Bought (His For A Week)

He rubbed her harder, rougher. Her lashes fluttered, and she began to squirm. All this writhing was going to undo him. He had a condom, but it was in the car, and he hadn’t planned on using it until she was good and ready. But she was too hot right now not to fuck.

“We shouldn’t...” she tried to protest.

“Which is precisely why we will.”

Slowly, he inserted one, then two fingers into her snatch. Fuck. She was a furnace. She tried to break away but there was nowhere for her to go. He had her trapped and impaled.

“I’m serious,” she said.

“No you’re not,” he whispered into her ear. “You didn’t have a problem masturbating on the boat in front of the others.”

“That was different. This is public.”

“So what? So a car drives by. They see us for a few seconds. Maybe they know what we’re up to, maybe they don’t. They’re just faceless strangers.”

“What if they decide pull over?”

His fingers searched the sweet spot within. “And if they did? Are you worried about giving them a show?”

He heard her swallow.

“Would you like that?”

“Hell no.”

Her earlier struggles had waned, but she started anew until he found the spot he was looking for, the one that made her shiver and her eyes roll toward the back of her head.

“Let’s say a car of mountain bikers drives up,” he told her. “Maybe they’ll pull over to get a better look. Maybe they decide to get out of their car. Now they’re not just faceless strangers, and they can see exactly what we’re up to. The way you’re groaning and whimpering is gonna make them hard. Would you like them to pull out their cocks and masturbate to the sight of you getting off against the car?”

She couldn’t look him in the eye. A part of her was still resisting, but he detected the slight jerks of her body as he curled his fingers against her G-spot. If the fantasy he described to her were to come true, he wondered that he would limit himself to getting her off. He’d want to whip her around and fuck her from behind. Hard and rough.

However, the vehicle he saw approaching wasn’t going to carry mountain bikers. Blue and red flashed in the corner of his eye. It was a cop.

CHAPTER FOUR

Ben gently disengaged from her and released her wrists. For a moment, Kimani was confused in mind and body. What did he intend? Was he going to leave her hanging on purpose? Or was he stepping back to unzip his jeans?

But then she heard the sirens.

Shit! As quickly as she could in her agitated state, she pulled her bra down and buttoned up her shorts. It was bad enough her shorts were wet from arousal, now she had to face a cop, who may or may not bust them for public obscenity.

“Step away from the vehicle,” the CHP officer said through his mic.

After they had complied, he emerged from his car. He was older and had himself a beer gut. With a frown, he looked them over. Kimani realized he had seen them outside the Jeep. Whether or not he knew what they were doing remained to be seen.

“License,” the officer pronounced.

Ben took out his money clip and removed his license.

The cop took note of the Ben Franklins. “You rob a bank there?”

The tone wasn’t lighthearted, and Ben gave him a sharp look.

“I don’t have my license on me,” Kimani said.

“I was the one driving,” Ben said.

The cop gave Ben a hard stare, as if he wasn’t sure Ben was telling the truth. He glanced between the license that was handed to him and Ben. “You here legally?”