Crash Ride (6 page)

“Aww Dan, stop. You’re going to make me cry now.” His words plunged my own make-up at risk as my eyes started to water. Damn him for being so incredibly sweet.

“Ok, ladies,” Troy waved over a waitress and ordered some champagne. “No more crying. What we need to is celebrate.”

He was a God. Troy, I meant. His intervention saved me from a full emotional outburst that would have unleashed my unattractive crying face. No one needed to see that. He would
so
be getting a blowjob for that act of kindness; I was a really ugly crier.

We moved over to one of the vacant couches, coupling off as we sat down. It should have felt weird— sitting next to him, acting normal—but it didn’t. Instead we laughed and chatted about the impending nuptials as the waitress handed out our champagne.

“To my best friend, who’s been more like a brother to me.” Troy held up his glass. “I’m so freaking glad you didn’t waste time and asked the best woman who ever walked into your life to marry you.”

His smile made my heart skip a beat before he continued. “Ash, I know we haven’t known each other long but I can tell you are the real deal, and I couldn’t be happier to have you as a sister-in-law. Sorry to tell you, but you marry this loser, you get us as well. It’s all good though, ’cause it means you can stare at Alex’s ass anytime you want now.”

We laughed— Ash and I. She
had
stared at Alex’s ass so it was funny. Dan didn’t share the amusement as he shot Troy a dirty look and flipped him the bird. “I hate you, asshole.”

“Back at ya, sunshine.” Troy grinned back.

“To Dan and Ash.” Troy paused before adding, “Nothing but love for both of you. Congratulations.”

“Dan and Ash.” The words left my mouth with very little effort. Troy had said it all so I showed my support by taking a drink. It was the least I could do and would keep me from declarations of how amazing Troy was. I was thinking it but the world didn’t need to know. Best I pin that thought for later.

The drinks flowed freely, which could have been dangerous. My hands seemed to spend more and more time on Troy Harris; his arm, his knee, his thigh. No one noticed and more to the point, no one stopped me. I would have stopped had he asked, but he didn’t so I didn’t. Did that sound right? Probably not. Oh look, another glass of champagne.

“So you wanna team up, beat the two of them into submission if either of them fucks this up?” Troy gently bumped my shoulder—
he
was touching
me
— as we watched Dan and Ash move from the couch and onto the dance floor.

“Yes. I think that’s part of the job description when you sign up for the wedding party.” My voice came out breathier than I would have liked, possibly on account that I wanted to nuzzle against his chest.

Troy’s arms stretched out over the top of the couch, his skin making contact with my back. The shiver travelled down my spine, all the way to my toes. “Funny how we worried about them noticing us being gone and they couldn’t have cared less.”

Yes, no one had noticed. Let’s go back to car
was what I had wanted to say but instead the watered down version of, “Yeah, I guess we lucked out,” was what I actually said.

It was a compromise and it meant I didn’t sound like a nympho, so positives all around. Yay! “Did you still want to… get together…later?” My voice was unsteady, either champagne or concern that our night of debauchery was going to be put on a permanent hold, to blame. Best to be prepared.

Troy’s hand slid off the couch and gently caressed my back. “Of course I do, why wouldn’t I?” His smile convinced me that he had no plans to sleep alone.

I stifled a moan, allowing more skin to connect with his hand. “I just wanted to be sure you hadn’t changed your mind.”

“Changed my mind? I’m the best man, you’re the maid of honor. I’m pretty sure there is some unwritten law that we have to sleep together.” There was a smile but no humor in his voice.

“I’m fairly sure there is no such law.” My eyelids may have fluttered; I couldn’t be sure as the silliness of my words made me giggle.

“Going to have to disagree with you, Megs, respectfully of course.” Troy’s hand slowly slid down the couch to rest on my hip. “I’m not going to be held accountable if you doom their marriage ’cause you didn’t follow the rules.”

“Oh, so that’s the reason?” My chin tilted as my body relaxed against his. Cooling it would have been the smart thing to do. Dan and Ash could walk up at any moment, we were in a public place and I was practically in his lap. Did I care? Nope, and I couldn’t make myself either. He was intoxicating. My lips moved closer to his ear. “You afraid we’re going to curse them if we don’t sleep together?”

Troy turned his head, his lips hovered above mine and I was sure he was going to kiss me. “No.” He paused, his voice husky and low. “The reason is ’cause I want to own that body of yours tonight. I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about anything else other than making sure that happens.”

It was sometime around
two in the morning when we finally wrapped it up and piled into the Suburban. That was about three hours later than I would have liked. Patience and virtue—yeah I didn’t get the memo. Instead I concentrated on what it would feel like to have my hands on her ass while she rode my cock; it gave me the incentive to hang back and let the night play out.

Dan and Ash got cozy on the row of seats in front of us while Megs and I took the ones in the back. Two things it had been good for. One, the two lovebirds didn’t get an eyeful of my hard-on. And two, my hands were able to stay busy on Megs without any raised eyebrows or suspicion. And busy they were.

That dress she was wearing deserved a standing ovation, ’cause other than looking outstanding on her, it didn’t hinder my access. My fingers got on a first name basis with her thong while she rubbed the front of my jeans with her hand. It was a beautiful thing.

The little moans she had going on didn’t help either. They weren’t loud enough for our audience to hear. Nope, she’d saved that privilege for me alone. Almost made me forget where the fuck I was, reaching for her mouth with my own on more than one occasion. That probably would have required some explanation. My tongue down her throat? Yeah, really no way getting around that unless she needed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

Both Ash and Megs had both consumed their fair share of drinks at the club. If the collection of champagne bottles hadn’t been a clue, the giggling sure was. Sober? Not likely. And while they weren’t loaded, they were fairly lit up.

Of course being the stand-up guy that I am, I kindly offered Megs the use of my guest room so she wouldn’t have to go back her place alone. She happily accepted. The brownie points I’d won from Ash were a nice touch, my concern for Megs’s well-being, commended even. I know, I’m a regular fucking saint.

The elevator ride up to the Penthouse had been excruciating. Being in such a confined space and not being able to do anything, yeah that was brutal. I had to mentally recite the batting order for the Yankees to try and calm the raging hard-on I had going on.

The minute we’d said our goodbyes and Dan and Ash disappeared through their front door, I grabbed Megs and pushed her up against the wall. I’d waited as long as I cared to and I wanted her mouth, and every other part of her on me.

She gave me zero resistance as my tongue continued to fuck her mouth. That was the preshow as I fumbled with my keys and opened my front door, both of us ready for the main event.

The door slamming behind us was all we needed to take it to the next level, clawing each other like savages. We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. Instead we dropped onto the hardwood floor of my entranceway and tore our clothes from our bodies like they were on fire. I’d take her to my bed later, what I needed was to get my mouth on her— every part of her.

Her neck, her tits, her thighs— my tongue got real familiar with it all, and she was almost begging by the time my mouth hit her pussy. Her back bowed off the floor as I continued to tease her, invading her, making her squirm. She twisted beneath me, changing her position and demanded to suck my cock. I wasn’t about to argue as I turned to give her access, her hot lips wrapping around me made me lose my damn mind. I’d had my fair share of blowjobs, but the way she worked that mouth of hers had me convinced I’d been dealing with amateurs all these years. Good to know.

My thumb circled her clit as I pushed a finger inside her, my cock muffling her pleasured moan. The charge coming off our bodies would have been enough to power a small country. Energy crisis solved.

I felt her body tense as her pussy tightened around my fingers, her breathing erratic as she thrashed beneath me with my dick in her mouth. She was close, and so was I. The heat in my body rose as I fought a losing battle to prolong the inevitable. My dick made the decision that it had gone on long enough. “Megs, I’m going to come.”

Her body convulsed as she beat me to it, every inch of her shook as I shot my load into her mouth. She continued to suck and swallow as I pulsed into her. Little muffled whimpers escaped from her lips as I drew out the last of her orgasm. My hands and mouth still busy between her legs.

It was awhile before we actually made it to my bedroom. Moving? That shit was obsolete for a good ten minutes while we both came down from the monumental sixty-nine in the entranceway.

Taking her to bed was high on my agenda, but it turns out all the good intentions in the world didn’t count for shit. ’Cause after getting cozy on the floor for a while, my hard-on came back, interested as to why we weren’t fucking yet. The bastard was out of control. Megs didn’t seem to mind.

We’d made it about thirty feet. Which considering the backtrack to my discarded jeans by the doorway; it had been a fair effort. The condom was fished out of the pocket and onto my dick in record time. It was the rug on the living room floor that got pleasure of hosting
that
action. The couch had just been too fucking far.

That was followed up by a blowjob in the kitchen to which I happily reciprocated by going down on her in my study. Being that she was a psychologist, I’d assumed she appreciate the house tour with positive reinforcement. Who said I didn’t pay attention in school?

By the time we eventually crawled onto the bed, the alarm clock on my nightstand was hinting the sun would soon be playing peek-a-boo. What hadn’t changed with the flicking over of those florescent green digits was my need to take her again. She was like sexual heroin and I was a junkie with an unrelenting addiction.

We were both covered in sweat, panting, as I pounded into her from behind. Megs was on her hands and knees in front of me, my hands locked around her waist.

“That’s it, fuck me,” she screamed. “Harder, Troy Harris. I’m so close.”

My thrusts deepened as I picked up speed. “Hard enough for you?” I pushed every inch of me into her, my finger once again sinking into her ass as she clawed the sheets.

“Oh. My. God,” she screamed as her pussy gripped my cock, the pulsing sensation sending me over the edge as I came with her. Her body shook uncontrollably as muscle fatigue set in and she collapsed onto the mattress, pulling me down with her.

“Fuck, Megs.” I rolled on to my side, taking her with me so I wouldn’t crush her. “I can’t believe you are
still
calling me Troy Harris.” I laughed in between sucking breaths, pulling my finger from her ass.

“Yeah, that kind of slipped out.” She shrugged. “I got caught up in the moment.”

Her body shivered as I moved my hand up her side. “You cold?” I kissed her neck wrapping my arms around her. My A/C had kicked in at some point and was blowing cold air through the room.

“A little.” She shuffled back against my chest. I liked it. A lot.

My dick slowly slid out of her and I pulled off the condom. The used latex reunited with the foil wrapper in the wastepaper basket beside my bed. More of their friends would probably be joining them later.

The comforter that had been kicked off the bed—courtesy of either her foot or mine— was quickly snagged by my hand and wrapped around us. My plans for not moving changed as my hands rubbed over her body. Goosebumps covered her damp skin. “You want to join me in the shower? Warm up a little?”

She turned to me and smiled. “Is this your attempt to fuck me in the shower?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. It hadn’t been my game plan but I liked her thinking. “Megs, I think we’ve got a good ten-fifteen minutes before I’ll be operational again. No fucking. Just a shower.”

“Sure, I’d like that.”

****

The shower had been as promised— just a shower. We’d stood under the spray of the warm water, my cock stirring the minute my hand started soaping her. Up her body, down her body, other side, repeat. It was mechanical but necessary if I wanted to keep my word.  Lathered up and shut up, I even washed and conditioned her hair, which had been a first.

Girls in the shower were usually a precursor to shower sex, so the experience had been a new one for me. Megs sure as hell wasn’t making things easy either, the little noises she made while I massaged her head were putting my resolve to the test. Got me wondering if I couldn’t make her come purely from washing her hair. It seemed she’d gotten almost as much pleasure when she’d washed my ’hawk, her fingers twisting through my hair while her wet, slippery body pressed against me. It was driving me insane and while the plan had been to get clean, all I could think about was getting dirty.

Done fantasizing about screwing her against the tiled wall of the shower, I cut the water and put myself out of my misery. The only rub she received was courtesy of a couple of over-sized towels. Her hands, not mine.

When it came to blow-drying her hair, I opted out. Sure, I would have loved to stay and watch a re-enactment of a
Whitesnake
video play out in my bathroom. Tits and hair flying wildly sounded like a good time, but my dick was having serious problems with the
look but don’t touch
scenario I had us locked into.

So while she took care of
that,
I ripped the sheets from my mattress and freshened it up with a pair that weren’t sporting our DNA. Managed to get in between them as well, leaving the dirty sheets I’d stripped piled in a corner. A run to the laundry wasn’t on the cards. Not if it meant I’d risk missing the view. And what a view it was.

Megs stepped out of the bathroom, her hair doing that floaty thing around her shoulders, and the best part —she was naked. She didn’t even do that lame-ass hand-wrap manoeuver to cover her tits or her pussy that some girls do. Thank Christ for that. She just strolled out with her head high and a smile on her face, crawling back into bed beside me. Oh, she also shot me a look that clued me in that the
hands off
thing I had going on was no longer working for her. This was not a problem for me and I was more than happy to continue playtime. Her lips tightly wrapped around my cock was a very nice start.

I wasn’t sure how many times we’d fucked. It was irrelevant, but I do know I spent more of the night/morning inside of her than out. Not one of those times did the thought
I shouldn’t be doing this
cross my mind. The sunlight cracked through the drapes, flooding the room, before we finally admitted defeat. Exhausted, I wrapped my arms around her and we both fell asleep.