Page 47 of One Wild Ride

“I do that all the time when I stuff myself with food. It helps. And since you are a newbie at gorging, I thought it might help,” she said pointing to my zipper.

“Oh, uh, okay.”

I unsnapped the top button of my jeans and she was right.

“This is what it must feel like to take off a girdle,” I said and then burped, which felt incredible.

“Now you’re getting it. Let everything go. But if you have to fart, please release that in the bathroom. No need to call in a hazmat team to air out the place.” She laughed as she stood and walked over to the bed.

“What about your farts, Aria? Maybe you’re the one who wants to kill me. Death by suffocation due to too many farts.” I fell back on the bed kicking up my legs.

Her eyes widened. “You have no idea what my farts smell like. My ass burps could smell like honeysuckles and baby powder.”

I lifted my shirt and rubbed my belly hoping that would help.

“You know what would really help with that? Sex,” she said standing over me next to the bed with a straight face.

“Does that ever work? With guys. Just saying it like that?” I tried to sit up but I farted.

Aria covered her nose with her hand. “Eww. Oh no. Now I have to call the fumigators.”

Her shoulders shook. That was it. It was time to teach this woman a lesson.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the bed. Her giggles grew louder, deeper as she fell.

“No! Someone help me. He’s trying to murder me with his gas. Fartocation!” she said in between fits of laughter.

I climbed on top of Aria and pulled her arms away, pinning her down.

“Looks like you’re trapped. This was my plan all along, Aria. To get you in this small room so I could fart you to death,” I said.

That’s when I realized how close her lips were to my cock. It grew warm and hardened at the thought. My laughter slowly died as did hers. She must have been thinking the same thing as her eyes drifted to the jean-clad bulge growing on top of her chest.

“Do you not want me, Alex? Is that it?” Aria’s eyes lifted to mine. There was something different in the way she looked at me. A sadness or vulnerability that I hadn’t seen before.

“Of course, I want you, Aria,” I said as I climbed off her and lay on my side next to her. Folding my arm, I propped up my head with my hand. “I keep waiting for this to feel right or natural. And every time I want to kiss you or pull you close something in my head stops me. I talk myself out of it because I’m afraid you won’t like what you find in me.”

She smiled and with her hand, she pushed me so my back was flush against the mattress.

“We are going to play a little game, Alex. It’s called, what do you really want.”

“All right.” Willing to say yes to anything she said.

My brain began to feed me doubts so I shook my head, trying to stop them. Aria was here with me in a motel room. Nothing about the night screamed lavish. All the times I told myself women only cared about my bank account, I couldn’t say that here.

This place was shoddy. Our dinner was cheap. Aria wasn’t getting turned on because expensive things surrounded her, she was getting turned on because I was with her.

And that thought made me hard.

“What do you really want, right now, Alex?” She tucked her legs under her, hovering over me.

Her body. I wanted to see her body.

“For you to take off your top.”

Her lips curved into a sexy smile and she reached up, unbuttoning the three buttons at the top of her black- and white-striped blouse. Her creamy skin stretched as she pulled the top from her skin, throwing it onto the floor.

What was left was a smooth stomach, petite but perky breasts hidden under violet lace, and long, lean arms. Those were the facts, but what did I care of facts at that moment.

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