They were silent for a few long moments. Finally, Ash said, “Getting back to the box—”
“Yes, let’s do,” Felicia butted in. “You told me that night you were going to make me all sorts of jewelry to put inside it. Right now the only thing in there is your class ring, which I still have, and that piece of paper with your phone number on it.”
“Well—” He stopped speaking and kissed her, his lips claiming hers as they always had, making her want him in every way imaginable. When he broke the kiss, he said, “I’ll have to keep my promise, won’t I?”
“I’m going to hold you to it.” She rubbed her nose against his. It was something she’d done quite a bit when they were younger.
Ash stroked his thumbs across her cheeks. “I remember the first time you did that to me.”
All bad memories raced from her mind, and Felicia giggled. “How could you forget it? I did it in front of half the school.”
Ash chuckled. He lay back down on the bed. She stretched out next to him and put her head on his shoulder.
“We were at…” She sat up. “We were at Benny’s house.”
“Yup. For his sixteenth birthday party. He had the cool parents, remember? They didn’t stick around to see what was happening. They provided food and drink, but no alcohol, and told us to have fun.”
“Spin the bottle,” she said. “I remember it well. I’d had a crush on you since I was fifteen, from the first time I saw you in art class. During the game, the bottle pointed toward you, and I’d never been kissed before. I wanted to kiss you so much, but I was so scared, so I rubbed my nose against yours.”
“And I did this.” He cupped his hand at the back of her neck and pulled her down. The kiss was demanding, and she felt herself melt. She opened her mouth and welcomed him inside. He tasted so…well, so Ash-like—the slight taste of tobacco and the mint he ate after he smoked one of his hand-rolled cigarettes.
“I don’t think it was quite so passionate,” she said after his lips left hers.
“You wound me,” Ash said, falling against the pillows in a pretend faint. A seductive glint filled his eyes. “I stuck my tongue in your mouth, though. That much I remember, because I saw fireworks when it was inside you.”
“I felt them too.” She straddled him and whispered against his lips, “But I have to say, your…technique…has improved over the years.”
“Happy to be of service,” he replied. She loved the deep, sexy tone of his voice. He kissed her again, holding her face between his hands. When the kiss broke, he said, “Fireworks?”
“Skyrockets,” she replied, claiming his lips for another kiss.
She knew those soft moans were coming from her mouth.
“What other services can I perform for you this morning?” Ash asked.
Felicia sat up and wiggled her ass against his crotch. She felt his cock harden, although it was trapped in place because of her position.
She rotated her hips again, moaning as she moved. “That feels so good.”
“You’d better be careful,” Ash warned. “I’m not dressed for the occasion. If you lift up enough, I might find my way inside you.”
“I’d welcome you with abandon.”
She gyrated her hips. She felt his dick move. It would be perfect to feel him inside her with no latex between them. “Ash.” She shifted a little more.
“Felicia.” He grasped her hips. “You’re too tempting, babe. We need to play things straight until…”
His voice drifted off.
“Until what, Ash?” The desire she’d felt earlier was burning into anger. “Until we decide if this is just a week’s worth of fucking? Until we know we’re not going to get hurt again? Because I don’t think we can promise each other that.”
When she tried to get up, Ash pushed her back, covering her body with his in a split second.
“You’re right; there’s no guarantee on anything. But we can’t risk bringing a baby into the mix just yet. I’m selfish, and I want you to myself for a few years. Call it making up for missed time.”
Her heart stilled. It tightened painfully, and then she felt herself take a sharp breath.
“Did you say…years?”
“Yes, I did.” He put his lips against her ears. “You got a problem with that?”
“None whatsoever,” she whispered.
“Good.” He shifted positions, and when she looked into his brown eyes, her stomach did flips. “Now, you’ve been a bad girl, trying to tempt me with your bare pussy. This is what’s going to happen. I’m going to lift off you, and you’re going to roll onto your belly.”
“But—” Felicia stopped talking when he put his finger against her lips.
“It’s not open for negotiation.”
“Yes, sir.” She liked the wicked gleam in his eyes. This new side to him was very sexy. Before they’d both been shy, she a little more so than he. But now…she had a feeling he could teach her quite a bit. He stood, and she rolled so that she was in the center of the bed, ass up.
“I like that view,” he said. He lay down next to her, his head propped up on a hand, his arm bent at the elbow. He rubbed her ass with his free hand. “Your skin is so soft.”
“It won’t be if you slap it,” she responded.
He gave her a light tap, one that made her lower region tingle.
“Slapping your bottom just means it will be soft and hot at the same time.” The next smack was harder. The tingle intensified. The third time his palm met her ass, her clit tightened.
“You know, if we had to spend thirteen years apart, I’m glad you used the time to learn a skill that will help give me an orgasm,” she said.
“Excuse me?” He slapped her ass more, alternating between sides. Felicia tried to roll away from him, but he’d sat up and put his butt on her thighs, effectively keeping her in place.
“You’re taking it wrong,” she said, not sure if she should be laughing. But this was so much fun, to feel his hard body on top of hers, even if his hand kept coming down on her butt.
He didn’t spank her long, just enough for her ass to tingle. When he stopped, he put one hand on either cheek and rubbed, faster and faster. The friction increased the need she already had for him to be inside her.
“Please, Ash.”
In response, he delivered a smart smack to each cheek. Felicia groaned. She pushed back as much as she could, considering the weight on her legs.
“That’s not what I meant,” she said, her voice breaking. “I need you inside me.”
“Do you?” He slapped each cheek again. Then he grabbed a handful of her flesh and squeezed. “Beg me.”
“Please!”
“Clearly you didn’t learn begging skills. Allow me to assist you.” He pressed his lips against her ear. His breath tickled her neck. Her nipples hardened; her clit pulsed. “Repeat after me.”
“Please, Ash, I need you,” Felicia repeated the phrase he’d said.
“You sound as if you’re at a garden party.” He had his legs on either side of her. His hard cock pressed into the crack between her ass cheeks. “Say it like you’re a porn star. Moan and groan and make me think you’re my nasty Felicia.”
Those last three words sent her head spiraling into a near orgasmic frenzy. His nasty Felicia.
“Fuck me, fuck me. Give it to me. Make me yours, please, please.” The erotic gasps filling the room were coming from her. She did indeed feel as if she were a porn star, but there was no cameraman, no director. Only her and Ash, which meant she could let go and be as nasty as he wanted her to be.
Felicia whimpered in need. Ash, she soon found out, was a great teacher.
“Let me hear it,” he said when she mumbled his name. He always punctuated his orders with a slap on her ass.
“Ash!” Felicia screamed out, unmindful of the people who might be in the rooms around them. “Fuck me. Give me your dick, hard and fast. Do it now! Stick it in me!”
This time her cries sounded perfect even to her
. When Ash reached for the condom that lay on the bed, she knew he thought the same thing. She heard him rip it open.
She lifted her hips and spread her legs as wide as she could. “Fuck me,” she said when she felt his heat behind her. “Take me, Ash.”
“Are you my nasty girl?” he asked deeply.
“Yes, always.”
He drove into her, his cock filling her completely. He grasped her hips and thrust faster, each one deeper than the last. She wanted to move so that she could put her fingers on her clit, but each hard push made her wonder if she were becoming part of the bed, her shoulders pressing into the soft cushion.
Each time he plunged into her, an incredible pressure built inside her. His dick pressed against a very sensitive spot, and the pressure built, the feeling that she was going to burst at the seams taking over her body.
When he hit the spot again, and then again, she exploded. This orgasm was not like the ones that came from playing with her clit. It felt like it was deeper inside her, starting at her core and moving outward. It took over, racing through her body until breathing became difficult.
After the sensations had faded, they were on their sides. Ash was behind her, breathing heavily. It actually matched the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She was covered in sweat, and when she put her hand over her shoulder to touch him, she realized he was too.
“I love you,” she whispered as he held her close.
“I love you too,” he said as he settled his face on her back. “As much as I hate the fact we were apart for so long, you were well worth the wait, my sweet Felicia.”
They didn’t say anything else as they lay, his arms wrapped around her, her hands grasping his muscular forearms. She didn’t care where else they went or what else was out there. As far as she was concerned, they could stay in this bed for the rest of their lives, and she’d be happy.
* * * *
They didn’t make the checkout time, and Ash had to pay extra money for the room. He didn’t seem to care, though. It didn’t take long to tour the Alamo, and it was after a trip to the gift shop, where she bought shirts for her family, that Ash declared it was time to “buy the fun stuff.”
The first thing they did was purchase a trailer for the motorcycle. After a trip to a sporting goods store they loaded it with a tent, pillows, an air mattress, cooler, and a camping stove complete with all the necessary equipment.
As they were paying for their purchases, Ash leaned toward the clerk and said something she didn’t catch. When the young man grinned at her, she was fairly certain what he’d asked. Sure enough, when they were back on the bike, Ash turned to her.
“Adult store, next stop. It’s on our way out of town.”
When they arrived, Ash told Felicia she couldn’t go inside. “I want the things I buy to be a surprise. If someone bothers you, press the horn. I’ll hear it. Plus I won’t be inside long.”
She sat and waited for him, and no one bothered her. As a matter of fact, no one else drove into the lot. The only other vehicles were two eighteen-wheelers parked at the end. She wondered if they were some of the vehicles they’d passed during the trip.
She wasn’t nearly as nervous today. She was ready to hit the road again, but more ready to find a place to stop for the evening so they could pitch a tent and she could see what Ash was purchasing.
They were going up through Lubbock so that Ash, a rock-and-roll fan, could see Buddy Holly’s grave. The next stop would be Palo Duro Canyon outside Amarillo for a few days of camping. From there, he said they’d catch I-40 for the five-hour drive to Santa Fe.
She was thinking about the stops and the trip when Ash came out of the building, one large sack in either hand.
“What you got there?” she asked innocently as he went to the back of the bike. She heard the top of the trailer lift and the rustle of sacks as Ash placed his new purchases with the old.
Without answering, he picked up his helmet. “Let’s get going.”
“Don’t I get a peek?”
“No, ma’am, you do not.” He settled himself in front of her. When he spoke again, she heard it through her helmet speaker. “If you keep bugging me, I might not give you anything to play with tonight.”
Felicia gasped in mock horror. “No cock?”
“No cock,” he replied.
“Bull.” She laughed. “You’d never make it that far.”
“Try me,” he said in a deadpan voice.
She tickled his side as he started up the bike. “You couldn’t live that long without me,” she whispered into the microphone.
He turned to look at her. He hadn’t lowered the shield on his helmet yet, and she could see the desire in his dark brown eyes.
“I’ve done it before,” he said before he grinned. “But it wasn’t much fun. I’d rather not do it again. Keep up the questions, young lady, and you might find yourself trying to guess what’s in the bag all the way to Santa Fe. No obey, no play.”
“You made a rhyme,” she said. “You’re just full of new skills, aren’t you?”
In response, he flipped down his visor. He chuckled as he said, “Babe, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
“I think I’ve heard that one before,” Felicia responded as she pulled down her own shield. She settled in her seat, her back pressed against the rest, her knees resting against Ash’s hips. It promised to be a good ride.
Chapter Five
“Tell me about this place again,” Felicia said as they rode. The traffic was considerably lighter up here, and the trip was very relaxing.
“My dad brought us here sometimes for inspiration. The colors are beautiful, and the landscape is amazing—a huge canyon in the middle of all this flat land. You’re going to love it.”
“I love you.” She ran her fingers up his sides.
“Watch it. I’m trying to concentrate on the road,” he said. But it didn’t sound to her as if he was upset that she was playing with him. Just the opposite, in fact. Yesterday was hard on him, she knew. They’d run into a thunderstorm before they’d reached Lubbock, and had finally had to pull over in a small town to wait it out.
They’d reached their destination late and fallen into bed, this time to sleep. They hadn’t even had sex when they’d woken up this morning, since they’d both slept later than they’d planned. After a whirlwind tour of the cemetery—mostly so Ash could see the sculptures—they’d headed toward Palo Duro Canyon.
As they neared their destination, the significance of it wasn’t lost on Felicia. She’d never been here, but she and Ash had been camping together before. In fact, it was their last trip together that had been their downfall, when her father had discovered that she wasn’t staying at Courtney’s house, as she’d said.
This would be the first time she’d pitched a tent with him since then, and she was a little nervous about it because of the way it tied into their past.
Ash didn’t respond to her question about the canyon. Instead he took her left hand and moved it to his thigh, right next to his cock.
Did she dare touch him while he was piloting the bike? A car passed them, and before she could decide what to do, Ash moved her hand, this time on top of his crotch. She scooted up so that she was pressed against him.
“Horny?” she asked. She really didn’t need him to answer the question. She could feel the response under his jeans. He was hard.
“Very.”
Heat rushed through her. “It’s only been a day.”
“Two days, really. All of yesterday and today.”
Felicia laughed. “Maybe we should find a room, then.”
“Not going to happen.” He exited the highway, and she noticed a sign that said the end of this leg of their journey was twenty-five miles to the right. “What I have planned is for a very private spot. I’m hoping there won’t be too many campers around.”
“Let me in on the secret?”
“Behave.” Even as he said it, he put his hand on hers and pushed down. She felt his dick pu
lse beneath his jeans. He adjusted his position, and she knew he needed to get off, and soon.
They drove a ways until they were past houses and out into empty country. When the main highway went to the left, Ash took a smaller road to the right. It wasn’t very long, but it was off the beaten path, even though the area was as flat as could be.
He brought the bike to a stop and turned to her.
“Off.” When she was standing, he got off and went to the trailer. She started to follow, stopping when he held up his hand. “I’ll be right back with a treat for you.”
“I like the sound of that.” She moved toward the front of the bike, thinking that although this area was devoid of trees, it really was very pretty. She was looking forward to seeing the canyon, which Ash had told her was billed as “The Grand Canyon of Texas.”
“I’m back,” he said, close enough that his breath tickled her neck. She turned to him and jumped when he grabbed one of her wrists and snapped a handcuff into place.
“What the—” Before she could finish the sentence, he’d grasped her other arm and snapped the cuff into place so that her hands were secured in front of her.
“Ash!”
Without answering he sat down on the bike, his back to the main highway, his legs spread wide in front of him. “Come here.” He was undoing his pants. Next thing she knew, his hard cock was sticking out of his jeans. “Jerk me off.”
“Excuse me?” Felicia glanced around them, her head moving so fast she felt as if the world were spinning. “Cover yourself, and get these things off me. We’re in public.”
Ash blinked innocently. “We’re not really in public.”
“I think a sheriff’s officer would think differently if he, or she, happened to come down the road to see if we needed help.”
He touched himself, sliding his finger up and down his shaft. The movement made the head of his cock peek out from the foreskin, and Felicia’s mouth watered. The idea of doing something so naughty was frightening. It was also very enticing.
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