Nights in the Fast Lane: A Contemporary Romantic Comedy

by Grace Risata

  Dane picked me up and carried me over to my recliner. I pointed to the stereo and said, “The music is already set. Hit play. I hope you don’t mind that I chose the song.”

  “I can work with whatever you have. There’s only one rule. Same as in the strip club. You can look, but you can’t touch. If you break that rule, the dance is over. Do you understand?”

  I nodded my head. This was going to be so incredible. I saw how he danced at the bar. If he stripped as well as he danced…this was going to turn the heat level up to scorching.

  Dane pressed the button to start the song and he instantly lit up when he recognized it. I chose “You shook me all night long” by AC/DC. Anyone should be able to perform to that song. The words matched the beat and suggested nothing but sex.

  Dane put his hands behind his head and started to gyrate like a real stripper.

  I yelled, “Take it off! Take it all off!”

  He shook his head and put his finger to his lips. “This is a classy joint. No comments from the crowd,” he reprimanded me.

  His pelvis began to slowly move left and right. He started bumping and grinding and really shaking his ass. The mood was interrupted when Kitty tried jumping on him because she didn’t quite understand the game.

  He gently took her paws off his hip and said, “No, honey. This is a one man show. I work alone.”

  This was the best strip show EVER. Sexy men and wild animals!

  Dane resumed his dancing and the clothes finally started to come off. He eased his shirt over his head and twirled it around. I was met with the familiar sight of his spectacular chest. It only had a smattering of chest hair, which I found extremely attractive. Too much hair is unappealing and no hair at all makes it look like a guy tries too hard. He flung his shirt and it landed on the couch. Dane flexed his muscles in a body-builder pose and then continued shaking his hips and his ass. He slipped off his shoes and then his socks. There was no way to do that sensually, but he did it quickly which didn’t take away from the performance.

  The belt slowly came off, followed by the unbuttoning of his pants. He unzipped his fly really slowly, as to build anticipation for what came next. Dane turned around so I was looking at the back of him instead of the front. He took off his pants and I was staring at an almost completely naked man. He was a sight to behold. I could barely handle the back of him, I didn’t know how crazy I would get once I saw the front. The tattoos he had were stunning. They literally took my breath away. All the engine parts and gears covered both arms and connected with each other on his back and shoulders.

  Dane turned around and my eyes went straight to his package. I was dying to know how big the bulge was. Let’s just say that it didn’t disappoint. There was also no doubt that he was extremely happy to see me. Dane stuck his thumbs in his black underwear and gradually pulled them down, inch by inch, until I could see the area right above his cock.

  Much to my dismay, he turned back around! He then removed his underwear and kept dancing with his ass pointed square in my direction. This is not what I wanted. Ok, it was, but I wanted to see the front. I wanted the full Monty.

  Dane ever-so-slowly turned around and I was now looking at him from the side. Holy shit. He was fully erect and it was pointing straight out at the world. It was long, thick, and massive. I felt my jaw drop and my eyes bug out. Shit. Was it too late to back out of this? I had never EVER seen anything that large in the man-junk department in my entire life. This was not going to be pleasurable. This was going to hurt.

  Dane noticed the look on my face and came over to shove his thing right in my face. I reached a finger out to hesitantly touch it and he pulled back.

  “Look. Don’t touch,” he warned.

  He kept gyrating and started to give me a lap dance. I froze. All I could think of was that giant object penetrating me in places that I wasn’t sure I wanted it to go.

  “Do you think I would ever hurt you?” he whispered. “Come on, let me show you what I can do.”

  He backed up and held out his hand. I shyly put my hand in his and stood up.

  Dane walked me a few steps into the middle of the room. “If anything I do makes you uncomfortable or you don’t like it, tell me right away and I’ll stop. I need for you to relax and trust me. This is about making you feel good, not scaring you. I know I have more experience than you, because the guys you’ve been with were boys. Let me show you how a man treats his woman. Will you trust me, Izzy?”

  I nodded my head and let myself go. Something told me it would be worth it.

  “I’m all yours,” I murmured. “Take me.”

  Dane took off my shirt, my bra, and my jeans.

  “Take off your underpants. Strip for me,” he demanded.

  I slowly stepped out of my underwear, my eyes never leaving his. He grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. He was careful to close the door before Kitty followed us.

  “Sorry, Sweet Pea. This is a two person show. If I want a menage, I’ll call you, ok?” he told my dog.

  She looked confused at being left out of the party.

  Dane turned on the light in my closet and then shut the door, leaving it only open a crack.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “I don’t want to be in complete darkness. I want to see you. All of you. And I want you to see me too.”

  He stood in front of me, both of us completely naked. I was unsure as to what came next. I knew we were going to have sex, but I didn’t know what he liked.

  As if reading my mind, he said, “This first time is just about being comfortable with each other.” He put his hand on the back of my neck and tipped my head back so he could kiss my throat. I closed my eyes and sighed. His touch felt fantastic and his kiss seemed to send a lightning bolt straight between my legs. I felt my lower half come to life with an urgency I’d never known before. I wanted him like I’d never wanted anyone. This was the passion I had been waiting for but had yet to find. It was kind of a tingling sensation, a flutter of anticipation about what might come next. My chest tightened and my stomach became full of anxiety. I noticed my heart rate double, as if I was running a marathon instead of simply standing next to this man. I was either having a heart attack or totally overcome with lust. Either way, I would die happy.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “I might be dying from the ache between my legs or a heart issue. I’m not sure yet.”

  “Maybe you should let Doctor Dane examine you and we’ll see if we can’t get to the root of your problem. How’s that?” I laughed. He had an answer for everything.

  Dane carried me to the bed and gently laid me down.

  “Let’s see. What part should I inspect first?” he asked.

  “These lips seem to be swollen. I’ll check them out.” He kissed me passionately and I ran my hands through his hair and pulled him closer. I inched over so he could lay down next to me.

  “Your mouth seems to be in working order. Let’s check this chest section and make sure everything is running smoothly.” He took a breast in each hand, gently massaging them. They went into his mouth next, one at a time. He licked, tasted, explored every inch with his tongue. The ache between my legs was growing worse with each passing moment. We’d been to all these places before and I want to go somewhere new.

  “Dane,” I begged, “Go lower.”

  “Go lower where?” he asked.

  “LOWER,” I demanded.

  “Where haven’t I examined yet? Maybe somewhere down here,” he said as his hand trailed down my stomach and traced lazy circles as it worked its way south. He gently played with the area in between my thighs, causing my legs to part involuntarily as if opening up to give him greater access to what lay beneath.

  “What’s this?” he whispered in my ear. “Somewhere I haven’t touched yet. Do you want me to touch you here?”

  “Yes,” I moaned. “Touch me there.”

  He started kissing my neck
while his hand cupped the entrance to the part of me that ached for his attention. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around his neck.

  “More,” I commanded him. “Please.”

  He obeyed. His finger began to circle my outer folds until he mercifully plunged in and ended his teasing.

  “You are so fucking wet for me, aren’t you Izzy? Tell me how wet you are,” he growled in a hoarse voice.

  “I’m wet. I’m soaking wet. All for you. Only for you. You make me crazy, Dane. I want you to fuck me.”

  “No, not yet. You’re not out of your mind yet. Not ready. One thing at a time. I’m in no hurry. There’s several ways to get you off and I’m going to explore each and every one.”

  His finger began to move in and out, speeding up while his palm cupped the outside. In and out. Deep and shallow, over and over again. I felt the ache between my legs begin to build into something else. A need. A need that grew with every breath. I dug my nails into his back and said, “Yes, don’t stop. Please.” A throbbing started and I could tell that an orgasm was only moments away.

  Seconds before I came, he pulled his hand away entirely.

  “What? NO! Why?” I sputtered. I liked that. I was NOT done. Could he not tell I was enjoying that?

  “I don’t want you to come that way,” he explained. “You’ll come when I tell you that you’re ready. You’re still not ready yet. I’m going to take you to the edge and then make you come down from it. Again and again. Until your only thought is how explosive it’s going to be when I finally give you a release.”

  “No. I want to come and I want to come now! This is torture.”

  “Good. That’s the plan.”

  “No it’s not. Where’s the condom? Put it on.”

  “On your nightstand. I put them there when you were getting ready for the date. You’re not very good at noticing things.”

  I reached down to touch the giant thing I noticed between his legs.

  “I noticed this and I noticed that it noticed me too. I’m going to touch it and I’m going to taste it. If you try and stop me, I’m leaving this room.”

  “Sweetheart, the zombie apocalypse wouldn’t make you leave this room right now.”

  “Fine. You got me there. Still…it’s my turn to play.”

  I wanted to do a full inspection of his man parts before they became acquainted with my lady parts. I leaned down and gently ran my finger over the tip of his penis. It moved. I looked at him and he smiled at me.

  “Get your ass back up here. If you keep touching him, he’s going to come all over your hands. I haven’t been with anyone for a while and if there’s any touching before the main event, it’s not going to be pretty.”

  I slid up the bed and came face to face with Dane. He took me in his arms and began kissing me like he hadn’t seen a woman in years. Like he was an escaped convict about to have his first conjugal visit. His hands touched and caressed anything they could reach. His tongue enthusiastically met mine and our mouths feverishly connected. I wrapped my arms around his chest and pulled him as close as he could go. I moved my way up his back, feeling his rippling muscles and his tight shoulders. His arms were like solid rock. Dane’s strength made me realize how accurate my Brick Wall nickname really was.

  He abruptly pulled away and grabbed a condom. He ripped open the package and expertly rolled it on.

  “Last chance to back out, Izzy. You sure you’re up for this?”

  “Absolutely.”

  He positioned himself above me and hesitated.

  “Why?” he asked, “Why do you want to have sex with me right now? What is it about me that makes you want this? Why me, Izzy?”

  That was a strange question to ask five seconds before you get it in, wasn’t it?

  “Because you make me laugh. I trust you. You’re patient with me and very respectful and considerate. I know you’d never hurt me. You opened the car door for our date and you won’t let me walk the dog alone in the morning when it’s dark. I admire how resourceful you are and how you can fix anything. You listen to me and make me feel good about myself. Safe and protected. I feel like you see the real me and you haven’t run for the hills yet. I’ve grown quite fond of you this past week,” I said with a smile.

  “You didn’t say anything about my looks,” he commented.

  “That’s not the most important part of a person. Pretty boys are a dime a dozen. I like what’s in here,” I said, pointing to his chest. “The fact that you’re quite possibly the handsomest man I’ve ever met is just icing on the cake.”

  “Thank you,” he whispered.

  He put his head on mine and said, “I’ll try to go as slow as possible, but this might hurt.”

  Dane slowly entered me. I arched my hips to take as much of him as I could. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to finish what he started with his hands. I knew I would not last long and I needed this release. He was going too slow. I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, deeper. It didn’t hurt, it felt good. He filled me up and it was astounding.

  Dane didn’t move, instead letting me get accustomed to the size of him. It was I who began to slowly rock underneath him. I moved up and down as he slid in and out of me. He closed his eyes and muttered, “Fuck.”

  “What’s wrong?” I asked. I’m pretty sure I was doing this right. If I felt this good, there was no way in hell that he wasn’t enjoying it too.

  “This isn’t going well. I wanted to be all bad-ass and pretend like I was a super-stud, but the truth is that I’m going to last about forty-two seconds before I explode into this fucking condom,” he admitted.

  “Ok. Aren’t you supposed to think about sports scores or your grandma naked?”

  “I don’t like sports and I have no idea who my real family is. Not working.”

  “Well think of something!”

  “All I can think of is how perfectly your pussy feels around my cock. Your tits are standing at attention and I’m not going to be able to handle this much longer,” he confessed. He sucked in a pained breath of air.

  “Then fuck me. Fuck me like your life depends on it and get me off. I don’t care what happens after that.”

  Dane did as I asked. He started moving slowly and it grew into a frenzied pace. He pounded into me like a jackhammer and I lost any grip on reality that I might have possessed. I was accustomed to being screwed by tiny pricks that fumbled around, didn’t fill me up, and lasted exactly 90 seconds. This was different. This was Dane unhinged.

  Still…I could tell he was trying his best to hold back and keep himself under control.

  “Please, Izzy. Just…please. Come for me. Let yourself go. Do whatever you have to do. Just don’t make me wait. Please, don’t make me wait. I can’t.”

  He wouldn’t have to wait for very long. I recognized the building of an enormous force between my legs that was about to be released. The pressure grew until I couldn’t handle it anymore. I began to move beneath him, faster and faster, taking what I needed. I thrashed and humped and writhed and let my instincts take over. I was not going to be denied anything.

  “Fuck yes, you’re going to make me come. If you stop, I swear I’ll fucking kill you,” I shouted a bit too enthusiastically.

  The massive orgasm crashed over me in vibrating surges, each one more powerful than the next like a giant tsunami that smashes onto the beach and pulls everything back out to sea in its wake. It was enough to send Dane right over the edge and he pumped into me harder, exploding with me, our bodies perfectly in sync for that one brief moment in time.

  I shuddered and shook, the tremors between my legs eventually subsiding into little ripples. That was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. It was like he was reading my mind to know exactly what I wanted him to do next. I had no words for it. THAT was what I’d been waiting for. That was like movie sex. Hell, that was BETTER than movie sex.

  As I lie there panting and breathless,
I took a second to look over at Dane to see how he was holding up. He had collapsed next to be, apparently in the same state of bliss as myself.

  “Are you alive?” I asked as I tapped him on the arm.

  “Barely. That was pretty intense.”

  “Yeah.”

  Evidently we were both incapable of speech. It was THAT spectacular.

  He forced himself to roll off the bed and dispose of the condom. Once he returned, he slipped into bed next to me and gave me a tender kiss on the cheek.

  “How are you doing? Did it hurt? I’m sorry it didn’t last longer,” he said.

  “It didn’t hurt at all. It felt like the best thing that my body ever accomplished. I feel like I should be awarding you an Olympic medal for awesomeness. Is ‘awesomeness’ a word? I don’t give a fuck. I’m invincible right now. I can say whatever I want. I’m ruler of the world.”

  “Okay. Good to know.”

  “As for how long it lasted,” I paused to look at the clock, “I’d say it was about half an hour from start to finish. That actually doubles my previous record of fifteen minutes. If you want to know something interesting about me and sex statistics, I generally double my time with each new partner. Or at least come close to double. The first guy was under five minutes because we were young and he was so excited. The second greedy pig prick was ten minutes. He wanted to get off and to hell with anyone else involved. The gay one lasted longer, a little over fifteen minutes, but in hindsight that was probably because he wasn’t as turned on as he should have been because I’m not a dude.”

  “I guarantee I could not have been any more turned on than that. And in regards to your statistical analysis, I will try my absolute damnedest to make sure the next time lasts AT LEAST an hour. I don’t want you to go looking for the ‘hour man’ to try and replace me. I’m fairly certain I can double my own performance. Once I’m having regular sex, I’ll be able to last a hell of a lot longer. It’s just been a while and you were so…damn. Just…yeah. Absolutely perfect.”

  Ooh. I was perfect AND we were going to be having regular sex AND he didn’t want me to go looking for anyone else. There was nothing wrong with any of that.