by B. B. Hamel
I looked around the lobby and didn’t see him. It was pretty deserted since it was so late. I went out front and turned right, heading toward the back of the parking lot.
I spotted him right away. He was smirking at me as I approached.
“What do you think?” he asked.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
It was the car. It was the exact car that we used to drive around in back in the day. It was a little older, a little more beat up, but it was still in great shape despite ten years having passed since I last saw it.
“I can’t believe it,” I said.
“She’s still a beauty. Still runs great.”
“I didn’t believe you when you said you still had it. I thought you were messing with me.”
“I could never joke about this.” He grinned huge at me. “Want a ride?”
I bit my lip and nodded. “Yeah.”
“Get in.”
I walked around to the passenger side and got in. He started the engine and we pulled out. I laughed, looking around.
“It’s so familiar,” I said. “Seriously, I can’t believe it.”
“I know. I haven’t been driving it much in the last few years but it feels like coming home.”
I smiled at him, and I had to admit to myself that I was impressed. We pulled out onto the highway and quickly sped away from Ashertown, following the old familiar route. The moon was big in the sky, almost full, and I looked up at the stars as the wind whipped down my body.
We used to drive this way when we were teenagers together. We’d head out of town and into the forests around Ashertown, going absolutely nowhere. We wanted to find places where nobody else went because it felt good to be the only two people around. We could do whatever we wanted and nobody could stop us. There was no pressure to do something or be something out in the forest, there was just the two of us.
I remembered that feeling. I could feel it all over again. We were running away from the world, doing something stupid and reckless and bad, something that felt good. I should have been back home safely in bed ready to go be a good girl the next day, but instead I was out with a dangerous boy from my past.
I couldn’t help but watch him as we drove. His face was so handsome and intense, but I realized that I didn’t know too much about him. I didn’t know what he did for a living or how he spent his time these days. I thought I should be worried about that, but I couldn’t make myself care, not in that moment.
I just felt too wild and free. Gage brought that out of me and I never thought I would feel that way again. I was a serious lawyer handling serious cases, and I couldn’t let myself do dumb things anymore or else risk hurting my career.
But there I was, driving in a car with a boy I knew I shouldn’t be anywhere near. Instead of sleeping or prepping more for work, I was out for a joy ride.
After ten minutes of winding roads, I noticed that I didn’t know where we were. “Where are you taking me?” I asked him over the wind.
“A new spot. I think you’ll like it.”
I thought about arguing, but I decided against it. I was doing something wild and stupid, so I should just embrace the moment, I figured. I leaned back and watched the trees flash by as we drove deeper into the woods, getting further away from Ashertown.
There were no other cars on the road as he slowed down. He pulled off the paved path and down a bumpy side road.
“Okay, what is this?” I asked him, laughing. “Are we going to get stuck?”
He grinned. “Trust me. We’re fine. It’s just a little bit further.”
We drove on for another few minutes. I felt nervous, but I was excited, too. Finally, the dirt road ended and the car pulled out into a clearing.
“Wow,” I said.
“I know, right?”
Just ahead, a large gorged opened up in the earth. It was probably an old mine or something like that. Down in the middle of the cut in the earth was a lake that sparkled in the moonlight like it was filled with diamonds.
“Why is the water so gorgeous?” I asked him
“I’m not sure,” he admitted. “I think it’s from all the minerals in the water. The moonlight reflects off them.”
I nodded. “It’s really gorgeous.”
“They used to mine for shit back here years ago. I found it a few months back when I was out exploring.”
“You explore a lot?”
“Sometimes. I still go for drives when I need to think or some shit like that.”
I leaned closer to him. “I’m glad you brought me here.”
“I know you are.” His grin was infuriating and gorgeous all at the same time.
“Don’t be an ass.”
“It’s what you like.” His lips were so close to mine suddenly, and I remembered the way they felt earlier, back at the club. That felt like almost a lifetime ago, but it was barely a few hours.
“How do you know what I like?” I whispered.
“People don’t change that much.” He reached out and took my hair by the roots. “You still crave a man that takes control, even if you pretend like you’re a good girl.”
“I am good.”
“No, you’re very fucking bad. You’re sitting there dripping wet waiting for me to fuck you deep and rough.”
“No,” I said.
“Liar.”
And then he kissed me, and my body flooded with desire.
He was right. I was dripping wet, a growing pool of need and want and lust flowing through me. I wanted him so badly I could barely stand it. As he kissed me, I pressed myself against him. He held my hair then tipped my head back, kissing my neck. He reached across the car and slipped his hand down the front of my yoga pants.
“See?” he said softly. “Dripping fucking wet. Just like I expected.”
I moaned as his fingers found my pussy. My panties were soaked and useless as he pushed them aside to slide himself deep inside of me. I groaned, head tipped back. He was halfway out of his seat, his body pressing me back into mine as he kissed my neck.
“Is this what you remembered?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” I moaned. “I remember this.”
“I remember this too. I remember your tight little cunt wrapped around my cock. I remember the way you moan, the way you say my name.” He puled my hair tighter. “I remember how you were my little slut.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “I was your slut.”
“Maybe not anymore.” His fingers felt incredible inside of me. “But I think I can make you that again.
“Gage,” I moaned, pushing back against him.
“That’s right. I love it when you say my name. You know how I can work your body, how I can make you feel. I want you to beg for it.”
“Asshole,” I groaned. He slid his fingers back out and rubbed my clit in soft, furious circles. I bit his lip as he kissed me, tongues touching, passion flowing through me. I rocked my hips against his fingers.
“You dirty girl,” he said, smirking. His fingers pressed inside of me again. He suddenly pulled his hand back out. “Take them off,” he ordered.
I quickly obeyed, sliding my yoga pants down my body. He reached over and pulled my panties down. He kissed my lips when I was done, hand back between my legs, working my pussy. I could feel the cool night breeze on my skin as his fingers fucked me, making me moan. We were alone but we were in the open for anybody to see, and that thought drove me wild.
It was just like the old days. I’d do anything for him, anywhere he wanted me to. I was completely lost in the moment with him, my mind totally lost as his fingers worked me, his lips kissed my neck.
He pulled back again, moving back to his seat. I sat there panting, staring at him.
Slowly, he unbuckled his belt.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded.
“What?”
“I want you to touch your wet pussy while you watch me.”
I bit my lip and shook my head. “I can’t.”
“You can an
d you will.” He took my chin, pulling my lips toward him. He took my hand and slowly put it between my legs. I let out a soft moan as he put my fingers on my pussy. “Go ahead,” he said.
Softly, I began to touch myself. I was dripping wet and it felt good to rub my clit. I was exhilarated and embarrassed. I’d never touched myself in front of someone before, but I loved this new side to Gage.
He bit my lip then released my hand. I kept it there, still slowly touching myself.
He leaned back and watched me. I sat back in my seat, eyes locked on his as I slowly worked my pussy, soft moans escaping my lips.
“That’s right,” he said, “work that pussy, you dirty girl. Do you want a big fat cock between your legs? I know that you do. I know you want to ride it, fuck it until you scream.”
I nodded, eyes on his, shocked at how turned on I was. He slowly slid his pants down revealing his black boxer briefs and the hard outline of his big cock.
“This is what you want,” he said simply. “You want a thick cock and a strong man to get you off. You’re here because you know I’m that man.” He leaned back toward me. “Get over here.”
I leaned down as he pulled his boxer briefs down. I took his cock in one hand and slowly opened my mouth, letting him press himself into my mouth.
He groaned as I started to suck his thick cock. He definitely was bigger than the last time I saw him, which was saying a lot. He’d become a man in a lot of ways, including getting a thicker cock. I could barely fit it in my mouth as I sucked him, sliding it into my throat and back out. He groaned as I took him and I loved it.
I loved being bad for him. I loved that he could get me to do things I never thought I would, and I loved that those things felt right with him. Touching myself while he watched was exciting, exhilarating, and I loved how he grunted with pleasure as I sucked his cock.
I took as much of him as possible deep into my throat. He pressed me down. “Fuck yes,” he gasped. “Fuck girl. I love feeling my cock in the back of your fucking throat.”
I pulled back, gasping, and stroked his thick shaft. He pulled me to him and kissed me hard, tongue in my mouth, then pressed me back down. I went back to work, sucking him faster, lips sliding up and down his hard cock. He was rock hard, ready to rip out of my mouth as my spit slid along his skin. I used my hand to gather it up and jerk him off.
“Come here,” he grunted. I pulled up and then he took my hips, pulling me across the console. He slid his seat back, making room as I straddled him.
He braced me just above him, his hard cock pressed against my dripping pussy as he looked into my eyes. “Tell me this is what you want,” he commanded.
“Fuck me,” I moaned. “Please, Gage. Fuck me.”
I gasped as he slid me down his shaft. He filled me easily in a single stroke and I was down against him, our pelvises pressed together, face to face. He cupped my ass and slowly moved me back up, a shudder rolling down my spine.
“Shit,” I gasped. “You’ve grown.”
“You haven’t,” he said. “You’re still as tight as the day I first fucked you.”
I moaned and slid back down, moving faster. I kissed him hard as he took my hair in one hand, my ass in the other. Slowly I moved myself, rolling my hips, savoring the pleasure and the pain of his cock thrust deep between my legs. He filled me to the hilt, spread me wide open as pleasure burst through my skull.
I rode him faster, moaning as he slapped my ass. “You’re made to fuck this big cock,” he said. “You were fucking born to ride me like this, you dirty fucking girl. This is all you ever need. Just my big fucking dick between your legs.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Oh god, Gage. I need it.”
“That’s right.” He slapped my ass harder. “I love to hear you say it, dirty fucking girl. I love to hear you admit that you need my cock, that you’re a dripping wet slut for me.”
I slammed my hips down, riding him wildly. It was a comfortable night but sweat was already on my body from working him so hard. I pressed my hands onto the back of the seat, gripping them as he grabbed my hips and began to slam himself into me.
He pounded my pussy, pumping his thick cock inside of me. I gripped the seat harder, barely able to take him. Gage was savage, rough, and I knew there was no stopping him from taking what he wanted. I loved it as I moaned, head thrown back.
He let out a grunt then shoved me down his cock. He opened the door and cupped my ass. Suddenly I was in the air as he stood and carried me out of the car. I held onto his neck as he carried me to the back of the car and laid me down on the trunk.
“Fuck girl,” he said, still inside of me. He spread my legs wide. “I need to hear you come. I need to watch your smooth, sexy body shake as you say my fucking name.”
He spread my legs wide and began to fuck me again, sliding in and out. I could feel the smooth paint of the steel car beneath me as his thumb slowly began to work my clit. Pleasure moved through me in waves and waves as he worked my pussy, cock and fingers driving me insane.
I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. My hands held the edge of the car as I rolled my hips, working with him. I tipped my head back, eyes watching the stars as he fucked me deeper, harder, rougher. He fucked me like an animal, rutting me, our bodies sweating in the open night air.
Then the orgasm hit me, welling up from my core, erupting through my spine. My muscles tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed, and then I moaned his name. I couldn’t say how long it lasted, maybe hours, maybe just seconds, but he didn’t relent. He didn’t give me one second to relax. He pressed my orgasm for as long as it would last, taking me past the place I was used to going and into some new territory of unknown pleasure.
Slowly it passed, but he wasn’t done with me. He continued to fuck my pussy, sliding in and out, fucking me rough. His grunts were getting faster and deeper, and I knew he was close.
“Come on, Gage,” I moaned. “Fuck my pussy. Fuck me, asshole.”
He groaned as he pulled out of me, stroking his cock. He came in thick spurts onto my stomach, groaning with intense pleasure.
Slowly, it was over. He collapsed back against the car, breathing deeply. “Fuck girl,” he said. “I don’t know how you do that.”
“I was wondering the same thing.”
He grinned then reached into the car, grabbing his underwear. He used it to help clean me up, kissing my lips gently.
I got dressed, feeling better than I had in a long time. There was no fear in my mind, nothing holding me back, nothing distracting me. There was only the night air and Gage.
We sat in the back seat, his arms around me, and we watched the stars. We sat like that for maybe a half hour until I realized how badly I needed to get home.
He drove us back. We made small talk about our lives since we last saw each other, and it was more comfortable than I could have guessed. There was no urgency, it was just two people talking about their lives and being together.
“I’m going to be tired tomorrow,” I said, laughing.
“Me too.” He shrugged. “It’s worth it.”
“Yeah.” I smiled and kissed him gently. “See you.”
“Night.”
I got out of the car and walked into the hotel, floating, elated.
I felt good, so good, and it was because of Gage. I didn’t know what any of this meant, but I knew that I had to see him again. I couldn’t walk away from this, not again, not if I could help it. Maybe there were reasons that held me back initially, but those reasons weren’t important anymore.
Only how he made me feel mattered.
I was absolutely freaking exhausted the next morning.
The night before was just a memory as I hurried into the courthouse, a cup of coffee in one hand and my files and folders shoved into my bag. I walked fast, almost late for the hearing.
Rick Shakeman was sitting at the table and looked up as I came in. He gave me a look and I gave him an exasperated half shrug. “You look tired,” he said as I sat down.
“Long night.”
“You get any sleep?”
I nodded. “Sure. Just not enough.”
“Well, don’t worry about it. I’ll take lead on this hearing, but after this, you’re on your own.”
“Got it. I understand.”
It was just a preliminary hearing, just basically reading the charges and making sure that Mr. Evgeni Popov understood the charges against him. Mr. Popov was sitting at the table to our left with his ridiculously expensive lawyer who was obvious being paid by the mafia, since his client definitely couldn’t afford him.
Everyone knew that Popov was involved in the mafia. There was clearly no question of it, but we couldn’t completely prove his connections through the law. Instead, we were forced to bring other charges against him and put him away for those, despite everyone knowing the truth about him.
That was how our justice system worked. We couldn’t accuse him of something just because we thought it was obvious, we had to have proof, clear and solid proof. That was how our system worked, and I was happy for it. Otherwise, it was anarchy.
I got out my files and flipped through them. It was going to be over pretty quickly. I didn’t know the judge, but Rick had assured me that he was a decent guy and wouldn’t let these stupid procedural hearings drag on. The judge hadn’t come out just yet, but I knew that he was in the back preparing. He wanted to get this over with too, since he probably had ten other hearings this morning, and the faster he got through them, the faster he could go home.
Just then, Rick cleared his throat. I looked up at him then he nodded toward the back of the courtroom. I turned around and watched as a bunch of men walked into the room.
I knew from the instant they entered that they were mobsters. I’d seen the type before: big, cocky, and confident. They looked like hard men, despite the suits, and they were all covered in tattoos. The man in the front was tall and had a dour face, followed by a fat man that I thought I recognized. The man behind him also looked familiar, and I figured it was just because I had seen them in the files that Rick had sent over.