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Ride to Ecstasy

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by Ann Cory


  “It’s what you do to me,” she explained. There were times when she swore he could look at her just so with his seductive eyes and she’d come.

  He lazily fingered her clit and smeared her wetness all around her pussy. She pushed back into him and he latched onto the swollen nub. Her body radiated. Somehow the air had turned unseasonably warm.

  “You’re so responsive,” he murmured, brushing his lips against her shoulder. “I love the way your clit throbs between my fingers. So demanding. As if saying take, take, take.”

  There’d be no argument from her. She did want him to take.

  It wasn’t long before he had her worked up to the point of no return.

  “Strip for me, babe,” he said softly against her ear. “Take off your clothes and prop yourself on my bike with your legs spread open. I want to see all of you.”

  Carah stood and removed her jeans and panties. Carefully, she positioned herself on the seat and leaned back. She parted her thighs, charged by the way he looked at her.

  “You’re a goddess.”

  She started to disagree when he sidled in close to her, his finger against her lip. “You should see yourself from my point of view and then you’d understand,” he implored, his voice deep and husky. “With your body all supine and sinful, your thighs open far enough for me to see your pussy, it’s the best seat in the house.”

  At one time she’d have been embarrassed, but not anymore. The dirty way he talked to her furthered her arousal.

  “I love it when you offer yourself to me like this,” he continued. “Open up to me more. Use your fingers and bare yourself to me.”

  Her body was on fire. She brought her hand down between her legs and spread her pussy.

  He hovered above her, his mouth dangerously close. “Yeah, that’s it. Perfect. You’re perfect.”

  His head dipped just below her line of sight and she tensed. “Fuck, Vaughn,” she blurted.

  “Yes, love. With my tongue first, then my fingers and then my cock.”

  The words made the first stars of the night spiral overhead.

  She whimpered at the first contact of his mouth against her mound.

  “Patience,” he said faintly and laved his tongue along her pussy.

  Carah felt like she’d been hit by lightning, her senses blazing and awakened.

  “I’m going to guess you liked that.”

  He drew her clit into his mouth, working the hardened bead into submission. She struggled to keep balanced on the bike, leaving her vulnerable to anything he did. His tongue laved her pussy again and she tethered her bottom lip with her teeth. It was official. He was going to drive her to that beautiful oblivion.

  Vaughn raised his head and she noticed the sheen of her juices on his lip. He ran his tongue along his lips and smiled. “Tastes like more,” he teased and savored her clit forcibly with his lips and tongue.

  Heat shot through her veins. She stared up into the sky, blinking slowly, watching the white light of the stars shine down on her. She felt another electric shock each time he parted her slit with the tip of his tongue. He savored her repeatedly, suckling her clit long and slow. She was so alive her body buzzed. Her nerves sensitive and heightened.

  “Come for me, Carah. I want your cream to coat my tongue.”

  The determined spark in his eye turned the heat in her body into a wildfire.

  “Come, Carah.”

  She nodded. She’d come for him.

  He parted her vulva wide with his fingers and eased them in and out. She ached to grind her hips against his mouth but feared the bike would tip. All she could do was give in to the sweet bliss beckoning her over the edge.

  “Yes, oh my God, yes,” she cried and the climax broke free.

  Tiny vibrations rippled through her body and left a sheath of goose bumps across her flesh in their wake. Vaughn lapped her up like a starved animal’s first meal. Another round of spasms assaulted her and she welcomed them with sighs and giggles. She felt whole and beautiful. Contented. Loved beyond any and all understanding.

  It seemed like hours had passed when he straightened, his eyes intent on her.

  “I could taste you all night,” he grumbled and licked all along and between his fingers. “I got every last drop.”

  Carah shuddered. She didn’t know what to say. She could only stare at his lips. Lips that knew all the ways to pleasure her.

  “Want a taste,” he asked.

  Her lips refused to move so she nodded.

  He helped her to a sitting position, her body barely registering the movement. His mouth crashed against hers, kneading her lips open and parted so she could taste herself on him. He pulled back long enough for her to catch her breath and then sealed his mouth over hers again. The heat from his breath soothed her throat. She kissed him deep with lips raw and numb, raking her fingers through his wavy hair. So hot were his kisses she almost forgot to breathe. Carah wanted more of him. Wanted skin-to-skin contact.

  She reached down between them and stroked his erection through his pants. So thick. So hard.

  Vaughn trailed his lips down her neck, over her collarbone, and sprinkled soft kisses around her breasts.

  “I want you,” she whispered, near breathless. “I want to feel you inside me.”

  His eyes smoldered when their gazes connected. “I’m trying to show restraint here, babe, but you aren’t helping.”

  “I’m sorry,” she offered, though she was far from sorry.

  He helped her all the way off the bike and made quick work of his buttons and zipper.

  Carah gripped his cock and stroked him, squeezing him on the way up the way he liked. She started to kneel when he grabbed her hands.

  “I need you now, babe. I can’t wait. If your mouth comes near my cock I’m done for.”

  She nodded and watched him get on the bike.

  “Come sit on my lap.”

  Carah climbed him and mounted his cock. Wet as she was, she didn’t have any trouble sliding over him. She gripped him firmly while he hooked his hands underneath her thighs. With his strong arms he brought her up and down his incredible length while keeping the bike balanced. The angle of his cock tapped her sweet spot again and again.

  “I need to be in you deeper,” he croaked. “Up, babe.”

  She climbed off him, her legs shaky, and waited for him to stand. He took off his leather jacket and laid it on the seat. Carah leaned over it, her nipples hard against the textured fabric. She spread her thighs and cried out as his cock entered her pussy. He reached around her and fondled her clit, pressing it with each thrust up and into her. His hands held on to her hips, driving her back into each rhythmic pump.

  “Faster,” she choked out. “Fuck me faster.”

  He thrust his cock deep into her slick pussy and thumbed her clit until she surrendered to the exquisite rapture that had been building inside.

  She came hard and braced herself against the bike as another wave hit her. Behind her, Vaughn grasped her hips and let out a growl of satisfaction. He shifted position and she pushed herself up. When she turned, he captured her in his arms.

  “I don’t ever want to go another night without you,” he said, his eyes lustful and hazy.

  Carah breathed in his musky scent, her body still pulsing. “Neither do I.”

  ***

  The sky had turned a beautiful midnight blue and the moonlight gently lit their surroundings. Carah waited while Vaughn took a blanket out from his pack and spread it on the ground. They sat together, her head resting against his shoulder. He took her hand and traced her fingers.

  It felt like ages since she’d been this happy. “Thanks for bringing me out here.”

  “You brought us,” he corrected. “I was just a passenger.”

  She raised her head and faced him. “I don’t think I’d have ever ridden again if it weren’t for you.”

  “I think eventually you would’ve. On your own terms.”

  “I’m not so sure.”

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p; “You’re stronger than you know, Carah.”

  His words were filled with so much compassion it felt like a soft embrace.

  “You know,” he started. “I never stopped thinking about you. The extra miles apart made me miss you more.”

  Carah swallowed down a sob. “Same here.”

  “No matter how hard I tried to keep my focus on work, you crept in anyway.”

  Boy, could she relate. She knew other people left their loved ones for years because of a job, but to her six months was six months too long. “So, was it so bad to think of me?”

  “Grueling.” He tried for a serious look but couldn’t hold it and broke out into laughter.

  She jabbed him with her elbow. “Give me a break.”

  “Nah, you were a welcome distraction, though it caused me some bruises and cuts for it.”

  “Sorry.” She took his hand and kissed the pads of his fingertips. “So, you really worked the entire time?”

  “Sure did. I never even saw Washington except for the parts on the way in and on the way back out.”

  “Couldn’t you have taken a little time off to sightsee?”

  “I suppose, but it didn’t interest me to explore alone. Places mean more when you’re with me.”

  It made her feel good to know he’d missed her too. “Are you getting all sentimental on me?”

  “Nope. I’m just throwing facts out there.”

  “I tried like hell to hate you but it never did last long,” she confessed. “I couldn’t stay mad.”

  “I should be mad at you.”

  Carah pursed her lips. “Hang on now, what did I do? I’m the innocent one here.”

  “You wish,” he joked. “I should be mad because you thought I left to hook up with another woman.”

  She flashed him a sheepish grin. “Well, I didn’t know.”

  “You do know. I’m not like that, and never have been like that. I don’t have a problem keeping my dick in my pants.”

  “Except around me.”

  He chuckled. “You don’t make it easy for a guy to keep his hands off.”

  “Come on,” Carah goaded. “Admit it. You had a motive to get me out here in our special place.”

  Vaughn put up his hands. “Guilty. But it’s not like you put up any kind of fight.”

  He had her there. “Also guilty,” she confessed.

  “I also know that you can’t resist sex on a bike,” he added.

  She smiled at the irony of his statement. “You’ve no idea.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “If you knew about my new business venture, you’d understand.”

  “You always were good at coming up with brilliant ideas. Tell me about it.”

  “All I can tell you is that it was inspired by you.”

  He raised his brows. “Now I’m curious. Tell me.”

  “I think it’s best if I show you.” If she tried to explain she knew she’d die of embarrassment.

  “Tease.”

  She laughed. Would she have the nerve to show him? Maybe. Vaughn had gotten her back on a bike. He could probably get her to do anything. She’d have to think it over.

  The evening breeze picked up and made her shiver.

  “We should head back,” he said and held his jacket out to her. “Here, put this on.”

  Carah snuggled into his warmth and inhaled his rich masculine scent. “Thanks.”

  He helped her up and packed up the blanket. “Did you want to drive back?”

  She wanted to say yes but worried she’d sound greedy. “It’s your motorcycle.”

  “And I’ve put plenty of miles on it. If you want to drive back, I’m all for it.”

  “Okay, I do.”

  When they were all geared up and back on the road, she reveled in the confidence that had returned. It was all coming back to her, as if she’d never quit. The tension drained from her body, replaced by pure adrenaline. The road was hers again. Miles of curves and stretches to glide along. Solid power in her hands. What a fool she’d been to stay away.

  Vaughn kept a strong grip around her waist.

  She increased her speed as she took the next curve. A permanent grin fixed to her lips. The road straightened out and her grin faded. She could barely see the oncoming car thanks to the brutal glare from the headlights.

  A sickly feeling went through her at the realization that its wheels were creeping past the middle line and into their lane. She tried to inch the bike closer to the side, but there wasn’t much give. In fact, there was nothing but a straight shot down a rocky cliff. She saw herself fall all over again, only this time she saw the bike skid toward the side of the road and go over, plunging the both of them to their deaths. Carah’s heart thudded and she froze up, helpless to do anything. Her instincts told her to swerve, but her body wouldn’t oblige. The lights grew brighter as the car neared, almost completely in their lane.

  Vaughn anchored her to his body and took control, swerving and veering just in time, narrowly dodging the front end.

  She tried to catch a glimpse of the driver as they passed, but between the dark and the tinted windows she couldn’t see a thing. The car kept on, not bothering to stop or see if they were okay.

  She pulled over at the first turnabout they came to and got off the bike, almost falling to the ground. Her knees were rubber and the erratic beat of her pulse was dizzying.

  Vaughn was off the bike and beside her in a heartbeat. He thrust off his helmet and drew her into his arms. “Damn, that was close. Are you okay?”

  She didn’t want to admit how freaked out she was, but her voice didn’t do a good job masking it. “I’m a little shaken, but I’m good.”

  “Seriously?” he countered. “’Cause I just about crapped my pants. Good news is I’ve got that fucking license plate memorized and I’ll be calling it in first thing tomorrow morning. You sure you’re okay?”

  Carah took a shaky breath in. “Yeah. I’m more upset I froze up like that. I could’ve gotten us killed.”

  “Listen to me. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said. “That dumbass shouldn’t have been driving in our lane. Don’t blame yourself.”

  She smiled. Vaughn always did know how to put things into perspective. “Let’s go home.”

  “Want me to take it from here?” He slid his arms around her and brought her in close. “I don’t mind.”

  Carah looked toward the motorcycle. If she didn’t get her ass right back on now she knew it would be the fear winning again. She couldn’t let it cripple her forever or she’d never move forward. Besides, Vaughn was with her and she did feel safe.

  “You know what, I’m good. You’re here.”

  ***

  When they arrived back at Carah’s house and he stepped inside, Vaughn felt right at home. He set the helmets down and closed the door. In a blur of movement, Carah faced him and threw herself into his arms. He didn’t care what had provoked it. He held her against his body and inhaled the sweet scent of her hair.

  She stepped back and smiled shyly.

  “What was that for?” he asked and stroked her cheek.

  “I just needed it.” Her eyes sparkled.

  “I’m proud of you,” he said. “What you did back there, how you handled yourself, I’m truly proud.”

  The rose of her cheeks deepened. “Thank you. Scary as it was, it made me realize I wanted to ride more than I wanted to stay afraid. I have you to thank for that.”

  Vaughn waved his hand. He didn’t want any credit. “No need. It was all you.”

  Her eyes blinked all big and beautiful. “You plan to stay the night, don’t you?”

  He didn’t want to let her out his sight. “This is the only place I want to be. Besides, I’m curious to see whatever it is I inspired.”

  An impish smile crossed her lips.

  “What?” he pressed, unable to keep from smiling also.

  “Just you wait. Follow me.”

  She clasped his hand and led him int
o her studio, his favorite place in the house. Everything inside was an extension of her. All the beautiful things she’d created, drawn and made with her delicate hands.

  He paused at her easel and noted the drawings. Page after page filled with sketches of what looked like women’s clothing. Brows raised, he whistled.

  “This is some provocative stuff here. You’ve been busy.”

  Carah shrugged. “I needed something to help keep my mind off you.”

  Vaughn walked around the room until he saw the bike in the corner.

  “Wow, that’s gorgeous. It looks like the one I bought for you.”

  She nodded. “Almost an exact replica. With a few added benefits to it.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  His hands stroked the smooth lines and curves of the motorcycle. “Well done. The person who built it does flawless work.” He ran his fingers along the handle bars and turned to her. “Tell me more about it.”

  “It’s called Ride of Ecstasy. I made it for women, and the colors of the bike can be custom painted to anyone’s tastes.”

  “Well, I’m intrigued.” He looked around it, impressed as hell. “And you designed this?”

  “Yes. With you in mind,” she added.

  “Interesting. Hang on,” he paused and looked closer. “I think you’re missing a very important part.”

  Her mouth curled into a sexy smirk. “If you’re referring to the lack of an engine, that’s because it doesn’t need one. It’s not meant for the road.”

  “No?” He folded his arms and eyed her suspiciously. “Well then, I’m confused. Where do you ride it?”

  “In private,” she replied and let the words hang out in the air with a hint of mystery.

  He watched her walk forward and then push him out of the way. Without a word, she flipped a switch on the handlebars and stepped back, her palm out. Vaughn watched the seat vibrate. She leaned forward and flipped another switch. A large dildo pushed up through the leather and a silver ball rose in front of it. At first it reminded him of a doorknob, but then he understood.

  His jaw dropped. “Oh shit, babe. That’s hot.”

  “There’s one more attachment, but that will have to wait.”

 

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