Her Ride

by Rachael Orman

“Fine…” Ellis started, but I cut him off.

  “No telling Patrick. I’m not dealing with all his shit when this fling between us will be over in a month and a half.” I looked at his face and could tell he wanted to argue, but finally, he simply nodded once. He didn’t like sneaking around would be my best guess, but I knew my over protective brother would have a heart attack if he found out his best friend and baby sister were sleeping together. Not to mention, who knew what he’d do to Ellis. Leaning forward, I closed the distance between us and planted a soft kiss on his lips. “Now go do whatever it is that Patrick needs you for. I’m going to take an extremely hot shower.”

  “Okay, baby.” Ellis stood, reaching down to help me stand. He kissed the back of my hand before leaving me alone in the room. I stripped and walked to the bathroom before turning on the water so it’d heat up since it always took a few minutes. Once it finally heated up, I stepped into the shower, sighing at the relaxing heat beating down on my tense shoulders. I washed my body and hair before stepping from the shower. On the counter, there was a towel waiting for me; I hadn’t left one there. When I turned towards the door, I smiled to see Ellis leaning against the door frame watching me. "Looks like I got here just in time.”

  I smiled and took my time, slowly dragging the towel over my legs, stomach, breasts, then my arms, and finally my hair. After wringing out the water from my hair, I wrapped the towel around my body under my arms and picked up the brush from the counter. Another item Ellis had gotten for me. Casually, I ran the brush through my hair, all the while watching Ellis in the mirror. I could see his sizable erection straining through his jeans. It made me smile that he was holding himself back even with such strong evidence that he was attracted. Once I was done, I set the brush down and turned towards him. “So, are you here for any specific reason or did you just want to watch my after shower routine?”

  He shook his head as I locked eyes with him. Dropping my towel to the ground, I picked up my lotion, squeezing out a palmful of it. As I lifted one foot, I kept my eyes on his, placing it on the counter so I could liberally slather lotion over my calf and up my thigh before lowering it to the ground. I turned my back to him as I repeated the motion on my other leg, moving slowly, massaging the lotion into my skin all the way up my leg. I looked into the mirror as I ran my hands over my stomach and up over my breasts. Using more lotion than normal, I massaged my breasts, making my nipples hard before moving up my neck then down my arms.

  I bent at my waist to pick up the discarded towel to wrap it around my hair. When I stood straight again, Ellis was right behind me, his hand slipping between my thighs, sliding against my pussy. The feeling of my completely nude body against his fully clothed body made me that much hotter.

  “I couldn’t take you flashing that pretty little pussy at me anymore. I need you. I need to feel you, touch you. I can’t wait anymore.” Ellis groaned into my ear as his hand disappeared from my hip. His other hand separated my pussy lips to find my swollen clit, circling it with his finger. When I felt his bare cock press against my lower back, I realized he’d been releasing himself from his jeans. Reaching behind me, I wrapped my hand around his engorged penis to pump in time with the circles he was teasing me with. When his hand slipped down farther and his fingers pressed into me, I leaned my head back against him, reaching up with my other hand to grab onto his neck for support.

  As two of his thick fingers pressed into me, I nearly lost my balance from the sheer bliss that surged through me. My pussy throbbed around them, already incredibly wet from being teased so much. I could see him in the mirror, but the pleasure from his fingers sliding in and out of me had my eyes closing, my back arching against him. His other hand slid up my stomach to cup one of my breasts, teasing and twisting my nipple as I ground my hips against his fingers. A whimper left my lips before I could hold it back. I needed the release I could feel building as much as I needed my next breath. My toes were curling into the rug under my feet as my fingers dug into the back of his neck. My hand continued to slide up and down his cock in erratic jerks, no longer thinking about pleasuring him as I was blinded by my own need to finally have that ecstasy wash over me. My orgasm hit me in a blinding white, scream inducing wave. My hips bucked against his hand as I moaned loudly, barely holding myself up as my knees locked. After a few moments, my brain and body reconnected and a slow, lazy smile spread over my face as I gazed at Ellis in the mirror.

  Shifting his feet, Ellis used his hand to slide the blunt head of his cock from my clit to my entrance and back again. After teasing me back and forth multiple times, he finally sank his large erection into me. The invasion had me arching my back as pleasure seared through me; my pussy stretching to accommodate him. His hands came to rest on my hips as he roughly slammed balls deep into me. My whole body shook with each meeting of our hips. I looked into the mirror to lock eyes with him as he continued the intense pounding. Just as I started to clench down on him, my release almost within reach, he slid from my body. Groaning, I turned to look at him. He kicked off his boots, jeans and underwear before clawing at the back of his shirt to pull it off and toss it to the ground. Scooping me up in his arms, he moved us to the bed, sitting me on the edge before sitting next to me.

  “Over my lap.” Ellis gave me an impatient look as he scooted back enough to give me room. When I didn’t move, he reached out and gently grabbed my arm. "Now. You were a bad girl thinking I would ever let you get hurt. How many spankings do you think you deserve? Hm? I think five.”

  I didn’t respond. I don’t think I could have. I was already incredibly turned on and to finally get that little nip of pain that I so secretly desired, there were no words. I crawled over his lap, avoiding his throbbing erection, to place my ass squarely across his lap. Never in my dreams did I think he would have gone this route. I had figured he’d just playfully slap my ass while we fucked, like most guys did. Ellis had seen through me, straight to what I truly desired.

  “Mmm. Yes, look at your sweet round ass.” Ellis groaned as he squeezed one of my ass cheeks. “You were made for me. You can deny it. You can try to run from it, but I will chase you, Ryan.” His hand came down on one cheek; the cracking sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room. The stinging burn had my pussy throbbing as I bit down on my lip. Ellis’ fingers slid between my thighs to tease my clit briefly before the impact of his hand met my other ass cheek.

  “Oh!” I moaned loudly.

  “You like that, hm?” Ellis asked slapping me twice more, landing one on each cheek quickly. He wasn’t holding back either. Each sharp contact was hot, stinging, burning, and felt simply delicious. He had me writhing in his lap, rubbing myself against his thighs. When the final slap came down between my thighs, against my already throbbing pussy, I climaxed. It was hands down the best sexual experience I’d ever had. Ellis lifted me off his lap before laying down next to me on the bed. His fingertips skating up the center of my back. "You okay?”

  “Mmm.” I sighed contently with my eyes still closed. Fighting the temptation to drift off to sleep, I pushed my eyelids open as the corners of my lips pushed up in a relaxed smile. “Great."

  “Good. I was afraid it’d be too much for you.” A half smile flitted across his lips before disappearing again. “You know… after everything.”

  “There is a difference between wanting it and being forced to do it.” I rolled onto my side and scooted closer to him, twining our legs together. Sinking my hand into his hair, I ran my thumb over the side of his face. "With you, I want to. Call me sick. Call me twisted. I liked it. A lot.”

  “I’ll stick with calling you sexy.”

  “How about you stick it to me?” I smiled broadly and rolled him over onto his back. Before I could sink down on his cock, he rolled us again so he was on top of me.

  “I don’t think so, little lady.” Ellis chuckled as he sat back on his knees. Flipping me over so I was on my stomach, he pulled back on my hips so I was up on my knees, ass in the air. “I want to watch
this beautiful pink ass bounce.” His cock easily slipped into my ready body as he held tightly to my hips. Pulling back until just the head of his cock was in me. He slammed back into me, forcing a loud groan to escape me with each hard thrust. He continued to slowly slide out then slam back into me until we were both moaning and groaning. Finally, he sped up to a quick, steady rhythm, which instantly had me tensing and squeezing down on him as pleasure washed over me. Moments later, he pulled from my body, his hand shuttling up and down on his cock until his come spewed out and over my back and ass.

  Ellis climbed from the bed as my knees gave out and slid out from under me. When he returned, he used the t-shirt he’d been wearing to clean me off before climbing into the bed with me. He pulled me into his arms and rested my head on his firm, warm chest where I could hear his heart beating strong and steady under my ear. I hadn’t meant to, but I drifted off as he slowly trailed his fingers over my back.

  When I awoke, I was still wrapped in Ellis’ arms, and I instantly smiled at the warmth it sent through my body realizing that even when he slept, he had a firm grip on me. I laid there in the dark, gently tracing the muscles in his chest. I didn’t know what woke me up, but I chose to take the quiet, peaceful time to admire the man that put fear into the crowd of tough men in the club, yet didn’t hesitate to give me whatever I needed, no matter what it was. His hard body and tough persona was such a drastic difference to the caring and tender lover I got to experience. He had professed numerous times how much he cared for me. I didn’t believe it. I don’t think I was capable of accepting that kind of emotion or dedication.

  I had strong feelings for him, but I also knew that I had business that I had to take care of in DC. Business that I had been putting off for as long as I could, but it was time that I faced it and dealt with it. I hadn’t decided how much I would tell my brother and Ellis, but I supposed that could wait a little while longer to figure out. I didn't want to think about it; I had kept it shoved down in the back of my mind since I had arrived home and I planned to keep it there for as long as I could.

  “What are you thinking about?” Ellis’ sleep roughened voice in the dark caused me to jump before I leaned back a bit so I could look up at his shadowed face.

  “You.” Smiling softly, I looked deep into his eyes. “Thinking about when to leave for DC.”

  “Well, after tonight, I’m sure Wrench will want to make sure there is no fall out, not to mention deal with the fact that Monk should’ve realized something was going on and that will have to be dealt with as well. But I think by the end of next week, we should be okay to leave. I’ll have to spend some time figuring out where we are staying and how long it’ll take to get there.” Ellis’ hand was softly tracing up and down my back as he spoke.

  “Well, since I don’t have to be there for a bit yet, I was thinking of making it a long ass road trip, stopping off to see the sights along the way, just slowly making my way up there. Make it the trip of my life, you know. The one that all other trips will compare to." I smiled as I continued to run my fingers through the grooves and indents in his abdomen.

  “I have no issue with that. Might get tired riding on a bike that much, but it can be done.”

  “I don’t want to drive in a car. I want to feel the wind and road the whole way.” It was my only requirement. I wouldn't budge on that.

  “Then, let’s make it happen. Plan to leave in two weeks?” Ellis said after thinking a moment.

  “Deal. Now go back to sleep so I can ogle your body some more.” I laughed when he tickled me before giving me a soft kiss on the lips.

  “You go back to sleep before I get hard and have to fuck you senseless again.” Ellis teased but I could already tell he was half asleep again.

  The weekend had arrived and I was in my bathroom, curling my hair in a pair of panties and a bra. Already sweating from the heat of the blow dryer and then the curling iron, I didn’t want to add more clothes that would just make me sweat more. Once my hair was curled in big round spirals, I sat on my bed and let the overhead fan cool me down as I slowly pulled on my thigh high panty hose. I was dressing a bit skanky; it didn't matter what anyone said, it would be the last time I went out before getting on the road next week, and I was going to party it up. Slipping on my four inch heels, I danced around my room in just my lingerie to an imaginary beat. Spotting myself in the mirror, I shoved my hands into my hair and lifted the mass of curls from my back rotating my hips before dipping low, pushing my knees outward, squatting down. Throwing my hair around, I stood back up and laughed at myself.

  “Do that again. I want to see your pussy in the mirror.” Ellis was in my room again, and the hunger in his eyes heated me even from across the room. Slowly, he closed the distance between us as he cataloged what I had on. “Thigh highs, lacy panties, and a bra. That’s what you are wearing tonight? I don’t think so. That’s what you wear for me right before I fuck you, not out to a bar. Not unless you want me to spank that perky little ass, right now.”

  “Don’t tease me like that.” I bit down on my lower lip as I gazed into his green eyes. “I just put these panties on; don’t get them wet already.”

  “Well, I was just coming to see if you were ready to go yet. You, however, were the one dancing around like a sex kitten.” Ellis bit my bottom lip and squeezed my ass before walking backwards, towards the door. “Hurry up ‘cause I’m barely keeping myself from fucking that delicious body right now.”

  “Get out.” I laughed as I quickly pulled a tight dress over my body; it was low cut and barely covered the lacy tops of my panty hose. Fluffing my hair, I checked the mirror one more time to make sure the makeup I’d applied earlier was still looking good. Passing my own inspection, I went to meet everyone. As I carefully stepped down the stairs, someone whistled from the group of ten or so guys waiting near the front door. “Shut up. Let's go, assholes.”

  “You heard the lady.” Brew opened the front door and everyone filed out, heading towards their respective bikes. I stood and debated on what I was going to do. I certainly wasn’t riding my own bike in a dress this short. If I went to Ellis, would anyone notice? Before I could decide, Brew walked up to my side. “You need a ride, Ryan? I got room on my bike.”

  “Great, thanks.” I smiled and glanced over to where Ellis was trying to keep a grin off his face. I knew he’d rather I ride with him, but he also knew he had no competition or anything to worry about with Brew. The ride was quick to the bar that Brew and Monk had taken me to before. Monk wasn’t with us tonight though; he was on shit duty after the other night with Sludge. I didn’t ask what his punishment was because I didn't want to know. I felt bad he was in trouble because he failed to protect me, but I didn’t feel bad for exactly the same reason. We all make mistakes, right?

  We made a scary sight, I’m sure. Everyone made sure they got out of our way as our group made their way inside the bar. If the guys walked up to a table, it was vacated moments later, so there was no issue of where to sit. Even after everything, this group didn’t scare me. They were mostly just rough, hard asses on the outside and softies on the inside. Well, I guess you just had to find your way past the incredibly tall walls that kept most people out, but since a lot of these guys had known me for years before I left for the military, I was a little sister and had my own way in.

  I spotted the bartender; it was the same guy as last time. What was his name? Oh, right, James. Walking up to the bar, I smiled as he approached me. It took a moment before recognition crossed his features.

  “Hey, lady. You are the trouble maker. It’s hard to forget that saucy attitude and sexy body.” James pressed his hands against the bar, looking like he'd been behind the bar for many years, “What can I get you?”

  “Tequila XO. Two, please.” I asked sweetly. It was a twist on my usual shot of tequila with salt and lime. It was tequila topped with whipped cream. The cream actually cut the bite from the tequila and hey, you got to lick the cream off your lip when you were done sometime
s. James slid them over in front of me and I tossed one back before handing him cash with a hefty tip. He winked at me with a suggestive smile, but I only laughed and walked away. Setting my shot down on the table, where a group of the guys had gathered, I sat on a stool and attempted to pull down my dress, trying to keep my lady parts somewhat covered.

  “You know we are gonna have to give you a new riding name soon.” Slider, one of the guys I’d known for years, said. I tossed back my shot and quickly licked my lips as he was talking.

  “Why?”

  “Cause suddenly you’ve been showing off all your girly ways. You used to be one of the guys. Now you’re putting on slinky dresses and flirting.” Slider shrugged.

  “Or I’m just not the little girl I once was. I’m still the bitch that’ll put you in line if you step out over it, though. I can demonstrate that if you’d like,” I joked, flexing my arm as he laughed and reached over to slap my shoulder.

  “There’s the girl I know.” He was about to say something else but the ho train had obviously realized we were there. That was the worst part of hanging out with the guys. They could be easily distracted by a pair of tits and a nice ass. A slinky redhead slid into Slider’s lap and that ended our conversation.

  Rolling my eyes, I returned to the bar to get more alcohol. I wasn’t waiting for one of the few waitresses to make their way to our table, and it was an excuse to get away from the bimbos that had surrounded our table. They were more than willing to sleep with the guys just because they rode bikes and would bust the teeth of anyone that tried to get in their way. As I scooted up to the bar, I pulled the back of my dress down, making sure I kept my cheeks covered.

  “Three more, James,” I called out when he glanced at me for more than a second. He nodded and finished the drinks he was working on, and then made mine. With a wink and a smile, he set three shots in front of me then drifted off to help another customer. I'd have to pay for these the next time I came back for another round. Things were getting busy, and a crowd was starting to press in around the small bar. I tossed back a shot then lifted the other two above my head as I twisted and turned to slither my way through the booze seeking herd.