“Next time, just let him take my purse!” she says, relaxing back into the bubbles.

“Your Coach purse?” I ask her, eyebrow cocked.

“Okay, probably not. Next time, if it comes down to saving me or the purse, throw it out of harm’s way first, and then toss my sorry ass after it.”

“Can do.” I stroke her gorgeous blonde hair away from her face again and she grins up at me, finally relaxed. Her eyes, which had been haunted and withdrawn, are back to normal. Okay, maybe a little more drunk than normal.

But that’s a good thing, my cock says.

I ignore it and stand up to clean myself up. Washing up at the bathroom sink, I get the embedded gravel out of my palms and then my knees.

“Oh my god, I didn’t realize you’d been hurt!” she says, staring in horror at my torn slacks.

“Just a couple of scrapes,” I say. “Jumping out of a moving vehicle tends to do that to you.”

“That’s two pairs of pants that I owe you,” she mumbles, leaning back against the jetted tub, boneless as a baby.

“I think I can handle the bill.”

I take a handful of aspirin, shuck my clothes, and then begin to work on bathing Lisa. Starting with her toes, I run soapy hands up her corded calves and over her gorgeous knees.

Diesel, you know you have it bad when you think someone’s knees are cute.

I ignore that voice and work my way up to her pussy, running my hands around the outer lips, teasing her, and then up her stomach.

“Ooohhh…” she groans in disappointment, her eyes still closed, as I leave her pussy behind. I grin to myself. Teasing Lisa is just about the most fun one can have legally.

I slide up to her full tits, running my thumbs across the pink tips, watching them pucker under my touch.

“Ooohhh, yes,” she groans happily.

I slide back down to her pussy, this time slipping my fingers inside of her and across her clit.

“Oh yes!” she says, her back arching as I begin rubbing her.

70

Lisa

Ever since I met Diesel, my life became a crazy succession of events. It was all fun and games, but now… Something has changed, and I’m not really sure what. Maybe it’s the adrenaline talking but, somehow, I know that isn’t it.

There I was, walking down the sidewalk, texting him and thinking back to how good everything is whenever I’m around him, and then bam! I’m getting robbed. And, just like a scene out of a comic book, Diesel jumps out from a moving car and crashes his fist against the man’s face, saving me just in time.

I barely remember what happened after that; all I know is that Diesel picked me up, and how his strong arms felt around me. In that moment I felt … something. I felt protected, I felt comfortable and I felt… loved? No, it can’t be.

But now, my naked body covered by warm water and Diesel’s hand sliding over my skin, I can’t shake off that feeling. It feels right with him; it feels perfect, as if all the stars in the firmament have finally aligned. Somehow, what started just as lust has evolved into something far more powerful.

“Feels good?” he asks, sliding his finger deep inside my pussy and pressing it against my G-spot. I look into his eyes, smiling shyly, and just nod. It feels good, indeed, more than he will ever know.

Pressing harder on that sweet spot, he rests his thumb over my clit and starts massaging it, shards of pleasure making their way toward my brain. A small timid moan falls from my lips and I throw my head back, resting it against the edge of the tub as I surrender to Diesel’s fingers. He keeps on working me until my moans grow fiercer, and eventually they just turn into a long drawn out scream of ecstasy.

My pussy tightens up around his fingers, my muscles twitching slightly as I come.

“It feels so good,” I moan, opening my eyes and looking back at him. The flames of ecstasy are lapping at my muscles, and I feel like a burning piece of coal, combusting into ash.

“I know,” he responds, taking his fingers out from my pussy and stepping inside the tub. My eyes roam over his naked body as he sits behind me, lacing my waist with his arms and pulling me close to him. He runs his fingers through my hair, slowly massaging my scalp, and lays one gentle kiss on my neck. “You’re safe now,” he whispers, and I believe him. “I'll never let anything happen to you.”

“Is that what you say to every girl you rescue from evil?” I tease him, feeling his hard shaft pressing against my lower back.

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