Kid

by Korry Smith

  “Seventy-five?” He groaned. “Seventy-fucking-five? Jesus, this is a performance car, Mad. It’s an insult to her by going this fucking slow. Show me what she can do.”

  “But what if there is a cop sitting somewhere?”

  Alex bobbed his head in understanding and tapped his finger on the touch display. It pulled up the menu screen, and he clicked on the electronic radar detector.

  “Fuck! I love this car.” He gave me a huge shit-eating grin. “What else you got?”

  “Fine,” I huffed. Out of excuses, I shifted down into fourth gear. “But if the cops catch us...”

  “If they catch us, baby, I’ll buy you that diamond ring.”

  I scoffed softly and rolled my eyes. “Oh, sure, now you’ll marry me. I just have to be behind bars first. That’s romantic.”

  “Hey, I’ll be a good husband to you,” he said, cupping my face, and rubbing my cheek with his thumb. “I’ll make sure to break out of prison and come give my wife some needed conjugal visits.”

  “You better.”

  Feeling the chills roll down my body and to my feet, I stepped on the gas pedal until it was flush with the floor. The car flew down the freeway, zooming past the housing districts, as the purr of her strength echoed off the walls and reached back to us. The engine vibrated and hummed as the speed increased.

  I shifted it into fifth and sixth gear, rolling over into the hundreds, and eventually into the one-thirties. I’ve never been in a car that was moving that fast. It gives off a weightless feeling as if the Lambo was floating down the road. My chest heaved rapidly with excitement. My pulse quickened, and the thrill inflamed my body with every loop and turn. The sheer rush that circulated in my blood was immeasurable.

  Out of the corner of my eye, Alex was watching me intently, and of course, always responsive to my man, both of my nipples hardened under his gaze. He couldn’t miss my arousal, my shirt was practically see-through, and I wasn’t wearing a bra. The throbbing beneath my shorts, made me squirm in my seat, but nothing I was doing was going to take the feeling away.

  I needed Alex.

  I wanted his fingers. I wanted his mouth. I wanted much more than he was willing to give me—God, everything in that moment in time was intoxicating, and I was dizzy with lust.

  “Fuck it!” Alex growled in frustration. I glanced over at him startled and confused. He was shifting in his seat and adjusting himself. “Take the Carefree Highway exit and make a right.”

  “Okay.” I slowly eased my foot off the gas to turn onto the exit. “Can I ask why?”

  “Because I have to touch you.” He stroked the side of my neck with his knuckles. “And I don’t want you to crash the car.”

  Alex had me pull the Lambo down a long dirt road, leading it far into the desert, and some distance behind a housing district. The area was dark, secluded, and shrouded by a thick brush of Palo Verde trees. It was impossible for anyone to see us parked there during the night, and it was the perfect place to stash a stolen car.

  Well, up until the cops come searching for it.

  I’m not the authority on the matter, but helicopter from above, with a huge spotlight, could find us.

  “Don’t worry about that shit,” Alex told me four times.

  It’d been an hour since our theft, and no one reported the Lambo missing. Alex kept switching frequencies on the scanner, checking between Phoenix, Scottsdale, Tempe, and Mesa. There was nothing but a random shooting in South Phoenix, and all the available units were going to converge on that area for a while. The understaffed police department didn’t have a lot of resources to do their job efficiently, and that made drug-dealing for the family a fucking cakewalk.

  “Dick.”

  Shutting off the engine, I looked over as Alex typed away on his older than dirt flip phone. Hitting send, he slipped the Nokia back into his front pocket.

  “Who was that?” I asked.

  “Len.” Alex turned to face me. “He just picked up my car.”

  I’d forgotten about Tanya. “So, he knows what we did?”

  “Oh, yeah, that asshole knows all right.”

  “Did he say if the cops were around? Does the owner know the car’s gone?” I chewed the shit out of my nails.

  My guy sighed annoyed, giving me a stern look as he pulled my hand away from my mouth. I shrugged, not knowing what to tell him. I was anxious and needed something to distract me.

  “Len said it’s packed with cars, but there weren’t any police around. He thinks we need to ditch it while our luck is still good, and he’s right. Shit, I know he’s right. It’s too risky to stay in such a high-profile car, but I can’t think about that right now.” He leaned over and wrapped his hands around my neck, gently stroking the sides of my face with his thumbs. “Not with you sitting there.”

  The dominance he asserted over me caused a soft whimper to escape my lips.

  He groaned, closing his eyes. “Fuck, baby.” They snapped back open, stunning me with how blue and clear they were. The lust and eagerness to own me were running rampant in him. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

  I shook my head.

  “Liar,” he said with an uneven smile.

  “Stop talking about what you’re going to do.” I grasped his wrists and pushed myself towards him. “And fucking do it.”

  Growling from the depths of his gut, he gripped me tighter around the throat and crashed his lips into mine. The kiss was rough, chaotic, and his tongue was forceful and demanding. Everything about him was disarming. The addicting taste of peppermint gum, and a hint of the bourbon he had at dinner, left me in an intoxicated stupor.

  The hunger to have this man was raging inside of me, and no matter how deeply we kissed or how close our bodies were, it was never enough. I was never satisfied. It drove me to the point of absolute madness. I dug my nails into his skin, drawing a painful hiss from him. My body was aching to be near his heat and his smell and his touch; I managed to shift my ass out of the seat and get up on my knees.

  “Fucking get over here!” Alex panted against my mouth.

  Placing my hands on his chest to balance myself, I crawled over the center console. The lack of space in the car made maneuvering difficult, but I managed to ease myself down into his lap and sit on his need. Intensifying the kiss, I rocked my body and rubbed myself all over his hardening bulge. He gripped my waist, holding me down and holding me still. As he breathed through his nose to calm himself, I counted how many times his dick twitched under me.

  Lucky number seven.

  The thought of him coming in his pants because of how turned on he was by me fueled my desire. All bets were off now. He was unable to control my movements or keep me held down, and I didn’t care if he couldn’t handle it. My body swayed, left and right, and my ass stroked him up and down. He had his eyes glued shut and his bottom lip between his teeth.

  I just wanted to hear him moan my name.

  In my lustful, unabated frenzy, I rose up on my knees to put my chest in his face and ended up hitting my head on the car’s ceiling…hard.

  “Ow!”

  Alex’s eyes stressed with worry, shot up at me as he reached up and caressed the side of my face. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

  I smiled down at him, shaking my head as I took his hand in mine, bringing it up to my lips and kissing it softly. “I’m fine. It’s just a small space to maneuver in.”

  He glanced around, only then seeming to understand my discomfort. “Hmm, I’ve got an idea. Hang on to me.”

  Draping my arms around his neck, he hugged me close and reached around to restart the car. It roared to life and vibrated, shaking the bucket seats. Opening the car door, he swung his feet out and transferred all my weight onto his lap. He placed his hand on the back of my head, pushing it down and protecting me from further injury. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he stood up. Putting both of his hands underneath my ass, he shifted my body upwards in his arms, getting a better and sturdie
r grip on me.

  Setting the police scanner on the roof, he reached up and pulled the door down. He walked us around to the front of the car and lowered me on the hood. My legs quivered under the idling pulsation of the Lambo. Alex pushed me down on my back and grinned when the vibration jiggled my boobs. It was his masterpiece, and he was proud of it.

  I opened myself to him. “Where are you going to kiss me first?”

  Alex put his hands on my knees and slid them up towards my thighs. He crept up my body, slipping under my shirt and palming my breasts. The power of the car and the danger of this man’s touch put my arousal into overdrive.

  “How’s your head, baby?” Alex asked, but didn’t wait for me to answer. He sat up and brought me with him. Taking off my shirt, quickly following with the removal of his own, he wadded the fabrics into one big ball. “Lie down.”

  He put the makeshift pillow behind my head as I reclined back. The darkness around me was getting lighter as my eyes adjusted. I saw a glimpse of his wild hair before he disappeared. It was his lips and tongue that told me where he was, and my God, he was everywhere: on my neck, my chest, and even my stomach. I moaned softly, loving the way his mouth left wet trails along my skin. Their trajectory was consistently moving downward.

  “Mad…”

  I opened my eyes to see Alex staring down at me. He was gorgeous but looking pensive. My hands ran down the front of his chest, feeling the hardened muscles under his dampened skin, and continuing their descent until they were bordering the top of his jeans. I stilled, afraid to go any further, but also waiting for him to cock-block me.

  He covered my hands with his. “We’ll go as far as you want.”

  “I want to go all the way.”

  I should have been nervous about a guy who’s ten years older than me taking my virginity, but I wasn’t. Alex wasn’t some guy. He was the one. I had made up my mind about him and me a long time ago. It was going to be scary, not knowing what to expect, but I trusted him to take care of me.

  “You sure?”

  “I want you,” I whispered, but made sure my actions spoke the loudest.

  Keeping my eyes locked on him, I unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down and past his ass. My hand slipped underneath the elastic of his boxers, and the tips of my fingers felt something different. It wasn’t soft or wet like before, but it was hard, cold, and metal.

  Startled by the anomaly, I jerked my hand out.

  “What…” I started slowly, reaching down, and feeling it again. “Are you pierced?”

  “Mmmhmm.” Alex bent down and kissed me on my neck. “Does it bother you?”

  “No…” I croaked out as he nipped and sucked at the tender flesh with his teeth. “It just surprised me.”

  “It won’t hurt,” he said.

  Tentatively, I reached back down and wrapped my fingers around him. It was hot, and pulsating his heart beat. He grunted in pain as my gripped tightened.

  “Easy,” he told me, but I was in awe and couldn’t believe that he was allowing me to touch him.

  Alex was big. Holy shit was he big. He wasn’t monstrous or anything, but he wasn’t easy to grasp, and the idea of putting him into my mouth gave me pause.

  How deep could I take him?

  “Is this okay?” My hand slowly and gently stroked him.

  “Yes,” he breathed.

  Watching his face, I was looking for signs that he was enjoying it. My technique was jerky and uncoordinated at first, but after a few minutes, I started to get into a rhythm. It was getting too dry, so I pulled out my hand and licked my palm. Alex hissed and cursed. I smiled and licked it again.

  Widening his stance, he pushed his briefs down past his knees and stepped out of them. It gave me easier access to him, and with my hand lubricated, I was able to pump him with smoothness and ease. My thumb slid over his head and piercing, spreading the dribbling precum back down onto his shaft.

  “Shit…” He took my face into his hands.

  I jerked him off as he kissed me. He grunted as my pace picked up; thrusting his pelvis to help his dick slide in and out of my hand. I smiled at how much his pleasure turned me on, and the need to make him come was stronger than ever. Whatever fear I had about his size now forgotten. I decided to take him into my mouth, and as I broke our kiss to do so, Alex jerked his body away from me.

  “My turn.” He grabbed my knees and yanked me to the edge of the car.

  The engine was still idling and making a low rumbling noise, creating a vibrating sensation on my back. I set myself up on my elbows as Alex removed my shorts. He groaned when he realized that I had gone commando.

  “Are you kidding?” He plunged his fingers deep into me. “All fucking night?”

  Dragging them back out slowly, he grazed his knuckles across my lips and then pushed back in. This time he curled them, pressing that one spot that made my back arch and my thighs quiver. He told me as he fucked me with his fingers how he could have been doing this all night.

  “In the restaurant,” he said.

  “Or in the car,” he said.

  The intensity was building as he pushed in and out. The more I moaned, the faster he went, and then the louder I got. The need and the fire were rising to an explosive level, moving its way through me. He had made me come this way many times before, and it was easy to get there.

  “And if you were a really good girl, I would have done this…”

  It was soft and tickled in a way that didn’t make sense. I had to push myself up to confirm with my eyes what I was feeling. Alex wedged his head in between my thighs and made long strokes with his tongue. He sucked the clit, and my lips, moving his mouth up and down, getting more frantic with his efforts. This beautiful man was making out with my pussy.

  “Shit!” I fell back onto the hood and let my hands wander up to my breasts, squeezing and pulling at my nipples.

  Alex lifted my legs up and pushed them towards my chest. He flicked out his tongue, moving it south, and tenderly stuck it all the way into my hole. Passionate, sloppy kisses as he sucked, and pulled my sensitive and engorged lips into his mouth. Another mark on me to declare me as his.

  “That’s my girl,” he hummed, sticking his fingers back inside.

  I was so wet and ready; it was effortless for him to slide right in, even when he added a third finger. He came back with his tongue and licked me long and deep. I shoved my hands into his hair and pushed his head further into me.

  “Alex, God!” I throbbed against his mouth and came hard.

  My body rocked with shivers, and my fingers clenched tightly into fists. I pulled and yanked at his hair, needing an outlet to release that energy. When it was over, it was difficult to regroup. The slightest of touches now, even as he breathed on me, were unbearable tickles.

  “Man, oh, man.” Alex ran his hands along my legs as he kissed me again and again. “I could eat you all day.”

  “I might…” My breathing still staggered. “Let you.”

  “I’m fucking holding you to that.”

  “Come here.” Grabbing the sides of his face, I brought him back up to me and tasted myself on his tongue.

  “I want to feel you.” He dug his fingers into my hips, thrusting his pelvis forward and jerking my ass downwards. “Can you feel that?”

  He pressed the tip of his dick against my lips. It was slippery, and with one push, he would be inside me. I reached down to grab him, but he pulled away.

  “What did I do?” I asked.

  He held up a finger to me.

  I nodded.

  Picking up his pants, he reached into one of the pockets to get his wallet. In one of the folds was a condom. It never occurred to me that we would need something like that, but in the heat of the moment, I was grateful that one of us was still thinking.

  The full moon was directly overhead now. It shone down and illuminated my guy as he opened the condom wrapper and prepared to roll it on.

  I took the opportunity to take him in.

&n
bsp; The tattoos continued along the torso and down to his pelvis. There were even designs on his legs. Everywhere there was skin there was a mixture of black and colorful ink. I never knew it was that extensive. The piercing on the head of his penis was a metal barbell. It was bigger than the ones on his nipples, and I wondered how it would feel without the condom or even with the condom. Alex said it wouldn’t hurt, but how about pleasure?

  I was nervous about the unknown.

  Alex must have seen the uncertainty on my face because he frowned. “Are you sure you want this to be your first time? Here in the middle of the desert on a fucking car?”

  What he didn’t realize that was it didn’t matter where we were. It was him that made it special for me. I could always have sex with Alex in a romantic place, but having my virginity taken on the hood of the first car I boosted?

  It didn’t get better than that.

  I hooked my legs around his thighs to pull him back down to me. “It’s not just a fucking car. It’s a fucking Lamborghini.” Reaching down, I gripped him tightly and lined him up. “And it’s not just my first time. It’s my first time with you.”

  “Just...tell me if it hurts too much. Okay?”

  “I will.”

  Leaning down to press his lips against mine, he slowly began to ease the tip inside, and I tensed as a sharp sting hit me. Grabbing fistfuls of his hair, I breathed slowly through my nose and told myself over and over: you can do this.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m okay. Keep going.”

  More and more he slid into me, but each time, he would stop and let my body adjust and conform to him. It was painful. I’m not going to lie. He stretched me from all sides, and I tried hard not to show him how much it hurt. The last thing I wanted was for him to feel bad and pull out. As soon as he was all the way in, he stilled for a long moment, waiting for my muscles to loosen. I stared up at the stars and counted them until the stinging went away.

  “You okay?”

  I nodded.

  Slowly sliding out, he pushed back in, but kept it shallow, and at an even, measured pace. The pain was vanishing, and it was starting to feel different. The piercing wasn’t noticeable, but more importantly, there was pleasurable friction.