Hard Ride

by Opal Carew

  “Oh, Shock. I need you,” she cried. “Please fill me. Now.”

  He chuckled and prowled over her. He pressed his cock to her opening, then glided inside. She moaned at the feel of his thick shaft entering her, unrelenting, all the way to the hilt. When he was all the way inside, she clutched him tightly to her, both of them breathing hard, overwhelmed by the feeling of him inside her. The two of them joined as one.

  She wanted to feel this intimacy with him forever.

  He nuzzled her neck. “You feel so good around me, sweetheart. I could stay like this forever.”

  Joy burst through her at his tender words.

  She wrapped her legs around him and arched upward, wanting him deeper still. He groaned, then started to move. His big shaft glided along her passage, stroking the intimate flesh, then pushed deep again. She squeezed as it slid out and in again, to his moan of pleasure.

  He sped up, gliding faster, until he was filling her with deep, hard strokes. She moaned against his ear, pleasure rising with each thrust of his body.

  She began to tremble, clinging to his shoulders. Arching against his body. Until an intense wave of joy swept through her.

  “Yes, Shock. Oh, God, yes.”

  The next thrust flung her to ecstatic heights, and she wailed her release.

  Shock groaned and ground his pelvis against her. Her intimate muscles clenched around his pulsing cock, then she felt the heat of him releasing inside her.

  They both collapsed, gasping for air. Shock’s big body was on top of her, the bulk of his weight on his arms. When he started to move away, she tightened her arms around him.

  “Don’t go yet,” she murmured, then dragged her teeth over the coarse whiskers on his jaw.

  “I’m heavy.”

  “I don’t mind.”

  He lay there for a few minutes, his lips playing along her temple. So soft and tender. Finally, he rolled to his side, holding her against his hard torso, his arms around her. She rested her head against his chest and smiled. If she had her choice, this was where she would stay for the rest of her life.

  * * *

  Liv followed Shock into the dimly lit roadhouse and sat down at the big wooden table with the others. After joining the crew on the main floor, they’d all gone out for a ride on their bikes, then decided to stop here to eat.

  The waitress brought them beers and they all ordered the house burger. As they relaxed and enjoyed the meal, Liv watched the others together and admired their easy camaraderie. She wished she could be a part of this group for real, but her time here would end too soon. And when that ended, she would probably never see Shock again.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?” Raven, who was sitting next to Liv, asked. She spoke quietly, not drawing attention from the lively discussion around the table.

  “Nothing,” Liv said, gazing uncomfortably at the other woman. “Why?”

  Raven shrugged. “Well, for someone who just had great sex, you seem pretty tense.”

  “Why do you think that…” But Liv trailed off and shook her head. There was no way she could convince the woman she and Shock hadn’t had sex, so she said the only thing she could think of. “That it was great?”

  “Come on. It’s clear you’re both totally hot for each other, and you two took off last night, I assume to have some long, leisurely time together.” She grinned. “And don’t forget, I’ve been with the man.” But then her smile faded. “Unless that’s it. Wasn’t it great? Are you two having problems?”

  “No,” Liv said quickly, then sighed. “It was totally great. He’s great. But…”

  She shrugged. What could she say? That the only reason she was here was because she’d signed a contract to be Shock’s sex slave for a month because he’d loaned her money?

  Or did Raven already know? Did all of them know?

  “But what?” Raven asked.

  “Nothing. We’re just … getting used to each other, I guess.”

  “I thought you guys have known each other since college.”

  Liv nodded, not quite sure what Shock had told the others about her. “We have. But … what has he told you about us?”

  Raven shrugged. “Not much. Just that you were friends. I don’t know how close, but I got the impression he’d like to be closer. A lot closer.”

  Liv nodded again. “This … sexual thing between us … is new.”

  “I get it. You’re still getting to know each other that way.” She rested her hand on Liv’s arm. “But, honey, you seem so stressed. If you want to talk about it…”

  Liv glanced at Shock, who had glanced her way once or twice while she and Raven talked but still kept his conversation going with the others.

  Liv was sure he wouldn’t like her revealing their secrets to anyone else.

  She shook her head. “I’m okay. But thanks.”

  Raven nodded. “Okay, but if you change your mind, I’m here.”

  Liv sipped her beer, not sure what to do with the friendly offer Raven had made. Liv hadn’t opened up to another female since her last year of college, when she’d closed herself off to everyone. She hadn’t even confided in her sister. Not about her relationships anyway.

  Who was she kidding? She’d never really had a relationship. She’d been too afraid to let anyone get close. And she’d never wanted to tell anyone what had happened to her. Not even her sister.

  How stupid she’d been.

  So not only had that bastard stolen her ability to have a normal relationship with a man, he’d caused her to deny herself close, meaningful friendships with women, too.

  Anger seared through her and she sipped her beer again. Then gulped it. When it was gone, she signaled the waitress for another.

  “That’s your fourth,” Shock said a little while later.

  She glared at him. “So what? Why do you care how much I drink?”

  He frowned, his gaze gliding over her face. He grasped her arm and stood up. “We’re leaving.”

  “What if I don’t want to go?” she demanded.

  Everyone stared at her, and suddenly she felt like a spoiled brat demanding her own way. Slowly, she stood up and let him lead her to the door.

  Once they stepped out into the cool night, and Liv took a deep breath of fresh air, her knees grew wobbly. Shock tightened his arm around her and steadied her.

  “What did Raven say that upset you?”

  “Raven didn’t upset me.”

  He watched her as they walked to his bike. “You could have fooled me.” He grabbed a helmet and put it on her head, then fastened the strap under her chin. “Then what put you in such a bad mood?”

  “I’m not in a bad mood.” But she could hear the defiant note in her voice and couldn’t even convince herself of that.

  There was no reason to take it out on Shock. “I’m sorry. She asked if everything was okay between us and I didn’t know what to say.”

  “Isn’t everything okay between us?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t know what this is. I’m not sure how to behave.” She gazed up at him. “Other than when we’re together, doing whatever you say.”

  “Does that bother you?”

  “It’s not that. It’s just … I don’t know how to react to your friends’ questions … or what to tell them about us.”

  “Did Raven question you about what’s going on between us?”

  “No. Not specifically. She was just … really nice. She seemed to care because she thinks we’re having problems.”

  “Of course she cares. She’s a good friend.”

  Liv pursed her lips and nodded. “I just … I don’t know what to do with that.”

  He stroked his hand along her back. “Why do I get the impression that you don’t really know what it’s like to have a close friend?”

  To her horror, Liv felt tears prickling at her eyes. Shock ran his thumb under her eye, wiping a droplet aside.

  “Fuck, Liv.” Then he pulled her into his arms and held her.

 
It would be so easy to let go. To let the tears flow and sob in his warm, protective embrace.

  But she didn’t. She stiffened and blinked back the tears.

  After a moment, he drew back and gazed at her. Then he sucked in a breath and climbed onto the bike. She joined him and hung on tight as they drove into the night.

  * * *

  When they arrived back at the house, Liv got off the bike and handed Shock her helmet, then went in the front door, not waiting for him.

  Now they were going to go to the bedroom where he would make love to her. Her heart raced at the thought, longing to be in his arms. Or he would forgo sex and just cuddle her close, being understanding because he knew she was upset. Which made her heart ache.

  She couldn’t do this. Let herself want him so much.

  Instead of heading for the stairs, she walked into the kitchen. Through the big windows, she could see the freeform-shaped pool edged with violet, blue, and red colored lights, setting it aglow. Colored mosaic stained-glass globes lit the granite pathways leading from the house to the pool to the hot tub and to the lovely sitting area beyond. Farther away, moonlight glittered on the lake.

  She opened the French doors and stepped onto the patio.

  “What are you doing, Liv?” Shock asked behind her.

  “I think I’ll go for a swim.”

  “Without your swimsuit?” he asked.

  She glanced back at him. “Do I need one?”

  She unbuckled her jeans and dropped them to the ground.

  Shock smiled. “Not as far as I’m concerned.”

  She pulled her T-shirt over her head as she continued walking through the dimly lit yard. Then she shed her bra. Shock followed her, shedding his shirt and jeans, too. Leaving on her panties, she sped up as she approached the pool and dove in. When she surfaced, she shook her head and glanced around.

  “Uh … just wanted to let you know I’m here.” Wild Card’s voice caught her off guard.

  He was hard to see in the softly lit pool, sitting on the walk-out steps at the deep end with a beer on the stone deck beside him. She’d forgotten that Wild Card had decided not to go out with them this evening.

  She realized she was practically naked in the pool with him, and Shock was standing on the edge of the pool behind her in his boxers.

  Part of her wanted to cover herself and swim away, then skulk out of the pool and hide. Another part thought this was a perfect opportunity to distract herself from her desire for Shock and start convincing herself that other men could fill that need. After seeing them all together earlier and being surprised by how arousing she found it, she wondered if Shock was right to encourage her to push herself sexually. And it would have the added benefit of easing her heartache about him.

  She swam toward Wild Card, then treaded water in front of him. The soft colored lights set her naked breasts aglow. Wild Card gazed at them with admiration.

  “What are you doing, Liv?” Shock said with a warning tone.

  “You told me that you all share your women.” She smiled at Wild Card. “I thought that might be fun to try tonight.”

  She swam close to Wild Card and rested her hands on his thighs so she could stop treading water. “What do you think?” she asked him.

  He glanced up at Shock, so she moved into Wild Card’s arms and kissed him, not wanting to give Shock a chance to protest. Wild Card’s arms slid around her and he pulled her close, her naked breasts crushed against his hard chest.

  She teased his lips with her tongue and he opened them, then slipped his tongue into her mouth. With one hand on the side of the pool and the other arm around her waist, he slid off the stairs and turned her around. When he pressed her tight to the wall of the pool, his rock-hard erection pressed against her, and she gasped.

  Panic tore through her. This wasn’t what she wanted.

  He was strong and powerful. And scary.

  She sucked in a breath and pushed him back.

  He moved away easily and gazed at her, his eyes questioning. “What is it, Liv?” he asked.

  “This was a mistake. I…” But she just shook her head and swam across the pool. Straight to Shock.

  He reached down and she took his hand, letting him pull her from the water, then tuck his arm around her waist. She peered over her shoulder as Shock guided her back toward the house.

  “I’m sorry, Wild Card.”

  “It’s okay. Maybe another time.”

  Shock didn’t even stop to pick up her clothes, just hurried her up the stairs and into the bedroom.

  “What were you thinking?” he demanded as soon as the door closed behind them.

  She went straight into the bathroom and grabbed a towel to dry off, not wanting to listen to his lecture, but he followed her in.

  “I just wanted to try being with someone else.” She hated that her voice trembled. “You suggested it in the contract, so I don’t know why you’re getting upset.”

  “I didn’t say I’m upset, but clearly you aren’t ready for that.”

  “So I just need more time, is that what you’re saying? Then I can be a slut and sleep with all your friends.”

  He frowned. “If you think it’s a negative thing being with Wild Card, why did you want to do it?”

  “I don’t think that. I…” She sighed in frustration. “I’m just … confused.”

  “I think you’re just trying to get back at me.”

  “For what?”

  “I don’t know. Forcing you into this situation with the contract.”

  She shook her head, but said nothing.

  “Then maybe you’re just trying to push me away,” he said.

  “Why would I do that?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe because you’re starting to develop feelings for me?”

  His words were like a bucket of cold water splashed across her. Oh, God, she couldn’t let him know that was true. And she didn’t want to get pulled any deeper into her well of emotions.

  Even if it would be good for her to end this now, she didn’t want it to end one second sooner than it had to.

  “No, you don’t have to worry about that,” she said. “I know exactly what this is.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “And what is it?”

  “Me meeting your physical needs for one month. You’ve always wanted to explore the physical attraction between us, and that’s what this is. Then, when I’m out of your system at the end of the month, it ends.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “And you don’t want it to be any more than that?”

  She gazed at him, keeping her heart in check. “No. Of course not.”

  * * *

  Shock’s chest tightened. So she was only doing this to meet the requirements of the loan. She didn’t feel anything for him.

  The rejection hurt. She’d rejected him before, but this time, he’d hoped she would feel something for him.

  Maybe even fall in love with him.

  “If you’re so keen to follow the contract, then let’s start with you being my slave and obeying my every whim.”

  At the hard edge to his voice, her eyes widened.

  “Strip off those panties and get down on your knees.”

  “But—”

  “Obey me immediately,” he demanded in an iron tone, “and with no argument.”

  When she still hesitated, he stepped toward her. “Now!”

  She tugged off her panties and dropped to her knees.

  “Eyes to the floor.”

  She dropped her gaze to the cold white tiles.

  “Good. Now you will do everything I tell you, without question. And when you respond to me, you will call me ‘Sir.’ Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Her voice quivered, and he felt a little guilty, but he pushed it aside. She was rash and had gotten herself into trouble. She could use the discipline.

  “Stand up and walk into the bedroom.”

  He followed her, then gestured to the love seat.

 
“Sit.”

  She walked to the love seat and sat down, watching him with her wide blue eyes.

  “Now spread your legs.”

  She obeyed, spreading her knees wide.

  Having her completely at his mercy caused his cock to lengthen. And the sight of her sweet pussy open to him made his heart race. He wanted to touch her. To push inside her.

  But even more, right now he wanted to see her touch her soft, intimate flesh.

  He sat down in the chair across from her, his attention fixed on her pink folds.

  “Now touch yourself.”

  She frowned as she gazed up at him, then seemed to remember his command to keep her eyes lowered and dropped her gaze again. She moved her hand slowly, pressing her fingers between her legs, and started to stroke her folds.

  Fuck, it was so sexy, his cock began to throb. She stroked along her slit, back and forth.

  “Dip your fingers inside.” He watched as the tips of her fingers disappeared, then more as she continued up to her knuckles.

  “Are you wet?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He moved forward and dropped to his knees in front of her, watching her fingers, wanting his own fingers inside her.

  “Does it feel good touching yourself?”

  She glanced up at him again, frowning. “I … I’d rather it was you.”

  He smiled. “Soon. Right now I like watching you.”

  Then he caught her wrist and drew her hand forward. He wrapped his lips around her fingers and sucked. The sweet taste of her sent his hormones into overdrive.

  “You taste so fucking good.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  He sat on the love seat beside her.

  “Come and touch me now.”

  She moved onto her knees in front of him. At first she ran her hands over his shoulders, then across his chest. Her fingertips found his nipples and she toyed with them, sending heat simmering through him. He wanted to feel her lips on him. She began to move her hands down his chest, but he captured them and brought them back to his nipples.