by Lane Hart
Chapter Sixteen
Conrad
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I should’ve refused her. I shouldn’t have ever let Hannah put her mouth on my dick because now I can’t think about anything but her naughty mouth or the sexy-as-fuck way her ass looked when she was naked on her knees, her wrists bound to me while sucking my cock.
Not only did she look amazing giving me head, but goddamn her mouth felt incredible.
It was the best blowjob of my entire life and one I know I’ll jerk off while fantasizing about until I’m too old to get my dick up. Anytime another woman is on her knees, it’ll be Hannah’s mouth and ass and leather cuffs holding her in place that I’ll always think about.
She’s ruined blowjobs for me while at the same time putting our lives in danger. At least twice during the first four hours of driving I find myself daydreaming and not paying attention to the cars slowing down in front of me on the highway. Both times I had to swerve at the last second to miss them, causing Hannah to laugh from the back seat at our near-death experience.
“Everything okay up there?” she asks after the second occasion.
“Fine.”
At least she looks and sounds better today than the days before. That has to be the only reason I caved earlier when she was on her knees. I knew she was sober and thinking clearly. Otherwise I would have refused her mouth. Wouldn’t I?
Glancing in the rearview at those pretty pink lips, I’m not sure I would’ve ever said no to the scene she pulled this morning.
Last night when I was trying to go to sleep, two more nights with her seemed easy. Now, I’m not sure how I will survive without begging her to give me head five times a day. Two nights of keeping my clothes on and her on the other side of the room seems impossible when it’s taking all of my self-control to not pull over on the side of the road and fuck her.
“Shit!” I exclaim when I have to slam on the brakes because a car pulled over into my lane abruptly.
“Do you want me to drive?” Hannah offers, drawing my eyes right back to the rearview.
With her long blonde hair hanging down her shoulders, she looks too goddamn sweet and innocent, which I know for a fact she’s not. How did she even come up with the idea of binding herself to me on her knees? She’s like the perfect woman with her sexy body and incredibly dirty mind that knows exactly what I need to get off. I think she may be as screwed up in the head about sex as I am.
“You still thinking about this morning?” she asks.
“No,” I respond while reaching for the radio knob to find some music to drown out the voice in my head demanding I pull over and fuck her while she’s restrained like she specifically fucking asked me to do.
“Liar,” Hannah calls me out. “You’re a better driver when your dick isn’t doing the steering.”
“I’m fine,” I tell her.
“If you say so,” she remarks with a grin I can hear since she obviously enjoys my discomfort.
I’ve said it before, and now I know I was absolutely right – Hannah uses sex as a weapon. A way to get what she wants. What does she want from me now?
Does she think that if she gets me off enough times that I won’t take her ass home? If so, she’s wrong because there’s nothing she can do to stop that. I can’t let her father show those videos to my family or anyone in the MC. I’d lose everything when they realize I’m just as bad as the sick fucks who took Tessa and the other three women.
Thankfully, Hannah doesn’t try and distract me or say anything else for several hours when she speaks up. “I’m getting kind of hungry.”
“We’ll stop in…” I take a quick glance at the car’s clock on the dash, certain it must be wrong.
“It’s been over five hours since we left the hotel,” Hannah supplies.
“No. That’s impossible.”
“The clock doesn’t lie,” she says.
I lift my hips to pull my phone out of my jeans pocket to check it. And sure as shit, it’s after 2:00 p.m. Making plans, staying on schedule, those are not something that usually take any effort. They’re like natural things that I was born with while my brother has always flown by the seat of his pants. It’s like part of my genetic code has been altered or failed me entirely today.
I hate when my plans go to shit.
“Fuck. I’ll stop at the next place I see,” I tell Hannah. “Sorry, you must be starving.”
“It’s fine,” she says. “I was pretty full this morning, but now I think I can eat,” she adds, which of course I know is her intentional way of reminding me that she filled her belly up with my cum, as if I could ever forget it.
“I tried to get you to eat something before we left,” I remind her. There was cereal, fruit, and yogurt, but she refused to eat anything. “What are you in the mood for?”
“Hmm,” she mutters as if thinking it over before she says, “A hot dog.”
“Seriously?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at her in the mirror. “You like sucking dick. I know that now. No need to keep bringing it up.”
I’m not angry at her teasing. If anything, I’m pissed at how damn good her mouth is at taking cock. She said she loved it, and I believe her. Her eagerness for the act was through the roof before she swallowed. I just wish she was as innocent as she looks, a sweet wholesome girl next door who hasn’t slept with lots of men. But if that was the case, she wouldn’t have given me a morning I’ll never forget.
Still, I’m not a horny, teenage boy. I can think about things other than sex. I have to because in two days I’ll be dropping Hannah off and going about my life without her or her mouth or any other body part of hers I may want.
“You missed an exit with food,” Hannah says as I drive right past the turnoff.
“I’ll get the next one,” I promise with a sigh, forcing my eyes to focus on the road and nothing else.
Hannah
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Horny Conrad is fun to tease. He’s so worked up that his normally strict and composed self is having trouble staying in the lanes while driving and barely avoided hitting several cars. Now, as he feeds me a hot dog in the back seat of the rental, I know exactly what he’s thinking about and have no doubt that his dick is so hard it hurts.
“Mmm, that’s so good,” I moan after taking my third bite. I chew and swallow with Conrad staring at my mouth like I’m the only thing he wants to eat. And instead of feeding me another bite, he tosses the rest of the hot dog covered in ketchup and mustard in a very un-Conrad move that will no doubt stain the back-seat fabric. Before I can protest, he turns toward me and grabs either side of my face to slam his mouth over mine.
His lips and tongue are hungry and forceful just like him, taking what they want without asking. It’s the hottest kiss of my life since he doesn’t hold anything back. He wants me and is finally giving up on trying to deny it. He tastes like salty fries and desperation. It’s a heady combination that I can’t get enough of. I never want him to stop. Or at least only stop long enough to remove certain clothing to take things further.
Conrad’s mouth pins my head to the seat as our tongues stroke lewdly against each other, making every inch of me melt for him. I’m so wet and ready that I want to beg him to rip my clothes off and take me already. Except, he doesn’t even ride me down to the seat or grab my boob. He just keeps kissing me. My body wants more – his hands or mouth or cock – but he refuses to give it to me. He could do anything he wanted to me right now and I wouldn’t be able to stop him. I don’t want to stop him.
When I finally grow too impatient to wait any longer, I decide to hurry things along.
My hands may be restrained by my thighs, but with Conrad’s body angled toward mine, he’s close enough for me to touch his hard cock that’s poking through the fly of his jeans.
Instead of urging him closer, the move has his lips pulling away from mine and his fingers peeling mine off his dick.
“What’s wrong? Why did you stop?” I ask him, my chest heaving with gasping breaths, so tu
rned on I would probably come if he pressed even his pinkie to the seam of my shorts. “Do you want my mouth to get you nice and slick before we fuck?”
“Jesus. Not everything is about sex,” he says, and I can’t figure out if he’s joking right now or not.
“I’m wet and you’re obviously hard. So why won’t you just get inside of me already?” I ask, making him shake his head while running his fingers through his hair.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” he says softly.
“What?” I ask in confusion. “Most men would’ve had their hands in my panties within five seconds of kissing me, seeing if I’m ready for their dicks.”
“I was kissing you because I wanted to, not because I was just trying to fuck you,” he explains.
“You don’t want to fuck me?”
“No, I do,” he says with a bark of laughter as he turns his face away from me, looking back at the restaurant. “But I’m not going to.”
“So you thought you would just kiss me and it wouldn’t lead to anything else?” I ask.
“Ah, yeah.”
“That’s impossible,” I tell him.
“No, it’s not,” he huffs. “I can control myself.”
“For how long?” I ask, unable to believe that.
“As long as I want.”
“Oh yeah? Prove it,” I challenge him.
“What?”
“Tonight, when we get to the hotel, prove that you can kiss me without fucking me. Kiss me for one hour straight and see if it doesn’t lead to sex before the entire sixty minutes is up.”
Conrad’s gaze turns back to mine before dropping to my swollen lips and lingering there for several long seconds.
“No,” he says gruffly, reaching down to adjust himself in his pants.
“Because it’s impossible?”
“Because it’s a risk we don’t need to take,” Conrad says. “What we did last night and this morning was mind-blowing and all, but it’s not going to happen again.”
Mind-blowing? Huh, I knew it was a good blowjob, but I didn’t realize it was that good.
“Okay,” I agree even though I know he’s so full of shit. If he was so in control of himself, he wouldn’t have just thrown my lunch down and attacked my mouth for the hell of it. “So prove it, then, tonight.”
Shaking his head, I catch the hint of a grin from the side of his face before he changes the subject. “Do you want anything else to eat? I can go get you another hot dog.”
“No, I’m fine.”
He reaches down to the floorboard to pick up the discarded dog. “After I throw this away, we’ll find a bathroom.”
“Okay,” I agree. When he offers me another sip of the drink, I take the straw between my lips and hold his now heavy-lidded eyes, sucking on the straw until there’s nothing but ice left. “Getting turned on is thirsty work,” I tease him. “Guess I’ll have to give myself some relief tonight once my hands are free again.”
Conrad mutters a curse before he climbs out of the car and slams the door.
Chapter Seventeen
Conrad
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For our last four-hour drive, not just three after I went over earlier, I stay focused on the road while at the same time considering Hannah’s little challenge.
Could I kiss her for an hour without it leading to more?
It would be hard but not impossible since fucking her is absolutely out of the question. If the chief found out that we even fooled around, he would share those videos he has of me with the world just to humiliate me with the people I love before putting a bullet in my head.
I’m not even sure why I kissed Hannah. Something in me suddenly snapped, and I just had to taste her lips right then and there. And while the oral sex felt great, it was nowhere close to how amazingly perfect our mouths are together. I may have not been intending for the kiss to lead to more, but there’s no doubt about it now – that was a heated kiss filled with the promise of much more. I wanted Hannah underneath me, to be inside of her, but I stopped before things escalated.
I didn’t like hearing about how other men she’s been with usually have their hands in her panties after five seconds. They obviously took her for granted, hurrying to get her naked so they could make it to the finish line instead of letting things build naturally, more intimately.
Not that I’ve taken my time with a woman in years.
Back in high school, though, when I was dating Rebecca, I remember how close I felt to her when we would just kiss for hours on a date. Then a few dates later, I might have tried to slip my hand up her shirt to touch her tit through her bra. The point is, there was a long, slow progression, a buildup to the main event that took us months to reach. And I enjoyed it even more because of the anticipation of what was to come and the connection we had by the time we finally had sex.
Then I had to go and ruin it all a year or so later when I stupidly asked Rebecca to let me tie her up to fulfill a fucked-up fantasy in my head. It ended up being more than she could take and ruined our relationship.
I’m not sure if I miss Rebecca, but I miss what we had together. She was the first woman I loved, and I was too much for her. Then there was Nicole, who I was seeing about a year ago. She was actually into BDSM, but it turned out that I wasn’t enough for her on my own. She needed more men to join us, and that was something I wouldn’t be able to give her.
Shaking my head to try and get those women from my past out of it, I glance up in the rearview at Hannah, who, yep, still looks sexy and sweet all at the same time with her head turned, looking out the window, watching the world speed by. She’s been awfully quiet since we stopped for lunch and I kissed her.
“What are you thinking about back there?” I ask her.
“Not much.”
“You thought any more about your future?”
“Huh? Oh, not really,” she replies. “Why?”
“Just wondering,” I say while starting to search for a hotel on an upcoming exit. “You started the morning using sex as a weapon again, like you wanted to distract me all day.”
I’m not stupid. I know what Hannah’s trying to do here. She thinks if she gets me off enough times I’ll soften up and change my mind about taking her home. But she’s wrong. In the end, I’m still a selfish asshole, but also, I know that she needs the detox and rehab more than anything else right now. Sex therapy probably wouldn’t be a bad idea either. Instead of a weapon, I’m starting to think she’s been using it as a shield or a wall. If she distracts men with her body, they won’t try too hard to get to know her and what makes her want to drink herself to death.
And just like any other asshole, I fell into her trap because she is so distracting that it’s hard to think about anything else when I’m alone in a hotel room with her.
After I find a decent hotel with all the usual requirements – several stories tall with no balcony for Hannah to escape from, I get us checked in online, feeling more exhausted tonight than all the ones before. My lack of sleep and all the driving is wearing me down.
Two more days on the road and one more night, and then we’ll be home for good. I’m not looking forward to a continuation of the nearly yearlong loneliness since things ended with Nicole. Tessa’s kidnapping happened before I connected with anyone else, and what happened to her and the other girls hasn’t left me in any mood to pursue my “hobby.” I’m not Cannon – I can’t sleep with a different woman every night and forget about her the next day.
I use the last bit of energy I have moving one of the queen beds in front of the door before I unlock all of Hannah’s restraints. She’s sitting on the side of the other bed, so I kneel down to get to work with the tiny key, starting with her wrists, then the thigh cuffs, before finally undoing the ankle spreader. While I’m working on the ankle cuffs, Hannah’s fingers spear their way through my hair, making me chuckle because I know exactly what she’s thinking.
“No,” I tell her simply even though my hands refuse to cooperate whe
n I start thinking about eating her pussy, making me drop the tiny key on the carpet.
“Oh come on, Conrad,” she teases, giving my hair a tug. “I bet you can’t kiss me down there for an hour straight.”
Oh, I bet I fucking could, I think to myself. But once she’s good and wet from my mouth after coming on my tongue a few times, I know I wouldn’t be able to resist fucking her to feel that tight slickness squeezing around on my cock.
We haven’t even been in the hotel room for ten minutes and she’s already got me hard. The girl is Trouble with a capital T.
“Please?” she asks so sweetly that I nearly cave.
Unable to force the word “no” from my mouth again, I simply shake my head as I finish undoing the last ankle cuff. Before I stand up, I let my lips brush over the inside of her knee before getting to my feet again. Which was a horrible idea because now Hannah’s mouth is right in front of the tenting of my jeans. She reaches for my waistband the next second, but I wrap my fingers around her wrist to hold them captive, stopping her from unbuttoning or unzipping my jeans. God knows that once that happens again, I won’t be able to stop myself from getting inside of her.
“Do you really enjoy sex so much you can’t ever get enough of it, or is there another reason you try and hide yourself behind it?” I ask while still holding her wrists captive.
Her blue eyes look up at me, and I know she honestly believes it when she says, “I love sex, and it’s apparently the only thing I’m good for.”
“That’s not true,” I tell her.
“It is and that’s okay. I’m tired of feeling guilty for liking sex. You think I’m a slut or a whore like everyone else, but I just don’t care.”