Holly gets a ride (Holly Craig Series)

by Jodie Halliday

  She rode him with absolute delight, pleased with her ability to adjust to the position and move to get his cock angled best within her. She grinned down at him, catching him looking up at her, open mouthed either about to groan or in a state of stunned disbelief. Again the thought of the fit between them came to mind, how he seemed to be exactly right for her and the way that she had no concerns at all about her body or her sexual abilities. His hands slid from her waist down to her buttocks and he gripped one in each hand, pulling them apart and exposing her anus. The thought of his finger in her pushed her up to the top of the hill and she gasped as the wave of euphoria hit again, so soon after her first orgasm. She paused, groaning in delight as it wrapped around her, shaking her internally as heat and lust seemed to radiate outwards with the feeling. She pulled up and immediately dropped onto his cock, gasping and shuddering with each stroke as she fed the beast within her and felt the juice running out of her and over her thighs. He gripped her hard, his strong arms pulling her up and down, keeping the feeling going as his movements became less coordinated. She cried out in delight when his fingers dug hard into her flesh, she shuddered then continued again rising and falling, pulling every last drop of heat and satisfaction from within her pussy.

  He stayed in her, hard, swollen, deep and hot as she calmed, unaware that she had squirted a little onto his stomach. She flopped onto him and rested her head on his shoulder while he kissed her ear and caressed her back. She grinned crazily, looking away from him at the bedroom door, the carpet, the pictures on the wall, realising that this was by far the happiest moment she had ever spent in the little room. She could sense though that he needed release and leaned up and allowed him to slip out. He lay her down on the bed and got between her legs, touching the stockings that still stretched up to just below her pussy.

  “You’re so lovely Holly, so pretty!”

  She reached between her legs and took hold of his cock, smiling with delight at his comments and the rigid flesh in her hand. She positioned him at the entrance to her pussy and held his hips, anticipation in her eyes. He leaned down and as he kissed her lips he slid in hard, deep. She groaned at the feeling, at his impatience and demand. Her legs came back as she bent her knees to open herself and allow him to enter her as deeply as possible.

  He lay against her body, his weight smothering her and pushing her deep into the mattress, trapping her. His head was turned towards her, sharing the warm pillow and his breath once again tickled her ear in a delightful way. He kissed her neck, sucked her ear lobe between his lips then flicked his tongue inside her ear. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she realised that this boy had practiced but she couldn’t have cared less. She was grateful that fate had brought them together, thankful for his rigid cock, his warm smile and the time he had taken to make their first love-making absolute unforgettable. Still he continued to pump into her, stroke after stroke, thrilling her with the feeling of being squashed, dominated, underneath him and yet still receiving so much sexual pleasure. There was a glow coming from between her legs as though she had placed a hot flannel on her pussy. She thought he could feel it too as she watched his face, contorted with desire and determination, as each thrust shot deep into her, his rhythm and confidence never faltering. The unmistakable signal of another orgasm, distant but highly likely announced itself and she stared up at him in utter wonder. Her hands held his buttocks, gripping the strong well-defined muscles that seemed to ripple between her fingers. She felt the heat of their bodies, mixing together as their arms and legs gripped and locked. It was there, rushing towards her, a huge freight train the likes of which she had never known and doubted she could handle. She trembled, gripping his butt, pulling into her and heard him shout out her name as she wrapped her legs around his back and hung on. He cried out and shuddered then pumped faster, thrusting into her painfully hard as she came with him, whimpering with her pleasure and the knowledge that he was filling her with his love. He fell on top of her but she kept her legs wrapped around his back, feeling his hardness and the swelling of his cock as it continued to pump inside her pussy. She felt liquid running out of her and between her buttocks and almost laughed with the excessive pleasure that filled her heart. Nothing could have prepared her for the emotional turmoil that went through her as he kissed her neck, whispered her name and clung to her as he rested, spent, but rock hard inside her. She kissed his shoulders, his neck then pulled his head up so that she could kiss his smiling lips. She wanted to dance and sing, to shout his name up and down the street, to share her bed with him every night and love him like they had just done until she could move no more. This was the day not when she was given a job offer, or the couple of days after she got herself a graduation present, or a week after she saved someone’s life and was given a cruise and a huge sum of money. It was the day she finally knew that she could make love to a man and both give and receive the most sensual and intense sexual satisfaction. That knowledge was the greatest present anyone could have ever given her.

  After a shower together they returned to Holly’s bed and talked and cuddled until well after one in the morning, only falling silent when Addie returned home, apparently alone. She woke on Thursday morning at around eight o’clock after a wonderful night’s sleep and made coffee, brought it back upstairs and woke Ricky with a kiss behind the ear. They chatted, giggling under the covers when they heard Addie go downstairs and were still whispering when Addie answered a tap at the front door. There was a bang as the door swung back against the rubber stopper, then footsteps and Addie’s voice shouting “No, Rob, you can’t go up there!”

  “Oh Fuck no!” shouted Holly. For a reason best known to her she looked back at Ricky, possibly wondering if she could hide him somehow. Her door opened and Rob walked in.

  “Come to get my stuff. OK?” he said gruffly.

  “Get out!” Holly screamed.

  “Shut the fuck up!” he said as he looked around the room. He saw Ricky behind her and stopped in his tracks. “Who the fuck are you?”

  She felt Ricky tense and move beside her and she reflexively reached out to stop him “Ricky, no!” Then to Rob she shouted “Get out!” her face ashen by Rob’s exhibition in front of him.

  “Wicky?” he mimicked in a baby voice.

  “Hol, I’m calling the Police!” shouted Addie.

  “Oh fuck off Addie for God’s sake!” he shouted, then turned back to Holly. “Didn’t take you long, did it slut?”

  Naked, Ricky moved to get off the bed but Rob grabbed his hand, pulled him off the bed and hit him hard on the temple, knocking him across the floor.

  Holly screamed, her hand at her mouth as blood appeared on Ricky’s face. “Faggot boy, little pansy Wicky!”

  Ricky felt the injury and stood just as Addie appeared outside the door. Blood had dripped from his chin down over his chest and looked frightening in the darkened room. He offered his hand to Rob and in a similar move to Rob’s, grabbed it, wrapped it around Rob’s back and as he gripped his wrist, pushed his fingers hard back. Rob dropped to his knees, screaming in pain.

  “Get up little boy!” said Ricky in a measured tone. Holly was crying loudly now, praying that the blood dripping down Ricky’s face would stop and screaming at the two men to stop fighting. She grabbed a sheet and wrapped herself in it, loathed to show herself to Rob ever again.

  “Get the fuck off me, faggot!” wailed Rob, clearly in pain from the hold that Ricky had on him.

  “Down the stairs, either slowly or flying, you choose,” said Ricky in clear, measured words.

  “OK, fucker. I want my stuff slut! She’s shit in bed pansy boy!” Ricky marched him to the bedroom door and then very awkwardly down each step to the hallway. Addie grabbed his belongings from Holly and carried them behind Ricky as Rob was pushed out of the open front door and onto the path. Addie threw his things after him and shut the door. Holly had Ricky’s underwear in her hand and sobbed as he slipped them on with a slight smile. He sat on a chair at the kitchen ta
ble, nursing the gash to his head as the girls inspected him. His chest had splatters of blood over it as did his hands so Addie and Holly went quickly into the bathroom to get wet flannels and old towels.

  Addie closed the door and looked at Holly with a smile. “Very nice cock Hol!” she whispered. Holly brushed the tears from her eyes and shook her head at Addie’s crazy first comment about the scene they had just witnessed.

  “It got everything working too!” she replied, immensely proud of her new man as her tears dried up.

  Chapter 10

  Addie made breakfast for all three of them, smiling while Holly sat on Ricky’s lap, still dressed in just the sheet while they related their story of meeting last night, how her car had broken down and their journey back. The injury on Ricky’s head was to the right and behind the eye socket, and while it had stopped bleeding long ago, a definite bruise had formed. With each glance at him, Holly’s delight from their love-making was tempered by the memory of Rob, his anger, his accusations and language towards her. She smiled however, knowing that she would never have sat in the kitchen on Rob’s lap, or just worn a sheet to cover her nakedness around the house. Even Addie limited herself to two pieces of underwear.

  After breakfast, Ricky excused himself, went upstairs to dress before returning and calling his father. The car had been fixed and he wanted to invite Holly for lunch if that worked for her. She nodded happily at the suggestion and Addie smiled at her in her obvious success with the Millsum family. But it was when Ricky explained to his father about the gash on his head that Holly’s heart simply melted. She kissed his neck so very gently when he said he had walked into a lamppost while escorting her to her front door. Addie glanced over, saw the look of bliss on Holly’s face and her perfect right breast where the sheet had fallen away and quietly excused herself from the room.

  With Ricky installed in the lounge in front of the TV, Holly crept back upstairs and into her room, dropped the sheet to the floor and glanced over to the bed. The duvet and bottom sheet lay crumpled on the mattress, the latter stained in several places. She breathed in deeply, trying to capture the essence of the previous night, their cuddles, her sound sleep with him right there next to her. She wrapped her arms around herself and thought wistfully of the morning, her eyes opening to see her bedroom door, then the sense that she was not alone. She had rolled over slowly and moved closer to him as her body fit the contours of his. He faced the wall and was breathing slowly, quietly and didn’t move when she placed her hand on his warm hip and nuzzled into his hair.

  Holly breathed out at the thought and walked over the window, standing to the left to get the benefit of the sun which was creeping around to its three o’clock position. She retrieved the envelope and pulled out four or five sheets of paper. It was formally written, addressed to her at Foley Road. It included a job title of “Event Executive”, a formal place of work at Millsum’s offices in the city, a blank starting date and further down, some terms and conditions that she had seen on employment offer templates many times. It was section thirty-five though that she was really looking for, on page four. Starting salary was to be eighty-five thousand, payable in arrears bi-weekly. She grabbed her chair, then sank to her knees. The sun lit her pussy which was quickly covered by her hand as she lay flat out on the floor. “Are they crazy?” said Holly to the empty room. She did the simple maths, thinking that with tax deducted she would take home just under two thousand every two weeks. “That’s crazy!” she said, although she slid a finger a little way inside herself at the thought of the number. It was a lot more than she had expected, and certainly more than her friends had announced when they got job offers. She thought back to the interview and realised too that John Millsum had typed only two or three words at his keyboard before printing the offer. That could have been the offer date, or the sum but not both. She looked again and saw that the sum was in figures and words, so he had most probably just typed the date. It then dawned on her that it was already there on his screen when they entered the room and the interview had been one of confirmation rather than initial selection. She grinned, shut her eyes and tasted her finger, careful to avoid smearing the signature page.

  They made a very quick detour to the Millsum apartment downtown, retrieving some letters from the lobby mailbox so that Ricky could say he had spent the night there then took Forge Drive north, past her wonderful car dealership and onwards to lunch. They were greeted by both John and Penny and shown into the kitchen which, despite the enormity of the property, was where everyone seemed to hang out. She offered the envelope back to him when Ricky and his mother had disappeared to tend to his bruised face and thanked him genuinely for the offer. She looked embarrassed when she confirmed that she had accepted, and John seemed to pick up on her concern.

  “Holly, we’re employing you for the whole Holly Craig package. It’s not just for your four years at Witney, or your event experience so far. It’s for the whole thing that you bring to the firm.”

  “John, it’s very generous and I won’t let you down,” she said, humbly.

  “Excellent, I’m sure you won’t. If you could call HR when you have a start date fixed then they will take care of the rest. They’ll also send you another copy of this offer with the date filled in.”

  Lunch was simple chicken, salad, hot bread rolls with a white wine which tasted wonderful to Holly’s inexperienced palette. Desert was some sort of gateaux with cream, followed by coffee.

  “Show Holly the stables, Richard,” said his father as he helped his wife with the washing up. They watched Ricky and Holly leave by the back door, walk side by side but one foot apart down the wide stone steps, then along the grass path which led towards the trees. Ricky had his hands in his pockets for most of the time unless he was indicating areas of their property.

  “John, are you match-making?” asked his wife with a smile.

  “She’s a lovely girl, Penny.”

  But after thirty minutes they had not reappeared. Penny got up from the breakfast table and looked out of the window. “They’re a long time, John,” she said.

  “Perhaps they’re kissing and cuddling?” he suggested.

  “Don’t be silly, John, they’ve only known each other for a couple of hours.”

  He looked at his wife with a degree of amusement, recalling how they, ‘back in the day’, had met on a beach in Portugal one morning as randy teenagers, kissed within five minutes of swimming to a deserted alcove and lost their virginities back in her hotel room before the official check-out time. That was before everyone could afford air travel and when foreign holidays were for the privileged few. Yep, those were good days indeed.

  The young adults rejoined Richard’s parents in the kitchen after another half hour and Penny removed a stray strand of hay from her son’s hair and discretely dropped it into the waste disposal. They all gravitated towards the front door and then bade Holly a safe journey. She shook John’s hand again, lightly kissed Penny’s cheek and did the same to Richard. Her car started first time and she drove slowly over the gravel driveway, over the cattle grid and south towards home.

  Her indicator clicked back to the central position and she laughed out loud. Half an hour earlier she had been standing naked in the stables with Ricky, his fat cock pointing directly at her while they both pulled hay off each other. His come dribbled down her leg and still had been when she used the toilet just off the kitchen to clean herself. The folded layers of toilet paper were still between her legs, a desperate attempt to protect her jeans from any tell-tale signs because whenever she thought it had all leaked out another dribble seemed to appear and that wouldn’t be good when she said goodbye to his parents. She felt between her legs, pleased that there was no sign of a slippery or wet patch. She had come once more that afternoon after a short period of foreplay by Ricky followed by a long, powerful thrusting which had sent her over the edge with almost as much delight as the night before. The hay loft had been warmed by the May sunshine and the horses bel
ow seemed to welcome some company even if she and Ricky were twenty feet above them. The opening in the loft roof was about three feet wide and two foot high and offered a wonderful view of the trees, gardens and the east side of the house from up there in the warm hay. It was also memorable because Holly had gripped the ledge of the opening as tightly as possible as Ricky thrust into her from behind and had wondered if anyone in the garden, woods or even the house could see her little breasts jiggling as she was taken in the most public display of her young life. Absent was the careful, slow, measured pace of the night before and Ricky had been almost rough, demanding of her body, producing a screaming orgasm that was loud enough to scare the horses.

  Chapter 11

  Holly contacted Millsum’s HR department and set her start date for Monday, ten days away. She texted Ricky constantly, happy to chat with him at all hours and talk on the phone at least once a day. He would be away on business all next week, travelling to a client to work on a property purchase for the investment trust where he worked. That meant that they would have next weekend together, after which their work schedules would dictate when and maybe where they could meet. She fully expected that after a week of initial training at the office in the city she would be shipped out to events around the country and her life would revolve around hotels, conferences and airports. By Tuesday morning they had agreed that they would get dressed up and go out to an upscale restaurant for dinner the following Saturday to celebrate Holly’s new job. This sounded wonderful to Holly as it was very rare that she ever got to look smart and the evening, coupled with her new job, gave her the perfect excuse to go shopping for business clothing. A little black dress would be added to the list.

  Addie had moved out on the Monday afternoon, and a new girl, Suzy, moved in on Wednesday morning. She paid Holly her first month’s rent and a month’s deposit then unloaded a stream of boxes from her car to her bedroom upstairs. Another batch arrived in a friend’s car about thirty minutes later, after which she had officially moved in.