WILD RIDE

by Jones, Juliette

  “Yeah,” I breathed. “Like that.”

  He increased his pressure and touched my other nipple, lightly pinching them simultaneously, rolling them between his fingers in a near-painful, cyclical squeeze. “How’s this?”

  “It feels … nice,” I told him, looking into his eyes. More than nice. Amazing.

  “Would you like me to pull your dress down, Lacey? Would you like to feel my hands on your warm, soft skin?”

  I exhaled slowly. This was all happening at lightning speed, but there didn’t seem to be any sane reason to slow it down. Now that I’d committed, I wanted to get on with it. I nodded, my lips parting. And my body began to take over. My hips gyrated gently, increasing the sultry friction against his hard, hot body.

  He groaned and removed his touch, holding my hips with his hands, slowing my motion. “All right, sugar. Let’s get a few ground rules straight first,” he said.

  I sat up, quietly miffed that he would slow the pace. It was too good, the sensations he was giving me. Tender yet hot. Forbidden at worst. Spontaneous beyond belief. Naughty. And enlightening, as he’d promised. I wanted more.

  He laughed again, at the expression on my face. It was an infectious laugh. My anger softened and I looked at Nate. Nate smiled, that off-incredulous, glorious grin that stunned me once again.

  “What ground rules?” I said.

  “There’s no rush.” Riley’s hand played the frilly hem of my dress, touching the high skin of my thighs. “We take our time. It’s much, much better that way. Trust me to say where and when and how much, all right? You tell me what you want, but I get to decide how it’s done.”

  By this point I would have agreed to any suggestion or demand he made. I shifted again, pressing against the beautiful hardness of him. He swore, and laughed again. “You’re gonna need to stop doing that if you don’t want to inspire some very serious consequences.”

  “You like it,” I said.

  “Yeah, I like it. But this is about you, remember. Now sit still while I pull this dress off.”

  Riley eased the tiny straps of my dress down over my shoulders, peeling the soft cloth over my breasts, releasing the full weight of them in a delicate bounce. The fullness of my breasts was slightly disproportional to the slimness of the rest of me, but I had long ago learned that men had no problem with my proportions whatsoever.

  “Fuck,” Nate said, his jaw barely dropping.

  “Keep your eyes on the road, buddy,” Riley scolded. “We don’t want to ruin this party with a pesky seven-car pile-up.”

  I hardly heard their banter. I was too focused on the swelling cravings of my body. My breasts felt insanely soft and sensitive. I knew that when he touched me again, I might melt from sensation. Already this was the most sensual experience I had ever had. With Cal, I had barely ever felt stimulated when we made love. The fire was all his. But now, the urges felt foreign in their overblown, fervent desire. And when Riley’s fingers squeezed my nipples again, pulling gently in hot tugs, I moaned loudly. My eyes closed and my head tipped back. “Oh, God, that feels so good.”

  Riley’s hands were big, so warm, so skillfully patient, coaxing pleasure in kneading, intimate handfuls. “You want me to suck on you, don’t you, sugar? I think you’d like that, sweet darlin’. Sit up and offer yourself to my mouth.”

  I didn’t hesitate, but my movements felt languid and slow. I did as he asked, swivelling, straddling his hips, rubbing my wet panties against his straining arousal, offering my breasts to his mouth. And when he drew my nipple into that velvet fire, I thought I might be there. It was so beautiful, this intimacy, so high and so intense. Was I there yet? Was this what he’d promised me? I writhed against him again, and felt a rising surge that was excruciating in its blossoming, building heat. But my breast slipped from his mouth, and he held my hips in his hands, forcing me to stop my impassioned movement. “Lacey,” Riley scolded. “Now what did I tell you? Slow down, girl. Let me guide the pace, all right?”

  “All right,” I whispered, shy and hot and crazy all at the same time.

  “Don’t worry,” Riley chuckled. “I made you a promise and I always keep my word. Now lean closer, darlin’, slowly. Put that perfect, juicy little nipple right into my mouth so I can make you feel good.”

  I obeyed him, leaning closer, offering my nipple to him coyly.

  He licked me, and his teeth scraped against the tender flesh. I moaned again. “Is this what you want?” he murmured, looking into my eyes.

  I was too far gone to even answer him. I could only take off his hat so I could watch him, placing it to the side as he suckled on me like a man-child, feeding off my pleasure, sending sharp darts of beauty deep into my body, igniting me entirely. He held my breasts together, holding them so my nipples were close to each other. Then he languidly fed off one before feasting on the other. His mouth was hungry, greedy, yet stealthy and skilled. The soft pulls of his mouth were the most intensely blissful sensation I had ever, ever experienced. It took every ounce of effort I possessed not to wriggle my sex against him. I knew he would stop and if he stopped, I thought I might cry or die of agony at the removal of his mouth, his mouth.

  “Damn, you are so fucking sweet,” Riley said. “You are the hottest, sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. And you taste like the sweetest honey. You ready for more, sugar? I think you’re ready. Why don’t you help me take this dress all the way off. I want to see you. I want to see all of you. Do you want me to?”

  God, I loved the way he talked. They way he asked. Even when he knew I was half-crazed with desire for more of this, and of him.

  “I think Nate wants to see you, too,” Riley purred. “You want to show us both how pretty you are, don’t you?”

  I’d almost forgotten about Nate. But when I changed position, turning to look at him, he’d taken off his sunglasses. And the burning fire in his dark blue eyes was unmistakable. “I … do you? Do you want to see me, Nate?” I said, an innate shyness lingering, but strangely overtaken by an instinctual, sexy femininity, some deep-seated urge that wanted to show him, and invite him.

  “Like I’ve never wanted anything in my life, darlin’,” Nate said. “But only if you want me to.” Were all Texans this polite?

  I couldn’t help laughing lightly at my own brazenness, my own abandon. I felt wild. Free. Exquisitely, empoweringly feminine. “I do. I do want you to.”

  Riley was pulling the dress down, over my hips. As he did, this thumbs caught the edges of my panties and pulled them down too, removing everything. I was sitting on Riley’s lap, my legs together and draped over his, facing Nate.

  And I was completely, entirely naked. It was a strange turn of events, if I’d happened to stop and think about it. But my body felt more alive than it ever had. I felt womanly and beautiful and so turned on I thought I might go mad. The vulnerability, of being entirely displayed while this big, hulking, magnificent male drank in the sight of my nakedness was almost enough to spiral me into orbit. I could feel the rise tickling me and the moisture at my core began to pearl and to slide.

  “You want Nate to touch you, too, don’t you, sugar?” Maybe only Riley could have found this entertaining. “You’re lookin’ at him like you want him to eat you alive.”

  That’s because he’s so damn gorgeous, was the thought that went through my mind. So strong and so lusty. The way his dark gaze caressed my pale curves was one of the most intensely erotic things that had ever happened to me.

  Nate licked his thumb and his finger. Then, with only the occasional glance at the highway – which, if I’d been in a state of mind to consider it, could have been sort of alarming – he reached over and pinched my nipple between those two rough, wet fingers, coiling, rubbing, squeezing. A bolt of sensation channeled from the nipple he played directly to my plumped, slippery sex, which was pressed against a very aroused Riley.

  “Oh,” I moaned.

  “Fuck, you’re sexy,” Riley drawled. “You ready for the main event, sweet? Lie back a little.
Yeah, just like that. That’s my girl.” I let Riley’s strong hands adjust my position willingly. I felt supremely nubile, deliciously young. “I’m going to open your legs. Prop your knee right here, that’s it. Let Nate put one of your legs across his lap. Good girl. And this one like this. Holy hell, sugar, you are fucking gorgeous. And so ready. How’d you get so wet? Oh, God, look at you. You are one sexy, sexy girl, Lacey. Damn.”

  And Nate’s gaze caught mine again. His large hand was fondling my breast, incredibly tenderly. His voice was low but his words were unmistakable. “Gorgeous girl,” he said, and then in a low murmur, “My turn next.”

  I felt the slow pulse between my legs, as Nate’s gaze slid lower.

  I was so turned on I felt almost disoriented by it. “Nate,” I breathed. “Riley?”

  “Right here, darlin’,” Riley murmured. “You want me to touch you now? You want me to touch that sweet little pussy and show you what all the fuss is about?”

  I knew better than to plead with him. He might pause, or make me wait. I cooed my agreement softly, invitingly. “Yes, I’m ready. I want to feel you touch me.”

  And there he was. Both his hands were there, gently, oh so gently. His fingers traced the rim, using my own moisture to glide along the lips of my sex, opening me.

  “Holy fucking hell,” Nate groaned. “ I can’t take this.”

  “Keep driving,” Riley said. “I promised Lacey her first orgasm right here in the front seat of this car at seventy-five miles per hour and that’s what I plan on givin’ her. Then we’ll take it from there.” And his fingers continued their blissful caress, parting my intimate curls, baring me completely. “Isn’t that right, sweet girl, so blond all over. You like this?”

  I was crazed with the promised heights of the pleasure he was delivering. And Nate’s strong, gentle fingers were teasing my nipples; one, then the other. Pulling pleasure from my body while simultaneously planting it deeper. I could feel the edges of the melting rise, licking at the heat, pulling me towards oblivion. I wanted to get there so badly I couldn’t stop myself from pleading with them. This was what all the fuss was about, already, and I wasn’t even there yet. But I was getting closer. Much, much closer than I’d ever been. “Yes, yes. Oh, God. Please don’t stop. I’ll do anything. Anything. Please don’t stop.”

  “We’re not stopping, darlin’. Not until I’ve made good on my promise. You’re gonna like this a whole lot.” Riley’s fingers teased me, rimming me but not centering, promising but not fulfilling. I couldn’t help it: my hips swiveled in a searching lift. To get closer. To draw him in. “Lie still, honey. You can do that for me. Let me come to you. Don’t chase it. Just let the pleasure come to you.”

  I cried out when his fingers found that electric, hyper-sensitive nub, rubbing softly, revealing it as he slid two fingers into my body. “You want me inside you like this?” he whispered into my ear. “You want me?”

  “Oh, God, yes, yes.” I was practically whimpering with need. “Please, Riley, please.”

  “Here I am, honey. Right here.” And his fingers slid deeper, gliding easily into the silky constriction. He curved his fingers, rubbing against a very sensitive place inside me. And with his other hand, his fingers began to grasp, to gently squeeze and pull and work my clit with sublime coercion. His hands played in a rhythmic partnership, each stroke and each tug delivering washes of pleasure the likes of which I had never, ever imagined. My mind shut down and my body came to life. I was moaning, crying out. The ecstasy flooded me, racking my body with numbing glides of voracious, endless bliss that rose to an impossible peak, then shattered into tight, clenching rushes of pleasure. My pussy spasmed around Riley’s fingers, over and over, until the rapture began to calm and lengthen. His fingers squeezed and rubbed me again, more gently now, and the pleasure spun out once more, lulling me into a drowsed haze. My eyes were closed. My limbs felt heavy. I was too blissed-out to move. I felt Riley’s fingers slip from my body. I felt Nate’s touch being removed. My dress was draped around me and my head was cradled against Riley’s shoulder, my feet settled onto Nate’s lap.

  “Damn,” I heard Riley say. “How much farther?”

  Nate murmured some low reply that I couldn’t quite hear. I was floating, riding the rush.

  I dozed for a while, then awoke to the sound of the humming engine. When I opened my eyes, it was darker, just off dusk. I looked up at Riley. His hat was back on and he smiled at me from the shadow of its rim. “You all right, darlin’?” he murmured.

  “Just fine,” I said quietly. “You?”

  “Fantastic,” he smiled.

  “How’s Nate?” I said, looking over at him. My foot was resting on his thigh, and I barely wriggled it, to spur an answer from him, if he would give one.

  “You don’t want to mess with him, sugar,” Riley teased. “He’s into all kinds of twisty stuff.”

  I couldn’t help asking it. “Like what?”

  Nate didn’t answer but he looked over at me briefly. Then he smiled.

  “One step at a time,” Riley laughed lightly, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. I didn’t understand what he meant by that, but I didn’t push it.

  “You were right,” I said to him, transfixed by the gold flicks of his hair and the curve of his lips as he spoke.

  “Told you,” Riley replied.

  “It was so easy for you,” I said, a little amazed that I was here. I should have been starting my second shift at The Rusty Nail right about now. Not recovering from the effects of a life-altering climax while draped across the laps of two All-star Texans under a purple-pink sky.

  “Sometimes a girl just needs the right touch.”

  “We’re gonna stop just up ahead,” Nate said. “At our hotel. We’re almost there.” And I went from transfixed by Riley’s looks and newfound powers to riveted by the sound of Nate’s simple pronouncement. That voice. That odd, funnelling vibration that burrowed into me along with the smooth sound of it. The stilled waves of my earth-shattering orgasm fluttered, and held on. Damn it all. I wanted more. I wanted more of them. Both of them.

  I couldn’t tell if it was these cowboys themselves or the uninhibited, awakened zone I was newly inhabiting, but my body was responding to them, again. I felt sexually famished, as though I’d been reborn the minute I climbed into the back seat of their Mustang as a pleasure-seeker, a golden goddess, a powerful nymph with handfuls of luck and sensual promises, all rolled into one.

  There was no question I would stay with them, and they didn’t ask. I was glad about this. I didn’t know how the evening would unfold, if Riley’s promise was as far as things would go. All I knew was that tonight was ours. To see where the starry darkness might lead us.

  Chapter Four

  Twilight offered little relief from the heat. The air was hot and my skin felt sticky. Shimmery waves cast the landscape with a low-lit, off-focused glow.

  I sat up on Riley’s lap. He’d draped my dress over me and I lifted it, slipping it back over my head. The flash of naked skin did not escape Nate’s attention. Nothing, in fact, seemed to escape Nate’s attention. He might have been the strong and silent type, but he was very aware. Reading every nuance of the scene around him. Catching every detail of my shape and my movement.

  It was very obvious to me that Nate was not only intrigued by me but almost hyper-attentive. It was Riley who’d first issued the invitation, but Nate was equally eager, if not moreso; I could tell this by the way he watched me, the prowly heat in his gaze that was not only hungry but also protective, like this unusual spontaneity we’d shared had somehow bonded us, all three. And I couldn’t help recalling that promise: My turn next.

  We pulled into the hotel. A very big, fancy one with fountains and spotlights and limousines. Nate pulled up in front and a man in a black uniform offered to park the car for him. Two other men took my bag and several more from the trunk as Riley helped me out of the car. Nate gave one of the men some cash from a roll of it he pulled from his pocket. />
  Wow. What a way to live. With Mustangs and attendants and big rolls of cash. I’d never seen anything like it in my whole life. It was like a movie. Like a scene out of someone else’s life, not mine. But then I remembered: I was twenty-one now. I was on my way to becoming an independent college student and eventually, a successful businesswoman. One that wasn’t frigid or inexperienced, but worldly and capable. Why the hell couldn’t this be my life?

  This, I’d never even realized, was what I wanted: a little luxury now and then; that crazy sense of excitement that came from being on the road, headed in the right direction, free; and, most of all, this all-compassing glow of lust, and possibilities.

  A mad thought crossed my mind. If it was this empowering and sexy to be on the receiving end of such pleasure, what would it feel like to deliver it?

  I wanted to find out.

  Luckily for me, I had not one but two prime candidates available to me. I could test out my curiosities. They were both watching me, and I smiled at them. I wanted to please them like they’d never been pleased. I wanted each and every one of those thousand orgasms they might have experienced to pale in comparison to what I was capable of giving them. I wanted to enlighten them, like they’d enlightened me.

  Tonight.

  My plan made me feel more wanton than ever. Riley’s hand was slung protectively around my waist. I was sun-tanned and windblown and high from whiskey and youth and a killer endorphin rush. I wore nothing under my short cotton dress. My long white-blond hair was disheveled, hanging in loose coils. The world had taken on an ethereal glow and I felt beautiful. As if to agree with me, Riley gave me a kiss that might have been more appropriate in a private, locked suite than in the middle of an opulent hotel lobby.