Rough to Ride (2 page)

Plus, I can feel my clit throbbing just at the ideas of what this man could do to me.

His rough, callused hands start to slowly drag up my inner thighs and he stops just an inch before reaching my panties.

"Whatcha doing out here, darling? It's not safe for a gorgeous woman like you to be on display like this. You look like a wet dream straight out of a hotrod magazine."

I swallow hard, trying to form a coherent sentence out of my stunned lips.

"My car broke down," I answer, trying to look innocent. Twirling a piece of my hair around my index finger, I look up at him under my long eyelashes. "My phone isn't working and the air in my car is broken, so I decided to sit on the hood to get some kind of relief from the heat."

"Ever been on the back of a bike before?" His low, husky voice is doing uncontrollable things to my body. He's awakening a hunger deep within me.

This is where I'm going to lie and play up the whole innocent act. I get a feeling that this is going to turn him on, and for some reason I am in the mood to get his engine running. And I'm not talking about the engine of his Harley.

"No... Sir." Sir, that was a good addition even for me.

I see a twinkle in his eye as his grin widens. His fingers start to slowly kneed my inner thighs and I don't stop him.

This is crazy, and definitely not me. I don’t know this man. I've barely said two words to him, but I want him to fuck me so bad I might start begging him for it.

"Well, darling, this is your lucky day." His head moves towards me and his mouth lowers to my ear, "Come hop on the back of my bike and I'll give you a ride."

My eyes shut as I shiver at the sensation of his breath on my neck. Despite the heat, I feel goose bumps pop up all over my skin. I open my eyes and look at him. His sun kissed tan face is just an inch in front of me. His skin is a little rougher, probably from all the riding he does, but I've never seen a more beautiful looking man. I look into his piercing blue eyes and I can almost see into his soul.

"I... I can’t take a ride from you. I'd have no way of repaying you for your kindness," I whisper to him because my voice seems to be stuck somewhere in my throat.

"I think I can find a fair way of repayment."

With those words I feel his right hand close the distance from my inner thigh to my thong panties. His thumb slips under the thin material and he quickly finds the promise land... my throbbing clit.

I moan the second his thumb starts to make slow circles on my pulsing bundle of nerves. His lips come down on mine and before I can process anything, he's kissing me hard, and I'm kissing him back.

Part of me knows this is wrong. I'm with Johnny. We've been together for eight years and I love him, but I can't resist this man in front of me.

I slide my hands up to his chest and slip them under his cut. His hard chest flexes under my fingertips. My nails drag down his body until I reach the top of his jeans and I start to unbutton them.

His lips leave mine and he pants out, "Not yet, darling. I'm gonna make you come hard with my fingers, then I plan on fucking you, giving you a ride, and then fucking you again."

His mouth crashes back down on mine as he massages my lips with his. The kiss turns frantic as his tongue asks for entrance. I immediately open to him and his tongue comes out to meet mine. I groan as his teeth drag across my tongue.

He continues to rub my clit as his middle and index finger find their way into my waiting core. He plunges his two fingers inside me and my pussy feels like it's ready to explode. His other hand reaches behind me to grab my ass and push me closer to the edge of the hood of my car. If this mystery man wasn’t already standing in front of me, I would fear falling face first into the gravel.

Once he’s gotten me close enough to his hard body, his hand moves from my ass to the front of my dress. He covers my tit with his palm and starts to squeeze my large breast. My nipples instantly harden and I feel too aroused.

How am I this aroused by a stranger? Aren't there scientific studies out there proving that women need love, trust, and romance to get off during sex? Well, screw those studies because I'm about five seconds away from having the best orgasm of my life.

My pussy starts to tighten. I feel the warming sensation start at my clit and move throughout my pelvis and I'm going to come. I'm going to come on the hood of my car, on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere, by this hot biker and his magic fingers.

His lips leave mine and he starts to suck on my neck. I angle my head to the left to give him better access to my throat. His fingers start to move impossibly faster inside me, rubbing me in just the right place. My body is filled with a delicious warm feeling. When he applies a little more pressure to his thumb that's massaging my clit, I'm done for. My head falls back and I scream out my orgasm as I ride his fingers until he's milked every ounce of pleasure out of me.

What did I just do?

I let this man finger fuck me while I sat on my car on a public road. A man I just met and know absolutely nothing about. I've gone crazy and I blame it on the desert heat, dehydration, and this man's impossible to deny sex appeal.

Yes, that will work. I'll just tell Johnny, "I'm sorry, honey, but it was hot and I was thirsty and this sexy biker stopped to quench my thirst. I didn't realize he was touching my pussy until it was too late and I was coming all over his fingers."

I'm guessing that won't work. Maybe I can pretend it was a heat wave mirage.

I open my eyes and tilt my head up to face him. His sly, cocky grin tells me everything I need to know about him.

He likes to get women off. He liked getting me off.

He rubs his thumb over my clit one more time before he pulls his fingers from my drenched core. His mouth opens as he lifts his fingers to his lips and coats them with my juices. His tongue darts out as he licks me off his fingers, groaning as he tastes me.

 I'm mesmerized by his actions and how comfortable he seems in this situation. Like he finger fucks stranded women regularly on the side of the road.

My heart starts to beat faster as his hands lower back down to my thighs and he leans in to whisper huskily in my ear.

"I spotted you from afar, sitting on the hood of your car like a fucking wet dream. Why don't you hop on the back of my bike and I'll take you somewhere where I can show you a really good time."

My skin scorches from the light pressure he is applying to my inner thighs. I've never done anything like this before. Should I take him up on his offer? What about Johnny?

As if this mystery man can sense my indecision, he leans in closer and licks my earlobe, sucking on it before releasing the tender skin. His mouth lowers and his lips brush against that spot. You know the spot? The spot that has a direct line to my throbbing center and makes me instantly horny. It gets me every time.

"Hmm," I moan.

"Is that a yes, darling?"

"But I... I don't even know your name. I don't even know you," I pant as his hands drift up the inside of my dress. It's probably a little late for my conscious to make an appearance. Especially since I had no problem letting him help me reach climax.

As his hands caress upwards, he brings my dress along with him. Before I can stop him my dress is pulled up to my stomach and his hands reach under to cup my tits. This is the first time I can fully appreciate the fact that I'm wearing a dress that doesn't allow me to wear a bra.

"You don't need to know me, sweetheart, but since you're so hard up for details I'll spare a few. My name's Maverick, my old lady's not gonna come after you with a shotgun, and I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for days. Is that enough info for you?"

His old lady? I thought that was just talk you saw in the movies.

Maverick brings his lips down on mine, persuading me to hop on the back of his bike with his mouth. Just as I'm about to strip him of all his clothing right here on my car, his lips release mine and he tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth. He takes a step back and visually undresses me with his eyes.

"So what's the verdict, sweetheart? You’re wasting my time."

I look him over once more. I've never seen a more ruggedly handsome man in my life. I want to pull on his light brown locks of hair, while I grind my pussy on his face as he eats me clean.

Well, I guess I have my answer.

"Let's go."

I hop off the hood of my beater and lower my dress so that I'm decent. Maverick smiles wickedly at me before walking over to his bike and getting on. I follow behind him, but go still once I'm just a few inches away from him.

I've never ridden a bike before and I'm in a dress.

"Don't chicken out now, babe. You've got no choice. You agreed to this, I'm hard as a rock, and the way I see it is you're the only one whose going to take care of it, but don’t worry I'll take care of you, too."

His arm comes out to wrap around my waist and he pulls my body towards him, lifting me off the ground and over the front of the bike. I’m forced to spread my legs and straddle the bike while facing him.

Hmm. How the hell is he going to ride if I'm between him and his view of the road?

He uses his arm to pull me closer. "Wrap your legs around me, baby."

I don’t question him. It’s like my brain and my body are working together and know to do whatever he tells me because he will make me feel so good.

My legs wrap around him and now my barely covered pussy is covering his jean-covered dick, and I can feel how hard he is underneath me.

What are we going to do now?

His feet stand firmly on each side of the bike, keeping us upright as his hand comes under my dress... again. But instead of touching me, he unbuttons his jeans and lowers the zipper.

As he moves to release his cock from its denim restriction, Maverick's knuckles brush against my clit and I let out an involuntary moan. His eyes never leave mine as he smiles at me and I feel the head of his cock slap my cleanly shaven mound. His hands move under my ass and he lifts me, sliding my thong to the side, and quickly impales me on his dick.

No warning. No, "We're gonna fuck now." He doesn't even ask permission, not that he needed to. I already pretty much gave him the keys to my castle.

And really, what do I care because the minute his dick slides into me, I'm in pure heaven. I need this. It's been too long since I had a good sexual encounter, and the way Maverick fills me on his first thrust pretty much guarantees that his dick is powerful.

He lifts me slightly by my ass until only the head of his cock is in me, then quickly lowers me back down as he thrusts into me hard.

"We're not gonna fuck on my bike. I just need you to feel what you would've missed if you'd have ditched me a second ago." He pulls out and then thrusts back in again, and I swear I see stars in my peripheral vision because of how deep he goes.

"Now you're gonna get up, move behind me, and ride bitch. Your legs are gonna straddle my bike and you'll push in close to me, so close your pussy's gonna rub against my ass as you feel the vibrations of the engine underneath you."

I'm listening to him. I swear I am, but after every few words he pulls his long, thick cock out of me and thrusts back in, and I swear I go deaf for a second, while I try to readjust to his size. It's not my fault, really. He just feels too good.

"Then, babe, we're going to ride to my compound, I'm going to take you to my room and you're not gonna want to leave. You'll have to leave, because, darling, this ain’t the start of a relationship. I already got an old lady, but I'll show you how a real man fucks and then you can go out and find a real man of your own."

He thrusts inside me one last time before lifting me up and off his cock. My pussy instantly misses him. It's like my body is one giant puzzle and the last piece has been missing for all twenty-eight years of my life. I've looked fucking everywhere for it and then this man, this stranger who picks me up on the side of the road, fills me with his cock and it's the perfect missing piece.

I know he has an old lady and I know I have Johnny, but a part of me, no not a part, all of me, wants him to be the real deal. I know nothing about him except for his name, but I want him.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I want him.

***

We've been on the road for a few minutes. My hair's flapping in the wind, my dress is up to my waist, but my arms are wrapped so tightly around Maverick and I'm not going to let go to fix my dress because I have a fear of falling off.

The pavement in front of us is uneven, so we've hit a few potholes here and there. We hit a large one and my ass barely lifts off the bike, but it's enough to freak me out. I shift my hands to get a better grip on him when one of my hands brushes against something, and it isn’t his stomach. I hesitantly move my hand again to see what it is and that’s when I realize it's his cock. He never tucked himself back in his pants before riding off to his compound.

I can't see him, but the thought of his dick being aired out in the wind, how if we were to pass another vehicle they could see his impressive length, is making me extremely horny. My pussy is soaking his leather seat.

I can’t stop myself. I keep one hand tightly around his torso as I move my right hand, my dominant hand, to his exposed cock. I wrap my fingers around him until I am fisting his length, and I start to pump.

I can’t hear Maverick over the sound of the wind racing across my ears, I can’t see his face since my left cheek is smashed against the leather cut on his back, but I feel the change. His back stiffens, his butt cheeks clench, and his dick gets impossibly harder.

I do mean impossibly. His dick could cut through steel.

He is so long and thick. I’ve never felt a dick so huge. My thumb can't even reach the tips of my fingers. I continue to stroke him as he rides down the single lane road. After every ten or so strokes I briefly stroke my thumb over the head of his cock and am rewarded with the smallest amount of pre-cum. I continue stroking for several minutes and just before we turn off the main road, I feel a rumble in his chest before my hand is coated in his cum.