Crash Ride

by T Gephart

  While my mind was currently being dictated by the throbbing need between my legs, it had occurred to me in a small window of clarity that we were standing in the entranceway of my apartment with my front door wide open.

  That would not do. I pulled him closer and kicked the door closed, the wooden doorframe shaking under the force of it being slammed shut. Troy responded by pushing me back into my living room, my feet doing their best not to trip over my rug.

  We should probably have moved to the bedroom—that would have been the smart thing to do— but we had already established that when it came to sex, Troy and I weren’t very smart. So rather than fight it, I gave in as we tumbled onto my large sofa.

  Our bodies were pressed together as we clawed at each other, our mouths too preoccupied with kissing to be worried about something as silly as words. I didn’t want to speak. Not at that moment anyway.

  I’m not sure how it happened but I pulled off his T-shirt. One minute I was grabbing at the soft cotton fabric, bunching it in my hands and the next minute it was off his chest and on the floor. It seemed like a better place for it.

  He seemed to have the same idea, with my thin cotton tank top magically being pulled over my head and disappearing over the back of the couch. His hands moved to my naked breasts, he grunted in appreciation over my lack of a bra. It also meant less to take off, which was another plus.

  Troy laid back across the cushions of the sofa and pulled me with him. His hands alternated between rolling my nipples between his fingers to palming my breasts.

  I wiggled on top of him as my hands moved down his chest, my fingertips feeling each curve and ripple of his defined torso. The bulge in his pants got harder as I straddled him and rocked against it.

  His hands left my body and I whimpered a protest but was quickly pacified when I saw they were getting busying unzipping his fly and pulling down his jeans. Ok, then. He toed off his shoes and reached down to yank off his socks, my body rocking against his erection while he tried to undress himself underneath me.

  He had only managed to maneuver his jeans half way down his thighs when he’d lost his patience, lifting me off his hard cock and moving me to the other cushion of the couch. The jeans that had been giving him so much trouble were kicked off violently as I watched beside him. His boxers, they were the next to go—a casualty in our desperation to get naked.

  “Get them off,” he growled as he tugged at my sleep shorts. My clothing, the next victim, his attention focused on getting me as naked as he was.

  His body was so toned and defined; the way his muscles flexed when he moved made him look lethal. The tattoos that covered his chest and arms enhanced an already spectacular view.

  “Megs?” He stopped the desperate tugging of my shorts as my feather tattoos came into view. His finger gently traced the delicate outline. “When did you get these?”

  The confusion in his eyes was an easy read. Skin that had previously been bare had two small but delicate feathers marking it. “A couple of days after we last…”

  “Why?”

  “Because I thought we’d never have this again.” The emotion was thick in my throat as I tried not to cry. “I needed the memory. When I was with you it felt like feathers in the wind. Crazy, flying out of control—exhilarating. But when it stopped— when we stopped, they floated away. It was the only way I could get them back.”

  “Fuck.” He cradled me, running his hand over my skin. “They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful and I’ve never seen anything more perfect.”

  “Troy Harris.” My lips gently kissed his chest.

  “Yeah?” His hands played with my hair.

  “I don’t want to talk anymore about things that make me sad. I’m still wearing pants and you’re naked. You want to do something about that or—” I didn’t get the chance to finish.

  Hands, fingers, lips and a tangle of limbs, he pressed his body back to mine. My sleep shorts and panties quickly left my body and joined the pile of discarded clothing. I wasn’t sure if it had been by my hand or his, but I was thankful we were now skin on skin.

  The head of his cock teased at my opening as I wiggled beneath him, it felt amazing as I arched my back using friction to rub against me. The mental piercing hit me in just the right spot.

  “Easy,” he warned as he reached down in between my legs and thumbed circles around my clit. “I’m not suited up yet.”

  “I can’t wait.” I bucked against him, wanting to be filled with him. It felt like I had been waiting for an eternity. “I want you in me.”

  His jaw tensed as he lifted off me, his eyes raking up and down my body as he fished for jeans on the floor. I couldn’t look away, the shine of the metal in his cock catching the sunlight each time he moved.

  Success, he held up the small foil packet with his fingers that he’d dug out of his jeans pocket and all I could think of was that shinny ring that I wanted so desperately inside of me. I couldn’t wait. Moving across to him I placed my lips around the head of his cock, my mouth closed around him and I flicked my tongue along the length. “Megs,” he hissed out as his hand went around my head, his body thrusting with each and every suck I gave him.

  My teeth pulled gently against the ring and I saw his eyes roll back from pleasure, the throbbing between my legs almost unbearable.

  His fingers wrapped around his cock and pulled it from my lips, his grip travelling along his length as I watched him rip open the condom wrapper with his teeth and the slide it out with his fingers. It was mesmerizing as he quickly went to work, the piercing carefully encased in the latex before it rolled down the rest of his cock.

  And then, in one thrust he was in me. Yep, just that quickly. One minute I’m sitting down watching him stroke himself, and then the next minute, I’m on my back. It was hard and fast and my body tightened around him. Had it always been this good?

  “Troy,” I moaned, my head flying back in ecstasy as my body welcomed the invasion. “I need you.” And I meant it. I needed him in every sense of the word and I didn’t want this to ever stop.

  “You’ve got me.” His hands found my hips as he moved in and out of me with long, deliberate thrusts. “You’ve got me,” he repeated, getting deeper with each time.

  It wasn’t going to take long, the anticipation had worked me up into a state that was making me feel crazy. I wanted this, wanted him, so badly that I hadn’t even explored what this meant. Had we returned back to the let’s-have-sex-but-not-date or was this something else? At that moment, I didn’t care.

  Our bodies crashed into each other, his thrust countered by mine. The movements of the frenzied pace getting me so close that I teetered on the edge of bliss.

  “Touch yourself. I want to see you play with yourself with my cock in you.” He groaned as he bit down on his lip.

  I reached down to the slickness between my legs, twisting my fingers over my clit as I exploded around him. Tingles travelled up and down my arms and legs as the wave of my orgasm rode out. One more thrust was all it took, his cock pulsing inside of me as he came hard.

  He collapsed against me, panting as his heavy body almost crushed me beneath him. I loved it, the heat and his weight on me. It felt real, tangible. Raw. It’s what I needed.

  Troy’s arms covered me, wrapping around my body as he shifted to the side. His large frame wedged between the back of the couch and my body. Our legs intertwined at the knees.

  It was at around that point that my post-coital buzz started to dissipate, and my common sense kicked in. I had slept with Troy again. After I had promised myself I wouldn’t do this anymore.

  Did I have any self-control? Like, at all?

  Troy’s lips tenderly kissed my neck and in a moment of braveness —or possibly fear— I asked what I had never had the courage to ask before. “So… where does that leave us?”

  It was probably too ambiguous a question but I needed to know what it was we were doing. I would leave the scary are we dating now? chat for at least a few minute
s, following up with so does this mean you’re my boyfriend? And my pièce di résistance would be oh and we have to be exclusive. That would be a fun conversation that would surely send him running out my door. Still, what choice did I have? I couldn’t do the sex and no commitment thing. Even if Troy Harris was the provider of that sex, it just wasn’t enough for my fragile heart to handle.

  Troy’s fingers lightly circled my skin, sending chills up my spine. “It leaves us right here. Together.”

  “Together, together or just together and not together?”

  There was a lot of gray area that needed to be clarified and now was probably a good time to do that. You know, before we did something stupid like have sex again without discussing it. Sure, like that could happen again? Every single time I was around him alone, I swear I ended up naked. If we were going to continue to get naked, we would have to be in some kind of, I don’t know, commitment.

  “It’s going to be complicated. You said so yourself.” I expected him to start running any time now. Complicated was usually like mood cyanide. Things going well —here, add some complicated to it—boom good feeling gone.

  “Turns out, I was wrong. It’s actually really simple.” Troy’s fingers tiptoed down my arm and across my stomach. His voice had no hesitation. “I want to be with you, you want to be with me. No one else needs to come into that equation.”

  I took a breath and really had to concentrate not to hold it. “Troy, I know I said we can just have sex and be casual.” I slowly exhaled. “But I don’t think I can do that. Not anymore. I need more.”

  Yeah me! There you have it. I finally said it. Who claimed I couldn’t admit when I was wrong, and I was clearly very wrong about my earlier judgment.

  “Look at me.” Troy stopped toying with my naked body—which I had to admit was slightly distracting in the most delicious sort of way—and positioned himself so he could face me. “You think you are the only one who’s wanted this for the last few months? This isn’t just about sex.”

  “I still don’t know what that means?” I whispered quietly as I looked into his eyes. Tell me, I wanted to beg. Tell me exactly what this means. Tell me that you are only mine.

  “It means that we do the couple thing. Exclusively. No more talk about dating other people. That was a dumb idea.”

  The world’s problems that existed an hour ago still existed. Sickness, hunger, war etc. they were still very real, present. But in my little world—the bubble I was in— there was only a Zen-like bliss I couldn’t have even imagined.

  Can a heart actually fill with happiness? Because if it could, mine was about to burst. I would stop short of chasing rainbows and unicorns but to me, this was the best-case scenario multiplied by a hundred. It was my half-time shot at the free throw, and I had nothing but net.

  “You know,” I giggled, loving the lighter conversations we were familiar with. “I don’t want to ruin the moment because I like where this conversation is heading—but this is sort of your fault.” I bit my lip and looked up at him under my lashes. Yeah, it was a total cheesy move and I didn’t care.

  “Oh yeah? How do you figure?” He raised his eyebrow and grinned. “It kind of feels like a two person mess to me.”

  “Well… if you had just dated me in the beginning.” I shrugged innocently.

  “What? And missed out on that stellar seduction in between.” He chuckled “Not a chance.”

  “Do we need to tell people?” Ok, that was probably a bit sudden and didn’t need to be said at that point, but my mind and mouth had this impulsive thing going on since it had been unleashed a little while back.

  “We don’t need to do anything.” Troy gave me a pointed look. “It’s up to us, we’re making the rules.”

  So maybe it could wait— the telling everyone we were together part. Would our friends even care? It could definitely be left for a day or two. Or not. I pushed the thought to the side to dwell on later.

  Sadly the next thought that floated into my cerebral cortex was not pleasant. The trivial do-we-tell-them problem that concerned me five seconds ago seemed wonderful in comparison and I desperately wanted to go back that.

  The silence ate away at me as it tumbled in my head. Did I want to know? Would it make a difference? I opened my mouth before I was able to answer either of those questions definitively.

  “Were there other girls? Like, after me?”

  “You really want to have that conversation, now?”

  I nodded silently, it would kill me but it would be worse not knowing. Like a Band-Aid, I just had to rip it off.

  Troy sighed and I prepared for the worst. “No, I didn’t have sex with anyone else. I was hung up on someone and had no interest in fucking around. I’m not a scumbag, Megs. I am more than capable of keeping my dick in my pants.”

  I had no right to expect him to save himself for me, but I’d secretly hoped for it. The relief to hear that he had, flooded me in a rush. My words bubbled out erratically.

  “I didn’t either. Sleep with anyone I mean. Obviously I couldn’t keep a dick in my pants because I didn’t have one to keep there. And with vaginas it’s more about whether or not the pants are on them or not…they are so much more tidier.”

  “You are so weird.”

  “Why thank you, Troy Harris.”

  His grin widened and lit up his eyes. “I missed hearing that.”

  “I thought you hated it?” I coughed out a laugh.

  “Not even close. It was like foreplay.” He smirked.

  “Troy Harris.” I whispered as low and seductive as I could manage.

  “You know I’m going to have to fuck you again, right? No complaints from you if you can’t walk.”

  I brought my mouth up to his neck and parted my lips, my tongue trailing up to his jaw. If he was trying to scare me off with his threat, it didn’t work. There would be no complaints for me and I would say his name, every single syllable of it every opportunity I got. My hand moved leisurely down his chest as I tilted my head to look at him.

  “Well then, take me, Troy Harris.”

  “So the tattoos.” We had eventually made it to the bed. Her body laid on mine. “Josh?” The mystery of how she met him, solved.

  “Yeah, he did a great job.” She didn’t lift her head. Didn’t need to. I liked feeling the vibrations on my skin as she moved her mouth.

  “Not sure I liked the idea of his face being that close to your pussy, but as much as I want to hate the guy, he obviously has skills.” The detail on the feathers so fine, it was obvious one kickass artist was handling the needle.

  “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

  “Can we think of something more manly than cute?” In truth, I didn’t fucking care what she called me as long as we were done with the let’s-be-friends shit.

  People rarely surprised me and yet with Megs, the surprises didn’t end. I loved the way she felt against me. Her hair fanned out across my chest and her little quirk for hooking an ankle around my calf when we curled up after sex. It was adorable even though my leg would go numb after a while. There wasn’t one thing I didn’t like about her. Not a fucking thing I would change and while I’d I had my hesitations for doing this from the start, none of it made sense to me now.

  “This feels like a dream, being here with you. I’m almost expecting to wake up and find out I’m hugging a pillow. It wouldn’t be the first time.” She giggled, not sold on the smooth-sailing-from-here-on-out.

  “Just so you know.” I lifted her head so she could look at me. There wasn’t going to be any misunderstandings on this. “There isn’t going to be a break up between the two of us. We’re not going to fuck this up. I’m not being a cocky son of a bitch—both of us are capable of doing stuff that is monumentally stupid—but we’re going to always work it out. There isn’t an alternative. We’d tried being apart. It sucked. So we aren’t going to do that anymore.”

  The more time I spent with her, the more I knew it. Nope. Together is where we belong
ed. Whatever it took, and however fucking difficult it would be. Complicated? Hit me with your best shot, I’m ready.

  “Troy, I don’t want to fuck up Ash’s big day.” Megs scooched up the bed, the smile she had before no longer there. “If we are doing this then we have to keep it quiet until after the wedding. I don’t want her worried about us fighting or something happening. It’s only a little while longer. Besides, think of how much fun we’ll have sneaking around.” The smile was back but a little uncertain.

  “That sounds like a recipe for trouble, Megs.” She pouted before I had a chance to finish. “But as long as we’re finally seeing eye to eye on the being together part, I’m not going to argue.” Saying no to her wasn’t in my vocabulary. Besides, if it made Megs happy then it was an easy ask.

  Leaving Megs’s apartment that afternoon wasn’t easy and not for the reasons you’d think. Sure, I would have loved to have stuck around and worshipped her body— we had lost time we needed to make up— but more than that, I just hated not being with her. Funny how just knowing she was tucked up beside me was enough to put me at ease. Still, she had some patient reports she needed to write and I figured she’d get them done sooner without me trying to pull her into bed.

  I wasn’t bound to the ball and chain that was the nine-to-five, but she worked some hella long hours at the hospital and I wasn’t going to be an inconsiderate asshole. So I kissed her goodbye in a way she wouldn’t forget in a hurry, and I booked it back to my place before I could change my mind. Chances were I’d probably be finding myself back there anyway.

  We started our old game of phone tag, with me hitting the call button the minute I got back to mine.

  “Hello, Troy Harris,” she purred as she answered. Made me want to get back into the car and drive right back.

  “Megs.” I did my best to keep it together and not suggest she talk dirty to me while I jack off. Jesus. I was turning into Dan. “I have to say I’m a little disappointed in you.