Crash Ride by T. Gephart Page B

mouth, her blue-green eyes looking up at me as she sucked me hard. It was more than I could stand.
    I pulled my dick from her mouth and joined her on the floor of the shower. She protested until my tongue flicked her nipple and then she arched her back and let me do whatever I wanted. What I wanted was to put my mouth on every part of her. My teeth gently teased her pink peak while I snaked my hand down between her legs. She lowered herself down onto her ass and gave me better access. Fucking amazing. Her legs spread and my fingers teased her clit. She was wet and not from the water that was raining down on us from the showerhead.
    She reached out and grabbed my shaft, her tight hand moving up and down my length while my fingers rubbed circles around the opening of her pussy. I plunged two fingers inside her; Megs’s grip around me —both her pussy around my fingers and her hand on my cock— tightened.
    I wanted to be deep inside her but with the closest condom in the nightstand, my hand and tongue were going to have to be the only parts that got that pleasure. The other part, the one that was about to blow its load into her hand, would sink into her the minute we were out of the shower and suited up in latex.
    We didn’t talk; moans seemed all we were capable of as our hands got each other off. I was torn between wanting to watch her get worked up with my fingers moving in and out of her sweet pussy, or watching her jerk me off, both had its benefits. Her back arched toward my hand and I knew that she was close, I was trying to hold off, wanting it to last just a little longer. It felt so fucking good. In the end, biology took over and my mouth slammed down on hers as we both came hard on the floor of the shower stall.
    “Hey,” I whispered against her shoulder as I wrapped my arms around her.
    “Hey,” she giggled back, slowly opening her eyes. God she was beautiful.
    “You going to spend the night with me so I can do that properly?” My fingers traced little circles on her back.
    “It felt pretty good the first time.”
    “You know it can be better.”
    “I can probably stay.”
    “Good. Let’s get cleaned up so I can get you into my bed.”
    “Aren’t you curious how I got into your apartment?”
    “Well, it crossed my mind for about a second until I saw you were naked and then I no longer gave a fuck. You could’ve busted my locks and I’d still have a smile on my face.”
    I’m sure there was a story, and in truth part of me was curious but currently it wasn’t that part of me that was running the show, so whatever the explanation was, it could wait.
    “I didn’t bust your locks.”
    “You have a life of crime you’ve been keeping under wraps? Vandalizing and boosting cars when you were a teenager?”
    “Would that turn you on, Troy Harris?”
    Her smile would’ve knocked me on my ass if I weren’t already on it. “Megs, you just have to show up and I get turned on. Anything else is just gravy.”
    While the first time had been frenzied, the second time I would be taking it slow. I wanted to feel every inch of myself inside her and get familiar with every part of her body. There was no way I would be wasting the opportunity, even if I knew when the morning cracked through my drapes, it would probably be the last time.

 
    Okay, so that had to be the last time.
    I would go cold turkey and there would be no more slipups. Yeah, because that’s what happened. We accidently found ourselves naked and his penis slipped into my vagina—again.
    So what if he was incredibly hot and made me orgasm like it was an Olympic sport. I refused to accept there was more to it than that. That just being around him didn’t make my heart squeeze a little. Or that his smile didn’t make my shitty day infinitely better. No, it was purely sexual. It had to be, and there were other attractive guys, ones who had talent. Men who didn’t have a connection to any of my friends or their partners. I just needed to