Along for the Ride

by Michelle M. Pillow

  ‘They didn’t suspect a thing. Trust me, covert operations are my speciality. I did grow up with four sisters after all. How else do you think I got all the dirt on what they were up to?’ Megan moved, rubbing her sex against him. ‘Oh, yeah, I think you need to see what you can get out of this secret agent, Mr Lucas.’

  His fingers curled against her and she wiggled until he could thrust one inside. Holding him in place, she rocked her body, tweaking her own clit as she rode his hand.

  ‘Enjoying yourself?’ Though the question was supposed to be cocky, she heard the breathlessness of his words.

  ‘Just keep driving,’ she moaned. Outside, the houses turned into dark valley and the flash of dim streetlight stopped pulsing through the window. Tugging her breast, she worked a tight nipple over the top edge of her tight bodice. The pressure of the gown combined with her pinching fingers sent little jolts of pleasure down to her wet pussy, like a thread tying the two together.

  ‘Tell me how I feel to you,’ she demanded, wanting to hear his voice.

  ‘Wet, hot,’ he breathed heavily, making weak noises in the back of his throat. One hand gripped the wheel and he determinedly looked at the road.

  ‘You can do better than that.’ She pushed down, gasping at the magnificent sensation it caused.

  ‘You feel like the fires of hell.’

  Megan gasped, stunned.

  ‘Mm, yes, hell.’ He stroked her gently. His fingers moved with a deft precision born of sudden urgency, cupping her sex as she rocked on to him. Her fingers were there, moving with his, parting her soft folds and encircling her clit. ‘And you, my temptress, are tormenting me with the feel of moist velvet on my fingers without hope of sinking my cock in you any time soon.’

  ‘Ah, right there.’ Megan’s body tightened as the orgasm built. She gripped the seat behind her head, using it for leverage.

  ‘Your pussy is like hot silk and so moist and slick against my finger.’

  ‘Ahmm,’ she answered, beyond words as she came. Ryan’s hand kept stroking, fuelling the storm between her thighs. Clawing his hand, she jerked it from her, gasping. With a light moan, she bit her finger, trying to push up in her seat. A light sheen of sweat glistened over her skin, causing her dishevelled clothes to stick. ‘I’ve needed that all night.’

  Ryan slowed the car.

  ‘Where are we?’ She looked outside to see dark countryside.

  ‘We’re turning around to go back to the hotel. We passed it a few miles back.’ He gave her a sheepish grin. ‘I thought it better to keep going.’

  Megan chuckled. ‘That was probably for the best.’

  He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. ‘Maybe for you, but I’m not so sure about me.’

  She glanced down to his lap, seeing his tight erection pressing against his pants. ‘You know –’ she licked her lips ‘– I could take care of your little problem. Or should I say, big problem?’

  ‘I don’t think I could handle myself if you sucked on me now. I’d drive off the side of the road and kill us both.’

  ‘Well, then –’ Megan leant towards him, drawing her finger down the centre of his chest ‘– I guess you will just have to pull over so I can attend to you properly.’

  Ryan instantly slammed on the brakes. Megan giggled, as he reached to unzip his pants. It didn’t take him long, even in his fumbling haste, to have them pulled down on his hips freeing his cock to tower from his lap. ‘I’ve been hard since I saw you in that dress walking down the stairs. It took all my willpower not to throw you down and fuck you right there.’

  ‘Oh, poor Ryan,’ Megan teased, flicking her tongue over the tip of his cock as she lightly caressed his balls. ‘Do you need me to –?’

  ‘Yes,’ he rushed, not giving her a chance to finish. ‘Suck my dick like you said in the restaurant. Put it in your pretty mouth and suck all the sweet cream filling out.’

  ‘You mean like this?’ She wrapped her lips around the tip of his shaft. Her tongue moved in circles, exploring the head fully. She liked watching him squirm.

  ‘Ah!’ Ryan bucked, pushing the back of her head so that his cock slipped deeper into her mouth. She kneaded his balls, massaging them in her palm. He worked his hips up and down, pushing up as he nearly suffocated her with his passionate force. She rolled her tongue down his shaft, sucking hard as she sensed he was close. His body jerked and he pulled her hair to get her off a second before he came all over his own lap. ‘Mm, sweetheart, I can’t tell you how much I needed that.’

  ‘Get us to that hotel,’ Megan said. ‘I have a feeling this night is just getting started.’

  ‘Yes, ma’am.’ Ryan put the car back into gear before motioning to her chest. ‘You best right your gown. We might get the room for free, but I’m not sure I like the idea of the hotel clerk seeing your nipple.’

  Megan looked to where he motioned and laughed, secretly pleased with his possessive tone. ‘Just concentrate on getting us to our room. I can handle any amorous hotel clerks.’

  ‘Whatever you say, sweetheart.’

  Megan broke away from Ryan’s mouth long enough to glance around. ‘Wow, this room, ah . . .’

  Ryan reached for the light switch, further illuminating their accommodation as the door shut behind them. A red and green plaid bedspread covered the queen-size bed, the only hint of accent colour in the sparse room. Aside from the pastel-green walls with one mirror, there was a small television stand on a long short dresser. He didn’t let go of her, keeping her body tightly pressed to his as it had been since they’d turned the corner out of view from the front desk of the small hotel.

  ‘It sucks,’ Megan finished the thought. ‘Couldn’t get us a room at the lodge?’

  ‘I didn’t realise you’d be such high maintenance, needing a room at a thousand-dollars-a-night place.’

  ‘Thousand?’ Megan coughed.

  ‘Only room they had left. I did ask.’

  ‘I take it back. At forty dollars, this room is perfect.’ Megan giggled, moving to kiss him, but he drew his face back. She tried again and this time he allowed her a small taste before pulling away. When she studied his eyes, she could barely see the bruise that had marred his features days before. Just looking at his handsome face made her giddy inside. ‘It’s a little late to play hard to get, isn’t it?’

  ‘We need to talk.’ He let go of her but didn’t back away as Megan held on.

  ‘OK.’ She licked his jaw, nibbling at it. ‘What do you want to talk about? Whether we start in the shower and move to the bed? Or we start on the bed and end in the shower? For me, personally, I don’t know that I’ll want to get out of bed once I get into it.’

  ‘Mm,’ he groaned, as if warring with himself. ‘About us. We need to talk about what’s happening between us.’

  ‘Oh, now you want a conversation.’ She backed away when he didn’t return her embrace.

  ‘What’s happening here, Megan?’ He ran his fingers through his hair, pulling it from the ponytail and messing it up. It fell around the sides of his face in disarray. ‘I need to know.’

  ‘You were serious about coming to a hotel room to talk.’ She gave a small derisive laugh, purposefully strolling across the room, pretending to examine the edge of the dresser as she ran her finger along it. A small mirror on the counter reflected her smudged lipstick and darklined eyes back to her. She wiped self-consciously at her cheek, fixing her makeup the best she could. Then she took out the clip that held the side of her hair up and dropped it on the dresser. Scratching her head, she made the curls tumble around her face. When she again turned her attention to Ryan, she looked to see if her smeared makeup was on his face. It wasn’t.

  ‘What is happening here?’ he repeated.

  ‘If you had shut up and kissed me, you would already have that answer.’ It was meant as a joke, but she couldn’t force herself to laugh.

  ‘Meg –’

  ‘Tell you what. You talk and I’ll do what I’m doing.’ Reaching behind her back, she p
ulled at her zipper. She loosened her gown so the bodice released its corseted hold. ‘Wow, I can breathe again.’

  ‘We have been putting off this conversation,’ Ryan said, but he sounded distracted.

  ‘I’m not stopping you from having it,’ she assured him, unzipping the gown the rest of the way. It slid off her body with a loud rustle of fabric only to land on the floor. She stepped out of it, wearing the strapless bra Sasha had lent her, her best pair of dark-blue panties and Zoe’s high-heel shoes. Feeling empowered, she crossed over to him. His eyes darted down to her chest and his lips parted.

  She had seen him naked, had tasted his flesh and she wanted to do so again. He crossed his arms, as if trying to look stern. Megan sauntered around him, drawing her fingernails over his biceps, bumping over the light sweater. Slowly, she inched up his shirt, until his naked back was exposed. She pressed the curve of her breasts to the heat of his flesh, rubbing against him, liking the way his breathing quickened.

  Megan wrapped her arms around him, sliding her fingers along his waistband until she reached the button in front. His arms were still crossed and she had complete access to his stomach. Every ridge passed beneath her soft touch, until she’d drawn her way over each taut line. Then, after unbuttoning his slacks, she pushed them gently so they slithered off his hips. Tight boxer briefs moulded his hips and ass.

  Megan couldn’t resist pressing her hips against the firm mounds of his butt. She skimmed over the boxers, feeling the full press of his cock already at attention. Laughing softly to herself, she knew all thoughts of talking had left him. He took a deep breath and held it. She dipped her hands beneath the material, taking his shaft in hand.

  Her soft pant of approval joined his. His smell, the slight hint of soap and cologne, engulfed her senses. She liked these moments, when they didn’t speak, didn’t think, but merely acted on instinct. Too many times her head had to have control of her. But here, now, her body told her what to do. Instinct and desire trumped necessity and logic.

  Still he didn’t touch her as he rocked his hips forwards, thrusting his arousal into her hands. She leant to the side, wishing there was a mirror in front of them so she could watch him as he moved, his body so sleek with streamlined perfection. The look of his arousal was as intoxicating as his touch. Ryan had the body of a model, without the effeminate features that turned her off. He was rugged, as a man should be, and so incredibly sexy. If she were a drug addict, his body would be her prescription of choice.

  Without a mirror to satisfy the desire to watch her hands on his cock, she let go and strolled around his proud form. His erection stood tall, held to his stomach by the tight boxers that still covered the bottom half of his shaft. Though not too long, it was thick, the perfect size to fit within her body.

  Megan touched the tip with her finger, drawing it in circles. ‘You were saying something?’

  ‘Mm’ was his groaned answer. His body jerked and his knuckles whitened as he gripped his arms tight. ‘You are one sexy woman. Have I told you that?’

  ‘A woman never tires of hearing it,’ she assured him.

  ‘Even you, Megan?’

  ‘What? You think me so different from other women?’

  ‘I have news for you, sweetheart.’ He paused, his head rolling back on his shoulders as she continued her slow torture. ‘You are different.’

  ‘I’ll assume that was meant to sound like a compliment.’ She chuckled.

  ‘Believe me, it was.’

  A droplet of moisture wetted the tip of her finger and she glanced down. He looked about ready to come from just her teasing the ridge around the tip of his penis. She imagined the tight pressure of his boxers had to feel nice against his balls, holding them and shifting subtly with each motion of his hips.

  An animalistic sound reverberated from the back of his throat. He uncrossed his arms and lifted her off the floor to carry her forcefully to the bed. After tossing her down, Ryan pushed his boxers from his hips and crawled on top. His demanding lips met hers, ravishing her mouth, even as he pushed open her thighs. A finger slipped along her wet slit, stroking her pussy through the silk panties.

  His mouth worked down her throat, biting and licking a hot trail over her flesh. A finger slipped past the silken guard, easily finding home within the folds of her sex. He narrowed in on her clit, rubbing over it hard until she jerked and jolted with each sensitive pass.

  ‘I love how you respond,’ he growled, somehow manoeuvring one of her breasts free. Hot kisses found the ripe nipple, sucking and nibbling the budded flesh. His groans vibrated her, adding to the pleasure.

  With the light on, she could see him clearly. Passion lined his gaze as he looked up at her from where he kissed her chest. Then, with purposeful intensity, he continued his way down her body. Dragging his tongue, he skated a trail down her tight stomach to encircle her navel. The hand against her clit pulled back, taking the panties with it. Ryan took them from her as he crawled off the bed. When she lay before him, legs parted for his full viewing pleasure, he kneeled. Without word, he jerked her body down. Her feet dropped on the floor and he kept pulling, stopping only when her butt hit the end of the bed. She lay on her back, her legs forced open wide as he licked the full length of her sex.

  Ryan’s hands kneaded her hips as he held her to his mouth. Aggressively, he fucked her with his mouth, his tongue and teeth like tiny torture devices. When she was crying out, fingers replaced his tongue, thrusting inside her body. Then, unexpectedly, he slid a wet finger to her ass, probing it as his lips concentrated on her clit.

  She bucked up on the bed, shocked because he’d never ventured there before. The action pushed his finger deeper within her and she gasped to discover how much she liked it. Keeping her body propped on her elbows, she slung a leg over his back, rocking into his mouth and riding his finger at the same time. Seeing his wavy dark locks bobbing against her pussy made her want to grab a camera. As a police officer, she knew it was stupid to take pictures of such things because nothing ever stayed private for long. Secrets had a way of getting discovered. But this was one image she always wanted to remember. It was the memory she’d masturbate to when their affair was over.

  The fingers inside her wiggled, stimulating the nerve endings. She moaned, shaking as she came with a great force. The instant she started, Ryan pulled back and was on top of her. His hips pushed at her as he guided himself to her. With his feet still on the floor, he thrust in, filling her with his thick erection. With hands on either side of her body, he kept himself lifted above her. The sudden tightening of her muscles didn’t slow him as he pumped rapidly against her, fucking her hard and deep as she came. Her breasts bounced hard on her chest with the force of his movements until, finally, he came, pulling out at the last instant to spill his seed all over her stomach.

  Panted breaths filled the otherwise silent room. Then, suddenly, loud cheering accompanied pounding on the wall. Megan tried not to laugh, as she realised how loud they’d been.

  ‘I guess trying to keep quiet finally caught up with us,’ Ryan said, grinning. He rolled over on to the bed. ‘At least we don’t know them.’

  Megan didn’t move off the bed, as she waited for her heartbeat to slow. Sweat covered her body, sticking her hair to her flesh, not to mention his semen on her stomach. Taking the end of the bedspread, she wiped his come off her flesh. ‘I need a shower.’

  ‘Give me a minute to recuperate and I’ll be in there to join you.’

  There was something seductive about soap gliding along wet flesh, even if it was cheap motel soap. Unfortunately, the shower stall was too small to manoeuvre in and they couldn’t do much more than caress each other to arousal. By the time they finished their shower, Megan was ready to go again.

  ‘How do you want it?’ he asked, their wet bodies fused together in a locked embrace.

  ‘How do you want it?’ she returned the question.

  ‘All I know is when we’re not together I can’t seem to stop thinking of ways
I want to be with you, but the instant we start kissing I become a fumbling idiot who can’t think past just ramming it home.’

  ‘Oh, I don’t know, you did all right before.’ Megan thought of his mouth on her clit, sucking her to release.

  ‘Purely selfish motivation. It was the fastest way I knew to get you where I was at.’

  ‘So, this time is my choice?’ Megan asked, arching a brow.

  ‘Any way you want it, baby,’ he said, grabbing her naked hips and pulling her to rub along his arousal.

  ‘Anything?’ She dropped her voice into a seductive murmur.

  ‘Mm, yeah, anything at all.’

  Megan pushed back and grinned. Her tone back to normal, she said, ‘I want a full body massage.’ It took him a moment to react. She didn’t wait, as she lay down on her stomach. ‘I’m waiting.’

  The bed shifted as he climbed next to her. She tapped her feet lightly, the comforter a little stiff beneath her body. Warm hands grabbed a foot mid-kick, instantly massaging the arch. Megan tensed, moaning in relaxing pleasure as he did one and then the other. Next, he found her calves, kneading up her legs. A low groan left him as he worked and his touch deepened.

  Megan’s eyes closed as he moved higher, his gentle hands gliding over her knees. Each stroke sent a shiver along her body, a tortuous hint of what was to come. He rubbed her thighs and she tensed, confident his fingers would work their way between her legs next. Already her sex was wet with need for him and she didn’t care if he finished the pleasurable massage.

  She groaned, opening her legs in offering. His fingers seemed to flow over her, skimming higher until he rubbed her ass. She waited, biting her lip in anticipation. To her surprise, he skipped her pussy only to move up her back and arms. By the time he’d finished, her body was taut with need.

  ‘Turn over,’ he ordered, his voice hoarse.

  Megan made a weak noise, but obeyed. Instantly, she again parted her legs, bending at the knee to let him know she was ready for him. A look of pleasure crossed his handsome features as he looked at her offering. He knelt between her legs, only to grab her arms, giving the front side the same treatment as he’d given the back. When, finally, he touched her breasts, the nipples had already hardened. Megan moaned, trying to pull him forwards with her leg muscles. He kept back, despite the thick arousal towering from his thighs.