Page 18 of Easy Rider
“That’s better.” I run my fingers up and down the slit of her pussy over her soaking panties. Emma moans, staying perfectly still, as if one move will break the spell we’re under.
“Aren’t you afraid someone’s going to see?” she whispers breathlessly as she shifts. She’s half on, half off her stool now.
The bar is jammed and we’re still surrounded by backs. Travis is swamped tonight; he isn’t noticing anyone who isn’t flagging him down.
“I don’t care about anyone in this bar except you, baby.” I tuck under the elastic edge of her panties and dip into her slick, tight pussy with two fingers.
Emma lets out a soft, aching sound that practically has me coming in my pants. She’s soaking, clamping around my fingers. “You want to be fucked so badly, Emma, don’t you?” I spread her juices over her clit with my thumb. I’m moaning, ready to pull my cock out and jack off all over her.
She grabs my arm and closes her eyes. Perspiration is starting to bead over her lips and around her hairline. My cock bangs against my jeans.That pussy is mine. Mine. Mine.
“Don’t stop,” Emma begs, humping my palm, grinding against my thumb. Her slick little glove is just dripping for me, waiting to be filled. I moan in ecstasy, and I don’t know how long I can last. I need to control myself though. Me coming in my pants at the bar would definitely draw attention.
“Spread your legs wider,” I hiss, trying to keep my voice under control, low and even, but it’s a stretch. “Keep your back to the wall.”
I shift so my knee is between her legs and reach under her, plunging my fingers into her tight juicy cunt again. “Fuck my fingers, baby girl,” I growl, curling them inside her.
Emma pants and lets out a moan. She’s almost sitting on my hand now and rolling her hips.
“Just like that.” I keep my thumb moving over her hard little nub. She’s so wet my middle finger slips and slides over her ass crack.
She trembles, her body plastered against me and legs spread as far as they’ll go in that dress. I close my eyes and get lost in her. Her musky pussy scent blends with her plum-and-deep-dark-forest perfume. My cock roars, spurting pre-cum, knowing she’s so ready to be fucked.
“Oh God.” She’s fighting to stay still. And I’m ready to fucking plow her, and I can’t stand that I have to hold back. This is fucking impossible.
“Do you know how sexy you are with your eyes closed like that?” My fucking cock aches for her. Her slippery nub is as hard as rock; her juices are all over my hand as I roll her clit under my fingers, harder and faster. I can’t take my eyes off her exquisite face.
“I want your cum all over me and dripping down your thighs, Emma. Show me how much you want my cock.” I don’t let up on the pressure on her clit. “Fuck my fingers, Emma. Come for me.”
I can’t resist her, and I want to be fucking her so badly. She cries out, a sexy, low groan that makes me go right back down to that luscious crevice between her neck and shoulder, where I suck so hard I know I’m bruising her.
Her thighs shake and she rolls her hips, clamping around my fingers. Fucking red-hot lust consumes me. In a daze, I suck harder. She is mine, and I want to leave a mark,my mark, so everyone knows it. The harder I suck, the louder she moans.
Emma squeals into my shoulder. Shuddering, she reaches out and clutches the edge of the bar to steady herself. But the time for control is gone. I keep the pressure on. “That’s it, come for me.” Her pussy clamps around my fingers. I keep my thumb right where it is and press into the small of her back with my other hand, keeping her close. And I am fucking gone. Swept up in her storm, feeling the vibration of her suppressed cries deep in my chest as she shudders and breaks loose. My balls are about to explode.
“Fuck. Fuck,” she moans, her body relaxing against me as she wraps both arms around me and kisses my neck. I bring my hand out from under her dress and hold her tight, rocking her. But I’m not giving her a minute to recover.
No more playtime. I told her I’d break her today, and I meant it. I’m not finished teaching her that she is mine. And there will be no more back and forth withthis is business, orI’m not that kind girl,or whatever fucking excuse. That shit is over. I’m breaking her out of that habit once and for all, tonight.
I slide my hand up her back, get a good handful of her thick, tangled hair. Gripping the base of her neck, I gently tug, bringing my mouth to her ear. It’s loud in here; I want to be sure she hears what I’m about to say. “I’m going to fuck you hard, Emma. Do you think you can stop pretending you don’t want to fuck me long enough for me to pump you full of cum?”
Dying for her sopping wet pussy, I slip my hand under her dress again. I circle her clit under my thumb and fuck her with my fingers. And damn if she doesn’t start riding them again.
I fucking lose it. I bring my hand up to her pretty flushed cheek. Her eyelids are heavy, and she’s looking at me with a mixture of trust and lust that slays me. I cradle her exquisite face with both hands and bring my lips down on her mouth, crushing her lips with mine.
My heart is jackhammering through every cell of my body. I’m so damned hungry for her, I’m ready to clear the glasses off the shiny wood surface in front of us and fuck her on the bar.
She breaks from the kiss, panting into my mouth. “I’m so dizzy. What are you trying to do to me?”
“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet, sexy girl.” I kiss her again, then pull myself away from her luscious lips long enough to leave a couple of twenties for the drinks. I’m not waiting for change, not even waiting to get her into my truck. I breathe in the smell of her pussy on my fingers. The scent strikes like a bolt of lightning to my cock. I’m ramrod straight, as thick as a baseball bat. I can’t wait a second longer to make her mine.
I hold her hand while she collects her purse and I grab my jacket. With my arm around her, I drag her though the bar and around the corner to a small foyer.
There’s a staircase that leads to Travis’s apartment. I only know about it because he needed help moving his couch. It’s dark, with only the light from the bar streaming into the narrow passageway.
The second we reach the hall, Emma presses against me again. My tongue is down her throat and we’re trying to fuck each other through our clothes. I drop my jacket and hear the thud of her purse landing on the floor.
“You’re not too shy to let me tongue-fuck you on the stairs, are you?” I barely get the words out; my lust for her is raging. My body’s on fire, and my pulsing cock is so hard and thick I wonder if it will still fit inside her little cunt.
