by Louisa Bacio
“I’m so close. I’m going to come,” he warned her.
She grabbed his ass, holding him in as his come jetted out of his cock and into her mouth. Spasms rocked his body and she coaxed out every last drop. Although she was a fantastic trooper, it had been quite a while and the abundance of come highlighted that point by spilling out the side of her mouth.
She made an exaggerated slurping sound, wiping his come with her fingers and licking them before taking his now-softening cock deep into her mouth, running her teeth along his shaft. She pressed a finger firmly beneath his balls, against his prostate, sucking his tip, milking out more come than he thought he had. He shuddered and collapsed next to her on the bed, his chest heaving in the aftermath. She finished cleaning up and cuddled back into him.
“I’ll take that as you enjoyed yourself,” she said.
“Hell yeah. You give the best head. You’ve got such fuckable lips.” Which had plumped up even more after their tête-à-tête.
“The better to kiss you with,” she joked.
He felt her moving and opened an eye to check her out.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting dressed. I know us, Jamie. If we go any further, we’re not leaving this room, and you teased me with a date.”
She sat on the bed, her breasts dangling above him. He reached up, caressing one. “What about you? Making you feel good?”
“We’ll have plenty of time for that later.”
Chapter Three
A dry wind rushed by, whipping Sofia’s hair around her face and lifting her skirt. Jamie caught a glimpse of bare skin and she squealed, holding it down. He bought their tickets and escorted her to the waiting area.
“You want to go for a ride?” Jamie ran his hand over the curve of her ass, letting her know he definitely meant more than one thing.
Never one to not play along, Sofia saddled right on up to that pun table. “How fast do you plan to go?”
“As fast as you can take me?”
They stood watching the tram descend the hill in front of them. The heat pounded into their bodies and Jamie could think of better ways to make Sofia wet. She leaned into him, her ass grinding up against his crotch. He slid his hands around the front of her waist, hooking his thumbs into the belt loops of her denim skirt. How he loved a woman who dressed for easy access. He could hike that skirt up around her hips in no time, and if she was an extra-good girl she would have forsaken her panties.
Please, let her be bare underneath, he prayed to the underwear gods, the same ones who styled the most popular lingerie store in the malls like a woman’s bedroom. Whenever he found himself in there, rifling through the drawers for a certain size, he felt as though he was on a panty raid in college.
Their mode of transportation came to a rest. Jamie checked out the competition—the other passengers who might crimp his action on the way up. It didn’t look as though they were going to have much company. Another couple was already making out on one of the park benches. They might have the same idea he did. Visiting midweek in the heat of the summer cut down on tourists.
The electronic doors slid open and he escorted Sofia—his hand against her lower back—into the main compartment. The other couple joined them and chose seats as far away as possible. A few minutes later the tram began its ascent up the hill.
“Whoa,” Sofia said, grabbing on to Jamie as the car swayed the slightest bit. She peered out the window, her eyes growing big. “And away we go.”
“Afraid?” he asked, placing his arm around her shoulders. “I’ll keep you safe.”
Out of the corner of his eye he checked out the other couple—they were still kissing and the guy had his hand wrist-deep under the busty blonde’s shirt. No complaints there. Watching them ratcheted up his excitement. Maybe they could put on a show of their own.
“How far up are we going?” Sofia asked.
“From what I read, the top is about two and a half miles up and the temperature may be up to thirty degrees cooler.”
The tram rocked as the car shifted. Sofia gripped his thigh, sliding her hand up higher, before grazing his soft balls. He jumped and an “eek” slipped out of his mouth. “Feeling a little frisky?” he asked.
“That’s not the half of it. Oh my, look at that view!”
As the tram moved higher the view expanded. A sea of spinning windmills turned in the desert horizon. She oohed and ahhed, up on her knees and booty up in the air, peering out the window. Jamie enjoyed the view up her skirt, feeling the oohs a bit himself. The rounded curves of her ass peeked out and he wanted to slap her pink for exposing herself, unzip his jeans and sink his cock deep into her. Maybe he’d give her a little spanking when they were alone later. At the thought, he grew harder, his pants tighter and his cock uncomfortable. He shifted aside his erection. It didn’t feel perfect. Their little interlude in the hotel room had been fun but he wanted more—the full course. The only thing that would give him full relief would be coming inside her.
As the car inched farther up the mountain anticipation increased. He couldn’t wait to get Sofia alone.
“We’ve got ten minutes from the bottom to the top,” James said, grabbing ahold of her hips and pulling her back down. “Let’s make the most of it.”
With a little squeal Sofia straddled his lap. From over her shoulder he checked out the other couple. They hadn’t bothered to look up. The weight of her body pressed against him and as she curled into him he could see directly down her top.
“What do you have in mind?”
Enough with the talking. He took her lips. She tasted sweet, like hard candy. Each swirl of her tongue cranked up his libido, making him even hornier. She leaned into him, kissing up his neck, before sucking on the top of his ear. He slid his hand under her skirt and between their bodies, the pushed aside her underwear and found the nirvana of her pussy.
“So fucking wet,” he mumbled against her mouth. So easily he fingered her, and her mouth opened into a surprised O. Yes, if he could he’d take her here. “You like that do you?”
“Oh, James. You make me so excited. How I’ve missed your touch.”
Knowing he affected her as much as she did him made Jamie feel like a rock star. “Just wait until I get you back to the hotel. I’m going to make you come so hard.”
He pumped his fingers in and out of her slowly, keeping the movement steady, while rubbing her clit with his thumb. Her breath came in little pants. The excitement of being in public made it even more thrilling. The tramway rocked, making him push in deeper. They’d be stopping soon and he wanted to get her off before they disembarked.
“Come for me, Sofia. Let me feel you.”
He wedged a third finger into her, mimicking the movements he wanted to make with his cock. She tucked into his neck, her warm breath heating up his skin. Her body pulled taut as her orgasm reached the top. He held her there for a few more beats and increased the speed of his hand, sending her over the edge. She convulsed against him, quivering as her thighs clenched on his sides.
A soft mewling sound escaped from her mouth and she settled onto his lap. He removed his hand, and wiped his fingers off on the inner lining of her skirt and patted her ass.
James looked over at the other couple—straight into the woman’s eyes. She had a Mona Lisa smile and it thrilled him that she knew what he’d just done for Sofia. He smiled in return and she closed her eyes, tilting her own head back, her lips slightly parted. He grinned and turned back to Sofia.
“Good girl. You’re so responsive. Now I don’t owe you one.”
Playfully she smacked him on the shoulder. “No. You owe me two, since we’re keeping score.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Two it is. That’s a bit of a challenge you’re throwing down.”
She laughed. “You know it.”
“Yeah, well. We do have some time to make up for.” Jaime paused for a moment. He’d thought, No small talk, but realized they had to talk about something between bouts of sex
. If they had more time, or privacy, he’d make her suck him off again. “Where are you living these days?”
She shifted into the seat next to him, reclining back and slinging her legs over his. She massaged him through his pants, keeping him stimulated. Her half-closed eyes told him how relaxed she was and she stifled a yawn. “I’m still in New York. The job’s going well. I was promoted last year.”
The job that had taken her from Los Angeles all the way across the country. When things didn’t look as though they were going to progress between them, she’d chosen to focus her energy toward her career. He never could see moving from Southern California. Sometimes it felt as though his soul was connected to the surf and sand.
“I just bought a condo. In some ways I miss California but I feel connected to New York.”
“Glad it’s going so well. It sounds like you made the right decision.”
Unsaid between them was the added reason a relationship wouldn’t work. The tram halted, stopping his train of thought. He took her hand. “Let’s go eat.”
“The restaurant up here isn’t quite as nice as the peaks you’re sporting,” James said, giving Sofia a gentle tweak through her shirt. “But I’m sure we’ll enjoy it all the same.”
Crisp, fresh air and an abundance of greenery greeted them at the top of the mountain. Sofia shivered and James slung an arm over her shoulders.
“They say it can be much cooler up here. I should have warned you that your sexy skirt may not have been the best idea,” he said. “But I enjoyed the easy access.” It seemed as though the grin wasn’t going to leave his cheeks.
“I’m sure it will be much warmer once we get inside.”
With a view of Coachella Valley, their table was right up against the full-length windows. The lights were dimmed and a candle rested on the center of the table. Sofia sat across from him, and the flickering light danced on the red streaks in her hair.
A knowing, seductive smile spread across her face. “What are you thinking about?”
He reached across the table, taking her hand and rubbing his thumb along the top of it. “You.” He paused. “And how lucky I was to run into you this week.”
“I’d say we were both winners.”
The waiter brought over a basket of warm bread and took their drink orders.
“Don’t you love how their cocktails follow the atmosphere?” she asked. “I’d like a Mountain Gust.”
He played along and chose a Tram Car, JD with sweet honey and a splash of sour.
They clinked glasses and James offered up a toast. “To old acquaintances…”
“And pleasurable excursions.”
Light background music played and throughout dinner James thought about how nice it was to relax without thinking about future projects and work. He’d been putting in way too many hours lately and it seemed almost impossible to unplug from technology. While he wasn’t traditionally one of those people to expound upon the evils of being plugged in, perhaps he needed to plan for a bit more time away. Who dictated that the single guys got to put in all the overtime?
Appetizers consisted of bruschetta slathered with tangy tomatoes and marinated artichokes. Sofia bit into the crostini, remaining ladylike, and the crispy bread broke in half, flinging the other side onto the white tablecloth. She covered her mouth, stifling a laugh and brushed the droppings under her plate.
“Has anyone ever said you were adorable when you eat?”
“What?”
“It’s good to see. You enjoy it.” He lowered his voice. “Like sex.”
“It always goes back to sex with you, doesn’t it?”
He felt her foot slide up his calf beneath the table and make its way to his inner thigh. He squirmed around a bit and raised his eyebrows.
“Feeling a little playful, are you?”
She leaned across the table. “Well now that you mentioned sex, it’s hard not to think about it.”
The ball of her foot made direct contact with his crotch and she flexed her toes, giving him a surprising squeeze. He moved his napkin more directly over his lap to hide her actions from anyone else.
“Talking about hard—if you want to actually eat the salmon you ordered, I suggest you stop that. Here comes the waiter.”
Steam rose from the plates and James took in the scents of garlic and brie on his pasta. “It looks good. Thank you for joining me tonight.”
“And thank you for inviting me. When we get back to the hotel I’m sure you’ll find out how appreciative I am.”
Near the end of dinner the waiter approached the table. “Are you celebrating a special occasion tonight?”
“Just old friends getting together,” James said.
Forgoing dessert in favor of an early night in, they left the restaurant for a stroll around the grounds. Sofia took his arm and walked close. He was extremely aware of the swell of her breast against him. Maybe if they dated regularly he’d get used to, or tired of her again, but right now everything felt new and fresh. Every brush of skin, every throaty laugh sent shivers of anticipation through his body. Being with her reminded him of all the things he loved about women.
Together they leaned against the railing, looking out over the lights of the city. He pressed his body into hers, feeling all her curves and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Can you imagine what it’s like up here during the winter?” she asked, her voice hushed, as if they could wake the wildlife.
“It would be much colder but you should be used to the elements by now living in New York.”
“I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to snow. It’s damn cold in the winter. My California blood runs too thin. At least my wardrobe is better after a few years on the East Coast.”
Mention of the alternative, moving back to California, didn’t come up but the idea settled in James’ mind. He could get used to spending more time with Sofia. For tonight though, he’d enjoy the comfortable bond they shared.
He nipped the back of her ear and relished the hip shimmying against his crotch.
“Are you ready to get back?” he asked.
“More than you can imagine.”
More people waited to return down the hill at the tram station. They found seats in the corner and Sofia leaned back into his arms, relaxed.
“That was a lovely meal, thank you.”
He kissed the top of her head. The steady rocking of the tram lulled him and he shut his eyes in relaxation. “No need to thank me. As you said, I’m sure you’ll show your appreciation in other ways.”
Chapter Four
The trip back to the hotel passed by in a flurry of touching and teasing. The minute the door clicked shut, Jamie was on her, stripping her clothes and laying her out bare.
“I’m going to jump in the bathroom for a minute, and when I get back I want you ready and waiting,” he said. “Don’t move.”
He splashed cool water over his face and then dug out a few condoms from his overnight case. When he returned to the bedroom she lay stomach-down on the bed, the curve of her sculpted ass at an incline. She looked to be reading something on her phone. As he walked closer to the bed he appreciated the view. With a quick hand he smacked her pale flesh, satisfied with how fast the skin pinked.
“Ouch! What was that for?”
“When did you become so naughty?”
She looked over her shoulder, eyes wide. She smiled devilishly. “What do you mean?”
“On the tram ride. Quite the exhibitionist you’ve become, haven’t you?” The memories of hearing the moans of the other couple combined with the illicit sensations Sofia brought out in him sent Jamie’s pulse racing. “Didn’t you worry at all about the other couple, or if there were video cameras in the car?”
“I didn’t hear you complaining much at the time.”
“Well, no, not with your tongue in my mouth. And what’s with the phone? Do I bore you?”
He smacked her ass again and damn if this time she didn’t lift up into it. His in
stincts usually proved to be right. Ms. Vargas got off on a little light spanking.
“No.” She moved a hand back to cover herself. “Just checking in with my friends.”
“Do you like being a bad girl? Do you need to be disciplined?”
She leaned onto her elbow and tossed the cell onto the side table. “I can be as bad as you want me to be.”
His blood pressure cranked up another notch. Oh yes. He could warm her ass up nice and hot before taking her from behind. He pushed down his briefs, freeing his cock, which was more than happy to participate in the upcoming activities. He grabbed a few of the extra pillows and propped them under her hips, all the better access.
Her butt turned up, providing a sweet view. Damn, how he wanted to sink himself into her right now. But the end result would be that much better if he held out.
“Look at you with your ass in the air. I think you’ve lost all modesty.” With determination he smacked his hand against one cheek and then the other, alternating right to left, from top to bottom, until she was bouncing on the pillow and begging for him to stop and take her.
He rubbed his palm over the heated flesh, soothing the sore skin and she quivered beneath him. From the side table he picked up a condom and slid it over his engorged cock. He was glad to be prepared, no matter how presumptuous it was. Still, he’d invited her up for the sheer purpose of fucking and she’d come for the same reason—he might as well do it right.
He slid two fingers into her pussy. Fuck, she was slick and ready for him. He moaned at the tightness. What had he been waiting for? Now he couldn’t wait to get nestled into that heat.
