One Wild Ride

by Lauren Hawkeye

  No, I wasn’t going to let this one go anywhere. I was going to keep her. This was a once in a lifetime stroke of luck, and I knew it.

  “Um. Not, like, whips or anything. At least, I don’t think so.” I shifted uncomfortably. In fact, I was pretty sure I’d be into a good flogging with a whip. Like, really into it. The idea of that much pain, bright and beautiful, made my cock rock hard.

  But baby steps. I’d never had this conversation before, not like this. Not like it was a possibility that might actually happen.

  Time enough to whip—ha—the whips out later.

  “Just... nails, on my back. Hard enough to break the skin. Biting, enough to leave a mark. Slapping me in the face is good too.” The last one slipped out before I meant it to, and I froze, waiting for her reaction. “But I’m not submissive. I still like to be in charge. I just like... need... that edge.”

  “What... what about spanking?” Her voice was husky, her pupils dilated, and I nearly swallowed my tongue when I realized that, rather than being repulsed, she was aroused.

  Her words were a direct contrast to the innocence that I sensed was imprinted on her very DNA. If this girl had ever spanked anyone before, I’d quit the band and become an accountant.

  But the fact that she looked like she just might be willing to give it a go... that was fucking great.

  “I’ve... ah... never been spanked before,” I admitted, and felt my face flush. Me, Levi Sinclair, who was usually cocksure and confident. In control.

  As I snuck a peek at Mercedes, I saw her eyes darken. Turning nearly navy blue with arousal, she shifted, then seemed to consider.

  She’d reacted so amazingly to my confession, I couldn’t help but be patient with her. Even though what I really wanted to do was to strip her naked and bury my face between my legs to express my appreciation.

  “I have to tell you something too.” Leaning forward, she whispered her words into the night air, like we were co-conspirators, which I guess we were.

  “After what I just told you, I think you can tell me pretty much anything you want.” I found my gaze fixed on her lips.

  The air around us thickened, pulsed.

  I waited.

  “I only came to this rally because... shit, this sounds so stupid.” Looking up at me with big eyes, she was an entirely different girl than the one who had seduced me with a swish of her hips, then flipped me off.

  I mimed biting and scratching, reminding her of my confession, startling a laugh from her.

  “I’m twenty-one years old and I’ve never really done anything that I wanted to do.” Lacing her fingers together in her lap, she stared at them as if they contained the courage she needed to keep talking. “I’ve always just flown under the radar as best I could, because my older sister caused enough trouble. Getting pregnant at sixteen in a super conservative family meant my parents just tightened the reins on me some more. And now, instead of letting me have a summer off, then starting a job of my choosing in my field... they accepted a position on my behalf. A reception position at my dad’s friend’s company. So that I can get to know the son of that friend better.”

  She laughed, the sweet cadence of her tone tinged with bitterness. “Every time I try to rebel, that parental guilt just sucks me back in. My sister Rachel bucked their plans, so they try extra hard with me. And two weeks ago, I just had it. I walked out.”

  “Good for you.” My voice was emphatic. My mother was a drunk, and I had no idea who my father was, but at least no one had ever tried to tell me how to live my life.

  “But I’ll go back. I know I will.” Her voice was small, layered heavily with guilt. “No matter how... suffocated... I feel. They do their best. They love me. So... I’ll have my one moment of true freedom. And that will have to be enough.”

  “Mercedes.” I had a hard time reconciling the brash girl I’d met tonight with the person she was describing.

  But her expression was crestfallen, her lips parted slightly in a pout—she was upset.

  Now was probably not the time to tell her that I would do my best to convince her to stay with me. In fact, I could see the two of us in my mind’s eye, flying down the freeway on my bike, that golden hair of hers flying out from beneath her helmet.

  Of her skin, warm from the sun as she lounged naked on the beach for me. Of skinny dipping after sundown in the freezing water of the Atlantic.

  Of finding ways to warm each other up.

  No I couldn’t bring any of that up just yet. But there was something else I could do, something she was begging me for with those big blue eyes of her.

  And I was a man. I couldn’t resist any longer. She was so damn beautiful. Physically, yes, but more than that... She’d accepted my secret, making her a goddess in my eyes.

  “Well, I need to tell you something else.” Taking her face gently in my hands, I kissed her again. Just a soft brush of my lips over her own, yet the heat resonated throughout my entire body.

  “Bad girls have more fun, Mercedes.” I pulled back, the beating of my heart not unlike the pounding of the drums when I was really getting into it.

  “And maybe you don’t need to think about doing something you think is wild. Maybe you should just do what you feel like doing.” It was hard to speak, hard to think of anything besides the heat of her body, the scent of her skin—something tropical, something that made me want to take a bite.

  “Can I show you what I feel like doing right now?” Her voice was barely more than a whisper, but it was the only thing that I could hear.

  I nodded, tilting my head, wanting to lean in and kiss her again.

  Crack.

  I reared back as heat seared my left cheek, shock vibrating all the way through my body, right down to the soles of my feet.

  She’d slapped me, right across the cheek. The burn in my cheek that her palm had left twined tightly with the desire I’d already felt for her, and my cock, which had been semi-erect since she’d sat down beside me, hardened to the point of pain.

  I groaned.

  Holy shit.

  I’d found the girl of my dreams.

  Her mouth parted in an “o” of shock—shock that she’d actually done it? Mercedes had jumped to her knees, her entire body vibrating with tension... waiting for me to react.

  “Fuck.” I did the only thing I could think of—lunging forward, I grabbed her, fisted my hands in her hair, and kissed her.

  “Levi.” Moaning my name against my lips, she grabbed my shirt in her hands, tugging so hard that I thought she might rip it.

  Her nails dug into the muscle of my shoulder and I hissed as the sweet, hot pain sizzled on my skin.

  With what was left of my brain, I broke the kiss, pulled back. “Are you sure you want this?” The last thing I wanted was to leave her scarred for life because I’d asked her to hurt me.

  “Yes. Now.” In response she pushed me backward, into the van. Catching her around the waist, I rolled her beneath me, clasping her wrists in my fingers, holding her tight.

  “I might like pain, sweetheart,” I started, rolling my hips against hers, making her gasp. “But I still like to be the boss.”

  She arched beneath me, pressing the length of her body against mine. “Okay, you can be the boss while I have my way with you.” Arching her neck, she caught my mouth in another hot, wet kiss. “You did say I should do what makes me feel good.”

  With that, her fingers found the waistband of my jeans, slid beneath them, found my cock. She scored her nails over the top, and instinct took over for me.

  Taking a scant second to lean over, to close the doors of the van, I then clasped her ass in both hands, rolling us again so that she was on top.

  “There,” I panted, my hips jerking as her fingers slowly played with the zipper at my waist. “Do what you’ve got to do. Far be it from me to stop you.”

  MERCEDES

  I wrapped my arms and legs around him, savoring the feeling of Levi’s impossibly hard body beneath mine. God, he was jus
t so perfect—wickedly so—and I wanted to devour him whole, from the stubble that lined his jaw, all the way down to his toes.

  It was easier to be wild, here in the darkness. Here I could pretend that I was someone else—no, actually, here I could become who I really was.

  A person not as different from my sister as I’d thought. And here, sampling this little bit of crazy...

  I could forgive her for every impulsive mistake she’d ever made. Who could hold up against something that felt so good?

  Sitting back on my heels, I waited for Levi to try to give me another order—he hadn’t been lying, he really was a bossy bastard. But though his body beneath mine quivered with tension, he held still as I pulled his tank up and over his head.

  His chest was... wow. Hard and wide and utterly lickable. I wanted to run my tongue over it.

  Giving into the temptation, I kissed a trail from his neck to his stomach. His breath shuddered in, then out, and when I closed my teeth over his nipple he swore.

  “Jesus, woman. You’re going to kill me.” He shifted restlessly as I undid the zip of his jeans, then began to work them down his hips.

  I laughed softly into the darkness, embracing a kind of power that I’d never known I was capable of.

  “You say you like being in charge.” My hands stroked over his pelvis, and a jolt worked through me when I discovered that Levi Sinclair, bad boy drummer, wasn’t wearing any underwear. “So if I tell you that I want to get you off, you tell me if I should use my hands or my mouth. And you tell me how.”

  “Christ,” I heard the muttered oath, and then saw him prop himself up on his elbows in the dim light. “You’re a temptress.”

  Normally a comment like that would make me laugh with self-deprecation. But here, in the dark, with this man?

  Anything was possible.

  “Well?” I sat back on my heels, waiting for him to tell me what to do. And that was when I realized why it was so easy to let go with him, to be so free.

  There was no worry that I was going to do the right thing or not. He would tell me what to do.

  “Your mouth,” he finally rasped, hips shifting to help her free him from his pants. “But take your top off first. I want to see your gorgeous tits while you go down on me. Can’t take me eyes off them.”

  The words were rough, crude. But Levi had given me tacit permission to revel in them, so I felt no shame, like I had with things that Trey had wanted me to do.

  No, instead there was just wild, glorious freedom.

  Slowly I fisted my hands in the hem of my own tank top, then lifted the thin cotton over my head, tossing it aside.

  “Now the bra.” A simple thing of white cotton, it had a front clasp, and quickly followed my shirt.

  “Now put your mouth on me.”

  I shivered, straddling his legs. He’d told me to put my mouth on him, I knew that, but I wanted to take a moment to feel, to taste.

  To enjoy.

  “Mercedes.” Ignoring his sharp warning, I ran my cheek over the head of his cock, inhaling the musky scent.

  Something smooth and hard pressed against my skin. Curious, my fingers danced up his shaft, exploring.

  And found a metal barbell. Levi had his cock pierced.

  “Oh my God.” Not once in my life had I ever even thought about cock piercings, but here, now, I realized that I’d been missing out.

  It was fucking hot.

  Flicking out my tongue, I dragged it over the metal, learning the shape with my tongue, enjoying the way Levi’s breath hissed out of his mouth.

  “Harder.” His hands found my hair, and he buried his fingers in it. I braced myself, waiting for that inevitable thrust that had happened every item I’d tried this before—crude boys shoving their cocks down my throat, choking me.

  But his hands just held me gently, another point of contact.

  It made me want to please him all the more.

  Opening my mouth wide, I slid the head of him past my lips, licking my way around the crown, letting my fingers dance up and down the shaft. His strained movements beneath me told me that he needed more, but I enjoyed feeling his frustration, knowing that I was the one who caused it, so I prolonged the tease.

  “Mercedes.” My name on his tongue was a warning, as was the sudden bite of his fingertips into my skull.

  I gave him what he asked for, letting my teeth sink into the ridge under the crown, just hard enough to sting.

  “Fuck!” He shouted, his body jolting, the van rocking. Pleased with the reaction, I did it again, savoured the slide of that metal barbell over my tongue.

  Digging my fingers into his hips, I pulled up, pushed down. He had already shown me that he wasn’t going to choke me, and so I wanted to give him the gift of more.

  My fingers urged him to shallow thrusts, those muscles of his vibrating with restraint beneath my fingertips. He plunged just the tip of his cock into my mouth, then pulled back again.

  The wet sound of my mouth was incredibly erotic in the darkness, so quiet and yet drowning out the thunderous music from outside.

  I could have stayed just like that forever. But Levi seemed to have other ideas.

  “I wanted to take this slow. Didn’t want to scare you. But you’re driving me crazy.” Muscles flexing as he sat up straight, he urged me to my knees, then undid my jeans with practiced ease.

  “Off.” His fingers helped me slide the snug denim down my hips, my thighs, my calves. I was left in nothing but the simple cotton bikini briefs I’d put on that morning, and now I paused, embarrassed, wishing that I’d worn something sexier.

  “These suit you so exactly.” Levi seemed to like them, his fingers smoothing over the soft fabric. “No idea how sexy you are.”

  Those fingers of his dipped between my legs, rubbed my clit just long enough for an embarrassingly large surge of moisture to dampen my fingers.

  He hummed with satisfaction, lifting his finger to his lips, sliding them in, then out of his mouth slowly.

  The sight was so shockingly erotic, I moved on instinct. Bending, I sank my teeth into the cord of his neck.

  He shouted in response to the unexpected bite of pain, bucking beneath me. His fingers feathered up over my torso, cupping my breasts, then pinching the tight buds of my nipples.

  “Oh.” I’d never considered that there could be pleasure in pain, but as his fingers worked me over, I arched into the touch involuntarily, feeling as though I was in freefall.

  “Hmm. Seems I’m not the only one who likes that little bite.” But a bite was all he gave me, just a few more sharp tingles that slowly melted into pleasure, smooth sweet pleasure meted out with long, slow sweeps of his tongue.

  This wasn’t a rock star having a random quickie with a groupie. This wasn’t me trying to be someone I wasn’t.

  This was two people beginning to understand one another, coming together in the most beautiful way possible.

  It was an unexpected gift. And I wanted to give him as much as I got.

  “Please,” I pleaded as his teeth nipped at the elastic waist of my panties. I knew what he wanted—and I wanted it too—but I couldn’t handle a slow, lazy seduction this time around.

  I needed something hot, hard, fast. Something to take the edge off.

  Levi pressed a damp kiss to the vee between my legs.

  Propping myself up on my elbows, riding on instinct, I let my cupped palm land on the deliciously taut muscles of his ass.

  He froze, looking up at me with wide eyes. I hesitated, just long enough to take in his response.

  His body was tense—he clearly hadn’t expected that. But his skin was flushed, and the pupils in those wide eyes dilated as he looked up at me.

  “Okay?” I asked, my voice hoarse and sounding not like me at all.

  A pause. Then a shaky, “okay.”

  Struggling to sit up further, I nudged him with my knees until he was half lying on my lap. My hand trembled when I lifted it once more.

  Smack.

>   And again.

  Smack.

  His muscles beneath my hand were tense, his skin shiny with sweat. His breathing grew more laborious with every inhalation, and I felt my arousal growing with his obvious pleasure.

  “Fuck, yes!” When my hand connected with the tender place where Levi’s ass met his legs, he bucked on my lap. Eyes wild, he reared up on his knees, reaching for me, tearing my thin panties off as he pulled me to the ground.

  “I’ve never... holy shit.” His words were muttered, half incomprehensible as he stroked rough hands over my hips, my torso.

  His fingers plunged between my thighs, made me cry out, and then they were gone again, just a tease to set me on fire.

  “Not enough.” Fumbling for his discarded jeans, he slid his hand into one of the pockets, a familiar flash of silver foil catching my eye.

  “Bite.” He held the edge of the foil packet to my teeth. I did as he told me, holding the packet in my teeth as he tugged. The ring of latex tumbled out, and he let go of me just long enough to pinch the tip, then smooth the sheath down over his shaft.

  “Mercedes.” Braced for him to thrust inside of me—ready for it—I was startled when, after ranging himself over top of me, he took a moment to tenderly brush my hair out of my face, then press a kiss to my lips.

  “Thank you.” His voice was a whisper in the dark. I parted my lips to reply, but never got the chance, because his sure fingers were parting my folds, his fingers dipping inside me to test my readiness, his thumb circling over my clit, making me squirm.

  “Levi!” I shouted as he seated himself inside of me in one hard thrust; pinned in place, I squirmed, trying to accommodate myself to him.

  Women can say size doesn’t matter all they want. I’d never really thought on it before, but I knew that with one thrust Levi had just spoiled me for all other men.

  “Okay?” He asked, and the muscles in his arm quivered.

  In response I dug my nails into the flesh of his ass, the skin that would still be hot and tender from my palm. He hissed, hilting inside of me, the head of his pierced cock dragging over my sensitive flesh in the most delicious of ways.

  Out, in. Out, in. Bracing himself on the opposite elbow, he shifted positions slightly.