Page 179 of Ride With Me

UNLAWFULLY HORNY

KAMISA COLE

CHAPTER 1

RHODES

“Whatareyou doing andwhenwill you be back?” My best friend Paul’s shriek was loud enough to bring a blush to my cheeks.

I cleared my throat, then walked around the building of the gas station I’d stopped at. “I’m doing a sexy road trip. The twenty-seven-year-old virgin you know will no longer be. And I’m coming back when I have all kinky experiences in that I want to have in.” My voice shook, betraying how much I had no clue how to accomplish what I’d set out to do. Straightening my back, I decided to be a different guy on the road.

I’d be… Marcus, or Brad, or any other name that sounded cool and in control.

I’d be outspoken and flirty and all the things I usually wasn’t.

“Can’t you have intercourse here?”

I snorted. “We live in Bumfuck Nowhere, and around the corner is Bumfuck Nowhere Two. I can’t go around asking guys to choke me so I find out if I like it. I say I’m gay and don’t even know if I’m really gay. I want someone to touch my dick. I want someone to do all the things to me he can think of so I can see if I like it. I have a bag full of lube and condoms and toys. I just need that time, Pauly.”

He was the only person I’d ever be as frank and as honest with, and it was probably one of my problems.

“What if you get killed during kinky intercourse because you got a fudging sicko?”

I sighed. “Then at least my virgin hole is no longer virgin.”

Truth was, I’d thought about that, too, and therefore had looked up a couple of sex clubs I planned on seeing.

Dropping against the wall behind me, I exhaled. Every day since I made this plan I’d gone back and forth about doing it, but the truth was… I needed to get away from my small town even if I loved it and my family.

I needed to get away so I’d know if I just imagined being into guys, and to see if what I watched in porn was what I liked in real life.

I’d long since given up on the hope of finding a partner for life—mom refused to call them boyfriends or anything else—and therefore a road trip was the best thing.

No one knew me or my story, and I could be someone else.

Maybe I’d always chicken out, but maybe not.

God, I was pretty sure the only thing I’d not be able to tick off my list would be consensual non-con, but that was okay as long as I tried many other things.

“Rhodes,” Paul all but whined.

“Sorry, I have to go.” I told him I’d check in regularly so he knew where to send the police to in case I got lost, and then hung up.

I exhaled, my dick hard just because I’d been talking about all the things I wanted to do, and after a quick glance around, I rubbed my hand over my pants, softly moaning at what little relief that gesture gave me.

“Take it out and jerk yourself, little prince,” a dark, tempting, seductive voice came from my right and I froze where I was, but my gaze snapped to him nonetheless.

He had bad boy written all over him, wearing black jeans and a black shirt that practically was molded to his chest.

His gaze was as dark as his hair, and yet, my breath quickened because his eyes were on the place my hand was still covering: my erection.

“Come on, do it. Reach into your pants and take it out, and if you’re not brave enough, stroke yourself in your pants. I want to see you come.”

He knew. That was all I could think, and following that… He heard what I said to Paul. A flush worked its way up my neck to my cheeks, and yet, his watching eyes made me feel hot and brave.

I licked my lips, then, ever so slowly, unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out.

“Good little prince,” he praised and I whimpered. “Now, move those long fingers, handsome. Show me what you got. And remember, the slower you are, the higher the chances that someone sees you.”

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