Dirty Driver: Dark Crime Romance

by Alice May Ball

  His smile dropped off. It was a shock. I realized that I hadn’t seen him without it. Not completely. He was a different man.

  I started to say, “I’m…” and he laid his finger on my lips. It was hard. Strong. It smelled of him.

  He nodded. “Shh...”

  He traced my chin with his thumb. Tilted my face up. His ridiculously long eyelashes batted slowly as he looked over all of my face like he was mapping me. I watched as his lips flexed.

  I grabbed at his stiff, heavy belt. He seized my waist and hoisted me up. He took a long, deep, hard kiss from me. Pinned me against the door as he looked at me again. Then he lifted me higher. My back scraped up against the door. My dress pulled tight. My buttons strained.

  He lifted me and his firm lips kissed my neck. Then my throat. Then he started down my chest, shoving my thin dress out of the way of his greedy mouth. My fingers jammed in his hair and I felt the hard sculpture of his scalp. Inside, my core lit up at the approach of his mouth to my breast.

  I jolted. Everything inside me sparked up at once. His mouth, the kiss, the tension. I held him with everything I had. Inside I felt a surge of wild, tingling sensation and my knees were watery. The way I felt, it shouldn’t have come out of the blue, but somehow I wasn’t ready for it. This was not the man I should feel this way about. But I was carried on the current of emotion, like liquid electricity, surging, swirling and gathering.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist as he kissed, licked, and sucked my breast. I moaned as he tugged and sucked it until he had my hardened nipple stretching and lengthening between his lips.

  My thighs squeezed him tighter. The soft, yearning folds in my wet panties pressed and rubbed against the contours of his abs. From my core, I quivered as I clung everything I had around every part of him that I could reach.

  Inside me a storm raged. I wanted to trust him, to let go. I wanted to just be with him and feel. Ride the tide of emotion and tension and fear and relief. But I knew better. And I so much didn’t want to.

  He lifted me. Higher. Up and up until my head was bent over by the ceiling.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Ryan

  WITH HER TREMBLING THIGHS slung over my shoulders, the cool inside flesh of her legs tensed around my head. Pulses and trills trickled and tripped through her and I pushed my cheeks and my ears closer to feel them. My stubble scraped her soft skin, so I moved slowly, gently. Blowing, licking, and slowing my approach with nibbling kisses, I felt and listened for her breath.

  On the air as I got closer, I tasted her sweetness. The scent and the tang of her wet panties set my nerves alight and banged the drum of my pulse hard into the swell of my lengthening cock. She clawed at my hair and breathed my name in hot gasps. I teased around her mound and her hood with my breath and the tip of my tongue. The fabulous, soft globes of her wonderful ass twitched and clenched. I squeezed and kneaded them in my hands.

  My lips dragged and gently sucked on her mound. I blew along her thighs, especially the tops, loving the rising fragrance of her heat.

  “Haley,” I growled, and she shivered. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

  Her soaking panties were in front of my nose. She shook as I ran my tongue from below, between the cheeks of her gorgeous ass and slowly trickled up to her mound. My tongue rolled up and down the tops of her thighs.

  As I felt the currents and waves that flicked and flashed through her thighs and her hips, my body tuned in to hers. The thrill of feeling her pulses quicken, and of scenting her heat swell, made me harder still. I held her higher, tighter, and licked my way up the parting of her legs, past the sides of her panties to her shuddering, waiting, eager flesh. The tip of my tongue tripped across the buzzing folds of her petals, dipped in to taste the rising sweetness, and I kissed her there. Long and deep. I thought of the gleam in her eyes as I slid up the honey-sweet channel and felt the tender tremors in her walls.

  Her thighs tensed and gripped me, and she groaned and writhed as I licked and sucked and devoured her. My lips pressed and suckled her hood and her hips jumped as the tip of my tongue barely touched the base of her clit. Her whole body bent and folded around my head, like she was flexing, twisting to be more in my mouth.

  There was nothing I wanted more. After everything I’d put her through—all this poor, lovely, wonderful woman had had to endure, and all because of me—I was thrilled to be able to give her something. Something precious. Something she needed and deserved. My lips encompassed her, from her mound to the crack in her ass, and my tongue probed, parted and plunged into her petals, pressed, pushed and reached to the fold, high, deep, and soft. Tapping and trilling, I shook, twisted, and drove the tip of my tongue to feel her spasms. Her currents, her rises and turns, and her ascent from one plateau to the next was music to me.

  Gripping her ass, I pulled her tighter, closer, driving my mouth and my tongue for more contact with her lips and her walls, stretching my tongue longer, farther, and deeper to stroke the edges of her inner folds, to part them and push her higher.

  Whenever she moaned my name, I called back, “Yes. Haley.”

  When her moan was deep I took her higher. If I heard the edge of a sob, I trilled my tongue faster and touched more lightly. Her fingers raked through my hair and her thighs and her stomach arched and curled tighter around me. When she clenched, I pressed and dove to drive her on.

  Her hips bucked in my mouth and I knew she was rising inside, coming to a higher pitch. I sucked as I shoved my tongue in and up, making longer strokes, flattening it as I slid it gently over her hood, thicker and harder as I flowed firm into her, and then with forceful vibrations as my lips pressed around hers and my tongue reached her, high and deep inside. One shoe fell and her legs crossed tight behind my back. Her juices flowed and filled my greedy, eager mouth. Her buttocks trembled as I squeezed her in my hands, pulling her rhythmically apart and together. Tighter and looser. Deep and shallow. Hard and soft. Wet and hot.

  She shouted, “Ryan!”

  “You’re beautiful.” I know she felt the hard vibration of my voice as I said it, straight into her. “Haley, you are fucking beautiful.” I felt her quiver as the hot column of air pushed my voice inside her. “You are the most beautiful woman on Earth.” She shuddered and quaked and I dove deeper with my tongue, moved my lips to kiss her more completely and pressed a rhythm, deep and unrelenting, all the way into her.

  She was wet. She drenched my face. I rubbed the stubble on my chin, my nose, and my mouth against her. Soaked up every drop that I could of her sweet gush. Her body shook and shuddered, gripped around my head, hard, tight, and desperate. My head and ears burned from the rub of her thighs. My face was raw as she rocked herself faster and harder against me. She shouted and moaned. And I lapped, licked, and lashed my tongue faster and thicker, longer and deeper.

  “Ryan!” she shouted. “Ryan, fuck!” And as I squeezed her ass, she cried out. I tasted a deeper note in the pulse of her juices. The wet folds of her dress clung to my face and I felt her wrench at the buttons to pull it open and peel it off. The welcoming, ample softness of her breasts brushed against my head. I wanted to reach up and cup them. Squeeze them. Feel her heartbeat and her shudders through their lovely, rippling bounce. But I couldn’t bear to take a finger from the grip of her ass, the tops of her thighs.

  As I widened and flattened my tongue to lick up along her petals—lick her all the way inside—and lay a wet, soft wave over the hot, hard buzz of her clit—Haley shouted my name again. Her breasts and thighs, her stomach, and her sweet lips all melted around me and squeezed as I reamed her with my strong, shaking, shuddering tongue.

  Her walls trembled as she gripped me. I knew to stay deep and hard. My tongue flexed and stretched as she cried out and quaked. Long and hard, deep and firm, I filled her until she crumpled and fluttered, soft, gentle, and spent. Her little ripples of sounds were a floating, bubbling song with no words. Sounds like a kitten asleep, stretching and dreaming.

  I scooped
her into my arms and carried her to the bed. Her eyes fluttered as I laid her across the mattress. Dozy, she tugged at my belt. Her dress was open. The bra was unfastened and hanging. The soft blue cotton of her little panties was drenched and askew. One shoe hung from her toe.

  I lifted the shoe and put it on the floor. Slid off the wreck of her panties. Then I couldn’t stop myself from fluttering butterfly kisses on her stomach, in her navel, and onto her sweet mound and her swollen lips. The shake of her belly as she chuckled pumped a hot pulse in my aching cock.

  Slipping the strap of her bra out through one armhole, then the whole bra out from the other, I left her tangled, disheveled, and barely clothed in the wet, rumpled remains of her dress. Unclothed and unkempt, but almost unbearably beautiful.

  My heart pounded. I didn’t deserve a moment with this wonderful woman. Yet here she was. It hurt to think that I was all the protection she had. But I would protect her. Whatever it took.

  I moved to cover her with my body, my legs bracketing hers. She deserved much better than me, I was in no doubt, but as long as I was all she had, I would give her all that she needed. Propped on my elbows, I gazed in wonder at her.

  “You’re fabulous,” I told her. “You are the sexiest, most delicious woman I have ever seen. You’re perfect.”

  She reached for my belt again. I plucked a kiss from her soft lips. Brushed the hair from her forehead.

  Her eyes went down to my mouth as her fingers stroked the sharp stubble on my jaw. Our tongues met and our lips caressed. It was a kiss like no other kiss had been. Not for me. It was a taste, a meeting, an approval, and an acceptance. But so perfect. Again, her fingers slid down to my belt.

  “Come on, Jacker,” she murmured. “Break in. Drive me away.”

  My fingers traced her lips.

  She tugged at my belt. Even half-asleep, she was determined. My cock was so huge and hard it hurt, trapped inside my jeans. Her lips parted, wet and soft. Her breasts were so beautiful. I leaned down to kiss them, to cup and feel them and rest my head in their gorgeous warmth. To suck on them. Squeeze them into my mouth. She bucked, and her back arched slowly as her nipple slipped wet in between my lips. It hardened when my tongue flicked it.

  I kissed her between her breasts then pulled back up, gazing into her eyes. I wrestled my belt open and snapped the rivet buttons on my jeans. As soon as the buttons parted, Haley gasped.

  “Oh, my God.” Her voice grated as her shaking fingers reached toward my rod. Her eyes rolled, dreamy and dazed. When she touched the soft cotton veiling it, she jolted at the hardness, the heat and the weight of my pulsing flesh. She gulped and licked her lips as she prepared to roll the elastic waist of my boxer briefs down and free the python.

  I held her breast, stroked her neck, and traced her ribs. The flesh of her lip reddened as she chewed it in anticipation. An inward breath caught in her throat as her eyes widened and the heft of my cock fell out free in front of her.

  She leaned up and put her arms around my waist. Her breasts squeezed against my pelvis. Between the billows of them, the ache in my cock grew urgent. Insistent. The damp warmth of her breath fanned against my chest and I struggled to keep my hips from bucking to drill my cock through the soft alley of her breasts.

  Her hair flowed in my fingers and smelled like summer. She kissed my chest and my ribs. We rocked together and my cock slid in between the warm sides of her luscious cleavage like a piston in a chamber. I yanked up my shirt to feel the hot hardness of her nipples on my stomach and ribs. The friction was enough to lift my blood pressure and temperature both.

  The pulse in my shaft made me groan. It was hard to hold off now.

  I flipped her over. Pulled her up by her pelvis. Dragged her fabulous ass to meet my hips. I reached down and felt the sweet river of honey and helped it slather over her plump lips. The back of my rod slid along them. Nosed up under her hood. Nuzzled and grazed the bottom of her clit. Her lips wrapped my length as I drew it back and forth, deeper, higher and closer.

  “Now,” she moaned. “Now, Ryan. Put me in gear.”

  Her petals parted so perfectly.

  “Steal me,” she whispered. “Take me.”

  She was soft, so wet, and warm, waiting, tilting her hips, eager to ease my entry. I cupped her breast as I slid inside. Her walls welcomed me, sucked and caressed me.

  Along the fat length of my shaft, I felt the vibration of her moan. The ridge of my underside scraped the front of her opening. Inside, the head of my cock divided and parted her sweet, soft, trembling walls.

  She pulled up her dress and tried to shrug it off. Our skin came alive as it touched, like a whole other being got free. The perfect dip in her back deepened and she shouted my name as I split her wide.

  My name formed on her breath and it spurred me on. My thighs slapped her buttocks into waves as I slammed up to my hilt inside her. She shuddered and shouted, and when she reached between her trembling thighs, cupped and squeezed my balls, and stroked the hot length of my cock as it drove into her and slammed her, my body broke free of my control.

  Pulling her hard onto me, I slapped her ass. She jolted in clenching spasms. I slapped her again. She shouted my name, “Ryan! Yes!” and gripping her hips, I hammered her ass.

  “Yes!” she shouted again in a desperate sob. I took a fistful of her hair, “God, yes, Ryan!” The backs of her thighs and her ass slapped and reddened against my hips, and the whole of me tensed and expanded in pulses, just as she contracted and pulled and my cock exploded with gushes of thick, hot cum.

  I gripped and held her tight to me as I poled into her, wild and unrestrained. Her arms flailed and she shook all over and her voice was hoarse, wet, and soft as she said my name again. “Ryan…”

  She collapsed in my arms. I held her as currents of tremors trickled and rolled through her.

  It wasn’t how I’d wanted it to be. I had wanted to watch her. See her eyes shine, watch her lips part. See her smile. Make it special. I was right. I anticipated it, and I knew it. The moment my cock had slid inside her soft, hugging wetness and felt her tug on me, I’d lost control. I wanted to stay there forever. I never wanted it to be anywhere but rocking deep inside her eager heat. And when I heard her say my name the way she did, I couldn’t hold back.

  What I’d done so often in the past, I had wanted to do so differently with Haley. It was just more confirmation, clearer evidence that I didn’t deserve her. And still, with all it hadn’t been, that was the most wonderful time of my whole, sorry life.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Hayley

  IT COULD HAVE BEEN two hours later. It might have been ten minutes. All I knew was that it wasn’t time for me to wake up, but there was something I had to know. Something bad. Strange how, even when you’re fast asleep and dead to the world, the sound of someone trying to speak so you can’t hear them will set something in the brain wide awake.

  Exhausted, I had wrapped myself around Ryan’s body and nestled inside the dark scents of his muscles. Even as I was dozy, drifting back and forth across the blurry edge of consciousness, I knew that however wonderful it felt, however right, this couldn’t be. Not for more than a little while.

  I expected a little longer than what we got, though.

  While I curled up in the hot ridges of his glistening, velvet flesh, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold onto a criminal, a renegade, like Ryan. There was no way it could work out, not for a man like him and a girl like me. He should have been headed for LA, if he had any sense. If he could find a way to use his talents, there was no limit to where a start in the movies could take a guy with his looks.

  Since he didn’t have any sense, he would probably sign on with whatever gangster put himself up to fill the vacuum that Gregor’s arrest would leave. There was a vacancy on the streets. Mobster required. Would suit psychopathic sadist. Candidates with experience of murderous treachery preferred.

  As we dozed together, he put on the news and we heard about the raid, and how “P
olice arrested four men who they think may also have been responsible for the robbery a few days ago.”