Rough Ride

by Green, A. S.

  Tess rolls her eyes at my innuendo but before she can make a sarcastic retort, Sadie grabs her hand and tosses her hair at me. Christ, what a pistol. That little girl’s going to give some man a run for his money someday.

  As Sadie leads Tess across the loop toward the water, Tess looks over her shoulder at me, and I give her a wink. I’m not sure, but I think she responds by giving me a little extra sway in those bikini-clad hips. It says, You sure you want to play, Cowboy? Because I will wipe the floor with you.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Tess

  Another week has passed. Seline’s pink eye has cleared, and I’m back in the stables. The short break from Luke has only worsened the situation and I’m as high strung as one of his guitar strings.

  My sexual frustration is now fucking with my sleep, not to mention my appetite. I swear I’ve lost ten pounds in the last three weeks, and my jeans are hanging loose on my hips.

  Luke has noticed. I know this when, after dinner, I exit alone only to hear a throaty groan behind me when I get outside. I skitter to a stop like a startled colt.

  There’s no need to turn around; I know who it is, especially when he gets so close I can feel his breath against my hair. His voice comes out sounding strangled.

  “For the love of God, woman, get yourself a belt.”

  I self-consciously tug up my jeans. Then all my muscles lock when I feel the light glide of his finger along the back of my waistline.

  “I can see the top of your thong,” he says, plucking at it. “And my cock can’t take it.”

  “Luke,” I whisper. My eyes dart around the loop to see who might be paying attention, but everyone is scrambling to get ready for movie night on the loop.

  “How wet are you right now?”

  If I hadn’t been before, I am now. “Drenched. Dripping for you.”

  “God,” he groans. “What I wouldn’t give to stretch that sweet pussy around my cock. I should have done it when I had the chance.”

  My body starts trembling, hating the rules we’ve set for ourselves. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “Yeah, you should have.”

  When I turn around, Luke is gone.

  * * *

  Later that evening, after the flag lowering, the traditional rounds of campfire songs, and popsicles that have left the kids’ tongues blue and their hands sticky, we all gather on the loop to sit together and watch a movie the Marsdens have deemed appropriate for all ages. Grease.

  I don’t know if it’s because they think all the sexual innuendo will go over the littlest kids’ heads, or if it’s because it’s gone over Mr. and Mrs. Marsden’s heads, but the two of them are dressed up as Danny and Sandy and grinning ear-to-ear. They’re standing beside a fifteen-foot frame over which they’ve stretched a taut white bed sheet. Behind us, a projector is aimed at the screen.

  I’m scanning the crowd, looking for Luke. Always looking for Luke. But I can’t find him anywhere. When the outdoor lights go out, casting us all into darkness, and the opening scene flickers against the sheet, I give up.

  I find a spot at the very back of the crowd and at the farthest edge. I figure I can slip away easily this way and no one will miss me if I head out before it’s over.

  Surprisingly, though, I stick around and make it to the scene where Danny comes to the school carnival in a letterman’s sweater, and Sandy decides to go bad.

  And that’s when I feel the presence I’ve been so hungry for, close at my back.

  On screen, Danny Zuko is telling the T-Birds how much Sandy means to him. I want to hear those words so badly from Luke.

  “Tess,” he says in my ear, and a shiver runs through me. I glance around at the closest campers. They’re either engrossed in the movie or fast asleep.

  “Tess,” he says again, and it sounds like my name causes him serious pain. “You asked me before if I’d be happy to have a break from you. Let me tell you this. I lose interest in most things. But the horses. This camp. You. Those are the exceptions to the rule. My interest in you... God, help me... I can’t shake it. You’re worth the risk of getting caught. You’re worth...maybe...everything.”

  Tell me about it, stud. Up on the screen, Sandy licks her teeth. I lean back into Luke, and try to play it as cool as she does. Luke takes my weight.

  “I hate telling each other no,” Luke whispers in my ear. It sounds like he’s pleading his case to a jury. “It’s like lying to ourselves day after day. The things I want to do—”

  “What do you want to do, Luke?”

  He doesn’t answer right away. I hear him swallow. “Touch you.”

  “Where?”

  This time his voice is still quiet but confident. “Everywhere.”

  “Where?” I ask again, growing bolder and demanding specifics.

  “Here,” he says, tracing his finger over the curve of my ear.

  “Here.” He drags his finger down the side of my neck. His hand finds my breast in the dark, and his fingers give my nipple a delicious roll. “Here.”

  “Luke,” I say, but it sounds more like a sigh.

  “I could never get tired of you, Tess. I want more of you. I want to give you more of me.”

  “Yes.”

  “When camp is over, you can stay with me.” I know he’s fantasizing now. That’s the thing about camp. When it’s over, the bonds will remain, the friendships will rekindle the following summer when everyone comes back, but camp and the real world won’t ever mix.

  Still, Luke goes on as if he’s not even more aware of this than I am. “We could stay in my camper. Travel. Explore the world. Explore each other. Do you want that?”

  “I want everything with you,” I whisper back in the darkness, careful not to wake the sleeping campers in front of me.

  His strong hands grip my shoulders and he digs into my tense muscles. His mouth is so close to my ear, his lips brush the outer shell. “You’d let me lay you on my bed, strip you bare, slip my cock into you?”

  “God, yes.”

  The tip of his tongue touches my lobe. “I’d make you come hard, Tess. So hard, you’d feel it for hours.”

  My lips tip up in a smile. “Yeah, okay.”

  Luke clicks his tongue like that was the wrong answer. “After all I’ve shown you, you don’t believe me?”

  I don’t believe him. I know, after everything we’ve shared so far, he’ll be good. More than good. But not supernaturally good. One of us has to live in the real world.

  “I guess I’ll have to remind you.” He reaches one long arm around me, and grabs the waistband of my pants. He tugs, and the seam in my jeans rides up tight against my clit. It’s enough to make me gasp, and I can feel the smug grin on his lips against my neck.

  With the subtlest of movements, Luke sets up a rhythm ratcheting me higher without ever really touching me. Within minutes, he’s got me riding a razor’s edge, and when I make a little squeak he knows he’s got me.

  “Shit... Luke...oh, God.”

  I am so close to release. Right there. Oh. Oh. Jesus. Everything pulls up tight. Hovers there on the cusp. I’m going to... I’m going to come. I suck air through my teeth and—goddamn it—Luke chooses that very moment to let go of my waistband.

  Wait. What?

  He leans back on his hands. My body slumps against him with fatigue.

  “Don’t ever doubt me, Tess.” Then he nips at my ear.

  “Noted.” He isn’t really going to leave me hanging like this though, is he?

  “You really up for anything with me?” He pulls my hair away from my neck, pushing it over my left shoulder. He kisses me once. Bites, then soothes the mark with his tongue.

  Oh, no, he is not leaving me hanging. “Finish what you started, Luke.”

  “I intend to. Just answer my question.”

  Up on screen, the Pink Ladies and T-
Birds are worried they’ll never see each other again.

  “Yes. I told you. Anything.”

  Luke gives me a little push on the shoulder, and I sit forward. I feel the absence of him and when I look behind me, there’s no one there. I turn back to the front. Danny and Sandy are riding into the sky in a 1950s convertible. I never understand this part.

  The outdoor lights switch on, and I wonder if I understand anything at all.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Tess

  After the movie ends, it’s lights out for campers, including the CITs because we’re supposed to set a good example. This gives me way too much time to lie in bed, wide awake, thinking of Luke. Tonight my thoughts are filled with the words he whispered in my ear and the image of his cock sliding into me.

  I want that so bad.

  By one o’clock, I still can’t sleep and decide a hot shower might relax me enough to push me over into dreamland. Careful not to wake my cabinmates, I throw a short terrycloth robe over my summer nightie, grab a towel, and traipse across the loop toward the lodge.

  A motion-detector light flicks on as I get close to the bathroom door, and I quietly slip inside. There are three shower stalls. I take the one farthest from the door, turn on the hot water and strip. Then I stand under the spray until all of the night’s tension runs down the drain.

  As my body slowly relaxes from the heat, my hand drifts between my legs. I barely realize what I’m doing until my fingers find the tiny nub. It’s sensitive at first, but after circling it a few times, it swells, begging for more.

  I give it what it wants, flattening the pads of my fingers against it, getting rough. It’s good, but things are building too slowly. Nothing like what Luke was able to draw out of me in a matter of seconds.

  I try to help things along by grabbing my breast and squeezing. I imagine it’s Luke’s hand. I hear his voice in my head. Undress for me. Lie down. Just hold me in your mouth. Gonna make you come. You’ll feel it for hours. I imagine the feel of his finger trailing along the back of my thong.

  Oh, God. Oh, God. Here we go. It’s building faster. I’m on the edge. Close. So goddamn close.

  But that’s where I stay.

  I groan in frustration and slap my hand against the wall. I can’t get myself over the hump. Whatever I do, it’s not enough. After Luke, what will ever be enough?

  It’s no use. I turn off the water and wrap the towel around my wet hair, feeling pissed. The motion detectors activate when I exit the bathroom, and the light glances off the large, silver trailer at the edge of the trees, between the lodge and the beach. Luke’s silhouette is sharp and predatory against the metallic sheen.

  “Come to me.” he says.

  I don’t walk. I run.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Tess

  When I leave the arc of amber light and hit the shadows, I leap into Luke’s arms. He spins me around, unlatches the trailer door, and carries me inside. The towel unwinds from my hair and hits the floor with a soft swoosh.

  This is where Luke lives. I’m in Luke’s home. Amazing! But my excitement is tempered by concern. “Are you sure?” I ask. “What about your job?”

  “Fuck my job.” His hand digs into my ass while his other hand tears my robe off my shoulders. It joins the towel on the floor.

  His daring ignites my own courage. “I’d rather that you fucked me.”

  “That, too,” he says. “Are you on the pill?”

  “Yeah.”

  Luke slides his hand under my nightie then groans when he finds me bare. He reaches farther and discovers my tender flesh already swollen. His lips move against mine. “What were you doing in the shower, Tess?”

  “Nothing.” My thighs clench the sides of his waist.

  He strokes a finger through my folds then pulls his face back to look at me. “Were you thinking about me while you touched yourself in the shower?”

  I stare into his eyes and let that be my answer.

  “Christ, that’s hot.” Luke turns and walks us to the end of the trailer. It’s too dark for me to see much of anything except the line of a counter, the edge of a small table, and the cut of Luke’s jaw.

  His mouth moves over my damp neck and along my collarbone, while his fingers separate my cheeks and dig into my ass. “Anything in particular you want to try tonight, Tess, because I’ve got a lot of ideas.”

  “Anything but the usual.”

  “We have a ‘usual?’” The corners of his mouth tip up in amusement.

  “I don’t want us to ever have a ‘usual,’ Luke. Surprise me. Take me there.”

  “You got it, babe, but we’re going slow this time. I want you begging for it by the end.”

  I nip at the underside of his jaw. “Set your goal higher, Luke. I’m already begging.”

  “Fuck me, you’re amazing.”

  “So are you.”

  We stop when Luke’s legs hit up against something hard, and he drops me on a tangled nest of sheets and soft quilts that smell like laundry soap and something that is quintessentially Luke.

  “Fuck yeah,” he says. “I’ve been imagining you in my bed since the first night I met you. I was an idiot to think I could say no to you all summer. I didn’t last two weeks.”

  I don’t respond.

  Luke pulls me to the edge, drops to his knees on the floor, and spreads me wide. He presses his nose to my swollen flesh and inhales long and deep.

  My fingers dig into his blankets and my body prepares for the onslaught. Luke drags one of his thumbs through my wetness then brushes it against my hole. “Anyone ever taken your ass, Tess?”

  The alarm I should have felt is washed away by his tongue as it takes one broad sweep through my slick folds.

  I let out a loud groan, and he rises, bending over my body and silencing me with a kiss. I can taste me on his lips, and I’m adding that to my list of the most erotic things I’ve ever experienced. Everything on that list has been with Luke.

  “Quiet,” he says. “We’re a ways from the lodge, but not so far I need you screaming.”

  I nod my head, praying that I have that much control. Considering the weeks-long buildup of sexual tension... I have some serious doubts.

  Luke drops to his knees again and works me up, sucking at my flesh, periodically using his free hand to insert a finger, or two, or three, all while dragging my arousal toward my ass and wetting my other hole. He presses in with his thumb until he’s knuckle deep, all while swirling his tongue over and around my clit.

  This goes on for a while until I’m frantic and trembling on the edge of an out-of-body experience. It’s dark in the trailer but bright lights are flashing in my eyes. Luke groans and the vibration of his mouth against my pussy is like the world splitting open.

  Without warning, he flips me onto my belly. He jerks my hips up so I’m on my knees, face to the sheets. I know what’s coming next, and I can hear my bloodstream pounding in my ears.

  Luke gets back to teasing my ass with his thumb. For a second, I think that’s all he means to do. But then, without warning, the blunt tip of his cock presses against my pussy. His fingers tighten at my hips, and he presses further in.

  My fingers curl into the blankets, and I lift my head to breathe. He’s so much bigger than anyone I’ve been with before. What if he doesn’t fit? What if, after all this, we’re not the perfect fit?

  “Hold on, Tess. You’re doing great. I’ll go slow.”

  My only answer is my panting and high-pitched mewl of pain and pleasure.

  “Fuck, I wish you could see yourself. How pretty you look stretching over my cock.”

  His words make my pussy start to spasm, and he growls, gaining inch by inch. “Just a little more, Tess.”

  His hips thrust forward, and I feel his balls hit up against the back of my thighs. “Fuck, yeah,” he gr
owls. “God, Tess. You feel so perfect. I knew you would.”

  My body is trembling under the pressure. I’ve never had anyone who got so deep, stretched me so wide. He slowly pulls out until only the tip remains then slams into me, right up to the hilt.

  I cry out with a pain that’s so sublime I see stars. I push my face into the blankets to smother the noises that are coming out of me as my pussy stretches and convulses once more over his girth.

  “You okay?” he asks.

  I nod silently against the blankets, biting down on my hand.

  “Are you really?” Luke slowly retreats, pulling a mewling sound from my throat. When I whisper a plaintive, “More,” he mutters, “Thank Christ” and pounds into me again.

  I can feel the sweat on his thighs as they hit my ass. One more time and I’m going to come. My pussy is already spasming around his cock. This time, I’m going to get there. I’m at the crest of the roller coaster. Everything is tightening inside of me, building to a crescendo, building, climbing.

  “Fuck!” Luke calls out. “I can feel that. Don’t come yet. Not until I tell you.”

  He pulls all the way out, and I fall limp against the blankets as if I had been levitating just moments before. Why does he keep doing this to me? I don’t know what’s left for him to do. What more could there possibly be?

  “There’s something I want to try, Tess. If you’re up for it.”

  “Anything,” I whimper into the sheets.

  “Do you think you could take me full?”

  I don’t answer because I don’t know what he means. I thought that’s exactly what I had been doing.

  “Got a plug,” he says. “Never used. But it’s up to you. I don’t want to rush this, but...”

  A tremor of anticipation runs through me, and he must see it because I can sense his body tightening in excitement.

  I look over my shoulder at him “Why do you have a brand new plug, Luke?”

  He seems embarrassed, or maybe afraid that I’ll be mad. “Bought it for someone else, but she wasn’t into trying that with me.”