"That's what I thought," he said and went back to his bike, leaving me bewildered. He kicked his leg over, and pointed behind him. "Come on. I'll bring you where you need to go."
"No." I wasn't ready to go. Once I got on the bike, it was over. I didn't want this to be over. I wasn't ready to go back to my so-called goody lifestyle. I wanted to be bad. I wanted to know what it meant to feel everything Cash spoke of.
I was tired of over-thinking everything, and worrying about what my parents would think of me if I did something that didn't conform to their standards. I was sick of thinking, so I acted and went to him before the voices in my head could stop me. I grabbed his face, and pressed my lips to his. It was soft and sweet, but I quickly realized he wasn't kissing me back.
Embarrassed, I stepped back. His rejection consumed me. I was mortified by my decision to throw caution to the wind, and put myself out there. Look where it got me. I wanted to run from this nightmare and dive into the water, so I could swim home or drown myself in my own misery. In this moment, I would do anything just so I didn't have to turn and face him again. I was startled when I felt his hand snake around my waist. He gruffly yanked me toward him, gripping both of my hips, and lifted me onto his lap. I linked my legs around him, pressing my core onto his very erect manhood. It unnerved and excited me to realize he wanted me just as much as I did him.
He crushed his mouth to mine, devouring me with a single kiss. His tongue thrust past my lips as I eagerly opened for him. Our tongues met in an un-choreographed dance: tangling, tasting and exploring each other. He tasted of tobacco, beer and danger, a most delicious combination that enticed and seduced me. My body was overwhelmed, ready to combust, as his rough hand ran up and down my leg before slipping beneath my dress.
He tore his mouth from mine, dragging his tongue down my neck to my collarbone. Desire pulsed inside of me right down to my very core.
I dated William for three years before I let him get this far, yet I knew Cash for all of three minutes and I didn't care that he was touching me so intimately. I never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted him. He continued to run his hand up my leg higher and higher till I felt his finger hook in my panties and thrust them aside. I gasped at his brazenness, but made no effort to stop him.
"Are you wet for me, Sunshine?"
I nodded, too overwhelmed with pleasure to speak.
"How wet are you?" he asked. "Tell me."
I shook my head no, and bit my lip. I didn't do dirty talk. I didn't know how. Besides, it was too embarrassing to say those things.
He dipped his head to my neck, sucking and biting at the sweet spot that only served to fuel my desire. His fingers laced in my hair, and he pulled my head back. "Tell me," he demanded his voice rough and seeping with want. He swiped his tongue up to my ear. "I want to hear you tell me how wet you are, Sunshine."
Holy cow. I needed more. I was torn between embarrassment and want, as I found myself moaning, "I'm … I'm … so wet."
"Good girl," he said, and rewarded me with a thrust of his finger into my wetness. My entire body arched back, and he took full advantage, dragging his hand between my tits. He yanked the strap of my dress off, and pushed my bra out of the way, dipping down and taking my already pebbled nipple into his mouth.
The combination of his finger sliding in and out of me, and his tongue swirling around the tight peak, sent me tumbling toward the edge. I leaned back into the handlebars, loving the feel of the cool metal on my skin, reminding me how exposed I was out here where anyone could stumble upon us. In this moment, I didn't care. Raw, unbridled hunger took over throwing all common sense away. I just wanted to keep feeling the delicious sensations assaulting me.
"Mmm," he groaned as he took my nipple between his teeth, tugging, sucking, and nipping. His hand wrapped around my back, and he pulled me up. My hands gripped his back and my fingers dug into his worn leather vest. His lips kissed a fiery path down my neck. I rocked into him, and, my God, he was so hard beneath me.
I wanted to feel his cock in my hand more than anything I ever wanted. So, I reached for his zipper, but he snatched my hand away, leaving me confused. "You sure you want to walk on the wild side, Sunshine? Once you do, there's no going back."
A light rain started to fall, and I let my head drift back to feel the cool droplets on my warm face. I brought my head up, my eyes heavy with lust, and locked on his gaze. "I don't want to go back."
"What do you want, then?" he asked, biting my earlobe and causing me to press harder into him.
"You," I breathed.
A smirk broke at the edge of his mouth. "I need you to be more specific."
Heat flared in my cheeks as my lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, I found myself panting like a dog in heat, as I pleaded with my eyes for him to keep going.
He pushed two fingers back into me, and I bucked as the delicious waves of ecstasy devoured me. He thrust in and out, a relentless assault that had my nails digging deep into his leather. Too heavy with want and need, my head fell onto his shoulder.
Warm breath skated across my ear, mixing with the cool wet raindrops. "I can stop," he stated coolly.
"No!" I screamed, unable to control myself as he worked me toward the brink of explosion. "Don't stop," I begged like some pauper desperate for a meal. I was desperate for his touch, for the feel of his lips on my body as they devoured and consumed me. But, most of all, I wanted to feel him turn me into a dirty little girl by pushing his big hard cock inside of me.
"Then tell me what you want," he taunted, as he pulled his fingers out of my throbbing pussy.
Heat coursed through me, rising up my necks and into my cheeks. "I want you … " I bit my lip, trying to find the courage within to be the girl he wanted me to be. To be the girl I wanted to be. "I want you inside me," I managed, and it was liberating. "Please," I begged.
He lifted me, and ripped my panties off. He took them in his hand and smiled. "White cotton. I should've guessed," he said, before wadding them into a ball and pushing them against his nose and deeply inhaling my scent. Shock ran ramped through me as I watched. "Sweet, just like I thought."
He pulled a condom out of his back pocket then shoved my panties in. He unzipped his pants, and his cock sprang free. It was longer and thicker than anything I had imagined. I dabbed my lips with my tongue as I waited for him to slide the condom on. I yearned for what was to come. My body was on fire, and my mind was racing as a million thoughts flashed into my head of what to expect. I honestly didn't know what it was going to feel like to have him fill me. I was a little worried he wouldn't fit, but that didn't matter, because the one thing I did know was that I never wanted anything so badly in my life.
"Hop on," he growled, and I hesitated. I'd never been on top. Cash was right. I'd only had sex missionary. I was predictable and boring and so out of my league right now. I never took control, and I had no idea how to ride a cock. I also never took off with a strange man, and let him touch me in a way I've never been touched before.
I came home from college looking for a change. Shaking up my perfect little life with Cash was exactly what I needed. So, without a moment's more hesitation, I slowly lowered my throbbing wet pussy down on to his hard, thick cock. Just as his tip pushed past my entrance, he forcefully pushed down on my shoulders and impaled me.
Having him fully seated inside me felt like an eruption, as white-hot currents of electrical shocks pulsed through me, triggering a need so desperate, so violent I lost total control. I rocked my hips back and forth, trying to get him deeper, if that were even possible. I wanted to savor every hard inch and relish in the way it made me feel.
His fingers curled around my hips, and he held me in place, as he thrust into me over and over. My hands gripped his shoulders frantically, holding on for the ride, as he destroyed every last bit of my innocence.
"Fuck, Sunshine, you're so goddamned tight," he groaned against my ear as his big, rough hands clamped onto my thighs, and he pulled me back and forth to match his intensity.
The rain picked up, pouring down on us, but we didn't let it break our pace. If anything, it urged us to go harder, faster.