Crash Ride (5 page)

“Oh. My. God.” She paused between each word. “That. Was. Amazing.” Her chest heaved up and down as she sucked in air, both of us still mostly clothed despite my dick poking proudly out of my boxers.

“I think it’s time these came off,” I gently slid my fingers out of her and pulled at her G-string taking it with me as I moved my hand down her legs. I threw them onto the other seat as I spread her legs open and got a better look. Her glistening, wet pussy was fucking beautiful and I had to stop myself from going down on her again, my fingers circling her opening as I shuffled up onto my knees.

“Holy shit!” Her eyes widened as she stared down at my crotch. A slight look of fear flicked through her face as she caught sight of my cock.

“Well, you do know how to make a guy feel special, don’t you?” I laughed as held it for her to get a better look; my cock jerked the minute it made contact with my hand.

“Is that metal? In your—?” She couldn’t peel her eyes away as she stared at the thick metal ring that circled the tip to just below the head of my cock. It wasn’t the first time I’d caught a girl off guard. It’s not like I’d broadcasted that shit in
Rolling Stone
Magazine, nope. It was on a purely need-to-know basis. Sure, the rumors were out there, so on more than one occasion, girls had asked to see it backstage. Their eagerness to see my dick had almost convinced Dan to take the plunge. We got right to the piercing shop too, but he chickened out when a dude tapped the chair and told him to pull down his pants.

“It’s a piercing. Trust me, I think you’ll enjoy it.” I shoved my jeans down, reaching into my back pocket and pulling out a condom.

“Did it hurt?” she asked, genuine interest flicking through those beautiful eyes.

“A needle getting driven through the head of your dick sure didn’t tickle, but it wasn’t that bad.” I was beginning to wonder if show-and-tell was as far as we were going to get.

“Can I touch it?”

“Well, I was hoping you would.” I grinned, gently stroking the length of my shaft as I brought it closer, sitting on the seat beside her.

So maybe we weren’t just going to be playing show-and-tell. Excellent.

Her fingers tiptoed up the length of my shaft before she curled her hand around my length. “That’s so fucking sexy, Troy Harris.” She grinned as she slowly stroked me.

I eased back into the chair, her fingers around me felt so fucking magical, I had to fight the urge not to blow my load all over her hand. “Megs, you just came on my mouth. I think we’re on a first name basis now.”

“I want to lick it; I want to feel it in my mouth.” She moved closer, not bothering to wait for permission. She bent down and took me into her mouth in one big thrust.

“Jesus, Megs,” I hissed as she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. Her tongue flicked around my shaft before circling around the tip, her teeth gently pulling on the ring. I’m not sure which deserved the greater applause, her initiative on the blowjob or that fact she was sending me into outer space with that sweet mouth of hers. The jury was still out, but what I did know is — the deeper she took me into her mouth, and the more she sucked me, the harder it was for me to maintain any type of control. Fuck, at this rate I was going to
need
her to repeat my full fucking name ’cause I sure as hell was having trouble remembering it.

Caught between wanting to ask her to stop and begging her to keep going, I gently pulled on her hair and freed my cock from her mouth. There was no way I was going to come without making her eyes roll back into her head at least one last time. I grabbed the condom that had fallen out of my hand and onto the seat beside me and tore open the foil. She watched as I pulled out the rubber and rolled it down my hard-on, licking her lips as her eyes followed my hand, smoothing the latex over my piercing and all the way down to the base. Damn, if there wasn’t a part of me that regretted pulling out of those beautiful lips.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” She moved onto my lap and straddled me. “I almost want to pinch myself to make sure it’s real.” Her face inches from mine.

With my hand firmly around my shaft, I teased her pussy with the head of my cock. “Does this feel real?” The ball from the ring hit her clit and made her whimper.

“Troy,” she moaned. “Please don’t stop.” Her eyes closed as I slowly pushed into her. Not a lot— just barely an inch— trust me, that was a fucking exercise in restraint if ever there was.

“Holy shit!” Her eyes flew open and I felt her pussy clamp around the head of my cock, the only part of me which was actually inside of her.

“You ok?” I asked, steadying her hips to stop myself from pushing any deeper.

“Yes, I’m ok. It just feels… So amazing.”

“It will feel a lot better once I’m all the way in, but I’m going to need you to relax. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Megs dropped her head so that her forehead rested on mine. “I don’t care if it hurts, I want it all. Deep. Hard. I. Want. It. All.” Her voice so full of fucking want, it was like I’d been smacked in the jaw.

That grand plan I had —to take this slow—yeah that shit just sailed right out the window as I pulled her down onto me and sunk deep into her in one hit. She moaned and I blew out a curse as her tight wet pussy clamped around me like a fist. So fucking tight.

“Fuck, Megs.” I slowly breathed out as I started to move, my hands on her hips guiding her as I picked up the tempo. She quickly got on the same page and met each one of my thrusts with one of her own, twisting her pelvis as she lifted up before slamming back down hard. I grabbed the top of her dress and pulled it down, needing to suck on one of her gorgeous tits. The bra she had on underneath was some sheer fucking mesh that I was sure I could rip just by looking at it. I pulled down the front, rolling her nipple between my fingers and guided it to my mouth. We were panting so much, the windows had fogged up.

I slammed into her, harder and faster each time. The gloves were off, and I couldn’t have been gentle if I’d tried. The fact we’d both wanted this but had kept our distance had just made it that much more intense. My mouth moved from her tit to her mouth and I slammed my lips on hers. I felt desperate, like I couldn’t get deep enough into her, it was fucking euphoric and maddening at the same time. She bit my lip as I pulled her down, my hands once again around her perfect ass. She bucked against me, wild with each thrust and I knew she was close.

“Touch yourself, Megs. I want to see you finger that amazing pussy of yours while I fuck you.”

“Oh,” she moaned as her hand moved from behind my neck, to slither down her body and between her legs. Some girls got weird when you ask them to do it, but Megs didn’t even miss a beat as her fingers twisting over her clit while I continued to pound her. It was fucking beautiful, watching her touch herself with my cock inside her, the tips of her fingers making contact with my dick as I moved in and out. I couldn’t look away. It was the hottest thing I’d seen in a long time, more so ’cause she was so into it. The fact that it was Megs elevated it to eleven.

“Troy, I’m going to come.” Megs closed her eyes and her fingers moved faster, her body tense as she rode me.

“That’s it, Megs. I want to feel how hard you come.” I moved my fingers across the crease of her ass, teasing it before slowly sliding in a finger. Megs’s eyes flung open as I invaded her ass, her pussy milking my dick as she came hard. The pulses she sent up my shaft giving me no hope to hold off any longer as I exploded into her. “Fuck.” I groaned as my load hit the tip of the condom and I wasn’t sure it didn’t tear the fucking thing in half.

Megs collapsed against me, her head on my shoulder as she sucked in each breath. “Wow, that was incredible.” Her muffled voice sent tiny vibrations against my skin.

My finger slowly slid out of her ass, her body shaking as what was left of her orgasm rode its way out. “That was more than incredible.” I tried to rein in my own breathing as I wrapped my arms around her. “Megs, you’re fucking amazing.”

“Aww, Troy Harris, you’ll make me blush.” She hid her face against my chest as she giggled.

“Really? After what we just did, me talking is what makes you blush?” I couldn’t help but laugh. She was definitely not the
good girl
I had her pegged for. Hell no. She was one of these girls who looked all straight laced and turned into a nympho in the bedroom. Shit. Just thinking about the crazy things she might be up for made my dick twitch, which conveniently was still buried inside of her.

“We should get back.” Megs sighed as the reality of the situation hit us both. Sure, this isn’t awkward. We now had to go pretend like we
hadn’t
just had fucked each other’s brains out and be social. Yep. This was going to suck. Hard Core.

“Yeah. You’re probably right.” I rubbed her back wondering if I should say something. I mean, we hadn’t really discussed what was going to happen after. Sure, she had said all it was going to be was sex, but I still felt like an asshole fucking her in the car, in some alley. Shit, we hadn’t even gotten totally undressed, screwing like two crazy animals in heat. Not my best moment, that’s for sure.

Megs lifted off me, her teeth biting down on her lip as I slid out. “You don’t regret it, do you?” I guess she felt the weird vibe as well.

My eyes were firmly locked on hers. “Are you kidding me? Hell no. I’m just trying not be a complete douchebag and ask if that was a onetime deal.”

She smiled, obviously pleased I was looking for a repeat. “You would do it again? With me?”

My hand moved up and down her thigh, her skin so soft it almost didn’t feel real. “Megs, I’d do it again right now if we had the time. You were incredible. I know I’m probably breaking all kinds of rules right now but yeah, I really want you to come home with me tonight.”

She relaxed, sinking into the seat beside me and smiled. “I’d like that. A lot. I guess if it’s the same night, technically it’s still the same one time. Right?”

“I’m all about the technicalities.” Especially ones that meant I was going to be able to do
that
again.

“Good, so we do this tonight and then we both move on.” She fished her underwear off the seat and started to smooth out her dress. “No one has to know, nothing has to get weird and we can just go back to the way things were.”

So that was the plan. One night. One night to fuck each other’s brains out and then we’d go back to friends. I didn’t even care how fucking shady it sounded, I wanted it. I wanted her. One night and then maybe we both could get over this twisted infatuation we seemed to have. One thing was for sure, I was going all out and making it count. Tonight she was going to scream out my name so many times she was going to be sick of it and I was going to enjoy every second of it. And while we were both going to be moving on, she would never forget it.

Holy —expletive-expletive-my
-brain-is-so-fried-I-can’t-think—Hell, I just had sex with Troy Harris. Yep, the use of his first and last name was still required, if only to try and get my head around it. Did a twister suddenly pick me up and transport me to OZ? The absence of ruby slippers told me no. It was like the ultimate crime and I had gotten away with the robbery of the century. I’ve been a bad, bad girl, officer go ahead and take my prints.

The whole trip back to the club I couldn’t even think straight. My thoughts jumped in a suspended state of what-the-fuck-just-happened. Oh, and I couldn’t sit straight either, but that was on account of his HUGE cock.

The size-thirteen shoes should have probably been the tip off; his hands were big too, so it would stand to reason… And yet I was still unprepared for what he was packing.

Damn. Was I going to be walking funny? It would totally be worth it. And while we were on the subject of “ta-dah” moments, that big giant ring in the head of his aforementioned huge cock just about made me choke. Literally, as in I couldn’t freaking breath. Me and my friend,
Google
were going to be having some serious words when I got home. How the hell could I have not known about that? And more importantly, how could I have ever orgasmed without it in the past? What would possess a guy to pierce
that
part of his body, I’ll never know, but I am saying a silent thank-you to the person who had the balls—no pun intended— to start that trend. If the talented penis wasn’t enough to get me on my knees and sing Hallelujah, the
other
things he had in his bag of tricks, sure did.

So, the anal play. Yeah, didn’t see that one coming. Sure, guys had asked me to go
down that road
before, but the answer had always been a resounding, oh-hell-no. Wow. Boy, was I wrong. I’m not going to lie and say that at first the invasion didn’t make my eyes bug-out like an old school cartoon character, but that uncertainty lasted about a quarter of a second till the freaking mind blowing orgasm rolled in. It was less like a wave and more like a tsunami. If I’d had pockets, I would be checking them for sand.

I’m not sure if that was some kind of signature move, or if he just felt inspired, but the man had some serious talent when it came to pleasuring a woman. Between his hands, his mouth and his cock, I was seriously wondering how the hell a man like that was legal. Maybe the ultimate crime was his. There sure as hell would be no police report filed by me.

“You doin’ okay?” Troy stopped the Suburban in front of
Panic
, the short ride back to the club over.

“Uh-huh.” My head nodded slightly more enthusiastically than I would have liked.

“You just look a little…” His truth serum eyes seared me. There would be no controlling my mouth.

“Well-fucked?” Was what I’d offered. Not like it was a lie, but I could have been a little smoother. Nothing else seemed to fit, so I was going to stick with that.

His low laugh rumbled through the cabin of the car. “I was going to say
antsy
. I’m not good with you being so unsettled. Makes me think I didn’t take care of what needed to be taken care of, you get me?”

He leaned across the console all cool-and-unaffected as the smell of sex and his cologne assaulted the air around me. It just didn’t seem fair. He wasn’t allowed to be talented, good looking, able to produce mind-blowing orgasm
and
be cool. Greedy much?

“Oh, it was taken care of. Twice.” My head bobbled like an idiot as I tried to play off the goof-ball grin that was plastered across my face. No one was fooled. “We should get back inside.” Thank you mouth for finally kicking in. Look at me acting close to normal. He’d never know it was all an act. Move along folks, nothing to see here.

“Yeah, they’ve probably noticed by now.” Troy eyed TJ who had walked around the passenger side door and opened it for me.

“Ms. Winters.” TJ spared me the judgmental stare down or the cold shoulder. I nodded my appreciation, as a gigantic hug thanking him would have been overkill.

“Ready?” Troy appeared beside me as TJ helped me from the car to the sidewalk. For that, the big burly security-guard-come-driver deserved another thank you. The length of my dress hem not conducive to climbing in and out of a tank-like vehicle.

Who can get out of a car
that
size
that
quickly? Seriously, was he Batman? “Yep.” My mouth popped on the P as I adjusted my dress and added
stealthy
to Troy’s list of attributes. The list was extensive.

“Here you go, man.” The car keys flew out of Troy’s hand and landed in TJ’s steady palm before he pocketed them. The extent of the exchange limited to a few grunts and a nod as Troy lead me back to the main entrance of the club. Maybe they had a code? Whatever, it was a mystery that didn’t need solving tonight, certainly not by me.

“Just so we’re clear on our story.” My voice rose to compensate for the loud mayhem we had stepped into. “Crappy week at work. We went to the bar, had a few drinks and then I need to step outside for some air.” Sounded plausible. Yeah, let’s go with that.

“Sure, but we never did discuss your
crappy
week.” Troy’s hand pressed into my lower back as he guided me up the stairs. The same stairs we had neglected to climb earlier. He leaned into me, “I’m not buying it’s just a tough case load.” His hot breath in my ear was making all kinds of parts of me tingle and I had to remind myself not to press myself up against his body and bury my tongue in his mouth.

“I’m fine.” The rehearsed response was automatic when it came to work talk. The added shrug wasn’t. I couldn’t have been any less convincing, and for once it hadn’t been my mouth that let me down. Kudos traitorous body, you are now on my shit list.

“You know you can talk to me, right? I’m pretty good at keeping secrets.” Troy’s lips spread into a grin as he reached the top of the stairs.

Well then. So, my plan to inoculate myself with a good dose of Troy Harris and be cured was a bust. It certainly didn’t help that he was being so sweet, and that grin he had going on just made me want him more. Maybe I needed more exposure. Like I literally needed to fuck him out of my system? I certainly owed it to myself to explore the options.

“I’m fine, promise.” I made a cross-my-heart motion over my chest and walked to the entrance of the VIP lounge area. The bouncer waving us through the minute he laid eyes on Troy.

“There you are!” Ash rushed to greet us. Her eyes were red and puffy, her mascara
less
enhancing her lashes and
more
giving her smudgy panda eyes. And unless you are
Courtney Love,
that look is not intentional.

This was certainly not the welcome I thought we would be walking into. Dan followed slowly behind her. He looked guiltily responsible; the hands shoved into his front pockets and the dopey look on his face a dead giveaway.

“Ash, are you ok?” I grabbed her hand and shot a death-glare at Dan. “What did you do?” So help me if he’d made her cry by doing or saying something stupid, I was going to end him. I don’t think I could go through another one of their break-ups. The last one had almost sent
me
into therapy.

“Relax, Megs. It’s not what you think.” Dan circled his hands around Ash’s waist and pulled her against his body, she didn’t fight him so I’m guessing that’s a good thing. Someone needed to start talking.

Ash dried the corners of her eyes with the tips of her fingers. “Dan asked me to marry him.”

Huh? All muscle control of my mouth was lost as it fell open in disbelief. My eyelids peeling back to their capacity was also a nice touch.
Wow.
Did
not
see that one coming. Marriage? How long were we gone? Had Marty McFly shown up in his Delorean and we’d somehow time travelled? Maybe Troy’s penis had an in-built flux capacitor and zipped us through the time-space continuum. His talented cock knew no end.

“What? Just now?” My shaking head complemented the attractive facial paralysis I had going on as I tried to wrap my brain around what I’d obviously missed.

Troy, who obviously hadn’t shared my stunned reaction, moved in front of me. “Congrats, man. Good move on making it legal, it will be harder for her to dump your sorry ass when she finally realizes she can do better.” He shook Dan’s hand and gave Ash a warm hug.

Dan was unmistakably pleased, the smile barely contained on his face as he patted Troy on the back. “Thanks, man. You know you’re going to have to be suited up and stand beside me as my best man, right?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, dude. Whatever you need.”

My brain kicked into gear and demanded I say something. My best friend just announced she was getting married and I had been standing there speechless while the revelry went on around me.
You’re happy for her. This is a good thing. Congratulations.
All
acceptable responses, pick one…any one! “Wow. Congratulations, Ash. I’m so happy for you.” Thank you, sweet baby Jesus.

Ash beamed, her excitement and happiness palpable as she tugged on my arm. “And Megs, I need you to be my maid of honor. I know it’s kind of soon, but I know Dan’s the one. There’s never going to be another guy for me.”

“Of course I will. I would love nothing more than to stand beside you.” It was a given that I would be there in whatever way I was needed. Being partnered with Troy? Time will tell if that was a blessing or a curse. “I’m so glad you’re happy, that’s all that matters. Who cares how long it’s been? When you know, you know. So which one of you two is going to spill the details? Is there a ring?” My mouth spewed every random thought as I grabbed Ash’s left hand and noticed a sparkling diamond was absent from her ring finger.

Dan held up his hand as he entered the
ring
debate. “There ain’t no way in hell I’m choosing an engagement ring without Ash’s input. I know Stone and James took a knee with a box full of carats, but I wanted to be sure that whatever she wears is something that she loves.” He punctuated his stance by pulling her in close and kissing her neck.

Ash smiled. “The ring isn’t important. I don’t even need one.”

“Yeah, you do.” Dan made it clear where he sat on the
no ring
stance. “No future wife of mine is going to be without an engagement ring and don’t even think about the money. So you can either choose a ring you like or you get one the size of a baseball when I go buy one myself.”

“I don’t think he’s bending on this one, Ash; might be easier just to take the hit and get the bauble.” Troy winked with a laugh. Ash nodded, agreeing it was probably a losing battle.

While their touching exchange was endearing, I was still no closer to know how or why Dan decided to pop the question in a club. That information was something I needed to know. Not that it was any of my business, but that had never stopped me before. I was an information girl. It was a sickness and I was very unwell. “So… getting back to the proposal. You know I need details.”

“Well, to be honest I hadn’t really planned it.” Dan took the reigns on this one as he explained how he decided they needed to become husband and wife. “But being here reminded me of that night and how it all started.”

It was evident in the telling how much he loved her. My heart swooned despite the absence of rose petals and sunsets —and probably no bended knees either—but he was a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of guy so I wouldn’t expect his proposal to be anything less. I felt my eyes water as I looked at my friend, so happy and in love with a guy who adored and loved her like she deserved. It was fitting that she was finally getting her little slice of happily ever after.

“I’m not sure if that’s romantic or kind of creepy.” My eyes blinked rapidly, trying to keep my tears at bay.

Ash joined me on my journey to Tearsville, her fingertips trying to salvage what was left of her eye make-up. She needn’t have bothered. It was a lost cause. “Oh hush, Megs, it’s beautiful and it’s perfect.”

“Ok babe, you’re going to need to stop crying.” It had been a long time since I’d heard Dan sound so serious, he stroked Ash’s arm with concern. “I know you said you’re happy, but the tears are starting to mess with my head. Last time I made you cry, you left me.”