by Sahara Kelly
“You have a great cock, Steve. I swear I could ride you all night. Over and over and…” Her voice was low and rough as she rocked back and forth, grinding his hard length in and out.
As her arousal built, she quickened her movements. “Oh, shit—keep going, keep going. Oooh…damn…” Her eyes closed and her head fell back. Absently, her fingernails massaged his chest, digging gently into his rippled flesh.
“Oh, God, you feel so fucking good. I can’t hold on too much longer. Jesus, you are so hot.” Steve reached up and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching and tugging on them as they swelled in his grasp.
Lissa plunged him in and out of her fiery heat, bucking against him and riding him with a sensual fury. “Come on, fuck that pussy. Shit…fuck me…”
Steve arched his hips on a shout and erupted. Hot jets of seed shot out inside her again and again and his brain closed down as the shudders of his orgasm shook him from his heels to his ears.
Finally, he got his breath back. “Oh, shit, I couldn’t hold it. You’re just so fucking hot. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.” Lissa wriggled her hips, letting his cock go down a bit. “I had an itch to be filled and you sure scratched it. How long has it been since you had a woman, anyway?”
“Nine months, fourteen days and…” Steve looked up at the clock above the stove. “About eight hours.”
“Too long.” Lissa let his cock slide from her pussy. “You’d better get cleaned up. I’ll get out of your way.”
Steve lay back for a moment and watched her nude body sway as she walked to the other end of the trailer. He got up and stepped into the bathroom, tossing the condom away with a sigh.
That was fucking great, but damn—I’m still horny. It wasn’t enough. He used the toilet and felt the stirrings of another arousal as his hand touched his cock. Hell. Maybe I should go without sex more often. Looks like we might be able to go for round two.
Lissa was kneeling across the bed straightening out the blankets as he left the bathroom, and her nude ass was an open invitation to Steve.
Boingggg. Immediately back in the mood, he needed to finish what they’d started. Quickly scurrying across the floor he stubbed his toe on the seam between the linoleum and the carpet. Stifling a curse, he ignored the small pain and reached over to the drawer, pulling out another condom.
~~~~~
Lissa’s body was humming. Steve was hot, his cock was really perfect, and she’d never felt so powerful in her life as she had when riding him and making him come. His eyes had darkened when she’d touched herself, and she smiled at the memory of all that control—all that fucking—she’d wanted, needed and taken.
She heard the bathroom door close. “You know, this is a pretty nice trailer you have here. It’s so…hello—” She was stunned to feel a hardened cock slipping between her legs as she knelt on all fours. “Someone is awake again.”
“I’m not finished yet.” Steve grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back towards him. Still wet, and still ready for more, she shivered at the feel of his warm abdomen against her skin. With a low growl he pulled her ass tight to his body for a moment. Then with a slow and deliberate thrust, he entered her from behind.
“Mmm, now this is nice.” Lissa’s voice was a murmur as she leaned forward, letting her breasts touch the mattress.
To her amazement Steve was hard again, and within moments began to hammer into her. His body was tense and flexed as he thrust, jarring Lissa into a harsh moan. Her clit swelled from beneath its hood, and with him thrusting at this particular angle, she could feel him so deep inside her, pounding into her, driving her higher and higher.
He reached around and found her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, pulling her nipples and pinching them almost to the point of pain. He was becoming more and more frenzied in his passion for her body.
Lissa slipped one hand between her legs and as Steve drove his cock into her, she massaged her clit. She could feel the tingles beginning low in her spine as her orgasm built inside her. “Oh, right there, yesss…there.” He had found the perfect spot. The head of his cock hit against it every time he pistoned into her.
With a groan, Lissa let her fingers brush Steve’s balls as they slapped against her ass. He sucked in air noisily as the pure sexual fever of this madness took over.
“Oh, shit, I’m coming, I’m coming, God—” Lissa arched her spine and her elbows dug into the mattress as she pushed her ass backwards to meet his violent thrusts.
Steve slammed deep and hard into her. She felt the juices flowing from her pussy, soaking both her thighs and the tender skin of his balls.
Like a cat, she reached her hands out, stretching every tightened muscle in her body. Everything froze and she began to shake. For an instant she locked up then her entire body spasmed. “Oh yes, yesssssss…” Her lungs heaved as the shudders tore through her, rocking her off balance and into insanity. She rode the milking, draining reflexes of her body and heard Steve whimper.
Hands grabbed her shoulders and held on as he strained upwards, stretching her pussy to the very limits. She felt him explode once more within her, his heart pounding so hard she could damn near sense his pulse shaking his cock as he trembled in her wet heat.
Lissa slumped, drained, onto the bed. “Shit, I needed that. Damn, you’re a great fuck. Can I keep you around for a while?” She managed a tired laugh and looked up at Steve who was smiling and catching his breath.
He pulled out of her with a sigh and she glanced down to his crotch. “Aww. Look. I think my new best friend’s gonna take a nap.”
Chapter Three
By mutual consent, Steve and Lissa curled up together under a warm blanket Steve had pulled from a built-in drawer near the bed.
Warm now, and relaxed from her fabulous orgasm, Lissa marveled sleepily at the clever design of the trailer. It was cool. I really gotta get me one of these. Steve stirred beside her and settled her more closely. And one of these to go with it.
“So where are we going with this?” His voice was quiet in the darkness. They’d turned off the small light earlier to conserve the battery power. It was unnerving at times, since the only sound was the patter of the sleet on the roof, and even that was fading now.
“Do we have to go anywhere in particular?” Lissa took her time answering the question.
“I suppose not, but I’m gonna take a wild guess here and say you don’t seem like the type of woman to fuck like that unless she means it.”
Lissa considered this. “Interesting. What kind of woman do I seem like?”
Steve snorted. “Sweetheart, that’s a helluva leading question, and I may be dumb but I ain’t stupid.”
“I never thought you were. Which is why I’ll tell you what kind of woman I am.”
Steve propped his head on one arm against the pillow. “Okay. I’m listening.”
Lissa took a breath. “I’m a woman who knows what she wants. Unfortunately, I’ve never been allowed to have it. To take it. To take what I want from life, from men. To have all the experiences there are and then some.”
“That’s a lot to take on, Lissa.”
“Not to me. Not when I’ve spent my entire life following rules designed to turn me into a carbon copy of everything I can’t stand.”
“And what is that?”
“Like…like a boring nice girl.”
Steve chuckled. “Nice girls don’t have to be boring.”
“They do where I come from.” Lissa shot back the answer without hesitation. “No kissing on the first date, Lissa. Don’t let him touch you, Lissa. Find a nice man, Lissa.” She turned her head letting her hair brush against his shoulder. “Do you have any idea how I loathe the word ‘nice’?”
“So…this trip…you’re on a sexual safari or something?”
Lissa thought for a moment. “Yeah, sort of. I’ve always felt that there was someone else inside me. Someone wild and crazy who wanted to shout and scream and…fuck. Just fuck. N
o strings, no ‘come meet my mother’, no nonsense. Just fucking.”
Steve’s chest rose and fell beneath her head. “Hmm. Well, you can check one thing from your list. Did it help?”
“Yes.” Her answer was immediate. “Yes. It was fantastic. And you know something?”
Steve’s head rustled on the pillow as he shook it.
“I don’t care whether it was good for you or not. I just know it was good for me.”
“Er…okay. At the risk of sounding ‘nice’, it was pretty damn good for me, too.”
Lissa giggled. “Okay. I’ll give you that one.” She turned somber again. “But the point is that I was free with you. To do anything and everything I wanted. To take without worrying about the consequences. Does that make any sense at all?”
She sighed. “Oh, fuck it. Doesn’t matter if it makes sense to you. It makes sense to me.”
“And that’s all that matters, huh?”
Lissa turned on her side, away from Steve. “Yeah. That’s all that matters.”
~~~~~
Steve turned with her, spooning her back into his body. She fit against him snugly, her butt nestled into his groin. This was one hell of a complex woman, and she intrigued him, despite his promise to himself never to get involved again.
However, her philosophy was appealing. Sex without commitment. Pure sexual adventure, no holds barred. He wondered exactly how far she’d go.
Perhaps it was time to find out, since there was nothing better to do for either of them at this particular moment.
“So…” His arms cradled her and one hand found her breast, cupping it comfortably. “How far do you want to go?”
She was silent for a moment. “You mean drive?”
He squeezed her nipple. “No. I mean sexually. How far do you want to go?”
“Until I see the horizon. And I don’t know if there is one. For me, anyway. I have no rules at all. None. There’s nothing I wouldn’t consider.” She paused. “Does that shock you?”
“No. Not after what you’ve told me. I’m just wondering if you’ve got the balls to follow through with this.”
She snorted. “Try me.”
Steve grinned in the darkness. “I just might, Lissa. I just might.”
A huge yawn greeted his words. “Go ahead…” Her voice trailed off, and she slept, snuffling into his arm.
Steve’s mind kept him awake for a while after Lissa had fallen asleep. Could he put her to the test? Challenge her and have some fun at the same time? She was certainly not going to demand a wedding ring or any kind of commitment, and if she had, he wouldn’t hesitate to disappear into the sunrise in a cloud of dust. Once burnt, twice shy as far as he was concerned.
Perhaps fate had delivered this particular woman into his trailer at just the right time. They could certainly have a good time—if she was as game as she said she was.
It’s gonna be fun finding out. And on that thought, Steve fell asleep, too.
~~~~~
The trailer was light when he stirred and automatically reached for his watch to check the time. Clumsy with sleep, he knocked over the small lamp with a crash and the lump of blankets beside him erupted with a gasp.
“Shit…what the fuck…” Lissa emerged from her cocoon rumpled and grumpy.
Steve watched her face as for a second or two panic crossed her eyes. Then, like a curtain falling, she remembered where and who she was. Her face changed, turning calm and then sultry. Slowly, she sat up, letting the blankets fall to her waist. The chill air in the trailer hardened her dark nipples to peaks.
“Good morning.” Her voice was rough and she ran a hand through her hair, breasts thrusting forward.
Steve swallowed down his lust. Today the test would begin.
“Morning. I’ll turn on the heater, it’s damn cold in here.”
“Okay… I’ll throw on some clothes…” She struggled from the covers.
“No.”
Lissa blinked. “What?”
“I said, no. No clothes. Not yet.” Calmly he walked to the small kitchen area, scratching his ass then turning on the little heater. He filled a pot with water from the container tucked beneath the counter. “Coffee?” His cock was harder than granite between his legs, and he couldn’t help noticing Lissa’s eyes widen as he turned towards her. Take a good look, baby. Your new best friend is wide-awake.
~~~~~
Lissa sat, rather bewildered, on the edge of the bed. “Okay, let me get this straight. No clothes. I get to be naked in a cold trailer in the middle of nowhere.”
Steve busied himself making coffee. “That’s the general idea. You told me last night you had no limits to what you wanted to experience. I figured it was time to find out if you mean it.”
Her chin rose at his words, and her body shivered partly with the cold but mostly with excitement. “So?”
“So we’ll see.”
Her eyes narrowed. “And how about you?”
He paused. “Me?”
“Yeah, you. Do you have any limits?” She watched as a look of surprise crossed Steve’s face. “I know who I am and what I want. Do you?”
“I know what I don’t want.” His words were curt.
“What’s that?”
He took his time answering.
“I don’t want a wife or a mom. I want someone I can trust to do what I need. I’ve had the other type of woman and they suck. Actually they don’t suck enough…or swallow.” He paused. “I want a fuck-friend, no ties, just honest, uninhibited, boundless sex.”
Lissa considered his answer. “So, in many ways we’re not unlike. Both pretty determined to live our lives the way we choose. Interesting that we should meet up.”
“I don’t believe in fate, if that’s what you’re talking about.” Steve offered her a steaming cup of coffee, holding it out.
She grinned. The challenge was beginning. Without a second thought she got up from the bed and walked naked across the trailer to accept it. His cock twitched at the sight of her and she threw an extra swing into her hips. Take that.
He did, simply looking at her body, his gaze lingering between her thighs and moving up to her breasts, then down again as he sipped his own coffee.
“So you like what you see?” She put one hand on her hip defiantly as she drank.
“Of course. What man wouldn’t?” Steve glanced out of the window. “Oh—that’s why it’s so cold. Look. It turned to snow last night after all. I figured it might.”
Lissa’s teeth clenched. Fuck it. She was standing nude in front of him and he was talking about the weather? If it wasn’t for that hard-on swinging against his thigh she’d have thought he was dead or something.
She narrowed her eyes. “So it did. I guess we’re stuck here for a bit.” She drained her cup. “I’ve got to pee. Then if you can dig up some cards, maybe we can find a way to pass the time.” She turned away with a flounce and squeezed into the small bathroom.
“Don’t use too much water. The reservoir is on the small side and the heater won’t do a great job in these temperatures.” His voice followed her.
Tempted to use every drop of water in the place just to teach him a lesson, she sat on the toilet and then thought better of it. She wanted him showered and clean, too. If he was going to challenge her, damn it if she wouldn’t challenge him right back.
Hurriedly, she ran a sink full of water and freshened herself up as best she could. Finally satisfied she was as clean as possible under the circumstances, she dragged her brush through her hair and grimaced. It was a good thing points were going to be scored on sex not looks. Her current hairdo wasn’t going to make the cover of any magazine—ever.
Aw, hell. He’ll be looking at my pussy anyway.
With that cheering thought, she left the bathroom.
~~~~~
Steve brushed past her with scarcely a word and closed the door behind him. He heard her huff of annoyance and grinned to himself as he peed, heaving a sigh of relief as he hummed the nati
onal anthem. He was hot and horny, but there was a point to be proved here. They’d both thrown down a sexual gauntlet—now it was time to see who would pick it up.
His mind turned over various options, all of which made him even harder as he thought about them. She was sex incarnate, had no rules and a nasty streak a mile wide. This is gonna be fun.
He finished up and left the bathroom, glad the trailer had warmed up. Lissa was neatly rinsing the coffee cups at the tiny sink. Apparently there were some rules still deeply ingrained in her, and leaving dirty dishes around wasn’t one of them. He wasn’t about to argue.
She turned. “Now what?”
“Now you come over here.” He crooked a finger.
She smiled. “That’s more like it.” She moved towards him and opened her arms, but he stepped neatly aside.
“On the bed.”
“Okay.” Obediently, she lay down on her back, watching him warily.
“Now bend your legs up. Put your feet flat on the bed.” Steve gulped as she followed his instructions. Fuck, this ain’t gonna be easy. Even the Super Bowl might not be enough of a distraction.
“So?” Her voice was mildly insolent. There was an “is that all?” tone to it.
“You want to push the sexual limits, yes?”
“Yes.” No hesitation there.
“So show me your sex.”
Lissa blinked. “Huh?”
“Show me. Spread your legs wide and show me your pussy. All of it.”
“Uhhh…”
Yesss. He’d caught her by surprise. He mentally gave himself a high five. And his cock joined in, bobbing around at the sight before him.
Her hands crept to her crotch, sliding over her naked hips as her legs fell apart. She was splayed before him, her pubic hair a dark splash against her pale skin.
With agonizing slowness, she positioned her fingers on either side of her pussy.
He nodded. “Well?”
Her hands moved, pulling the labia apart. “How’s this?”
Praying his voice would hold out, Steve answered. “More.”
She dropped her head back on the pillow and obeyed. Pink and swollen lips parted to reveal her secrets, a small nubbin protruding beneath her pussy hair and moist wetness shining around her sex.