Sweet Ride

by Moores, Maegan Lynn

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  “No, no, don’t do this please,” I shout. Jostling around in bed wakes me. It’s a dream. Oh, thank God. I thought I was back there on that fucking night that took everything from me.

  Where am I? Disoriented, I remember that I’m at Jack’s condo and why I’m here. Rolling over, I expect to see him in bed with me, but it’s empty. Throwing the blankets aside and putting my legs over the edge, I get out and walk to the landing. There he is, asleep on the sofa, wearing only a pair of jeans. Creeping down the stairs, I walk over and sit on the edge, covering him with a throw that’s on the back of the sofa then place a kiss on his forehead.

  God, I want this man so badly, and I don’t just mean for sex. But he only wants what every other guy wants from me—a good fuck. Something’s screaming at me from the back of my mind not to listen to myself, but I ignore it. I start to get up, knowing that I’m going to leave, head home, and never see him again. Jack’s hand snakes out, and he clasps his arm around my waist, pulling me back down to him.

  “Where you going?” he asks, in a husky, sleepy voice that does things to my core.

  “Home,” I reply, briskly, hoping it’ll make it easier.

  “No, you’re not, but I’m going to ask again. Where you going?” I cock my head to the side. Who in the fuck does he think he is talking to me like that?

  “I’m going home, Jack. Do you have a problem with that?” I ask, feeling the blood heat in my body for a completely different reason.

  “I have a huge fucking problem with that, babe. Look at what happened to you tonight. I told you that no one’s ever going to hurt you, and I’m going to make sure of that. You’re not leaving my condo tonight. Do you get me?” he asks, starting to get pissed at me as well.

  “You can’t stop that, Jack. People do shit things. It’s life, get over it.” I throw back at him, trying to get up from the couch. Knifing up from the sofa, he pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him.

  “You don’t get it, do you, Payton? I want you for me, no one else. Just me,” he says, glaring at me.

  “No, you don’t, Jack. You just want one thing and one thing only and that’s a fucking orgasm! I’m going to tell you right now, you’re not getting it from me. I can’t do it. I can’t do it anymore. I deserve better than this,” I confess. “You just want a fuck, Jack. I might be good, but I can’t, not with you. I care too much with you. When you get what you want, you’ll be gone, and I can’t handle that.”

  “It’s not like tha—” he starts, but I cut him off.

  “Don’t Jack. Please don’t, because when you leave it’ll kill me,” I confess, and I see the flinch his body makes.

  “Shut up, Payton, and fucking listen to me. It’s not like that with us. I don’t just want to fuck you. We had this instant connection the minute we laid eyes on each other. I knew right then that I had to make you mine. Those two nights we had together were fucking perfection, and don’t deny it, because I know you felt the same. Then it all went to shit when Ella got kidnapped and Ryder got shot and ...”

  “Don’t blame this on Ella and Ryder. You’re the one who lied to everyone about who you were,” I say defensively, cutting him off again.

  “Jesus fucking Christ woman, would you let me fucking finish?” I nod for him to continue. “I’m not blaming this on them. I wanted to tell you the truth about who I was from the moment we met, but it was out of my control. I’d been working undercover for over a year and was deeply involved with the Mayhem MC and couldn’t just blow my cover because I wanted you. That would’ve been career suicide, not to mention Axel probably would’ve had you and me killed. Then when all that shit went down with Ella and Ryder and the truth came out, you fucking cut me out of your life without even giving me the chance to explain. So I didn’t just fuck you and leave.” He takes a long deep breath before continuing.

  “I called you, left voice and text messages, and you never called me back. I made the decision to give you time, hoping that eventually you’d come back to me, but you never did. I’m not going to lie to you and tell you I haven’t fucked other women since you left—because I have. I’ve been with a lot of women, but I swear to Christ they meant nothing to me. Every single time I was with someone else, I’d imagine I was buried deep inside of you. I’m telling you now, it’s been over two long fucking years, and I’m done waiting. I want you in my bed, now,” he growls out the last bit.

  “Jack,” is all I can say before his mouth is on mine, forcing his tongue between my lips, exploring every inch of my mouth. Moaning, I pull back. “It has only ever been you for me. That’s what happened tonight. I called out your name.”

  Looking in his eyes, I can tell there’s a hint of triumph, knowing that I was thinking of him. Smashing his mouth back to mine, Jack stands and wraps my legs around his body, walking to the stairs and going up to the bedroom. When we get to the bed he slowly undresses my body and then deposits me there. He moves his body above me. My muscles stiffen because I don’t like having guys on top of me, trapping me beneath them. I move so that I can be on my knees in front of him as I start to explore his chest with my hands and mouth. Fisting my hair and moaning, he pulls my head back and says, “Lie down, baby. I want to take care of you. Show you how much you mean to me.”

  I lean forward and push him back saying, “No, I think last time it was you taking care of me and now it’s my turn.” Winking, I lean down and start my exploration again, pulling down his pants, releasing the beast. That’s the only name I can come up for it because his cock is fucking HUGE. It scared the ever-loving shit out of me the first time, wondering if it could really fit inside of me, but it did. And it was a-fucking-mazing!

  I push his body back so that he’s lying on the bed, and kneel over him, taking the beast in my hand. I start stroking and running my thumb over the tip, rubbing the pre-cum all around. Leaning in, I lick him from the very bottom of his balls to the tip, dipping my tongue in the little slit, loving his taste. Fisting my hair, he pulls me back.

  “Don’t tease, baby. That’s not nice,” he growls. I take that as he wants more of my mouth, so I give it to him. Going all the way to the back of my throat and swallowing.

  “Jesus Christ, Payton,” he gasps, his head tilting back into the pillow.

  Licking, and nibbling, sucking, and pulling, I’m putting everything I have into it for him, the one person that can undo me, until he pulls me off of him and says, “Up here, baby. I want you sitting on my face. I know how much you love it.”

  He pulls me up his body with his hands and places me over him, so that I’m straddling his face and gripping the low headboard. He blows air on the sensitive flesh that’s open to him, making me quiver. He attacks me with his tongue first, fucking my pussy and then licking the outer area, staying away from the place that wants his attention the most. When he knows what I want, he asks, “What do you want, baby?”

  “Jack, you know, fuck, you know what I want,” I moan and gasp as he puts one finger in my pussy and starts working it in so slowly then taking it out.

  “No baby, say it, say it now.”

  “Make me come, Jack. Please, please, make me come. I’ve waited so long for this, for you,” I gasp as he jams a second finger inside me and rubs along my g-spot and then sucks on my clit, making me lose all sense of control. The fire’s burning, my body’s bucking and convulsing around his fingers being greedy, wanting more.

  Jack pulls away and demands, “Put your hands on the window. I want to fuck you from behind, so we can watch me fucking you in the reflection of the glass.” Oh, sweet Jesus, I think I just came again.

  I place my hands on the window behind the headboard as I watch Jack position himself behind me. Closing my eyes, my anticipation builds as I wait for him to enter me. I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper right before he slides in me with one powerful thrust. My walls stretch to accommodate his cock, and my pussy soon starts pulsing and tightening reaching for another mind-blowing orgasm.

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p; “Fuck, I missed this, Payton. I missed all of you, baby,” he grunts, holding my hips with his hands while pumping my sex with his hard length.

  “Jack, I missed your cock, too. You have no idea,” I scream as he fucks me harder and deeper.

  “Oh yes, Jack, like that. Fuck my pussy harder,” I demand, and he does.

  “Baby, you feel fucking amazing. Look out the window. Anyone can see you—see your flushed cheeks. I want people to see you as I see you,” he speaks, while running the palms of his hands up my spine, over my shoulders, up my arms, before ending at my hands on the window. “Fucking beautiful,” he mutters against my shoulder. He interlaces our fingers as I feel his heated breath blow across my back. His lips feel feverish as he trails kisses from my upper to lower back.

  Untangling his fingers from my grasp, he moves them to my shoulders as he continues ramming in and out of me. Jack’s closeness makes me feel strange things—feelings that no other man can or will ever get from me, and I’m not even sure I know what they are. I’ve only thought I’d been in love once before, and look how that turned out. So I’m not entirely sure if this is actually love or not.

  “I want them to see, Jack! I want them to see what you do to me, to my body, to my pussy. Fuck, I love it,” I mumble. Although, I know in reality we’re so high up, no one will actually be able to see us, but the thought of it is exciting.

  “I’m going to come. I want you to come with me,” he grunts, curling his arm around me, rubbing my clit with his fingers. I take one hand from the glass and place it over his to help him, and within seconds I’m coming so hard all rational thought leaves my brain. He reaches his own release at the same time, grunting my name and burrowing his face in my neck. When we’re done, he places soft kisses down my spine, pulls out of me and rolls to the side, lying down on the bed and curling me into him.

  A few minutes later, he shifts me away from him, and I watch as he gets out of the bed and walks to the bathroom to dispose of the used condom. He’s only gone for seconds when I see him return to the bed. Getting under the covers, he pulls my naked body against his, spooning me.

  “Night, bella,” he whispers in my ear.

  “Goodnight, baby,” I sleepily murmur back. Then everything goes black as I fall asleep and dream of Jack and that window. I love that fucking window!

  Chapter 9

  I hope you guys get the shits!

  The next morning, we wake up and have a quick, but intense, romp between the sheets, which consists of me on top, giving Jack the ride of his life. When we’re both lying next to each other, completely spent, Jack finally notices the small tattoo on my left hip. In a simple script is the word ‘broken.’

  “What’s the tattoo mean?” he asks, his fingers lightly tracing the letters. Shit! I don’t want to have to explain to him that I’m so damaged, I feel broken. And I don’t know if I can ever be fixed.

  “I got it one night while I was drunk. I don’t even remember why I picked it,” I answer, hoping like hell that he believes the lie.

  “It’s fucking sexy. Can’t wait to see more ink on you,” he says, giving me a quick kiss before getting up out of the bed. I watch him walk naked toward the washroom and then hear the water running. I don’t waste any time. I jump out of the bed and rush toward the bathroom to join him. We might as well conserve water.

  After showering together, we eat breakfast and head down to the parking garage in his complex. When the elevator opens and we step out, I stop in my tracks, causing Jack to run square into my back. How the fuck didn’t I notice that last night? I guess I must’ve been in shock. Parked in Jack’s parking space is a shiny black ‘69 Pontiac GTO. I’m a sucker for muscle cars, and this one is hot.

  “I think I’m in love,” I admit.

  “What?” Jack asks, sounding unsure, but still smiling.

  I strut over to the front of his car and lean over, rubbing my hands all over the hood. “Your car, I think I’m in love with it,” I guiltily confess, feeling like I’m betraying my own car. I didn’t think I could love anything more than my car, but this baby’s definitely giving her a run for her money.

  Jack walks over to me, makes me stand up, and then turns me so that I’m facing him. He kisses me sweetly and softly on the lips and says, “A thing of beauty.”

  “That she is,” I respond.

  “Wasn’t talking about the car,” he says, his mouth turning up in a smile.

  “Oh,” I mutter, looking down and blushing. “Where’d you get her?” I ask, trying to redirect this conversation away from me.

  “It was my dad’s,” he says, not elaborating. The smile on his face drops, and the twinkle in his eyes fades. Then he gently orders, “Get in the car, baby.” I gladly oblige. He gets in, puts the keys in the ignition, and starts up the bad boy. Dear God, I think I just came again. Jack looks over at me, his grin back in place, and pulls out of the parking space. I can’t wait to tell Ella about everything that’s happened.

  When we pull up to the house I jump out of the car and run for the door, flinging it wide open. “Ella, get your sexy ass out here, girl, I got some juicy ...” my opening statement dies mid-sentence when I notice Ryder and Ella both buck-ass naked. Ryder’s giving it to her from behind as she’s bent over the coffee table. I guess they really weren’t expecting us until this afternoon. Oops!

  “Ooh, Ryder porn! I wanna watch!” I yell excitedly, as Ella gasps, trying to cover herself up, but it’s kind of hard as they’re facing the door. All Ryder does is laugh while Jack reaches around me and pulls me back out of the door, apologizing and telling them we’ll be back later.

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  Meanwhile, back in the GTO, Jack’s playing some old country music that I think was recorded back in the stone-age, so I take over and plug my iPod into the car’s stereo and turn on “Levitate” by American Tragedy. Singing along to the song, Jack decides he wants to be a little touchy feely, pulling me closer to him. So I take the opportunity and slip my hand over his cock, enjoying the look on his face, wondering if he’s remembering the same instance as me—that day on the way to the airport when I gave him ‘road head,’ wanting to leave him a little something extra to remember me by.

  And … I think it worked.

  Sliding over and leaning down, I unzip his jeans and pull out his already hard cock and lightly jerk it with my hand before running my thumb over the tip. I bring my mouth down over his cock and lick the tip like a lollipop—a good one at that. Yum. Hearing the moan he releases from deep inside his chest, urges me on, and I take him completely in my mouth, teasing and flicking my tongue as I suck him in. Fisting my hair he starts working my mouth, and I can feel him getting bigger and harder as I suck and tease him.

  “You like that baby? You like when I fuck your mouth?” he asks.

  “Mmhmm,” is my affirmative response, sending vibrations to his dick, causing him to groan in appreciation.

  Releasing his hand from my hair, he skims it along my body to my ass and pulls my skirt up and panties aside. He then plunges two fingers into my pussy, making me scream out in satisfaction as he finger fucks me while I suck him off. As my head bobs up and down his shaft, Jack jerks the car and my head comes in contact with the horn. Shit!

  “Sorry, baby.” Jack removes his fingers from my pussy. “I have to pull over. Wanna watch you finish me off then enjoy what I have for you.”

  I don’t know where we are, but I feel the car coming to a stop, so I try to lift my head to look around. Jack’s big hand pushes my head back down to him. “Oh no, babe. You can see in a minute. God, you’re amazing! Fuck,” he growls, pumping his hips up to meet my mouth. He leans in and whispers, “I’m going to make you come so hard.” God, yes, I want that more than anything right now.

  “Umm,” I hum around his erection and swallow him into the back of my throat. That does him in as I hear and taste his release. He pulls back on my hair as he breathes out, coming down from his orgasmic high. I love that I can do this to him.

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nbsp; “Taught you well,” he rasps out, his eyes looking sated, but hungry at the same time. I’ve never been into giving blowjobs. It’s not my thing. But when I met Jack, he showed be how he liked it, and I couldn’t refuse him. I discovered that not only did he get off on it, but I did, too. Big time! I’ve only ever performed oral on him, though. The thought of doing something like that with another guy makes my stomach sick.

  The sharp, but not painful, yank on my hair brings me up to meet Jack’s lips, crushing mine and then pushing me back on the seat as he demands, “One leg over the back and the other on the dash. I want that sweet pussy open to me.” I love his dominant side.

  “Jack,” I moan. He rips my underwear clean off me and descends on my needy pussy—nipping, sucking, and licking at the sensitive flesh. When I’m close to exploding, he pushes two fingers into me and then slowly withdraws them and reaches up to me. “Lick it, taste it, baby. Lick your juices off my fingers,” he demands. I do as he tells me, licking around the tips of his fingers getting a little hint of my sweetness. Then I grab hold of his hand and suck his fingers in to the hilt.

  “Mmm … Jack, baby. Fuck, that’s so good,” I moan, as he replaces his fingers in my sex. I can’t hold back anymore as my body detonates in an explosive orgasm.

  Pulling back and leaning forward, he kisses the top of my forehead saying, “Sit back, they should be finished now, and I need to talk to Ryder.”

  “Okay,” I whisper, righting myself in the seat next to him watching as he puts the beast away. Following his movements makes me want him all over again. Holy God, when will it ever end? I’ve never felt anything like this before. We can fuck for hours, and when it’s over, I want him all over again. This is what I’m thinking about during the drive back to Ryder and Ella’s.

  In the kitchen, I help myself to something to drink, waiting for them to come out so we can have our talk about last night. “Help yourself, Payton,” Ryder says, walking into the room.