Dirty Driver: Dark Crime Romance

by Alice May Ball

  Four? I was thinking it while Ryan said it. He looked to see if I was awake before he spoke. That was sweet.

  “Jared, Hannes, and Lubic—there’s no way any of them could have got clear. They were surrounded.”

  Sleepily, I said, “It looked like Ratke and Gregor were pretty surrounded, too.”

  “Sounds like one of them got away.”

  We looked at each other. I figured it was a mistake or something. I didn’t see any point in stressing about it now, and I snuggled deeper into his arms.

  Like I said, I didn’t know how much later it was. All I knew was that Ryan wasn’t there, and he didn’t want me to hear what he was saying. Or, more likely, who he was talking to. He talked about a car, a RAV4. And a meeting. From the sound of his voice, I knew he wasn’t talking to Tynie. It was Gregor. For a moment I wondered who called who, but then I decided it didn’t matter.

  “I’ll bring you the RAV. It will get you out of town. Yeah… I’ll meet you at the old mall.”

  He hadn’t seen that I was awake. So I just listened.

  He was pulling on his jeans and his shirt while he talked. Listening to him talk, I wanted to pull the phone out of his hand. Ask him how he thought he could ever trust Gregor. Tell him what an idiot he was being. But I knew it would be pointless. I knew my man. It might not be too hard to put an idea into his head, but there wouldn’t be room when there was one there already.

  I knew how it had to be, and what I had to do.

  When he got off the phone, he went into the bathroom. I heard him run water in the sink. I slid on a clean pair of panties and wriggled into a t-shirt of his. Leaning with my knees crossed, up against the bathroom door, I lifted the heel of one foot and held the hem of the tee shirt up while I waited for him. As he stepped out, I was close. Pouting and looking up.

  “Hey,” he said, sliding his big arm around my shoulders. “I thought you were sleeping.” I saw the look of regret in his eyes. He kissed my forehead.

  “I’m going out. I’m not going to be long.” And he gave me a squeeze. I thought how easily lying came to him. When I scraped my fingernail down the front of his shirt he gave me a smile. But it was thin. He was starting to move for the chair where his jacket was. I pushed my body against his. Felt the hot strength in his big, hard chest. Slid my hand to hold and squeeze the round cheek of his ass.

  Holding my chest against his abs, I slid up and down a little, and from side to side. Pushed my shoulders forward to give him the most of my big, soft breasts. A sigh rose in his chest. I slid my hand down his stomach to his jeans. I lifted the hem of the t-shirt and pushed my breast against him as I stroked the rising front of his pants.

  He steered my shoulder to turn me around and whispered, “I’ll be back before you know it.”

  I said, “How long do you think it takes, Ryan?”

  He murmured, “Oh, God, Haley,” as I tilted my pelvis to rock the cheeks, the crack of my ass along the ridge of his thigh. I arched my back to push the lips of my pussy on his leg.

  He squeezed my shoulder and he bent his head to whisper, “I’ll be back in no time.”

  I crawled onto the bed. Looked back at him over my shoulder. Parted my knees. Sunk my head down to the mattress and bent my back to stick my ass up high.

  “You don’t have to go right now, though,” I purred sulkily. “Not right now.”

  “I promise, Haley.” As he moved across the room, I moved my knees so my ass followed him. “Haley, I…” I rocked my ass at him. High. The angry bulge I saw in his pants was on my side. He couldn’t hold his smile and it dropped off. His eyes were hard. Intense. I rolled my hips and licked the top of my lip.

  “Haley…” My fingers slid up the inside of my thigh. I traced the sides of my panties, then reached up to press between the cheeks of my ass. I drew a line all the way along the middle, over my lips, pausing to touch the base of my clit, just enough to make my eyelids droop, and on to my mound.

  The pain on his face was an inspiration. I rocked my pelvis as I pushed all four fingers slowly, very slowly, from my mound all the way back up to my ass. Looking him in the eye. Pressing my tongue between my lips.

  His eyes blazed as he bit his lip. He crawled onto the bed behind me. I crawled farther up. Away from him. Keeping my cheek down against the sheet and looking at him over my shoulder.

  I gasped and my breath caught as he ripped open his belt. He came nearer and I reached to tug at his shirt. I wasn’t smiling now, either. His eyes flashed and his lips pursed. He could see that if he didn’t unbutton the shirt that I would rip it and the buttons would all come off. Angry, he unbuttoned the shirt.

  He stood up to take off his jeans and shorts. It was the first proper look I got at his tattooed muscles, his hard contours, the ripples of his abs, the fine treasure trail. His massive, magnificent, muscled thighs. And that impossibly huge, dark hunk of manly heft, the proud, angry pole of his cock.

  My fingers were rubbing gently against the damp cotton covering my lips. When his cock twitched, I couldn’t stop my finger from trilling by the top, under the base of my clit.

  “Now.” He crawled back onto the bed behind me, that massive muscle—that hot, thick shaft between his thighs—pointed right at me. A little moan escaped from my throat. He grasped my ribs, slid his hands up inside the t-shirt to grab and squeeze my breasts. His face came over my shoulder and my chest fluttered as I tasted his hot breath. My knees were trembling.

  His huge shaft scraped against my panties and I reached back to hold it. His pulses sang in my cool fingers. He was so beautiful. Why did he have to be so dumb?

  He roughly pulled the gusset aside. Jammed his cock along my wet, pouting lips. Slid it up so my petals hugged the hot, uneven underside. I shivered as I felt its hardness. I caught the dark scent and I squeezed him.

  He stroked my wet lips, hard. “Ready to go for a ride?”

  I moaned. “Mmm.”

  “Let’s fire you up.”

  His slick bulb probed and parted my lips. I gasped as he impaled me and my juices slathered over him. My lips and my walls wanted him. But I had another plan.

  “Might need lube, Jacker,” I told him. This was going to be a tough plan to stick to. But stick to it I must.

  Pulling it unwillingly back, I guided his cock up, back, between the cheeks of my ass. The buzz of his flesh made my thighs shake. I took his hand. Pulled a finger to the bottom of my cheeks to show him where.

  He moaned, “Haley!” as he massaged my ass.

  “My tailpipe needs a service.” My heart juddered as I said it. Not for what was about to happen, although that was heart-stopping enough, but more for the thought of what would happen later. Would I be able to go through with it?

  His finger probed and I relaxed and he made an opening. He hesitated. He had promised Gregor he would leave right away. I’d heard him. Still, there are two things I know of—or I’ve heard of, at least—that no man can ever pass up. This was one. And he couldn’t.

  He went quickly to the shelf and unwrapped a little pack of butter. He worked that with his finger. The cheeks of my ass got real slippery, real fast. My juices were pumping so hard. The firm, gentle massage of his fingers helped me to relax. To my surprise, I was too excited to relax without help.

  Feeling his thumb, then a finger, then two fingers reach me in there, where no man had been before, I panted, hard. Every touch, every deeper contact, each new sensation made me more and more ecstatic. His fingers slipped inside me, then gently, he coaxed my ass onto the hot, hard head of his cock.

  It could have been the unfamiliarity, it was certainly a surprise, but he felt even more impossibly big. My back arched and I gripped the sheet, clasped and grasped at the pillow. I bit the flesh of my arm. I moaned a long, low, and guttural rasp. First he penetrated me. He let me take a breath. Waited while I closed and tightened around him. And relaxed again. Then he drew out and slowly slid back in. But a little deeper.

  Gradually, one smooth stroke at a time
, he coupled us closer, pulled me farther onto him. Came deeper into me. Filled me. Rode me. Each stroke was longer. Every time, I couldn’t believe there was more. And on every stroke, he became harder. Fatter. Stiffer. And I swear, longer. When I felt his hips squeeze the cheeks of my ass, I knew that he would soon be all the way in.

  When he reached to hold my neck, I bent my head back to get my face as near to his as I could. From my thighs and my core, from my ass and my pussy, the shocks of sparking, electric sensation were so strong that my breath stuttered in bolts. Sensations swirled and swelled. It hurt with a deep, dull pain. But it was a good pain.

  I wanted to tell him how good it felt, how good he made me feel, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t speak and I couldn’t trust myself to try. With what was to come, I knew I would choke. I nearly sobbed just from holding the thought of it out of reach.

  I was up on all fours, rearing into his arms. He drove all the way inside me. His strokes were long and hard now. Hard and fast. My little pussy pined at the slap of his balls as he slammed the whole length of his throbbing cock inside my soft, cushioned ass. All I could do was throw back my head. Feel the tender strength of his embrace as he bucked through me in long, precise, killer thrusts.

  I felt like I would drown in bubbling, brimming emotion when he shoved me facedown onto the pillow to slam in harder and faster. My ass bounced and slapped loudly and he roared my name like a mantra, and I felt the bolts of pressure that swelled his cock in rings from the base up to the head as he blasted his hot seed inside me, again and again.

  When he collapsed onto my back, a single sob did break out from my nose and mouth. But I caught it. It could so easily have become a flow. More so when he murmured. His voice was so soft, it was like a painted breath, on my neck as much as in my ear.

  “Haley, Haley. You’re wonderful.” I reached back to stroke his face. “Haley, I really…”

  Quickly, I turned. I kissed him full on the lips. I kissed him long, hard, and deep. Long enough to feel his heart patter. Long enough to stop another sob from getting past my throat. Long enough to stop him.

  I couldn’t bear to hear what I thought he was going to say.

  Not now.

  Gregor’s hold wasn’t enough to stop him from drowsing now and, in spite of myself, knowing it would only make it all the harder, knowing how much worse it would make me feel in the end, I let him. I stroked his face. Caressed the scars and tattoos. Traced the contours of his muscles. Felt him in my arms. Like he was mine.

  And he was. For those moments.

  My resolve was weakening. I went to run the shower. Shaking his shoulder gently, I roused him. Stroked his hair and ran my fingers through it. Softly, I said into his ear, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

  I coaxed him. First he was drowsy, then he was unwilling, but eventually he followed me. Under the gushing water, he began to awaken.

  I soaped his muscles, caressed and massaged him as I rubbed the hefty cords down the strong triangle of his back. My wet, soapy breasts pressed up and down his back and against his clenching ass as I reached to scrub his chest.

  His thighs tensed and flexed as I sponged up the insides. Then in the steam, I found where he had really woken up. I could hardly get my fingers all the way around the thickness of his huge, bobbing cock.

  I slipped around front and knelt to stroke and pull and stretch his fabulous shaft. The tip of my tongue tickled along the length of the underside. His flesh tasted musty and his smell was intoxicating. I breathed hard as I licked the whole length of him. I slathered my tongue up and around the base. His hands caught my hair.

  “Haley…” He tried to pull me away, but his heart really wasn’t in it. I opened my mouth wide and popped it over his shiny, bulbous head. Then I licked up and down his underside with his cock in my mouth. I closed my lips around him. The base of his head rested near the back of my tongue. And he was about a third of the way in.

  His fingers gripped in my hair. Slipping my lips tight around him, I moved my head up and down along his shaft. My wet lips just held the sides, going a little deeper each time. Each time I slid my tongue farther down along the shaft.

  His hands held my head tight. He didn’t pull or push or try to guide me, though. Not then.

  As I got deeper, sweet, thin saliva burst and gushed in my mouth. He shuddered, and juices burst in my pussy so hard it made me squirm. I had to let the fingers of one hand play a little pressure down on either side of my hood. Just for a moment, as I swallowed him some more.

  My other hand grasped his ass, tight. Sparkles of shock ran through me as his buttocks twitched and clenched. My head was just over halfway down the throbbing length of his thick, ridged pole. As his hot bulb touched the back of my throat, I started to suck. Gently at first. More saliva flowed. As I sucked, he shivered again. I felt the pulses in the backs of his thighs.

  Taking a deep breath through my nose, I plunged down and pressed. My throat muscles twitched and fluttered, but I was determined and they parted, hot, trembling, and wet to let him in.

  He gasped and called my name, “Haley!” and raked his fingers through my hair. From his knees he trembled, all the way up to his shoulders. His neck reddened. Still, he didn’t force my head. Until I put my hand on his. Pushed. Showed him that he could.

  That I wanted him to.

  Then he did.

  I gurgled and gasped and the swelling in his cock stretched my throat as he reached his edge, his point of no return. My nose got all the way to his pubic bone. My tongue stretched to tickle his balls. He shoved my head to slide the whole of the thrumming length of his cock, drove me faster and harder until a beat from his base rippled all the way to his head, and a hot, salty blast was the first of a fountain.

  Bolts of thick, sticky joy splashed into my mouth and dribbled out around my lips. He said my name again in a tone of desperate wonder as he slammed and jetted into my throat. Knowing what was coming, what had to happen now, I relished the taste, the smoky heat, everything about it.

  I held back a tear. I was sure that would be my last great moment ever.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Ryan

  SHE STOOD CLOSE BY while I dressed.

  I knew that she didn’t want me to go. She thought I was an idiot. Maybe that was the moment this could all have gone differently. If I had said right then that I wouldn’t go to Gregor, if I drew a line in the sand there and then, perhaps it would all have turned out a whole other way. But I had already given my word. And, with what I knew then, this was the best way that I could keep her safe.

  She had the little Beretta ready. I told her to keep hold of it.

  “No, Ryan. You might need it.” I wanted her to tell me, I’m not going anywhere. Say, I’ll be right here. Because in spite of everything, that was what I so wished could be true.

  But what she did say was what she probably should have said before.

  First she came close, pressed up against my leather jacket, the flesh of her soft breasts around my arm and she told me:

  “I fired one shot. I shot the lock to get Tynie out of the garage.”

  I took the little gun back and slipped it into my sock.

  Then, she put a hand on my arm and softly, she whispered into my ear, “Remember, Ryan. Remember everything. All that we did today. All of what we did just now. You know what that was?” Her eyes sparkled and glimmered, shiny and wet. “That was love, Ryan. Real love. Remember the smell, the taste, the sound and the feeling. Don’t you forget one single, tingling instant of it. That was the real thing.”