Hard Rider

She hadn’t said much since offering me the ride home. It was like we were getting to know each other for the first time all over again. We sped through the parking lot, leaving behind most of the people who’d come to see the show. It was nice being able to sneak out the back.

The tension was thick. We hadn’t spent one second of time alone together since our blow up. Even though it felt like we were past it, the air hadn’t been completely cleared.

“You wanna go do something?” I asked as diplomatically as I could. She didn’t answer, instead choosing to stamp on the accelerator and move us on to the highway.

“Riley? Are you good?”

She looked incredibly sexy in that dress. It was so thin that in the right sunlight, it might not even look like it was there at all. She still didn’t answer, but offered up a little twitch at the corner of her mouth that told me she heard me.

I kept my eyes on her, twisting in my seat to get a better vantage point. Her hands gripped the wheel so hard that her fingers turned white as ghosts. This was interesting.

The pretty blonde hair that she usually wore tied up on her head was instead straightened, and curled at the ends, bringing it down past her shoulders. It had lighter streaks that ran through it which I was sure were natural.

Her head sat evenly over her slight shoulders and her angelic face wore an expression of determination. The light freckles under her right eye were barely there. You wouldn’t have even known to look for them unless you’d had the good luck to find yourself within kissing distance of her.

Her dress was a light yellow and it was cut low across her chest. Her perky tits seemed to hold it in place, making a shelf above her flat belly.

“Riley-”

She jerked the wheel hard to the left and we went flying across the oncoming lane. I’d been so focused on her, that all I could manage to do was blink hard and hope that nobody was coming from the other direction.

Rubber met gravel and before I knew it, we were on our way down a little road that I didn’t even know existed. The city devolved quickly into farmlands if you went in the right direction, and apparently, Riley knew just where she was going.

Up ahead, there was a wide spot in the road. She was aiming straight for it. The car skidded on fresh tires and came to a halt with its front bumper just inches from the ditch.

“Careful,” I teased. “Don’t scratch up daddy’s Mercedes.”

With the agility of a cat, she sprung across the center console and landed in my lap. Straddling me with strong legs, she leaned in close and held me by the chin. “This isn’t my daddy’s fucking car,” she said in a strong whisper. “I bought this, just like everything else. I paid for it with my hard work, understand?”

“Whatever you say, rich girl.”

“And I thought we were past the ‘rich girl’ stuff.” Her grip on my face tightened and she darted her tongue out and over my lips. “Because, if I hear it again, I might get mad.”

She was breathing heavily as she sat in my lap. I wanted nothing more than to rip the clothes off her and throttle her against the dashboard.

“Get mad if you want to,” I challenged. “As long as you’re mad and wet, that’s all I care about.”

Her clenched teeth muffled a scream that bordered on frustration as she lunged at me. Our mouths touched and our fingers tore for clothing. I got my hands inside the wide opening at the top of her dress and pulled it down past her shoulders and over her tits.

I ran my hands up her sides and squeezed them in my hands. They were full and heavy beneath the soft material of her bra. She pulled my head to her cleavage while she wound her fingers through my hair. My lips dragged the crevice to the top of her warm flesh.

“Damn, you look good tonight.”

She yanked my head back and stared hungrily into my eyes. “Fuck me in the car.”

“Here?” I said, mocking her concern from when we were together in the gym.

Riley’s fingers went to work on the button of my jeans while I pulled her bra down. Her tits burst toward me as I set them free. She reached a hand behind her back to unclasp the band, but I swatted it down. “I like it like that,” I said.

I helped her with my jeans as she grinded her hips. It was apparent that she wasn’t wearing any panties beneath the skin-tight dress. I slid it the rest of the way up and felt the warmth of her body against my jutting erection.

Her ass bounced, tight and ready, over my thighs. I smacked it with my open palm. The sound reverberated in the closed car. “You’re a spoiled little brat,” I teased. “I’ll punish you if I have to.”

Riley dug her elbows into my shoulders and brought our foreheads together. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d like to punish me.”

I grabbed her hips and spun her like a top. The friction that was created when she turned in my lap was almost enough to send me through the sunroof.

Riley whipped her hair back and it showered down over my face. I inhaled the sweet scent of her and wondered if I’d ever smell anything better. She arched her back so I could kiss her neck. My raging hard on tucked in between her legs when she shifted.

I moved my hands down her front, letting the insides of my wrists rub over her pointed nipples. Her stomach was toned and smooth like silk. When I touched her clit, she twerked in my lap and gave me another whiff of her conditioned hair.

I made my hand into a curved blade and rubbed her until she squirmed harder. When she pushed my hand lower, I slipped a finger into her tight, wet, canal. Riley touched herself gently while I thrust into her.

“More,” she begged.

My cock was as hard as steel and threatening to join the party. I put another finger in and she gasped. I sunk them deep into her and turned them over, feeling for her spot. She slid lower in the chair, opening her legs wider, and pinning my cock to the seat with her butt. I held her tight against me while I worked a third finger in.

“Oh my God,” Riley groaned.

I rolled them back and forth like I was beckoning someone to come to me. Her whole body jerked and I felt her release. She soaked my hand as her eyes shut and a breathless cry escaped her lungs.

Riley slid to her left, then reached between our legs. Taking my cock in a firm grip, she stroked me with fast, hard pulls. I clamped a hand on the back of her neck and bucked. She rose with my movement and when she came down, she landed on the head of my throbbing prick.

I let her ride me while I reached forward to tease her button. Our bodies made the leather seat squeak with each penetration. We gave the car’s five-thousand-dollar shocks all they could handle as we bounced and rocked.

The view from the back was almost too much. I had to conjure a quick image of the inside of a Cook County jail cell just to keep myself from busting inside of her.

“Fuck me, fuck me!” she screamed. There was no way the car was soundproofed well enough to contain our noises, but it didn’t matter. There wasn’t another soul within a square mile of this old farm road.

“Fuck me!”

I’d had enough. Swinging her little body to the left, I bent her across the car’s center console. Her knees found a steady surface on my seat and I used my arms to brace myself.

“Yes!”

I thrust into her with deep penetrations. The grip I h

eld on the back of her neck only got firmer. When I moved her, her face pressed into the steering wheel, sounding a horn blast that probably did wake the surrounding neighbors.

“Hey!” she chirped, between the hammering thrusts of my cock. “Wat-, unh! Watch-, watch it!”

“Sorry,” I laughed, struggling to keep the rhythm. “Didn’t mean to.”

Riley snapped back and wrapped an arm around my neck. I continued to fuck her as she caught my bottom lip between her teeth and bit down so hard that I wondered if it might draw blood. “Be careful,” she warned with a wink.

I nodded and bent her back over the console. She pushed her hands into the driver’s side door and shoved back. Her butt popped each time my thighs hit it. I was on the verge of blowing and I knew she was close too.

Her little pussy was too tight, and the way she clamped down on my cock meant there was no way I could hold back any longer. My balls tingled and pulled close to my body. Riley writhed beneath me, putting the very last of her energy into every push.

“Give it to me,” I snarled between clenched teeth. “Give it up.”

Riley sent a high-pitched wail into the driver’s seat. Her pussy tightened and quivered. I scrubbed her clit with two fingers as she flattened out and kicked her legs to the sides.

That’s when I erupted. I pulled out just in time to shoot my load across her ass. She laid still, panting, as I emptied all that I had. It felt like I was high as the love flowed through me.

I looked down on her shaking body and I knew that she was mine. I wanted to be inside of her when I came, but I couldn’t. Not yet. But she was claimed. She was mine. Riley Beckett belonged to me.

We cleaned ourselves off, both grinning like teenagers the whole time. Riley had an air of confidence about her that I hadn’t noticed before. It suited her well.

I watched her as she shimmied the dress back into place. I was sorry to see her skin hidden behind the fabric again, but the way it hugged her still held my eye.