by Carmen Faye
“Don’t I know it. Well, let’s get in. You wearing any underwear under that? We can go in naked if you like.”
“Are you mentally damaged or something? I’m not stripping down and getting in the tub with you.” She put her hands on her hips and shook her head.
“Whatever.” Speed had taken off his jacket already, and now removed his shirt. There were tattoos covering probably most of his torso. His ripped abdominal muscles caught Darcy’s interest right away. She fought hard to not look, but couldn’t help herself. He wolf-smiled. “Ah, you like this do you?” He patted the area and it didn’t move a bit. “Check this out.” He pulled his pants down and was suddenly stark naked. No underwear, no messing around.
“Wow, I, you just went there, didn’t you…”
“You can play with it if you like.” Speed slapped his own dick playfully and it swung back and forth. He laughed and climbed into the hot tub. “Oh, yeah, pass me my phone.”
Darcy handed him the phone that he’d put down beside his shirt.
“I’m setting a timer. You’ve got forty minutes and then I’m out of here, and you’re gone. Of course, if you don’t want to kiss me, I’ll tell you everything you want to know first.”
“Good. I’ll just be waiting in the other room, playing Fruit Blast on my phone.”
“Whatever. I didn’t think you’d be any fun. Maybe a bit too stuck up — or scared,” he said smugly.
Did he really think that kind of transparent mockery was going to make her get in the tub naked? Sadly, and without fail, his tactic had been working in a big way. Darcy was tired of fighting her urges and, besides, there was really no need to do it anymore. If she thought this guy was attractive, and he didn't seem like the dirt bag she'd first taken him for, who would it hurt to have a dip with him in the hot tub, even without her clothes on? Her body was in peak condition and it deserved to be admired.
“Oh, fine,” she said, “but how do I turn up the bubbles? You’re not having a free show for the whole forty minutes. I'll at least have that much covering me.” She started to hike her dress up, so she could take it off. There was a wave of anxiety that quickly succumbed to a thrill. She was really going to get naked in front of this guy. Still, it was best to keep acting hard to get, even though it was painfully obvious that she was willing to let Speed get what he wanted in the end.
Chapter Six
Speed couldn’t believe Darcy had actually taken off her dress to get in with him. There was no way she’d done it out of foolishness, though. He needed to watch out for her, make sure she wasn’t working some angle he couldn’t see. As far as he could tell, she just wanted to find out what was going on with her friend. And Speed was going to utilize those good intentions so he could get his dick inside her, simple as that. Might be that she’d turn out to be a freak in bed. On the other hand, his hard dick would be blinding him to anything she might try. If she knew about the race fixing, maybe she'd decided to try and get revenge. Paranoia was a hell of a thing; just when Speed had gotten what he wanted, something crept up to make him second guess himself. Fuck it, might as well just let things happen and try to get balls deep inside this hot piece of ass.
That didn’t seem like strong possibility, however. She’d had made a big deal about him looking away while she did so. He didn’t care; he wasn’t a sad pervert. When she climbed in, though, he had to make a concentrated effort to play it cool. That body, it was too perfect, like something you’d see in a museum or art gallery, an expensive sculpture of the perfect woman. His eyes were fighting their hardest to shoot wide open with astonishment, and him doing his best to keep it together, act like he didn’t care.
Shit, he probably looked like he wanted to eat her for lunch. The truth was, he did want to eat her up, and have her taste him, as well. “So, how long have you known Aubrey? You guys seem to be pretty friendly.” Small talk? Really? Where did all that confidence go? It's not like it was a secret that he wanted to fuck Darcy; that much had been clear since the moment he first spoke to her. He didn't make any apologies for that either. Seeing her body, though, that had completely knocked him back, made him feel helpless, not good enough to even hit on her.
“Yeah, we are.”
Darcy looked down and must have noticed the bubbles weren’t covering her nipples. Speed couldn’t help it; he winked at her when she looked up to catch him staring.
“I thought you weren’t going to look. Aren’t you bikers true to your word or something like that? Honorable criminals?”
“Yeah, some of us are, but I wouldn’t go betting on that with most bikers. You’ll get fucked over in no time. Criminals are not respectable people, and there's nothing honorable about fucking people over. There is something more noble than most people will ever know, about making your own rules when the rules of society don't suit you.”
“What, you’re not trying to fuck me? That’s hard to believe when you practically begged me to take my clothes off with you. As far as I can see, you are trying to fuck me over.”
“Hey, I’m not gay. I said I wouldn’t watch you undress. I looked away the whole time. You’re in the hot tub now, finished taking your pretty dress off. If anything shows above these bubbles, I’ll take a look. You can just make it easier and show me if you like. I like what I see. I guess riding those pussy bikes is good for getting a firm ass. But are the tits real?” He knew they were; it was easy to tell. No surgeon could make something as perfect as nature, he always said.
“Yes, they’re real.” Darcy looked away from him, pissed off, or maybe just shy. “Thanks, I guess.” She shook her head in disbelief and then eyed him, took his features in.
Speed could have sworn she was fighting the urge to ogle his cock as it bobbed about above the rising bubbles. The surging water always felt great, as well. It reminded him to take control of the situation and stop acting like this chick was out of his league. Speed was in a league of his own, so it made sense that no one was above him in his own league.
“You can look. I’d prefer it if you did, actually. That way I can be sure you’re not a lesbo. You do like cock, don't you? That Aubrey chick, she's not your girlfriend or something? Maybe that's why you're so protective of her. Damn, and I thought you might have followed me here because you couldn't resist my charms. Oh well.”
“No, I'm not a lesbian. You don't have to act like a total jerk to get my attention. I'm already in the hot tub with you, aren't I? You've seen my tits and most of me naked, despite promising that you weren't going to look. What more do you want?”
“I'd feel more comfortable if you proved that you were into men, so I know I'm not wasting my time with this little bet. How am I meant to tempt you into wanting to kiss me if you're only into pussy?” Speed said. He was quite enjoying himself now, with the nervous energy gone from him. The upper hand was totally his again.
Darcy quickly looked down but it seemed like a momentary slip, not a conscious act. “Fine,” she said, and then let herself get a good look. No matter how much she tried to make an angry face, her eyes betrayed her when they went wide at the sight of it. Speed knew he had a lovely cock, and had never received anything but compliments about it. It stiffened more as he enjoyed her looking. He said, “There you go, check out my pet monster. You can say hello to him if you like. Give him a nice, wet, long kiss and see what he tastes like.”
“No, thanks. You're not getting your dick sucked, Speed. Just give it up, and play the fucking game that you brought me here to play. I need to know why you were at the race, and why you made her lose the race. I might not have any proof that it happened, but it's only a matter of time. Tell me how you know Aubrey.”
“I might, if you can control yourself long enough to win our bet. Why do you care so much? You should be happy you won; you didn't do anything wrong, even if someone else might have wanted her to lose for some reason. Let's talk about something else, though. How long have you known her anyway? Since you started to compete?”
“We were fr
iends in high school, actually. We got into racing together, used to ride our bikes around the neighborhood trying to beat eat other.”
“Cute. I got my first bike in high school, too. It was a 50-CC dirt bike.” he said.
Darcy laughed, looking a little friendlier. “Now that would be something to see, compared to that big one you ride around on. You're calling me riding in school 'cute' and you used to get around on one of this motorbikes they give to kids to race on? You need to stop being such a hypocrite if you're going to act like you're better than everyone else.” Darcy leaned back a bit, the top halves of her breasts rising above the bubbling water.
She might have not noticed, but the change from warm water to relatively cool air on the nipples would have been hard to miss. The bitch was trying to play the game now, and she had an unfair advantage by being so — fucking — hot.
“Yeah but I moved on and got a bigger bike soon enough. You're still riding the same thing as you did back thing, basically.”
“But my skills and my body have been constantly improving since then,” she said, putting her elbows back on the outer rim of the tub. She smirked at Speed devilishly and pushed her chest out. “I'm getting toward the top of my game. When was the last time you rode competitively? Do you think you could, or is that bike of yours just for showing off on the streets and looking tough?”
She flicked a little clump of sparkling suds from above her right nipple, such a perfect, delicious looking little thing. Speed shuddered and felt some pre-cum leave the tip of his dick. If this didn't lead to something hot and even more wet, he would have to retire from chasing pussy completely. It seemed like it was a sure thing now.
He said, “I don't compete because I am perfectly comfortable with who I am now. I'm not looking to prove to the world that I'm worthy of their praise. I don't want to show people that I can be number one, top of the game. I respect your attitude about it all, but you're still totally full of shit when it comes to me, sweetheart. And I see what you're doing with those things, and it's working. You have a fucking amazing body and I'd love to fuck you. Tell me something: is that going to happen or not? Are you just talk and show, or do you actually like to put your money where your mouth is and live your fucking life like it was your own? You can ride my big one, too, if you like. Still got about half an hour of possible fun left.”
“No, thanks.” She went back to pretending she was bored, looking at him vaguely, glancing about the room, waiting for the clock to run down, letting her perfect tits shine in their wetness and the lights from above the tub.
It was that simple for her to shut him down, no matter how passionate he spoke. Women didn't realize how easy they had it with men sometimes. Even Speed was willing to do just about anything to have her, and now she knew it, was enjoying it, for fuck sakes.
She continued, “Anyway…Aubrey is an absolutely gorgeous girl, inside and out. If this whole pseudo-intelligent thing that you've got going on isn't just a misguided show to try and impress me, you might want to consider that before you do anything to hurt her.”
“I’d rather find out what you’re like inside.”
“I’m being serious, Speed. If you’re doing anything to mess her over, I will beg Steve to bring his gun collection out to show you.”
“You can see how scared I am, Darcy. Look, it's making my dick go flaccid with fear.” He leaned back, opening his legs hoping Darcy could see his dick through the bubbling water. She looked down and then her eyes widened with erotic fascination for split second, because Speed was anything but flaccid.
“God damn it, will you stop trying to get me to look at your package? I'm very impressed, oh mighty male, and you have such a wonderful dick that I just can't stop thinking about it. Is that what you wanted to hear? Shit, get over yourself. I know you're the one who can't stop trying to get a look at my goods. Back to the topic at hand, big man: you need to tell me what you want with Aubrey, and why you were at our race today. I take my athletic career very seriously and I don't want some random criminal coming in and ruining things for me, or my friend – for that matter, for any of the other racers. They work hard for this, and you should be able to respect that. If you have any decency at all, that is.”
“Shit, take it easy, will you? Carrying on like that, using that nagging tone, that's sure to give me a soft dick. Besides, I’m not trying to do anything to her. I’m not the bad guy here. Just trust me on this. And trust that Aubrey would much prefer this just stayed our secret. And no, we're not seeing each other in any sexual kind of way. Today was the second time I've seen her in person, and it was strictly business — her business, not yours. So, you can stop getting jealous about that.”
“For some strange reason I’m having trouble believing that. You definitely look like a bad guy. Or is that just an act? And we both know that Aubrey is not a bad girl, never has been one, and she's certainly never let herself get involved with your type. If something's going on, I'd bet my money that you were the one to initiate things.”
“Why, are you a betting sort of girl?” He wondered if she had any idea about the bet, or had guessed that it was something to do with raising money through the race. There was a confused look to her that told him she wasn't sure what to think yet. “Cute,” he said, secretly talking about the way she scrunched her face up while trying to guess what he was thinking. “Darcy, I’ve got a new proposition for you, if you want to get things moving faster, that is. How about we forget about this stupid bet? There's no way you're going to tell me the truth about what you're thinking. You could be thinking about nothing but reaching out and kissing me right now, or maybe getting a hold of my pet monster down there in the water. I don't believe you would tell me if either of those things were going through your mind.”
“That's your problem, not that your egotistical assumptions are true,” Darcy said defiantly. “The bet wasn't my idea and you can't back out now. I'm going to wait down the clock and find out exactly what you're up to with my best friend.”
“I made the bet and that means I can suggest changing it. Like I said: I'm into my freedom. Did we sign a contract? Do you think I would give a shit about a contract if it worked against me? No honor among thieves, don't you know? Besides, I know you want to kiss me, but you’d never admit it, so I’m bound to lose. How about I just tell you everything you want to know?”
“This conversation is going around in circles and you're losing your edge here. Your plan was to have me in your arms by now, right?” Darcy asked. She was twirling her finger around in the water, still displaying her upper half above the water line. The frothy bubbling was enticing and almost orgasmic.
Speed wanted to do more than just take her in his arms. It was time to dangle that carrot she kept asking for a little closer and make sure she had no choice but to chase it, right onto his dick.
“What are you afraid of? I'm not asking you to do anything you wouldn't do in polite company. In return, you will find out every last, little detail you're looking for. That's a win-win situation if you ask me,” Speed said.
“Yeah, I believe you’re going to do that. What do you want in return? I’m not taking a ride on your little monster there.”
“Tell me it’s little when I’ve got you face down on the bed, sweetheart. We could fuck right here in this hot tub. I dare you to tell me you haven't been thinking about doing just that. But no, I just want a kiss, that’s all. One harmless kiss, and you'll get all the facts. What do you say? Time's ticking away and I really do have somewhere to be.”
“If you're so busy, maybe I should just get going, then.” Darcy actually stood up, not caring that she was exposing nearly her entire naked body to him. The suds and dripping water ran down over her skin, catching the light and enhancing the raw sexuality of her body. “Let me tell you something now: it's been one hundred percent clear right from the second you saw me you have wanted me. So, are you going to let me leave without at least trying to meet me halfway?” She put her foot up and mad
e like she was about to get out.
“Okay, okay. As much as I'd love to watch you walk away, I'd hate to see you leave. Just one little peck, not even open-mouthed. If you don't like it, you can just find out what you want to know and leave. I'll never try to contact you again, or contact Aubrey. Don’t hold out on me, I’ve got to have that at least if we’re not going to fuck.”
“Shit. You’re an asshole. I was never going to have sex with you. I’m not that type of girl, like the whores you probably pay to do whatever you —”
“I don’t need to pay for sex, thank you. Come on, what are you afraid of?”
“I’m afraid of catching whatever you picked up from all the brainless sluts you’ve fucked since you got your first boner. You, though? I’m not afraid of criminals. They’re common as shit. You’re not better than me just because you break the law and hurt innocent people.”
“I don’t hurt anyone who doesn’t deserve it.”
“Right, you probably have your men do that for you, so you can keep those pretty fingernails of yours clean. Who’s your manicurist?”