Hard Ride (Filthy Dirty Desires)

“My father says they’re building a case.”

He blows out a deep breath and closes the back gate of the SUV. “That’s what worries me. Whoever stole this shipment is framing us good.”

I lay a hand on his bicep. “I’m sorry. I wish there were some way I could help.”

“You can.”

“How?”

He leans closer, nipping my earlobe. “Don’t believe things until you talk to me first.” He runs the pad of his thumb along my collarbone, skating it up my neck, and the gentle action causes a cascade of shivers to race all over my skin. “Who was that man you were talking to?”

“Mr. Redford?” I ask, my mind in a fog now that he’s touching me.

“No, the other one.” Silas presses kisses along my neck, and my body heats hotter than the bright sun beating down on us.

“Uh, the new owner.”

“He got a name?” He licks the base of my throat.

“Dan West.”

“I don’t like the way he was staring at you.”

I laugh, breaking the moment. “He wasn’t staring at me in any special way.”

“I didn’t like it,” he growls, his body hardening against mine. “I know every dirty thought he was having about you.”

“No you don’t.”

“I do, because I’m having the same thoughts.”

We’re completely alone, shielded by my SUV but I’d feel better inside the vehicle.

I swear if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he planned it.

“Want to go for a ride?” I ask. “Talk in private?”

He doesn’t even answer, just strides to the passenger door and hops inside.

Five minutes later, we’re parked on a deserted road, hidden by cactus and brush.

And we are not talking.

I swore to myself last night before I crashed in my bed that I wouldn’t do this again with Silas Irons, but the way he’s touching me right now makes me forget about all that nonsense.

It’s just noise.

Worrying about what the town thinks. What my father would think. It’s all just a flurry of indecipherable sounds.

He races his finger up my arm and I shiver. “Are you still needy? Did I not ease this ache you’ve got for me last night?”

I shake my head. “No, I need more.” I’m like a heathen, trying to get any scrap of Silas I can.

He fists his hardness in his hands through his jeans. “Look what you’ve done to me,” he groans out, his hand rubbing over the denim material. “Look how hard you’ve made this fucking cock. It’s all your fault.”

I bite my lip. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

He stalls. “Betty, I don’t want you to have any regrets.”

I stare into his chestnut eyes, and see a glimpse of vulnerability again, one I want to ease with just my touch alone. All my insecurities about being with him disappear. Now, I want nothing more than to please him. Pleasure him in every way possible.

I raise my hand to his face, letting my fingers glide through the stubble along his chin. “I don’t regret any of this,” I tell him, before I scoot back to my seat and unzip his jeans. “It’s my turn to make you feel good.”

“Oh fuck,” Silas says, closing his eyes and leaning his head back on the seat when I free his dick. His hands fly into my hair, and he clenches the strands in his fists. “That’s right. Take care of this problem you’ve created like a good girl.”

I run my hand up his velvet length and his eyes open to watch me.

He’s in awe. I can see it so clearly on his face.

“I want to suck you,” I tell him, licking my lips.

Last night in the club, I didn’t get a good enough look at his size and girth, but today it’s all I see. So much of him.

I swipe my tongue along the engorged head, and he hisses low and long. Closing my eyes, I take another lick, like a lollipop, and then I slide his length into my mouth.

His hands dig deeper into my scalp, pushing my head just a bit further, as his hardness grows inside my mouth. “Fuck, this is a beautiful sight. Take my hard dick deep down your throat. Make me come.” His breathing is ragged. “Oh fuck, make me come.”

I glance up at him, and our eyes meet.

“Is this turning you on? Having your man’s dick in your mouth?” he asks, his hips jerking forward ever so slightly.

I breathe through my nose as I take him further and further, letting him fuck my mouth.

He pistons his hips, dragging his cock in and out, and I want more and more of him. I don’t even care that we’re outside, hiding away on some deserted road.

I don’t care that at any moment someone could catch us. I just don’t care, because the want and need I have for this man is just too powerful to resist.

As if he knows exactly what I’m thinking, he pulls me from his mouth. “Take off your shorts and panties,” he commands. “I’m gonna fuck you right here. Give my sweetheart exactly what she needs.”