Crash Ride (4 page)

“Shut up, asshole. We’ll be there in a minute.” Troy turned and called back to him over the noise. Secretly I was glad he hadn’t just shot down the conversation. It would be premature to high-five myself just yet.

Dan rolled his eyes but didn’t seem overly concerned as he allowed Ash to pull him away. She gave me a quick wink and a smile just before they disappeared from view. I would have to thank her for that later; her intuition guessing it was a conversation that didn’t need an interruption. She didn’t need to know the finer details, especially seeing as I had no idea what I was actually doing.

I leaned in closer to Troy, needing to know if I was fighting a losing battle. “Aren’t you even the slightest bit turned on by me?”

“Megs, my dick is about to get choked out by my jeans. Trust me, not being turned on is
not
the issue here.”

So I wasn’t imagining it. He was interested. Or at the very least his
dick
was, and lets face it, that was the only part we really
needed
to be on board. Yep, we can officially declare me out of control. Maybe the stress really was getting to me? Whatever the excuse, I was going with it. I’d come this far, might as well jump off the cliff. I had always been an overachiever.

“I think you are over-thinking this. Here is the way I see it. I have had a really bad week, horrendous even. And what I would really like right now is sex. Just to lose myself in a raging, screaming orgasm. Nothing fancy, as long as we both get off. Now, I know I could find some random guy and take him home, but I would really prefer for it to be you. Who gives me the orgasm, I mean.”

Troy cocked an eyebrow as he considered my offer. “And you think we can just have sex and shit won’t be awkward later?”

“I know so. Besides, I think it might actually help us.” At the very least help me. Possibly even cure me of my crazy obsession all while helping me forget my mental baggage. There really wasn’t a drawback as far as I was concerned.

“How do you figure?”

I took a deep breath. This is what I like to call my finishing maneuver. The final wrap up. The end argument. “Well, I’ve always had a thing for you. I’d go to shows and see you on stage and secretly wonder what it would be like. Knowing you hasn’t really stopped me from thinking about it. If we did it, then maybe I could stop looking at you and wondering what it would feel like to come with your cock inside me.”

His jaw tightened, as his eyes raked up and down my body. The intensity of his stare made me feel naked.

“Fuck.” He hissed out a breath.

“That’s what I’m trying to facilitate here—”

“Seriously, douchebags. What’s the hold up? You stand on that step any longer and the club is going to start charging you rent.” Dan reappeared, his timing horrible. Fortunately he was alone, but he was descending the stairs toward us. Well, this was about to get interesting.

“Give me a minute, Megs.” Troy eyed me intently before turning to Dan who was now standing beside us. “Dude, what the fuck is your problem? Can’t you see we’re talking?”

Dan rubbed his neck as he looked between us. “Yeah I see, what I don’t get is what’s so important you can’t talk up here?”

“I’ve had a shitty week,” I began to explain. Not a lie. My week had been horrible. “Worse than normal, and I just needed to offload some steam. I know Ash will worry if I talk about it up there. Troy was just lending me a friendly ear. Trust me, it’s not the kind of conversation you want to hear.” There was the understatement of the century, if ever I’d heard one.

“Why? Are you ok?” Dan’s face turned serious. “Megs, if you are in some kind of trouble, you need to tell me and we will handle that shit. You’re Ash’s best friend; I don’t give a fuck what’s going down, Troy and I will to be front and center on it.” His concern was endearing. Granted he could be conceited, but underneath it all, he had such a good heart. Sadly, this was not something I wanted him front and center on, however impassionate the plea.

“Stand down, asshole. I’ve got it covered.” Troy tapped Dan across the chest and shot him a look in warning.

“I’m fine, really.” I smiled. I really didn’t want to explain to Dan that the real reason we were standing here was that we were deliberating the finer points of Troy’s cock giving me pleasure. It sounded so crude when I said it like that, so it definitely shouldn’t be repeated.

Troy placed his hand on the small of my back, asserting
he had this under control.
“We’re just going to take a walk around the club, okay? Just tell Ash we’re dancing or something.”

“Fine.” Dan’s eyes darted between us, somewhat appeased. “Go do what needs doing but if you need reinforcements, I’m your first port of call.” He poked Troy in the chest.

Stopping myself from getting my hopes up was not an easy task. The what-did-it-mean dominated what thoughts while the tugging in my lower belly prayed I wasn’t getting ready for another brush off. Not after I’d laid all my cards on the table. Surely, that would be too cruel.

Troy laughed, tapping Dan on the shoulder while his other hand stayed glued to my lower back. “Always. Now stop busting my stones and go hang with your girl before she wises up and realizes she can do better than your sorry ass.”

Dan flipped Troy the finger and wisely retreated back to the VIP area, where no doubt he would make out with Ash until we returned. If we returned. Was he actually considering doing this? He easily could have had an out, citing that we would attract too much attention if we slunk off into the darkness. Could it be that this sexual tension I had been feeling was not just one-sided?

He lowered his head and whispered in my ear. “You called me Troy.”

“Huh?” That was not where I thought this conversation was heading.

“When you were talking to Dan, you didn’t tack on my last name.”

“Oh, yeah I guess I didn’t.” I hadn’t really noticed, but I guess now that I thought about it, I had just called him Troy. Though I didn’t see how this piece of information was conducive to us getting horizontal.

His lips rested against my ear, his breath tickled my skin. “Hmmmm, so now that has me curious.”

His beautiful eyes seared me. My body wondered if he was going to touch me in a way I needed, and my brain needed to know what he had meant. Internally, I was mess. I was both turned on and confused. “Curious about what?”

“About how you are going to scream out my name when I fuck you.”

I swallowed, hard. “Are you going to fuck me, Troy Harris?”

“You bet your ass I am. Let’s go.”

I honestly tried to
fight this. No, really, I did. It’s not like I hadn’t fantasized about the five hundred ways I could fuck Megs. Hell, just seeing her and knowing the possibility was off the table had been torture. Of course, I’m not a fucking deviant who can’t think with anything but his dick, so I kept that shit locked down and pretended like my cock didn’t get hard every time she walked into the room.

See, apart from my pact with Dan, I actually really liked Megs. I mean
genuinely
liked her, and the last thing I wanted to do was make shit weird between the two of us. So, while I
wanted
Megs in the biblical sense of the word, it was the other shit she offered that actually made me sit up and take notice. She was funny and smart and wasn’t scared to stand up for herself. She had also been a sweetheart to Dan when Ash had broken up with him. That brand of kindness, the kind that doesn’t attach strings, it isn’t just rare in our world— it’s almost non-existent. There’s always something, some fine print bullshit that came with the preverbal
free lunch
. Megs, she was one of the exceptions. As I said rare, and there was no way I would do anything to disrespect her.

However, she was now offering herself to me on a fucking platter and as pathetic as it sounded, I didn’t have the fucking strength to turn her down. Telling me that she wanted to come with my cock inside her flipped a switch in me that I had no hope of controlling. Shit, now it was all I could think about and I couldn’t even remember all those reasons for
not
having sex with her.

I should be saying no, be a better man and tell her this would be a mistake but my mouth wouldn’t say the words. My dick …well it was already wondering why the fuck it had taken us this long to get to this point. I tilted her chin so I could get a better look at her, see if maybe there was some indecision in those drop-dead gorgeous eyes. Nothing. Not even a hint of freaking hesitation stared back at me.

Her perfect tits heaved up and down as she breathed heavily, and if I had any willpower left in me, that vision alone ensured that it took the expressway out of here. Without talking, I snaked my hand around her waist, her eyes widening as I pulled her close to my body and lead her down the stairs back to the Gen Pop part of the club. She didn’t fight me, keeping in step as we sifted through the bodies that lined the space between the blood red walls.

“Where are we going?” she asked, her eyes darting between the crowd and me as we continued along our way.

I could tell from her tone she was uninitiated in what was about to go down.

She may have talked a good game, but the quick-fuck-thing obviously wasn’t her usual speed. Megs was different and I liked that she probably hadn’t done this before with someone else. It shouldn’t have mattered, but it did. Juicing me up even more with the prospect.

She wasn’t looking to advertise what we were about to do for status points. Nor was looking to sink her claws in and get a ring from me.

It excited me that she wanted to go there with me, knowing she was about as far from a groupie as I could get.

Fucking me right now, in the club hadn’t been her suggestion. I was being an asshole and I knew it and yet, the chance to change her mind was not an option. I’d given her that, and she hadn’t seemed keen, so now it was all about doing what both of us seemed to be starving for. And no, I’m not being fucking dramatic. Starving is how I felt.

She was beautiful and sexy and I’d stared at her for months, pushing down the urge to kiss those lips and sink my cock into her. Months, I’d convinced myself not to go there, needing a cold shower after seeing her and a fucking pep talk as to why we weren’t going down that road. There was no fucking way we
weren’t
doing this.

“You’re playing with fire, Megs; and I’m not feeling very gentlemanly right now.” I hissed through my clenched jaw, my balls so tight I thought for sure they were going to explode.

“Are you going to fuck me on the dance floor, Troy Harris?” Her eyes lit up in a weird excitement that made me almost consider it as a possibility.

“Not interested in giving anyone else the pleasure tonight, sweetheart, just you.”

“Oh.” Her beautiful lips formed an O to back up the wide-eyed expression as the penny finally dropped.

We walked past the security and straight out the front door. I spied the Suburban parked up against the curb, TJ leaning up against the hood shooting the breeze with one of the bouncers.

“Hey, Troy, you looking to leave already? Ms. Winters, you ok?” TJ looked at us suspiciously, like we’d suddenly grown extra heads.

“Yeah man, just need the keys.” I gave him a look not to argue with me and held out my hand. It wasn’t the first time one of us had commandeered the ride for something other than transportation; it just had been awhile.

TJ eyed my hands around Megs’s waist and hesitantly pulled out the keys from his pocket. He didn’t give me any lip, but he was far from liking the idea. His death stare translated the you-better-know-what-the-fuck-you’re-doing without the need for an audible. It didn’t take a brain surgeon to work out what we were up to, but he was smart enough to keep his trap shut, even if he thought that it was a bad idea.

Of course it was a bad idea, it was full-blow idiotic. Megs and I were about to get down and dirty in a fucking car while our two best friends were ignorantly partying no more than five hundred feet away. This wasn’t going to be some hit-and-run. She wasn’t just a girl who I wanted to fuck, we’d already established that when it came to Megs, it went beyond just the physical. Not that my dick wanted to hear the argument right now. We were both going to have to play nice after the fact, and pretend we hadn’t seen each other naked. The fall-out if shit went bad had the potential to be fucking huge and yet none of those reasons seemed good enough to stop me.

I hit the keyless entry on the remote, the door lock popped open as I guided Megs to the passenger side door.

“You ready?” I pulled open the door and waited for her to climb inside the cabin. Part of me waited for her to tell me she’d changed her mind and to take her back inside the club.

She slid her toned legs into the car as her ass sunk into the seat, biting her lip seductively. “Let’s go.” She yanked the door I had been holding open and shut it. I watched through the glass from my place on the sidewalk as she fastened her seatbelt.

Ok then, no second thoughts. Good to know. I walked around to the driver’s side and climbed in. My ass barely hitting the soft leather seat and I cranked the ignition.

I shifted into drive, reaching around for the seat belt as we eased away from the curb into the flow of traffic.

“Are you taking me home?” Megs shot me a sideways glance as the lights of the club faded in the rearview.

“Nope, we aren’t making it that far.” I hung a right and pulled into a narrow one-way street. I wasn’t even sure if it was a legitimate street or if it just an alley used to facilitate deliveries for the businesses that backed onto this narrow strip of asphalt. My care factor on the matter was less than zero, other than thanking God that it existed.

The car jerked as I hit the brakes and shifted into park, stepping on the emergency break as the car continued to idle. My head swiveled to Megs, her eyes wide as she surveyed the alley before she turned and looked at me, her hand slowly moving down her side to unfasten her restraint.
Good idea
. I hit the eject button on mine and let the seat belt slide off as I killed the engine.

“You want to go into the back?” I leaned over the console and brushed her cheek with my thumb. Translation. You sure you want to do this? While my balls had reached Defcon 1, I wasn’t going to be a complete asshole. It was bad enough I was about to fuck her in a car on some dead-end street, I wasn’t going to do this without giving her one last out if she wanted to take it.

She didn’t answer, instead she moved closer and slammed those sweet lips on mine. Well fuck me. No seriously, fuck me. My dick punched out in protest against the fly of my jeans as she opened her mouth and allowed my tongue to slide inside. It was better than I imagined. Her hungry mouth opening wider as her tongue wrestled with mine, my hand having a mind of its own reached up, palming one of her tits. She whimpered as I thumbed over the material of her dress and teased her nipple, the peak rising to the occasion with very little encouragement.

“In the back,” I groaned against her mouth. I wanted unrestricted access to that body and the front seat wasn’t even close to cutting it.

She pulled back, her hand reached up against mine as I kneaded her tit. “That feels so good.” Her eyes watched me closely as I continued to play.

“I can make it better. C’mon Megs, jump into the back.” I reluctantly moved my hand away and cracked open the driver’s side door. My already rock-hard dick throbbed in my pants, wanting to know what the hold up was.

Megs followed suit, both of us exiting the front seat and moving into the back. The car’s back doors slammed in unison as we scrambled onto the bench seat. My hands sliding up her legs at fucking warp speed as they made their way to her ass.

She was just as enthusiastic as she clawed at my shirt as I hauled her onto my lap and attacked her mouth. Her lips opened, allowing my tongue to slide inside, the invasion far from gentle. She moaned into my mouth as she rocked against my hard-on, my hands slid from her ass to her naked thighs as I tried to lift her dress.

Megs continued to writhe in my lap, the friction making my eyes water as I hovered between sweet pleasure and motherfucking torture. I wanted to tear the clothes from my body and torch them purely on the fact they were hindering shit right now.

Her nails clawed down my chest and abs with enough pressure I was sure it was going to leave a mark, and damn if the prospect didn’t make me even more excited. We made out like a pair of fucking teenagers under the bleachers, dry humping each other with enough intensity I wasn’t sure if I was going to blow my load or get the worst case of chafing known to man. Either way, I wasn’t stopping. With her dress pulled up out of the way, my hand once again moved to her ass, my fingers making contact with bare skin. Fuck. I moved a little further along her skin in my quest to discover if she had decided to go commando or not, and came across a thin strap of fabric. G-String. Very fucking nice. I yanked the strip to the side, allowing my finger to slid down the seam of her ass and watched her shudder as I travelled further down. The nails that were previously embedded in my skin were now wrestling with my belt; the leather flicked me as she violently tore it from my jeans. She didn’t stop, ripping open my fly while we remained lip-locked and I teased her ass.

My cock sprung free as she pushed down my boxers, my hard-on hitting my stomach. I was so turned on I could barely speak, but there was no way I was ready for this to be over without tasting her first. I lifted her off of me and Megs yelped as I tossed her down onto the seat. The confusion on her face priceless as I smiled and then gently parted her thighs.

“Oh!” The tension in her legs relaxed as my tongue lapped at the edge of her G-string. “But I want to touch your cock,” she half-moaned as I pulled across the material and flicked across her hot, wet center.

“You can touch it all you want.” The edges of my lips curved before I lowered my mouth back down and sucked gently on her clit. “You want me to stop?” I asked, slowly sliding a finger inside her. “Megs, holy hell, you are so wet.” My finger was instantly coated as I slid in another. It was a challenge not to throw this game plan out the window and just move to a bootleg play, the one where my dick got involved. It had been screaming to get into the game since she mentioned the word “cock” and was wondering why the fuck it was still on the bench. Easy there buddy, you’ll get your chance to play, but not until I fucking make her come with my mouth.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned, her hips lifting closer to my mouth as I resumed licking and sucking her clit while I gently finger-fucked her. “Oh God, please don’t stop.” Her plea unnecessary, ’cause I had no intention of stopping. I continued to work her over with my mouth, her body bucking against me as I tried to ignore the pain in my balls. They too, like my dick, begging to get in on the action.

“Oh fuck,” screamed Megs, her voice echoing around the car as I moved my other hand to her ass, gently thumbing over it while my fingers stretched her pussy. One last flick of my tongue was all it took and her legs clamped around my head and she screamed. Her body convulsed as I felt the orgasm rip through her, her pussy pulsing around my fingers while I continued to gently lick her. Each pass of my tongue made her body shake as I teased every last inch of pleasure from her. Not going to lie, watching her pant with my head between her thighs was even better than I’d imagined.