for Stan Lee at Marvel. I poured over homemade comics for hours, working hard to get the shading just right on the villain’s smirk.
Of course, once I graduated high school, comic book artist didn’t exactly have a clear career path. It wasn’t like there was a building in my town where I just needed to get my foot in the door and prove my talent. So, I went with my backup plan. Travel.
I glance down to my fingers wrapped around the slender mop handle. The words “Hold Fast” tattooed to my fingers reminds me of the years I spent sailing in the Navy. Hauling lines and making waves, that’s what my other boatswain buddies and I used to say our motto was. A smile pricks the corners of my mouth as a collage of drunken port memories swirl through my mind.
“Excuse me?”
I’m not the kind who scares easy, but I jump at the interruption to my thoughts. From the sad sound of her soft voice I inwardly groan. I hope this isn’t some chick who wants her money back because she’s decided her Hello Kitty tramp stamp was a bad idea or something.
“We’re closed,” I answer too gruffly as I turn around.
“Oh, uh, it’s just…” but she doesn’t say more. Or maybe she’s talking my ear off and I just can’t hear it. My body must have decided that it only has enough blood to run the essential organs right now and as my eyes desperately try to soak in every sexy detail, my dick is the part that’s getting priority.
I try to subtly push my hardening cock down, hoping it’s not too obviously filling my jeans. It’s not like I’m some kind of inexperienced preteen. I’ve got my wood under control, thank you very much. I see gorgeous, half-dressed girls in here all the time and it never even twitches.
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