Hot Ride(15)

He grinned, and pressed her hand to his jeans. "So am I."

She felt his swollen cock beneath the denim.

"Because of basic anatomical differences, Steele should go in front," Rip said, "but just remember. You're mine."

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. His fingers slid between  her legs and under her panties, then stroked her wet slit, sending  tremors through her. He smiled and tugged off her panties, then pulled  something from his pocket. Staring at her glistening opening, he shed  his pants, then opened a packet and rolled a condom over his hard shaft.

He moved closer and pressed his cock against her opening.

"But I thought-" She sucked in air as his cock glided deep, then moved in and out a couple of strokes.

"Just need the lubrication, doll."

She glanced over his shoulder and saw Steele walking toward her. He'd  already shed his jeans and underwear and was stroking his gigantic  erection. Rip stepped back, then drew her in front of him, facing  Steele. Rip perched on the side of the pool table, then she felt his  fingers press against her back opening.

"You ever done this part before?" he asked.

She nodded. She'd tried anal a couple of times with a previous boyfriend.

"Good." Rip pushed several fingers inside her, preparing her for his cock.

Steele watched, stroking his big member as Rip worked his digits inside,  stretching her. After a few moments, his fingers slipped away and she  felt his hot, hard cockhead nudge against her. Slowly, he eased in. She  felt so full with his big cockhead inside her opening, then he pushed  deeper.

"Oh, God."

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She nodded, wanting more of him inside her.

Steele stepped closer and cupped her breasts. She moaned as he squeezed them then stroked the nipples.

Rip was all the way in now and she drew in a deep breath, getting used to the big shaft inside her.

Steele wrapped his hand around his cock and stepped closer. His cock  brushed against her front opening and he stroked her wet flesh with the  head. Back and forth, making her moan with pleasure.

He cupped her cheek and tipped up her chin.

"You're going to ride with my men," Steele said. "You're going to be  fucked by every one of us. But we all know and respect that you're Rip's  woman."

She nodded and he captured her lips. His tongue thrust inside her at the  same time as his big cock drove deep. He filled her in one stroke. Rip  cupped her breasts, holding them in his big, masculine hands, as Steele  consumed her mouth.

Then he drew back and glided forward again.

The two men began moving in unison, out then in, driving deep, sending  heat pulsing through her. When they were deep inside she was so full she  thought she'd burst. But when they drew back, she felt empty. Then they  drove deep again.

Soon the rhythm had her pulse pounding and hormones flooding through  her. Rip's fingers found her clit and he stroked it. She gasped.         

     



 

Steele thrust deeper and faster. Rip matched him

Pleasure swamped her senses and she began to moan.

"Fuck, man, we're making her come."

In her haze, she wasn't even sure who had murmured the hoarse words. The  wave of bliss buffeting her, catapulted her over the edge, and she  clung to Steele's shoulders, wailing in ecstasy.

The orgasm went on and on. She felt first one man jerk against her, then  the other, and liquid heat filled her insides. But still they thrust  into her again and again.

When her bliss finally faded, Steele kissed her forehead and stepped  back. Rip eased her forward until his cock slipped free, then he guided  her to lean back against the table. He faced her, his cock still erect,  and peeled away the condom, then drove into her.

She gasped, then her body twitched in his arms and she moaned as  pleasure built fast and furious. With no effort at all, she blasted into  another orgasm, clinging to Rip as he continued to pump into her.

Finally, she collapsed against his strong chest, gasping for air. He stroked her hair from her face and kissed her.

"My God, is this what it's going to be like the whole time?" she asked.

He smiled. "You bet. But you'll have a choice of several other men to join us whenever you want."

"You mean Wild Card and Shock."

He shrugged. "I never said it was just the four of us."

She felt a little shocked. Having sex with four men had been intense, but more?

Who was she kidding? Even though she'd just had two amazing orgasms, the thought made her want to start all over again.

So the little adventure-less accountant now had a whole harem of  ultra-sexy bikers at her beck and call. The thought was both exciting  and a little scary, but knowing Rip would be there with her made it an  adventure she was looking forward to.

Rip tightened his arms around her. "But remember, I'm your man."

"And my master."

He chuckled. "That's what I want to hear."





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HOT RIDE is the first in Opal's READY TO RIDE biker series. Other books  in the series include WILD RIDE (Sep 2014) and RIDING STEELE (Oct 2014).

If you enjoyed Hot Ride, you'll probably also enjoy:

HIS TO POSSESS, an intoxicating tale of a woman torn between the  dominant billionaire, Dane, and a tattooed, bad boy rock musician named  Storm, or the prequel

TAKEN BY STORM, the story of a woman who doesn't like taking risks, but  when she's almost run over by a red hot rock musician named Storm on his  motorcycle, she realizes that some risks are worth taking.

Following HIS TO POSSESS, is HIS TO CLAIM, the continuing story of Storm, the biker rock musician.

Finally, if you enjoyed HOT RIDE but would like something even hotter,  you'll love Opal's Red Hot Fantasies erotic short stories, such as THE  OFFICE SLAVE, and her THREE HAPPY ENDINGS boxed set.

Here are excerpts from TAKEN BY STORM and THE OFFICE SLAVE...





Taken By Storm

by Opal Carew



Jessica doesn't like to take risks, but when she's almost run over by a  red hot rock musician named Storm on his motorcycle, she realizes that  some risks are worth taking.



Excerpt



"Oh, no, no. NO. Don't do this to me!" Jessica groaned, stomping on the gas pedal in vain.

But heedless of her words, as she reached the bottom of the hill, the  car simply coasted, losing speed rapidly. She steered to the shoulder of  the dark, country road and stopped the car. She turned off the  ignition, then tried to start the car again, but nothing happened. She  pulled the hood release and got out of the vehicle, then lifted the hood  and stared at the engine. There were no streetlights this far out of  town, and she could barely make out the engine in the light of the half  moon.

She grabbed a flashlight from the glove compartment and shone it under the hood.

Not that she knew what to look for. She bit her lip. There was nothing  smoking and no obvious broken things. And even if there had been, she  wouldn't have known what to do about it. She got back in the car and  grabbed her cell phone from her purse.

Damn, no service. Most places in and around her small hometown of  Brookfield had excellent cell reception, but there were still pockets  where the signal was just too weak.         

     



 

And I'm lucky enough to break down in one of them!

Now what would she do? She glanced around at the isolated road lined  with bushy trees, the sound of the crickets almost deafening. She  shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, not entirely because of  the coolness of the summer night and the fact she was wearing a halter  dress.

She reached into the back of the car and grabbed her shawl, then wrapped it around herself.

It was at least a five mile hike back to town. She could manage the walk  if she had to, but in high heels walking along a sandy shoulder it  would be dicey, and walking on the paved road would be downright  dangerous, especially at night.

Alternately, she could sit here in the car and hope someone would drive  by and help her. But what if no one came? Or worse, what if someone  scary passed by and saw her in this vulnerable position? At least if she  was walking, she could dodge into the bushes if she heard a vehicle  approaching.

Maybe she was being overly cautious. Accepting a ride from a stranger  didn't have to end in tragedy, but why take the chance? A long walk  never hurt anyone.

Except for her feet, which would certainly wind up covered in blisters.  She should have listened to Mom's sage advice to never drive in high  heels.

She sighed. She didn't want to wait around here. Better to take her fate into her own hands.

She pushed herself from the car, grabbed her purse and started to walk.  She stepped off the pavement onto the sandy roadside. It was difficult  walking on the uneven surface, especially since she'd chosen to wear her  really high, spike heels to Sally's engagement party.

Sally was her cousin, and her boss. She owned her own website  development business and employed Jessica as office manager, and several  technical people to do the actual development. Sally handled the  artistic side of things.