Along for the Ride

“You feel so good.”

“I know I do.” He gave a sudden, joyful laugh and stretched his hips up, pushing her up to ride his thrust.

She fought him back, trapping his prone body, pinning him down with strong hands on his wrists and the clutch of her sex on his cock. “Tell me what you’re feeling. I want to know.”

Her hair brushed over his chest, and he leaned up into it, grabbing handfuls and holding it as she moved. He groaned, his hips pushing up into hers.

“Cal, tell me.”

“So warm and soft, wet ... and yet the way you hold me ...” His words came slowly, drawn out with each movement of her hips.

“More, tell me more. I want to know.” She stirred faster on him, thrusting and pressing down hard, demanding his response.

“Building, it’s building up.” The effort to speak took immense concentration. His brow was furrowed, his expression almost pained as she ground herself down onto him again. “So wet,” he whispered. “You’re driving me crazy, Georgie. I want you all the time. It feels so good ... like heaven is there.” His hand pulled free of hers and rested over the rocking bone of her pubis, his eyelids lowering as his mouth opened in response to each movement.

She murmured words of love in reply and crouched low, breathing on his neck and face as she whispered to him. His head went further back onto the pillows, and suddenly he grabbed her arms, pulling her down onto him, hard.

“Georgie,” he whispered, his teeth clenched. His eyes begged her for release. She could feel his cock pushing up against the neck of her womb, jamming close against it, pressing in deep and sending shockwaves right up through her entire body. She fell still and allowed the inner muscles to take over, gripping his penis with the regular contractions of her sex.

“Oh, yes!” His eyebrows drew down when he felt those deep, rhythmic embraces taking him in. The line of muscle that stretched from his hip down the front of his thighs tightened beneath her. Her body was lifted up with his strength. When he came, his cock moved with mighty lunges. He gripped her hips, pulling her body down hard and still onto the spurting head of his cock. She cried out in pleasure, her body rippling as her core pooled and she came, the inside of her thighs flooding wet with their spending.

A moment later, while she was still panting and her body was swaying with pleasure, she heard a sound behind her and glanced back, over her shoulder. Foster was staring at them with glazed eyes, his biceps flexing, his body working hard against the ties that bound him. She saw the belt fly out from behind him and one of his arms bounce free. Because his hand was free, she moved, lifting herself away and turning toward him, suspecting he would be totally unleashed and a big problem within the space of a minute. But no, his free hand went straight to his cock, which he grabbed hard and held, his face gleaming with sweat. He rubbed it only four times, the relief in his expression clearly apparent, and then he slumped over again, the effort of restraint set free exhausting him, even while he spurted his load over his lap. The chair rocked hard, teetering from side to side with the great bulk of the squirming man on it, and then fell over, taking him over with it and landing him on the floor like a trussed and bound turkey, fully basted and ready for the oven.

“Poor guy,” Cal commented. He shook his head and pulled her back toward him, laughing as he clasped her against him again.

* * * * *

They stopped at the reception desk and requested maid service to tidy up the room -- it was Georgie’s final dose of humiliation for her inept guard. She had the feeling he would enjoy it, though, and maybe the maid would, too.

Then they walked down the steps from the hotel, just as the jeep pulled in to rendezvous with them.

Jason parked, pushed his sunglasses into his spiky hair, and saluted the pair of them, grinning. His companion rested back in the passenger seat, baseball cap on backwards, one arm trailing along the top of the open window, the other hand rubbing at the back of Jason’s neck affectionately while he made the introductions.

Georgie and Cal exchanged knowing glances.

“Good to see you safe.” Jason nodded and winked at Georgie. “Have you two made any plans yet?”

Calvin opened the back door to the jeep and handed Georgie in. “None at all. What had you in mind?”

Georgie slid in behind Jason, suppressing a smile as she caught sight of their bags alongside an additional suitcase in the back of the jeep. Beside them, a stack of boxes containing brand new camera equipment filled up the remaining space.

“Zoë has a cottage in the Highlands, a hideaway. I’m going away with her. We’re going to ... catch up on each other.”

Georgie smiled.

Bless him -- he blushed when he caught her approving glance. “Thanks for getting me here, guys.” He winked and gave a sheepish grin.

“No problems. You’re just about worth all the trouble you cause.” Cal’s tone was edged with sarcasm, but he squeezed Georgie’s shoulder and smiled sweetly at Jason.

“Are you in any rush to get back to London? Zoë has extended the invitation for both of you.” He looked expectantly from one of them to the other.

“I’d love you to come with us,” Zoë chipped in. She was all blue eyes and bounce. “There’s plenty of space at the house, and it’s close to the best scenery of the Highlands and the whisky trails.”

Georgie instinctively liked her, and it was clear that Jason’s reunion with the famous star had been a very pleasant one, after all.

Cal smoothed back her hair as it swept up in the warm summer breeze, drawing her attention toward him. “Sound good, my love?”

“Oh, yes.” Georgie looked up at him happily.