Crash Ride

by T Gephart

  “Oh, really?” The intonation of her voice clued me in she was digging the role-play. “And why is that? The blowjob I gave you in a shower not deep throat enough?”

  The memory alone forced me to swallow, hard. That had been one hell of a blowjob. “No, the blowjob was fantastic. It’s your tattoos that’s upset me.”

  “I thought you said you liked my tattoos, you liar,” she answered defiantly.

  “They’re beautiful.” No way I could lie about that. “But I had already spent money on that gift certificate for you. What’s the chances of getting my name tattooed on your ass?” I cursed the fact I wasn’t able to see her face.

  “Oooo can we get matchy ones?” She didn’t miss a beat. “With an arrow going through a heart?”

  “I’ll get your name but I’m not getting an arrowed heart. That shit is so fucking cliché it hurts.” No way would I get a fucking heart. Power Station wasn’t a fucking hair band.

  “Fine, barb-wire it is.” She sighed. “Make a booking.”

  “Bye, Megs.” I hated saying those words to her, but I knew I had to let her go.

  “Bye, Troy Harris.”

  She was so fucking precious, I hated that she was going to be spending the night alone. Megs wasn’t the only one I was worried about.

  That first night alone I didn’t sleep worth a shit. I tossed and turned until I just gave up and turned on the television. Ironically “The Vampire Diaries” was on and my curiosity got the better of me.

  Two vampire brothers fight over a human girl who happens to have a vampire doppelgänger. Or maybe the human is the doppelgänger? How can these vampires go out in the sunlight? Is it like “Twilight”? No one is sparkling. Someone needed to draw me a fucking diagram ’cause I didn’t understand any of that shit.

  The early morning phone call waking me meant that at some point I had eventually fallen asleep. I reached for the phone and answered it without even bothering to open my eyes.

  “Yeah.” I didn’t waste my time with hello. Anyone who was calling me this early would have to deal with me not being Mr. Happy.

  “Aw, did I wake you Troy?” Megs giggled into the phone. My mood took a really quick upswing at the sound of her voice.

  “Yeah, not everyone has to be up at the ass crack of dawn. You could do me a favor and sound a little bit sympathetic.” She could wake me anytime and I’d never fucking care.

  “Poor, Troy Harris.” She didn’t even try and hide how pleased she was. “This should cheer you up though. I watched part of Star Wars last night.”

  “Wow, Megs, that’s kind of hot. Was it “A New Hope”?” Not gonna lie, the thought of her watching Star Wars turned me on.

  “I didn’t really hold any hope for it, I’m not really into Sci-Fi but it wasn’t all bad.”

  “Fuck, you’re adorable.” Her confusion was so cute, I laughed so hard I could barely breathe. “The name of it, was it the episode four, “A New Hope”? The first one of the original trilogy.”

  “Okay so you’ve already lost me. How can it be episode four, if it’s the first one? That makes no sense.” She took a breath before continuing. “Anyway, I’m not sure which one this was, but Luke Skywalker finds out that his dad is Darth Vader. Their reunion wasn’t pretty, his kid didn’t even give him a chance.”

  “Oh my God, we need to have some serious words, sweetheart. I think I might actually cry. That was “Return of the Jedi”; you can’t watch them out of order.”

  “See this is why I shouldn’t watch these things. Although that light saber thing, tell me that wasn’t some nerdy way of comparing penises.”

  “Okay, hanging up now. You’ve crushed my soul and desecrated the force enough for one day.”

  “So be it, Jedi.” Megs laughed, her off-the-cuff quote from the movie proved she paid more attention than she led me to believe. If I had any doubts before, they’d just incinerated. This girl was it for me.

  “Bye, Megs.”

  “Bye, Troy Harris.”

  One night alone was enough; I wasn’t willing to do it again. We could go to bed early so she could sleep but it would be with me by her side. Besides, I was scared if she watched any more episodes of Star Wars by herself, I wouldn’t be able to undo the damage.

  Given that we weren’t advertising being together just yet, it meant I was spending my nights at Megs’s apartment. The chances of being caught less likely when we didn’t have to worry about Dan and Ash living across the hall. I couldn’t give a shit where I slept as long as it was in the same bed as Megs.

  So that’s how the week went. Megs would go to work and I would head back to my apartment. Shower, change and then fill my day with shit I needed to get done so I could spend the nights making sure Megs came so hard her voice would echo off the walls.

  It wasn’t all sex, though it seemed to take up most of our time. We’d talk for hours. Sometimes it would be just about the stuff we’d filled our hours with, it didn’t matter that it wasn’t important. I just wanted to know about her day or how many times she’d laughed. It was hearing her recount of the hours I wasn’t there that made the time away from her bearable.

  Jase knew where I was spending my nights. There was no point hiding it, he hadn’t missed my feelings for her before we started dating so I came clean and told him we were doing the couple thing. He wasn’t surprised and was glad we’d sorted out whatever it was that needed sorting out. It was good thing too, he’d pulled my ass out of the fire a couple of times when Dan wanted to hang out by making up some shit about us going to get laid at clubs. Jase was a fucking team player.

  “Hey asshole, are you just getting home now?” Dan had opened his door as I’d stepped into the hall from the elevator.

  “Yep, I was busy last night.” Not a lie, my night had been spent getting very busy.

  “A skirt?” He strolled over to me obviously wanting to continue the conversation.

  “Yep.” I nodded, pulling my keys from pocket. I wasn’t in the mood for show and tell, especially not with Dan.

  He grabbed my arm, pulling my hand away from the lock of my front door. Perhaps my one word answer wasn’t satisfactory enough. “You’ve been doing that a lot lately. You haven’t been home all week.”

  It was so freaking weird being on this side on the fence. Dan, playing the role of concerned friend, me, the man-whore. “I’m sorry, Mom.” I barked out a laugh. We must have stepped into some parallel universe. “I didn’t realize I missed curfew.”

  “Very funny.” He rolled his eyes, the irony of the situation not lost on him. “Is this one girl in particular or you playing the field? Looks like you’re going for some kind of record.”

  Dan giving me the third degree was almost touching. He’d changed and I had to say, I liked this version of him a hell of a lot better. It sucked that I couldn’t tell him shit, and that all his worry wasn’t necessary but Megs and I agreed to wait and I’d eat my own hand before I’d break a promise to that girl.

  “Just ’cause you’re reformed now don’t pretend like you weren’t out every fucking night for years getting tail.” Deflection. Easier than telling him stuff that wasn’t true and at least I wouldn’t feel like a total asshole.

  “Fuck, Troy. I don’t care if you are fucking two girls at once if that’s what you want to do.” Dan let go of my arm and ran his hands through his hair. “I’m just saying it’s not like you. Look, I’m not going to pretend I didn’t screw more than my fair share of women, but I know now that it’s ’cause I had no idea what I was missing. Trust me, all the pussy in the world doesn’t hold a candle to what I have with Ashlyn.”

  The heart-to-heart hadn’t been necessary; the reality of that had already hit me. His delivery was flawed but the man spoke the truth. There was no other girl that would compare to Megs.

  “That’s fucking beautiful, man. Alex and James should really let you write some lyrics on the next album.” My hand cupped the back of his neck and I laughed. “Oh, by the way, don’t ever compare the l
ove you have for your woman to all the pussy in the world. Not if you want to keep your balls.” For most guys it was a give-me, but I’d hate to see a domestic dispute arriving ’cause the man could sometimes be an idiot.

  Dan backhanded me across the chest. “I meant it in a positive way.”

  “Yeah, it will still piss her off. Trust me on this one.”

  “Point taken.” Dan shrugged it off, hopefully having learnt his lesson. “So you doing anything today?”

  I didn’t have plans, well none than that went beyond the first hour or so. “Just getting a shower and then maybe watching the tube, why? What did you need?”

  “I’m bored.” Dan shrugged. With the album recorded and no tour dates set, the days were kind of slow for both of us. “You wanna go buy dirt bikes and ride through Central Park?” he suggested.

  “You feel like getting arrested today? How about no on the dirt bike riding through Central Park.” I shot down his idea, not wanting to spend my afternoon in lock-up.

  “This is why you don’t have a girlfriend, dude. You are so fucking negative.”

  “Yeah, that’s exactly why, asshole. If you’re really that bored why don’t we drive to Jersey and go ask Jon Bon Jovi is he’s still livin’ on a prayer.”

  “Shit, that’s brilliant. Hurry the fuck up and get ready. I’m driving.”

  ****

  It was just after eight when I climbed the stars that lead to Megs’s loft. Having been with Dan all day and most of the evening meant I had barely spoken to her and I wasn’t sure if I was going to ask her how her day was or kiss her.

  Buzzing me up minutes before, she was standing in the doorway waiting for me. She looked fucking beautiful. Her face had been scrubbed of make up and she’d changed out of work clothes and into her sleep shorts and tank top. No bra. It didn’t get much better than that.

  The debate I’d been having— about whether to kiss her or talk— was over. I crossed that last step and took her mouth right there. She let out a little whimper as I circled my arms around her and lifted her off the ground. I couldn’t get close enough to her— holding her, kissing her— I’d never get tired of that.

  “Well, hello to you too.” She smiled wrapping her arms around my neck.

  “I missed you today. I’m just trying to catch up.” I lowered her to the floor as my hands got reacquainted with the rest of her body.

  “We going to move this inside or you want to give my neighbors a show?” She looked over my shoulder signaling to the other doors in her hallway.

  I grinned looking down at what she was wearing. The tank top she had on, showcasing the curve of her tits. “I think you already gave them a show.” My hand reached up and gently squeezed one of her nipples.

  She jerked on my arm, pulling me inside. The door got a kick from her foot and closed behind us. “Be thankful I’m wearing clothes. I could have answered the door naked.”

  “You would have received no complaints from me.” We moved through the hallway and into her living room as my mouth went back to work, this time making its way down her neck. I pulled down her tank top as I continued my journey, her beautiful tits popping out the top.

  “Troy.” She closed her eyes as my tongue circled her nipple.

  “Shsssh, I’m trying to have conversation with your breasts.” Any other conversation would have to wait.

  “I want to give you something first.” She pulled her body away from my mouth, and had she not added the next part I would have been extremely pissed off. “Something… sexy.”

  “Well now you have me interested.” I smirked as I moved my mouth away from her body. I’d finish that later.

  She gave me a gentle shove in the direction of the couch. “Sit,” she demanded, placing both her hands on her hips.

  No idea where this was going, but it was kind of hot. My grin got wider as I sunk into the chair behind me. “Is this where you slap a collar on me and pull a whip out of your ass? We both know I’d make a terrible submissive.”

  “I don’t want you as a submissive.” She joined me on the chair and curled up in my lap. “I want you naked.”

  Her arm reached across to the coffee table and picked up a file that had been sitting there. Her eyes were full of excitement as she handed it to me.

  “If that was your goal, you would’ve got me naked quicker my way of doing things.” I kissed her neck before looking at the folder she was pushing against my chest. “What’s with the paperwork? I thought you said it was something sexy.”

  She smiled, opening the folder and insisting. “Read it.”

  “Urrrr… Female. Caucasian.” I started to read off the notes. “If this is to confirm you’re a female, it’s okay, I worked that out myself. But thanks, I appreciate the reassurance.” I glanced up from the pages of words I wasn’t interested in.

  “It’s my blood work, silly. I had a sample taken on Monday and I got my results today. Screenings for STDs and other stuff. See? I’m all good.” She pointed to the part on the page that revealed not only her blood type but also a list of potential nasties, all which read negative.

  “This is your health screening? Why are you showing me this?” I placed the folder beside me, it’s purpose having been served.

  “Because I wanted to feel your cock in me without the condom.” She smiled sweetly liked she’d just asked me to take her to the mall.

  How she was able to say those things with a straight face bewildered me. I loved that she was unfiltered and that she could say the word cock without getting all embarrassed. There was something so fucking hot about a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it.

  “Jesus, Megs. You keep talking like that and you’re going to get your wish sooner than later.” My already hard dick concurred on my assessment. Both of us down for the skin on skin action.

  “So does that mean you want that too?” She looked up at me, a patch of vulnerability shining through all that bravado. It just made me want her more.

  Did I want to have sex with her, bare? Hell-fucking-yes, I did. We hadn’t had the are-you-on-the-pill talk, and I didn’t want to assume she was. But the prospect of slipping inside of her with nothing between us got me so hard my balls ached. “Of course I want to. That’s not even a real question. But you could have just told me. You didn’t have to show me all this.” I tossed the folder back onto the coffee table.

  “I wanted to make it official.” She smiled as she nuzzled against my chest. “I’m on the pill as well so you can come inside me and everything.”

  FUCK. Well then. I guess we’ve now had that talk.

  “Wow. I’m going to need a minute to stop visualizing if we want that to actually happen. I’m dangerously close to coming in my pants right now.” I wasn’t even kidding. One sweep of a hand on my dick, and it was all over.

  My reaction obviously satisfied her, the grin evidence of that. “See, I told you it was sexy.”

  I liked that look on her face, her being happy and knowing I had something to do with it.

  “We’re screened every six months for insurance purposes.” It was my turn to do the I’m-all-good talk. “My last one was two months ago and I always have used condoms. I’m good. I can pull the paperwork if you want to see.” Seeing as she had produced paperwork, it was only fair I offered to do the same. I didn’t carry personal medical records around with me but they wouldn’t have been hard to get.

  “No, I don’t need to see.” She shook her head and smiled. “We can get to the sex part now, you kissing my nipple at the door made me so freaking wet.”

  “Do you practice these things before you say them to me? I swear every word out of your mouth is hotter than the last.” I brushed the hair off her shoulder wondering how the hell I got so lucky.

  “It’s a natural talent, now come here and kiss me again.” She brought her lips inches away from mine. “I need things that only you can give me.”

  I tiled her chin so that I could look at her, her lips parted, waiti
ng for me to take her mouth. I loved her. I’d never been more sure of anything in my life.

  “I’ll give you everything you need, and things you didn’t even know you did.”

  I was in love with him. I had flippantly used those words to describe my feelings for Troy Harris in the past, having seen him on stage but those feelings, they hadn’t even come close to what I felt now. Even having known him for months still hadn’t prepared me and, while we hadn’t said the words out loud, he had my heart. Completely. Every part. I wanted Troy. I needed Troy.

  “Troy Harris.” I managed to moan in between kisses. “Why are you still wearing clothes?”

  There was a sexy laugh against my neck. “I can fix that.” He pulled away from me for a second to remove his T-shirt, his beautiful sculptured chest on display. Every time I saw it, it was just as impressive. His arms came back around me. “Now let me see how much wetter I can get you.”

  A loud buzz from the speaker beside my door broke through my lust-filled fog. Whoever it was didn’t stand a chance. Not. A. Chance.

  “I’m not answering it. It’s probably someone who’s got the wrong apartment.” My hands moved to his belt and started to fumble with the buckle. It felt like I was going to explode.

  “Megs, if we’re going to do this, you need to be naked too.” Troy pulled at the edge of my tank top. He was such a smart man, and one hundred percent right. Naked was an awesome plan.

  My fingers moved from trying to undo Troy’s pants to lifting off my top, I tossed it onto the couch without a second though. The warmth of his body on mine was mind blowing.

  My cell started ringing loudly from beside me, the illuminated screen doing its best to attract my attention. What? What was so important that needed me to be taken away from this moment? Was the world trying to conspire against this happening? Screw it. It could go to voice mail.

  “Fuck, this cannot be happening.” Troy laughed as once again my buzzer started being obnoxious. I hated that thing. Where was a baseball bat when you needed one?