Holly gets a ride (Holly Craig Series)

by Jodie Halliday

  As they soaked and played with the bubbles, they chatted more about background experiences, about Holly’s lodgings and Ricky’s stay at university. He shared a few details about Amy but Holly wondered if even though he had been seventeen or eighteen at the time that the girl had been underage. His description of her fitted with someone who had no experience and was simply pleased to have a boy as a friend. Eve though sounded like a mess. He said their relationship had started out quite normally, but after a year it became more aggressive and dangerous on her side, not his.

  “Sounds like she could have got you arrested!”

  “Right, too many times. She didn’t just want sex, she needed it plus danger on top. It started I think with her wanting me to video her while she exposed herself in public. Actually, it was quite funny at first if she flashed her boobs in McDonalds or something. Then she had this game of standing at the back of an elevator and taking her panties off between floors, always while there were plenty of the people, strangers, in the elevator.

  “Wow, I suppose it’s funny the first time.” Said Holly, convinced she could never do that.

  “Maybe, but it did nothing for me. Then she’d want to have sex in the multistory car park, between cars. Not my car, anyone’s car. Finally, we parked outside the supermarket and she wanted to have sex right there sprawled over the car. I said something like ‘can’t we just buy food like normal people’ and that was it. The end. She was such a successful artist, frequently exhibiting, articles in the press and so on. Just no way I could keep up or wanted to share the lifestyle.”

  She moved her foot over his thigh and touched his cock. It was soft, which surprised her. “I liked the sofa, you know” she said, unused to discussing sex, but then totally unfamiliar with anything except lying horizontally and groaning on cue.

  “I knew you would,” he said.

  “What, how could you know?” she said, amazed that he could even think he knew.

  “When we in the hay loft. We lay down by the ladders but you crawled all the way to the window to see the view.” She exhaled, knowing he was right but thrilled that he had that insight and perception. The revelation also delighted her because she knew she could be totally open and honest with him, almost nothing could be hidden.

  “Ricky, I have to tell you something, but you may already know,” she said, playing with the bubbles.

  “Bad news?”

  “No! No, not at all, well, not really.” She leaned up and scooted towards him, locking her legs behind his buttocks, then rested her head against his and looked down, unable to meet his eyes. “Before you, I had never got, you know, any satisfaction from sex.”

  He moved back to look into her eyes. “Hol! You mean orgasm?”

  She nodded. “Yes. Never.”

  “What about with another girl?”

  “Ricky!” she gasped, “No other girls, ever!”

  “It’s OK Hol, Eve and Amy both said they tried it for a while. It’s almost expected these days I hear.”

  “Huh, not for me,” said Holly, filing his comment away for future reference. “So when we were in my room, that night, it was a first for me.”

  “Oh Holly, you poor thing,” he whispered, pulling her close and kissing her forehead. “That guy really messed you up, didn’t he?”

  Holly wasn’t sure that was quite true, but would agree that life with Rob had been limited and like treading water when she could have been swimming. She grabbed the soap and took his hand, washing his arm shoulders and down the other arm. “Up!” she said, a little more of a command than intended.

  “Oh, yes Sir!” he replied, kneeling in front of her. She washed his chest, hips and turned him round, then pushed the soap between his buttocks. This was another totally new, thrilling activity for her and she loved the way he gasped as her fingers ran over his anus. She didn’t push in but certainly added its exact location to her memory before turning him round again and telling him to stand. He laughed at her expression of expectation and pleasure as his cock appeared inches from her nose. She lathered her hands, put the soap down and ran her hands along his semi-hardness. It was so beautifully slippery in her hands and she gently washed his balls and now rigid cock before splashing water over him.

  “All done,” she said, rinsing her hands.

  “No, it’s still really dirty Hol!”

  She slapped his cock playfully. “Bad boy, down you go!” she said, laughing happily at the sight of his straining cock in front of her and the way it submerged out of sight.

  “Arm!” said Ricky, holding out his hand. He repeated the cleaning process, getting her to kneel before lathering his hands again for her chest. “Hands behind your back.”

  As she clasped her hands over the small of her back she felt a surge of anticipation and pleasure with the command, removing one line of protection that she might had from his touch. His fingers glided over her breasts, gently, actually going through a cleaning motion rather than touching her for his pleasure, but it still thrilled her. She looked at his face and the expression of wonderment as he now squeezed and felt their shape and firmness. He told her, using tone of voice, to stand with her hands at her front and turned her away from him, washing from her calves up over her legs to the small of her back. The soap pushed between her buttocks just as she had done to him, then his fingers ran up and down the tight crack between the muscular globes, over her anus twice and then back down the inside of her thighs.

  “Turn round, hands behind you,” he said, steadying her as she moved. He gripped her foot and moved it so her feet touched either side of the bath, opening her pussy as much as the space allowed. He knelt in front of her and she saw again his erection, pink, swollen and knew she too was aroused and probably dripping wet. His soapy fingers sought out her upper thighs then slid slowly over her pussy and up through her pubic hair, washing her completely and quickly. He rinsed her off, feeling for areas where the soap remained and repeating until he was satisfied she was totally clean.

  She was about to sit down when he stopped her, slid two fingers inside her pussy then removed them slowly. She groaned with delight at his touch, the audacity of his fingers and the sheer novelty of what he had done. He turned her once again with his other hand, positioning her between his legs and pulled her back against his chest so that his cock rested against her back. She felt the fingers on her lips and turned a little, expecting a kiss, but the fingers pushed inside her mouth. She tasted herself and as she swooned back against his shoulder, wondered not for the first time how on earth he could have known. With her eyes closed and her pussy throbbing, he fed her the juice on his fingers while he cupped her breast and nibbled her neck and ear.

  The water cooled eventually and Ricky got out of the bath, hung his dressing gown on the hook on the door, dried himself quickly then walked naked out into the lounge. Holly followed closely behind, feeling a rush of pleasure when she walked up to the window, also naked, looked out over the city then drew the curtains. She picked up his trousers and noted the Armani label inside, picked up his shirt and tie and placed them on one arm of the chair in the bedroom and hers on the other. Ricky moved behind her while she rinsed the wine glasses in the kitchen, his cock soft but the embrace and kiss of her neck exciting. The clock on the oven showed six minutes past two and it was definitely time to go to sleep. After a brief goodnight kiss they curled up, naked in the big bed and were asleep in minutes.

  Ricky woke first at around six in the morning, rolled over quietly and stared at Holly with utter pleasure. She looked like a dark-haired angel as she lay there, breathing gently, slowly with the sheet pulled up to her neck. He could see no more of her and thought about reaching out to cuddle her but whatever the time was it was unfair to risk waking her after their early morning love-making. He rolled onto his back and stared at the blackness above where he could just make out the shape of the light fixture.

  Holly woke an hour later and tried to calculate how long she had before she absolutely needed to go t
o the toilet. Her bladder forced the issue and she slipped out of bed and into the master bathroom. After brushing her teeth she went into the kitchen where the clock said eight forty-five. She thought that was quite acceptable for a Sunday morning, then hurried into the lounge to check on her phone that it was indeed a Sunday as days seemed to muddle together now she had no lectures or exams. Then she realised it was definitely Sunday, the day before she started work. She made coffee and placed one cup beside Ricky and sipped the other before placing it on her night stand and climbing back into bed. She listened to him for several minutes, thinking that this day would be their last day together for some time. They were both going to be very busy and would have to rely on texts, emails and phone calls until they met again. She rolled over, sipped her coffee, then slid under the sheets. Her head rested on his pubic hair and she reached out for his cock, surprised at how small it felt. She leaned towards it and found with utter delight that she could take the whole thing in her mouth and swirl it around with her tongue like a tiny hot sausage. He shifted slightly, still asleep she thought but maybe having a nice dream. Cupping his balls gently she sucked him, feeling him expand slowly, thicken and harden until she could no longer get him all in her mouth. The bulbous end became more distinguished and she sucked gently around it, pushing his foreskin down and feeling once again that sense of being in control of him. He groaned and touched her hair, the message one of thanks and delight.

  She could feel his balls scrunching, moving, getting tighter and he came to the level of hardness that she had seen before. She slid her fingers from his balls to the base of his cock and traced gently up and down as she sucked him as deep as she dared into the back of her mouth. She was not ignorant of deep-throating but had no wish to experiment right then. His hands roamed over her back, caressing her, suggesting that she might want to surface and that he could take over their early morning love-making but she stayed under the sheets, determined to finish what she had started. His buttocks seemed to tremble beneath her as she worked her way up and down with two or three fingers, her lips and tongue. His gasps and groans told her that he was getting close and she was elated to think that she might actually bring her first boy to orgasm with her mouth.

  “Hol!” he said, pleading with her but not making any attempt to pull her off. “Hol, gonna come!” Holly just nodded, hoping that her message got through as he shook again and pushed his cock towards the back of her throat. “Hol, baby!”

  She relaxed her grip on him and sensed his mild frustration but they had no schedule for the day and she wanted him to remember the morning and contrast it against the fight with Rob and his gashed face. She wanted him to know that she loved spending the night in the same bed as him and was happy to wake him with her mouth without anything in return from him except a cuddle and kiss afterwards. Two nights she had spent with a man, one of which ended in a fight. Not a great track record for someone aged twenty-three. Her fingers grazed his penis, scratching his skin with her nails and contrasting against the smooth finger tips that she had worked up and down him before. She continued to stroke him lightly, slowly, feeling that she somehow knew where he was on the scale of orgasm and if she was asked to put a number on it she would have said six out of ten. She kissed the top of his cock when her soft fingers reached the rolled up foreskin and he whined quietly above her. Back to eight, she thought. She calmed him, reducing her touch but aware that she didn’t want him to reach down in anger or frustration and do it for her. She didn’t think he would be it would spoil her plan if his frustration got the better of him. She took him deep in her mouth and was rewarded with a gentle caress of the back. She shuffled round so that she knelt beside him and parted her legs wide, pleased with the feeling of her pussy opening and his hand almost immediately on her buttocks. She took hold of his balls and stretched the skin, not painfully but enough to pull his foreskin down as well and make his cock seem even longer.

  “Hol! Baby!” He shook hard, ripped the sheet and blanket away to give her some cool air, grabbed her hair and cried out as the first spurt of his come shot into her mouth. She hadn’t even registered the taste before the next spurt hit the back of her tongue and then she sensed the rich, thick almost tasteless cream that continued, spurt after spurt from his swollen cock, each accompanied by a shout or cry as he filled her mouth. He simply cried out with every pulse of his cock, so beautifully consumed by the feeling inside him as the spurts got smaller and the feeling of orgasm subsided. His fingers dug into her hair as he stiffened, still moaning with pleasure then relaxed. Holly stopped sucking and just let him calm slowly inside her as she swallowed the pool of come that had collected in her mouth. It wasn’t objectionable at all and she moved her tongue around his cock and her mouth to gather any remaining drops. He jerked as she flicked across his cock and she understood he was as sensitive just as her clit would be. She rested her head and felt him slowly deflate while remaining hot and still more than she could take in her mouth. She looked up at him and smiled at his face and expression of exhausted pleasure. Quietly, she slipped her hand between her legs, wiped her pussy then brought her finger up to his cock, gently wiping her juices very lightly around the bulb before taking him back into her mouth.

  He guided her up back onto the pillows and pulled the blankets around. He sipped his coffee and Holly took it as a hint that she should do the same. He was smiling when she lay back beside him and as she happily slid into his open arms he kissed her gently, smiled then kissed her nose.

  “Morning Hol!” he said. “Look in the drawer beside you”

  “What?”

  “Your nightstand,” nodding to where her coffee was. She pulled open the drawer and took out a small present, complete with a big pink bow.

  “For me?”

  “Open it.”

  She tore at the bow and paper and out fell a small box. Inside was a PC mouse, simple but gold in colour and exceptionally elegant. She looked at him, slightly bemused thinking it was a strange thing to give to someone. He smiled, maybe reading her mind again.

  “Every time you touch it you’ll think of me,” he said, touching her arm.

  “Ricky…” she said quietly, kissing him again. He pulled her tight against him and they rested there, wondering what sort of day it was outside but not caring in the slightest. There was nobody to tell her it was time to get up. She was an adult now, not a college kid.

  They had lunch together and parted, after several false starts, at around four in the afternoon. Holly selected her clothes for her first day at work and placed them together on a hanger in her wardrobe. Her shoes were sparkling and her car’s tank was full. She set her alarm for six forty-five and knew that pleasuring herself, and reuniting with her friend Mike, would happen sometime that week but it was unnecessary that night. Ricky had texted her that he had got back home safely and followed it was a text of dozens of kisses. The clean sheets were a pleasure and while the bed wasn’t as comfortable as the previous night she was asleep within a few minutes as she dreamed her way into a new chapter in her life.

  If you have enjoyed this book in the Holly Craig Erotica series then be sure to check out the other titles available:

  Shake That Tree

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