by Roxie Noir
“Mmm,” she says.
I’m breathing fast and lightheaded. About two-thirds of the blood in my body must be in my dick right now, and the car ahead is gradually getting closer. I just hope we’re going too fast for them to see what’s happening: a writhing, wet girl in the passenger seat, me with my dick out.
“Touch it,” she says. Her voice has gone low and throaty, her eyes are half-shut, and I can see her hand moving in her shorts.
I take my cock in my fist and groan out loud with relief as I stroke myself. I’d much, much rather have Tessa touching it — I’d rather have her lips wrapped around it or be balls-deep fucking her for all I’m worth — but we’re on the run, after all.
If you’re dead, you’ll never fuck her again, I remind myself.
Just then, Tessa sits up a little, her hand stopping.
“What’s that car?” she asks.
I’d almost forgotten about it, but it’s just some silver sedan, a Honda or a Toyota. Almost definitely not something to worry about.
“Just some car,” I say.
“So I shouldn’t pull my shirt down right now,” she says.
“Fuck no,” I say, with a vehemence that surprises even me. “I don’t want anyone else seeing you naked.”
She looks at me, surprise and a little confusion on her face. Then her hand starts moving again in her shorts, faster this time. She’s leaned back in her seat so the oncoming car can’t see her, and that’s good, because now she’s arching her back, her other arm hooked over the headrest of the seat as her tongue darts out and licks her lips.
“You like that,” I say, and watch her breath come faster. “Tell me how wet that made you.”
I glance at the road again. The car’s almost on us, and I move the wheel a little by accident, jerking one tire off the road and onto the shoulder.
“I’d rather be fucking you than jerking off right now,” she says, totally ignoring what I said.
“Me too,” I say, my teeth clenched together, stroking my cock again. “We can’t stop.”
“Two minutes,” she says. “Alex, I’m so wet for you.”
I glance at the road, then shut my eyes for a split second and remember Jose and Mike, totally ready to assault and then kill Tessa.
If I don’t keep driving, we’ll be facing twenty times that kind of threat.
“No,” I growl, but I keep watching her.
26
Tessa
This is probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, but I know I’ve gone too far to stop now. When it started I just wanted to tease him a little as payback for buying me an outfit I couldn’t even wear into a Hooters.
And now? I’m right on the edge of orgasm, watching him stroke his incredible cock and telling him to fuck me.
Oops.
“I want you fast and hard,” I half-whisper. “Right here in the car.”
Also, I can’t seem to stop talking dirty, like he’s turned on some faucet of pure filth inside my brain. I have no idea what’s happened. The dirtiest I’ve ever talked before was the time I shouted “Yes!” when I came with my ex, and I think it kind of scared him.
“Come,” he says.
No, he commands.
“Make me,” I say.
“Once we’re to safety, tiger, I am going to tear those tiny shorts off of you and lick you until you scream,” he says.
I moan, remembering his tongue on me the night before.
“And then I’m going to flip you over and bury my cock in you,” he says.
My fingers are still moving, and I move my hips against the seat, feeling the wave of orgasm getting close. I’m panting, watching him stroke his cock.
“It’s gonna be hard and fast because I can’t control myself any longer, Tessa,” he says. “Come. Let me watch you come.”
As he says it the feeling bursts over me and I turn my head hard against the back of the seat, moaning, moving my hips against my hand, fingers still moving until the waves have broken over me and it’s over. My feet are still on the dashboard.
For a moment, Alex’s eyes flick to the road, and with the single hand on the wheel, he makes a half-wave to the other car as it goes past. He’s still holding his cock in his other hand, still stiff and erect.
It takes me a moment to come back to my senses, but when I do, I don’t button my shorts, I just take my hand out. That was fun, but unsatisfying, because what I really want is driving this car.
We’re probably going to get caught either way, I think. Might as well get our rocks off.
I sit up and look out the windshield. Nothing. I pop the back of my seat back up, then look over at Alex, who’s grinning.
“I could always tell you were a secret freak,” he says.
I want to say it wasn’t a secret, I didn’t know until now, but that feels like giving him too much credit.
Besides, he’s still hard, and despite everything, I still want him.
“You didn’t come,” I say.
“You disappointed?” he asks, his ice-blue eyes raking down my body. “I do have to watch the road, tiger.”
I have an idea. It’s a terrible idea, and probably risky as fuck.
You’re either going to die or never see Alex again after this is over, I think. What the fuck, why not?
“Hands on the wheel,” I say.
“Make your mind up,” he says. “Hands on the wheel, touch my cock, I never know what you want.”
He does it anyway.
I turn toward him and half-crawl onto the center console before I can stop myself, my knees on the edge of the passenger seat, ass in the air. For a second, Alex looks confused.
Then I grab his cock in one hand and lower my mouth onto the tip, sucking and swirling my tongue around it.
“Oh, fuck,” I can hear him whisper.
He puts one hand on my back, on the skin between my tank top and shorts.
I move my mouth down the shaft slowly, and feel him bump against the back of my mouth, my jaw stretched wide. He’s big. I’m not even sure I realized how big he was last night, in the dark.
“That feels fucking good, tiger,” he says.
His hand moves along my body, under my still-undone shorts and over my ass until he’s squeezing one cheek in his hand, and I run my tongue along his cock, flicking it under the ridge around the head as I suck on it.
Alex slides one finger inside me and then two more and I moan into his cock, pushing it against the back of my mouth again. I’m wet and getting wetter, because giving him road head is just making me want him more.
That’s weird, in and of itself: I think I like blowing Alex, something I’ve always felt pretty neutral about in the past. But having his cock in my mouth, listening to him groan and talk dirty, I feel even more turned on than I was a few minutes ago.
“You’re wet as hell,” he says. “Is that for me?”
He moves his fingers in me and I moan again.
“Is sucking my cock making you wet?” he half-whispers, half-growls.
I take his cock out of my mouth slowly, then look him straight in the eyes as I flick my tongue over the head.
“Yes,” I finally say.
He’s breathing hard, and he looks from me to the road and then frowns.
“Stop,” he says, taking his fingers out of me.
Instead I slide my head back down, moaning as I do, but he grabs my hair and pulls it just hard enough for me to come up for air.
“I’m gonna come if you keep that up, and that’s not how I want to come,” he says.
The car lurches and then bumps to a stop, a cloud of dust rising up around us.
Then he jumps out of the car, not even bothering to zip his pants back up, and the heat and dust swirls in through his briefly open door.
What the hell? I think as he gets out, still on my hands and knees practically splayed across the front seat of this car.
Then he walks around to my side of the car and yanks the passenger door and the back door both ope
n before grabbing my hips and pulling me out of the car.
He turns me around and pins me against the seat, crushing his mouth against mine as he pulls the neck of my tank top down, grabbing my breast and pinching my nipple until I gasp. Alex isn’t being gentle, not even a little.
I pull my arms from the straps of my tank top and unbutton his jeans, freeing his erection the rest of the way and push my hands down it. Now he’s got one hand in my hair and he’s pulling my head backward just a little, his mouth leaving a hot trail down my neck.
“You’re going to get us killed,” he growls.
“There are worse ways to die,” I gasp.
He bites my neck and the shock of it rolls over my body like an electrical current.
“I wasn’t kidding earlier,” he says.
Now his mouth’s on my nipple, and I can look over his head and see the vast, empty space of the desert beyond, between the two open car doors. It finally clicks why he opened the back door — even if we’re about to fuck in public, at least anyone who comes along won’t be able to see the details from the road.
After all, he doesn’t want anyone else seeing me naked.
He’s got one nipple between his teeth and then he sucks on it, hard, swirling his tongue around as he does and oh my God it feels so good that I can barely breathe.
“First I’m going to eat your pussy until you come,” he whispers.
He does the nipple thing again, and this time I have to grab the handle above the door to steady myself. I can feel desire pounding through me, and unless it’s my imagination, my juices are starting to run down my inner thigh.
That’s never happened before, but I don’t even bother to get embarrassed.
He detaches his mouth from my nipple and some sort of noise comes out of my throat.
“Then, I’m going to fuck you like you want to be fucked,” he whispers.
I open my mouth to say something, but my mind’s gone totally blank.
“Fast and hard like you wanted last night,” he says.
He grabs my ass and lifts me onto the passenger seat, yanking my stupid shorts off and throwing them on the floor of the SUV before shoving my thighs apart roughly. I can only hope that no one comes down this highway, because there’s no secret whatsoever about what’s going on.
Alex puts his lips around my clit and sucks, his tongue flicking back and forth furiously around the sensitive nub and my toes curl instantly. He wasn’t kidding about his plans.
I don’t say anything, I just moan. My head’s on the center console and one hand finds the steering wheel and grips it, like it can anchor me against the coming onslaught.
It takes maybe fifteen seconds and I’m right on the brink, gasping and moaning.
“I’m gonna come again,” I gasp. “Jesus, Alex — “
He stops for a split second and I feel his tongue move down until it’s between my lips and then inside me and the pleasure’s plateaued. It’s almost torture.
“Just make me come,” I say, my voice coming out between pants. “Please, for fuck’s sake.”
Alex pulls his tongue out but before doing anything else I feel his lips on my inner thigh sucking hard. I look down but it takes me a second to figure out what he’s doing, and then he makes eye contact with me, his blue eyes burning in his face.
“Just a reminder for later,” he says, and then his tongue is back on my clit.
I shout “FUCK!” as I come so hard my ears pop, even muscle in my body going totally, deliciously rigid, my hand yanking down on the steering wheel. Fireworks explode in front of my eyes and I hear someone whimpering, “Oh fuck, Alex, fuck...” over and over again.
It takes me a long time to realize it’s me, as the shattering waves subside slowly and Alex’s mouth comes off me. I open my eyes and I’m staring at the dome light of the SUV, breathing so hard it’s like I’ve run a marathon.
For a moment, nothing happens. I look down, and Alex is leaning against the door frame of the car, my thigh next to his face, his cock in his hand as he strokes it, giving me this smug little grin before he kisses the inside of my thigh.
It’s almost tender, that one little kiss, but then he grabs both my ankles, pushes my legs together, and pulls me out of the car until I’m standing again. He grabs me and kisses me and I can taste myself on his lips and my God it’s filthy but also hot beyond belief.
“You like tasting yourself,” he murmurs.
It’s not a question, but I don’t respond.
“Don’t worry, I like tasting you too,” he says, and pinches one nipple, already over-sensitive and puffy.
I take his cock in my hand and squeeze, still surprised at its thickness, my breath coming a little bit faster.
He laughs.
“I was going to give you another minute, but I guess you’re raring to go, tiger,” he says, and grins. “Good, me too.”
He spins me around and I bend over the seat, on my tiptoes, just offering myself to him. It’s not like I could play hard to get at this point, anyway. We both know what I want: him, and desperately.
“God, you do need a good hard fucking,” he whispers, running one finger over my lips. “What did you do before I came along?”
“You know, you’re not — oh fuck yes Alex,” I say, barely starting my retort before me practically impales me with one thrust, filling me and feeling so good I nearly forget how to use words.
“What was that?” he asks, buried in me up to the hilt.
I just moan, and he starts thrusting again, a little tentatively at first but in a couple of strokes, he’s doing exactly what he said he would, fucking me hard and fast and deep. I feel like my whole body might be melting into the passenger seat.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asks. “When you started touching yourself in the car? You wanted me balls-deep in you on the side of a highway?”
“Yes,” I moan.
I mean, it was. It’s insane, but true.
He grabs my right knee and lifts it, propping my shin up on the handle of the passenger side door and opening me wide. His next thrust goes even deeper, somehow, and behind me he moans, the sound a low rumble in his throat.
“Oh my God,” I whimper into the passenger seat.
“You feel so good, tiger,” he says. “I swear I could fuck you all day and twice on Sundays.”
“Just fuck me now,” I half-whisper, half whimper. “Make me come again, please.”
He slams into me so hard it takes my breath away, and I can feel myself begin to peak, almost totally overwhelmed by how fucking good this feels, circumstances be damned.
His fingers are digging into my hips and he’s fucking me hard and rough and Jesus, it’s good, and before I know it I can feel myself go over that edge. Light explodes around the edge of my vision.
“Alex,” I gasp.
He growls.
“Oh fuck yes Alex,” I say, and there’s a light burst in my vision. I think I might go blind, and I’m certain that my body has exploded into a million pieces because I finally came too hard. I hear Alex groan and then shout a stream of profanities in Spanish as he thrusts wildly. I think I hear Tessa in there somewhere but I’m in no condition to say for sure, because my bones feel like jello as the aftershocks of my orgasm rattle through me.
Finally he stops, and I think I can feel him go soft inside me. I remember for the first time that he fucked me bare, and I savor the last few moments of skin-t0-skin contact before he pulls out and leans against the frame of the car door, gasping for breath.
I try to stand and turn around, but I have to lean on the seat for support because I feel like my whole body is made of sand.
“That was dangerous,” Alex says. His tattoos are shiny with sweat, and I realize I must be covered too — it’s easily over a hundred degrees out here, and we just exerted ourselves a fair amount.
“Sorry,” I say. I’m not, but I’m too exhausted to argue semantics at the moment.
“No, you’re not,” he says, and shak
es his head. “It’s my fault, I should learn to control myself.”
I raise my eyebrows, and he shrugs.
“What can I say,” he says. “Women are my weakness.”
He grins, then tucks his now-soft cock back into his pants.
“Get dressed, tiger,” he says. “We’re still on the run.”
He walks back around to his side of the car, and I’m left blinking in the sun.
Women are his weakness?
I remember something that either Jose or Mike said, something about Alex’s thing about women. I guess I know what the thing is now.
“Come on,” he says, opening the other door.
I shake my head, stand, and pull my ridiculously small jean shorts on, then reach into the shopping bag and take out a black tank top. It’s still tight, but not pornographic.
As we get back on the highway in silence, I can’t help but be a tiny bit disappointed.
I thought I was his weakness.
27
Alex
For the next half hour, Tessa’s just quiet, looking out the window at the desert scrolling by. We’re slowly coming into northern California, so there’s less rocks and dirt, more scrubby pine trees. Clouds gather around the tops of the Sierra Nevadas, off to the left of the highway.
A couple of times I almost say something, ask if she’s OK, but I stop myself.
You don’t care, I think. She’s just a fantastic fuck who’ll be out of your life in a day or two.
I stare ahead and ignore the fact that I killed two of my own people rather than let her die. Or the fact that I fucked up this mission before I even got her in the car, because I didn’t want to drug her.
Yeah, I like women. I’ve liked a lot of women in my life. But she’s the first one who’s made me feel like I might lose my mind, the first one I can’t ignore.
At last there’s a sign: BISHOP, 1 MILE.
Tessa’s still staring out the window.
“Okay, tiger,” I say, and she turns her head. “Where are we going?”
She blinks at me like she was lost in thought, then pulls out the atlas with the lists in the back.