Runaway Ride Part 11

"On second thought, I'll just text her. Let's go."

James guided me to the parking lot with a hand on my back while I sent a quick text. When he stopped in front of a motorcycle I looked up at him in surprise. "You're taking me home on a motorcycle?"

"Well, it is a motorcycle club," he replied drily.

"Right... sorry." I took the offered helmet and put it on, waiting while James adjusted the straps to his liking and helped me zip up my jacket. I was still coming down from my adrenaline high, so I didn't really acknowledge his touch.

After getting on the bike, James turned to help me up behind him, giving me instructions on how to ride as a pa.s.senger on a bike. When I scooted up closer behind him, the backs of my thighs rubbed against the leather seat, pus.h.i.+ng up on my skirt. I cursed my wardrobe choice again as we wound through the city and the whipping wind lashed at my exposed legs while the combination of the rumbling engine and warm body between my legs made me forget the scare I had just had.

Arriving at my apartment complex, James gave me a hand off the bike and then followed me up to my apartment. I hesitated at the door. I knew it would be only polite to ask him in after he drove me home, but I was also wary of what I would do if I got him alone in an empty apartment. While I was debating, he took charge and simply took the keys from my hand and unlocked the door, herding me through the door with his body.

"You got a first aid kit?" He said as he took off his jacket, clearly making himself at home.

"What?"

"First aid kit?"

I pointed to the bathroom. "Why do you need a first aid kit?" A thought hit me. "Did you get slashed by the knife?" I took a step forward to examine him for injuries, but he caught me before I could touch him, dragging me into the bathroom and picking me up to sit me on the countertop.

"Kit's for you."

"Me?"

He fingered the sliced strap of my dress. "I want to make sure you don't need st.i.tches."

"But he didn't cut me." I protested weakly.

James grunted and pulled my jacket off my shoulders to expose the injured area. He then pushed the top of my strap over my shoulders and pulled the bottom of my strap away to expose the top of my breast. His breath stuttered, but otherwise he seemed intent on doctoring my non-existent cut. He reached under the sink for the first aid kit. I took the time to examine the area for myself. When he stood up, I was lifting up my breast in an attempt to bring it into the light and get a good look.

"h.e.l.l," he breathed out.

Still holding my breast, I glanced up. "I don't think he got me. See?"

He reached over and pushed my hand off so that his hand could take its place. "Let me look."

He took his sweet time looking over every inch of my skin, one hand supporting the weight of my breast while the fingertips of the other grazed the tops and sides of my breast, brus.h.i.+ng over my nipple with pa.s.sing touches. My nipple started to react and lengthen, sending jolts of sensation to my c.l.i.t and p.u.s.s.y. Our heavy breathing filled the silence in the room.

Finally, he stopped. "I think you're right. No scratches here."

"You sure you don't want to compare it with the other one just in case?" I asked hopefully.

His slow grin was my answer. "Doesn't hurt to be thorough."

I reached for the other strap of my dress and pulled the top half of my dress down around my waist. Both nipples now stood at attention and James wasted no time, diving in with both hands to clasp my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, his fingers closing gently around my extended nipples. I moaned softly, and he echoed my moan as he used his palms to press my b.r.e.a.s.t.s together, nuzzling his face in the cleavage. My hands clutched desperately at his s.h.i.+rt, my nails digging into my palms.

"What... um... are you... oh G.o.d... doing?" I stuttered. He had added a small twist to the pinch of his fingers and it was driving me to distraction.

"Don't question my methods, woman," he growled. He sat up and stared down at the flesh in his hands, his pupils wide and his hot skin searing mine.

Positioning himself between my knees, he pushed me backward until my shoulders touched the cold mirror, making me gasp. In my reclining position, with his hands wrapped around my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and holding them high up on my chest, I spared a momentary thought on how this position made my stomach look flatter. But that thought bubble burst when he took advantage of my hands being behind my hips, holding me up and sucking my left nipple into his mouth.

The combination of suction and teeth allowed his right hand to release his grip on my t.i.t and land on top of my thigh. I sighed and pushed my fingers through his hair, reveling in the feeling of his hand caressing the outside of my hip under my dress. I jumped when I felt him snap the side of my thong.

He let go of my nipple and we kissed in a clash of tongue and teeth. Instinctively, I cupped the weight of my neglected breast, holding it up like an offering. He released me from the kiss and bent down to take the other nipple in his mouth, his left hand traveling the same path as his right to pull the other side of my thong off, letting it fall to the floor.

Both his hands stroked the inside of my thighs, pus.h.i.+ng them apart and upward, giving him more room between my knees and pulling my pelvis closer to the edge of the countertop.

Still holding one breast, I released my grip in his hair to reach down and release the top b.u.t.ton on his jeans. I was shocked to find him wearing nothing underneath. The head of his c.o.c.k rubbed against my hand as I worked to get him out of his pants one-handed, making my palm slick with prec.u.m. We released a mutual sigh when he was finally freed.

I wrapped my slippery hand around his shaft, pumping him in sync with his pulls on my nipple. I used the slightly elongated nail of my thumb to flick the underside of his sensitive c.o.c.k head, making him curse and jerk in my hand.

He suddenly pulled away with a snarl, watching me with hooded eyes. Feeling a little mischievous, I held his gaze while I licked the mess off my palm, sucking on each finger one at a time with a pop. His mouth was left open as he was mesmerized by my movements.

I squealed when James lunged for me and threw me over a shoulder. He walked like a man possessed as he stalked down my hallway, throwing doors open one by one in quest for a bed. When he found one, I was ruthlessly tossed on top of the mattress before he pulled my dress off, kicked off his jeans, and tore off his s.h.i.+rt.

My tongue lolled out of my mouth and I temporary forgot how to swallow or breathe. His tattoos ran seamlessly from his chest, over his ribs, and down to his hips to highlight a rigid c.o.c.k that pulsed softly against his stomach. I wanted to trace every inch of his tattoos with my tongue and wors.h.i.+p his c.o.c.k. At the same time, it had been more than three years since I'd had s.e.x, and his p.e.n.i.s was definitely longer than my ex's...

"Doll?" He was staring at me oddly.

I gave my head a shake to dispel my thoughts and bade him come forward with an outstretched hand. As he was climbing onto the bed, I grasped his c.o.c.k and bent forward to take it in my mouth. His fingers tangled themselves in my hair, lighting my scalp on fire as it pulled at my roots. I rolled over to get into a better position to take more of his length in my throat. I barely made it halfway down before I gagged.

James lifted me off with a tug of my hair and pushed me onto my back, climbing on top of me. "As mind-blowing as that feels, I'm about to burst and I need to be inside you." He reached down to sheath himself in the condom he had opened while I was sucking him. "Next time, I promise."

He used his grip on his sheathed c.o.c.k to rub up and down my slit, spreading my wetness across my p.u.s.s.y lips before he started to push in. I moaned and twitched underneath him as his c.o.c.k spread me open like a hot knife spreading b.u.t.ter. With my head in my studies, my masturbation sessions had been few and far in between, and my vibrator did not even compare to the girth and length of his p.e.n.i.s. I was relieved at the pace he moved to enter me.

When he finally slid into me to the hilt, he paused, his hands opening and closing around the back of my thighs. My bent knees were pressed into my sides and my calves pressed tightly into his ribcage. I breathed a whimper of complaint, urging him to move.

With a quick kiss and a murmured a.s.surance, James started moving. Moving his hands off my thighs in favor of leverage, his fingers bit into the soft curve of my waist, pulling me in forcefully enough that my a.s.s smacked loudly against his thighs with each thrust. His harsh breaths got louder and faster as he approached his o.r.g.a.s.m.

I reached out to brace myself and crossed my ankles behind his back, digging my knees into his sides so I could counter his thrusts. I could feel my climax coming but I wasn't able to go over the edge.

My heels dropped to the mattress and my back arched in an effort to get a better angle that might push me over the cusp to my o.r.g.a.s.m. Even after reaching down to rub my c.l.i.t with my fingertips, my climax eluded me. I tossed my head side to side and moaned in frustration.

James groaned, his head dropping to my shoulder. "Let it go."

"What?" I panted.

"You're trying too hard. Relax."

James reached under my torso to wrap his arms around my back and pull our upper bodies closer together, his wiry chest hairs rasping across my peaked nipples. I screamed with the change in position and additional stimulation.

With a few more hard thrusts, I felt him jerk inside me and his c.u.m jettison out into the condom, setting off my o.r.g.a.s.m. I m.u.f.fled my shriek in his bicep, accidentally biting him in the intensity of my climax.

I lay boneless on the bed, reveling in the aftermath. I flinched slightly when James pulled out and left to dispose of the condom. When he returned and pulled me into his arms, I didn't fight it.

"Didn't know you were a biter," he whispered in my ear.

I snorted. "Your fault," I muttered.

"So was that your first club party?"

"Uh huh," I yawned.

He tucked me closer against his side and pulled the covers over our bodies. We lay there in silence, until I broke it with the questions that were bouncing around my head.

"So you think I'm not ready for the private rooms at the club, but having s.e.x with you at my house is fine?"

"Yes," James shrugged.

"Seriously?" I tried to shove him out of the bed but he easily fended off my weak efforts.

He grabbed a hold of my wrists, pressing a kiss to each before looking me dead in the eye and answering my question. "You're not a one-night-stand kind of person. Having s.e.x in one of the back rooms would have made you feel cheap and dirty."

"So this isn't a one-night-stand?"

"I sure as h.e.l.l hope not."

"In that case, I'm kind of liking the idea you had about the couch in your office. In fact, there's a couch in the living room that I think might be the perfect height..."

"Oh? Do tell..."

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"I want toast, Mummy!" Angelia sat on the floor in front of the TV by her sister Rebecca. Zoe put two slices of bread in the toaster and watched her two daughters. They were watching some children's program on the TV before they went to school.

The toaster popped the toast out and Zoe spread jam on one slice and chocolate spread on the other before cutting them into fours.

"Sit at the table please, girls." Zoe placed the plates on the table and watched as they both scrambled to the table. It was a good thing that she hadn't dressed them for school yet when she saw Rebecca drop a dollop of jam on her nightdress.

Zoe took a sip of her coffee and leaned against the counter. Today was going to be a relaxing day for her. She had no house work to do; her mother was taking and picking the girls up from school so Zoe planned on spending her day relaxing in front of the TV and in the bath.

"Sticky, Mummy." Angelia held her hands in front of her with a frown. Zoe scooped her little girl into her arms and sat her on the counter next to the sink. Cleaning Angelia's face before Rebecca's.

"Let's get you girls dressed then." The girls rushed up the stairs as fast as they could without tripping up and headed into their bedroom. Zoe allowed her children to choose what they wanted to wear as long as it wasn't out of order. Rebecca liked to dress girly whereas Angelia tended to stick to jeans and a t-s.h.i.+rt.

By the time the girls were dressed and their teeth brushed, it was nearly time for school. She helped the girls into their shoes and slid their backpacks on a few seconds before the doorbell rung. Her mother, Pamela, opened the door with a smile at her and her daughters.

"Are my lovely grandchildren ready for school?"

"Yes!" both the girls shouted at once and Zoe couldn't help the smile that spread across her face.

"I'll see you at home time." Zoe crouched down and kissed each of her daughter's cheeks and waved them off as they were strapped into her mother's car and she was alone for the first time in a while. She had just sat down when her dog Terrence started barking at the door.

"Really?" Zoe heaved herself from the sofa and wrapped herself in a jacket before opening the back door so the dog could go out. It was the middle of October and the weather had taken a turn for the worse. Every time she breathed out she could see her breath.

"Come on, boy." Zoe called to the dog but he was sniffing something under the jungle gym at the back of the garden. Zoe squinted and made out a black shadowed lump. She slid her feet into a pair of slippers before heading towards the said lump. Terrence was whining when she reached the jungle gym.

There was a fully grown man lying on the cold, solid ground. A leather jacket was thrown across his face. Zoe reached out hesitantly and tugged it away from him.

His face was covered with dried blood and dirt. She could quite figure out where the blood had come from and if it even belonged to him. She could, however, tell from the look of him, that he was in severe trouble and if she didn't get him out of the cold, something serious might happen to him.

She reached down and placed her hand in front of his nose and let out a relieved breath when she felt warm puffs of air against her fingers. While they were shallow and not coming as often as necessary, they were still there. She reached out again and gently shook the man's shoulders, hoping to get a reaction from him.

"Excuse me? Can you stand?"

The man's eyes fluttered open before squeezing closed again with a groan of pain. Zoe frowned and stood up. She needed to get this man inside but knew she wouldn't be able to carry him inside and she didn't want to ask her neighbours to help for fear of what they may say.

"I need to get you inside where it's warmer." Zoe watched as the man rolled onto his back and gasped before he held his hand to his ribs.

"Please, just let me get you inside."

The man made a grumbling noise and somehow managed to heave himself from the ground, to lean against a wooden beam attached to the jungle gym. He nearly fell down again, so Zoe slid one arm around his back and gently urged him across the garden.

Terrence was still whining and didn't stop until she had managed to get the large man inside and sitting on her sofa. The man slumped on the sofa and Zoe wasn't sure what to do now. She should check for injuries but she couldn't see past the dirt and dried blood on his face.

Clean him up. That's what she was going to do first. She took her jacket and slippers off before filling a bowl with soap and warm water. That would be enough to get the dirt off him and if she found any cuts she would deal with them later.

She dipped a washcloth in the water and dabbed his cheek, jumping in surprise when his hand flew out and grabbed her wrist.

"Don't bother. There is no point." Zoe's heart broke at the sound of defeat in the man's voice. She knew she should call the police or at least an ambulance, but there was something about the man that told her that he wouldn't appreciate it.

"Just let me get you cleaned up. What's your name?" Zoe wanted to get the man talking. She wanted to know what had happened that he had ended up in her backyard, beaten and nearing death.

"Mason."

"I'm Zoe."

Zoe realised that she should really get the man out of his clothes. His black leather jacket, blue jeans and white s.h.i.+rt were soaked with dirt, blood and rainwater. It had been raining pretty badly last night and she wasn't sure how long he had been out there.

"Can you get into the bathroom?"

"Why?"

"I need to get you cleaned up and out of these clothes."

"Maybe you should get out of your clothes too." Zoe saw a flicker of a smile on Mason's face and smiled. At least he was smiling, that had to be a good sign. Zoe placed the bowl on the table and held her hand out to Mason.

"Come on, you need to get warmed up." Zoe wiggled her fingers as Mason just stared at her. He groaned as he lifted his arm and placed his hand in hers. She supported him as best as she could but he was nearly a foot taller than she was and was built like a house. Mason sat on the toilet as Zoe ran the shower for him.