5 comments/ 31452 views/ 4 favorites Wanna Ride? By: Sinful Pleasures He always seemed to bring out the worst in her. Leaving Ryan's office, Taylor silently berated herself for firing back at him, thus falling into his trap yet again. It was all in good fun, she knew, but just once, she wanted to walk away the victor. Just once, she wanted to leave him fumbling and flushed, taking with her his ability to form a coherent sentence. Instead, it was always she who fumbled and flushed and tried to walk away on legs that were weak with desire. Each time, she swore, was the last... yet she always searched for a reason to seek him out again. As frustrating as it was, Taylor craved the tension between them. She wouldn't admit to herself that it wasn't one-sided; wouldn't entertain the idea that Ryan could feel even the slightest attraction toward her that she felt for him. And, oh! Did she feel it for him! So very male, he was, so incredibly sexy did she find his attitude... his seemingly daring side, as evidenced by his love of motorcycles - and more, his sensitive nature that he preferred to keep tucked away. Taylor told herself that what passed between them was mere flirting; should there ever come a day when more was offered, she knew she didn't have the confidence to go through with it. Only in her fantasies... Eye contact. It was an essential element of their relationship. Immediate. From the moment they were introduced, her eyes had captivated Ryan. He found himself creating excuses to seek her out. At times, he felt the attraction was on both sides, but for the most part, he guessed her teasing was nothing more than innocent flirting... until her eyes met his. Taylor revealed more with one look than he guessed she might be comfortable with... passion, confidence, humor, desire, and such strength and vulnerability at once. Ryan wanted her. Her scent was distracting, and the way it lingered in his office each time she passed through drove him to near insanity. He'd been close to her several times, at times out of necessity, but others were well-planned. He often wondered if the heat that passed between them with one glance would also exist in the touch of her hand. Oh, how he wanted to find out. "Wanna ride?" Ryan was abruptly pulled from his thoughts by the husky, yet feminine, voice he'd come to recognize. "Come again? I didn't hear you," he said. Again with those eyes. This time they sparkled with laughter and mischief. "That's because I haven't... yet. You would definitely hear if I had." Taylor paused for only a second, to allow a small wave of feminine satisfaction to wash over her as she watched his reaction to her words. His expression never wavered, but the slight flush in his cheeks and the heat flashing in his eyes were unmistakable. Yes! Finally! "What I asked was if you wanted to ride... you know... go for a spin?" She dangled the keys from her fingers, jingling them slightly. Ryan stared at her hand, transfixed for a moment. He glanced away, then looked back at her and said, "I shouldn't." "Why not? I'm a very good driver... I'll take it really slow..." At that, his eyes met hers again, and he knew he didn't want to say no. Ryan stood and rounded his desk, watching her watch him, not stopping until he was past her. He turned back, leaning close, murmuring softly, "Slow is fine... just fine... to start with." It took everything Taylor had not to turn into him at that moment, to not let him see how much she wanted him... craved his touch... but try as she might, she couldn't control the soft gasp that escaped her lips. Dammit! He'd done it again. Not this time, she thought. Not this time. Turning to leave, she met his eyes, taking in the devilish grin on his face. She swayed toward him, the tips of her breasts brushing his arm. She loved watching the confident smile on his lips falter as he felt her hardened nipples pressing into his flesh. Ignoring the bolt of electricity flowing from her nipples to her stomach, she held his gaze. "Then slow it is, she said as she passed by him. Glancing back over her shoulder, she added, "To start with." Oh, God, Ryan thought as he watched her walk out the door... as he watched her hips sway gently with each step. What the hell had he just done? He was crazy to even think of getting into that car with her... but Heaven help him, he was powerless to say no. He followed Taylor outside, excitement igniting his blood as he took in the site of her getting behind the wheel of the red 'Vette sitting in the lot. She had removed the tops before going into his office, and the windows were down. She turned to watch as he walked to the car; the thought crossed his mind that, quite possibly, he had never seen a site more erotic, more inviting. The look in her eyes told him in was in for one hell of a ride. He slid into the passenger seat, sinking into the rich leather. She smiled at him, asked if he was ready. "More than you could possibly guess," Ryan replied. Rather than embarrass herself by hurtling over the console and making him hers right then and there, Taylor turned her attention to the key in the ignition, gripping it in the hopes that her trembling fingers wouldn't be noticed. She turned the key, and the engine turned over smoothly. Her fingers curled around the gearshift, and she shifted into reverse. At this point, Ryan wasn't sure what excited him the most... the deep rumble of the 427 engine, or the way her hand seemed to caress the gearstick as she shifted into drive. She slowly maneuvered the car through the lot, and just as carefully pulled out into the street. Traffic wasn't heavy, but she continued to keep her speed low. Whether it was because the car was her most prized possession, or because she had every intention of making good on her slow-to-start-with promise, Ryan didn't know. He began to relax, enjoying the breeze coming in through the windows and open roof, the sun warming his face and arms. The radio was turned down low, too low for him to make out what song was playing, but just loud enough to know that it wasn't anything he usually listened to. As they rode through town, they talked a bit about work, and Ryan used the opportunity to study Taylor, liking the way her face became animated as she spoke... the way she kicked off her shoes as she drove, caressing the pedals with the soles of her feet... and more importantly, the way her hand stroked the gearstick. It wasn't a simple caress as it had been when she first shifted gears. No, it had changed to a full-fledged stroke. Ryan lost track of what she was saying as he watched her long, graceful fingers slide up and down the stick, twisting with each stroke, her thumb rubbing across the top of the knob... slowly... so slowly... as if she were completely unaware of her actions. Everything around him faded - Taylor's voice as she spoke, the music, the world outside - nothing existed but this woman and her ought-to-be-against-every-law ability to turn him on without a single touch. His cock was painfully hard, and there was no way to adjust himself without her knowing. Finally, he noticed his surroundings as the car rolled to a stop. They were at the last traffic light before leaving town. Past that, the highway opened into four lanes. As they waited for the light to change, Ryan became aware of the music coming from the speakers around them... or rather, what sounded like cries of passion against a backdrop of soulful jazz. He glanced at her, one eyebrow raised. Taylor tossed a look his way, a vixen smile on her lips. "What are we listening to?" he asked. "Surely you recognize the sweet music of a woman at the height of pleasure?" she asked with an innocence that belied the mischief in her eyes. Her moment of female satisfaction lasted just as long as it took for him to lean over the console, without breaking eye contact, and say, "Surely you know enough about me to realize that when I notice the sounds of pleasure coming from a woman, it's because I'm the one creating them." Taylor's mouth went dry, her tongue unconsciously slipping between her lips in an effort to moisten them, her eyes lowered to his mouth. One inch. Just one inch, and she would be able to taste him... able to slide the tip of her tongue over his lower lip, to gently draw it between her... A moan began to rise in her throat, and she quickly swallowed it. Pulling back, her eyes flickered toward his lap, the thick ridge of his obviously hard cock at once shocking and thrilling her. He does feel it! she thought. She noticed the light had changed; with a glance in his direction and a small smile on her lips, she moved the car forward. Slowly. At first. And then she reached out to the radio, turning the volume up until they were surrounded by the throbbing jazz beat and the escalating moans and sighs of pleasure. Little by little, she accelerated, until talking was no longer an option. The music, the roar of the engine, the wind whipping through the small car... it was impossible to hear anything more. Taylor liked to feel... to absorb. It was an erotic rush, a sensory overload. She looked over at Ryan; finding that he was watching her, she smiled, this time not the smile of a vixen, but of a woman who truly seemed to feel she was where she belonged at the moment, a woman completely at ease with everything around her. They drove for a while, conversation forgotten, but the sexual energy continued to rise. Taylor had the fleeting thought that it had been a good idea to remove the tops and roll down the windows; she was sure spontaneous combustion could do some damage. Ryan reached out a hand to capture a strand of her hair as it whipped in the wind, and that, combined with the blatant lust in his eyes, was all it took. Taylor slowed the car, turned off the highway onto a road leading to an out-of-the-way park that few people knew of. She loved coming here; the solitude gave her opportunity to catch up on her reading, and quiet to write her stories she seldom allowed others to read. There was a small pond, some benches, many flowers no matter the time of year... trees, plants... She pulled to a stop, at once setting the emergency break and shifting into park. She turned to Ryan as he turned to her; his lips found hers with no effort, as if they'd kissed a million times before... hungry... desperate. Her hands cupped his face; his sunk deep into her thick mane of hair and fisted tightly. He slid his tongue over her lips, seeking entry. Taylor parted her lips willingly and immediately caught his tongue, sucking deeply. His deep moan only encouraged her, and she pushed forward, kissing him harder, her tongue matching his stroke for stroke. Ryan bit her lower lip, causing her to cry out, then suckled it, easing the pain he'd caused. Her palms slid down his chest, her nails raking his flesh through his shirt. Reaching his waist, she tugged, pulling the hem free, her hands slipping underneath to feel his hot skin. He moaned again as her small, soft hands caressed him, sliding over his stomach, up his ribs, her fingers spread to touch as much of him at once as possible. Taylor found his nipples, lightly flicking them with her fingernails before taking them between her fingertips, gently twisting and tugging. Another groan rumbled inside Ryan; Taylor could feel it in his chest, beneath her palms. Pulling away from his kiss, she lowered her head, her tongue hot and wet on his nipple. He tensed, the pleasure almost more than he could take. No woman had ever loved his body the way this one was doing right now. He was going to completely come unglued if he didn't regain control. He took her face between his palms, raising her lips to his once more. He nibbled, he licked, he sucked on her lower lip as his hand found the hem of her skirt and slid underneath, seeking the heat he knew he'd find. His cock stiffened more, if possible, the moment his fingers touched her inner thighs. Damn, this woman was hot! Higher... hotter... Taylor squeezed her thighs together for a moment, trapping his hand, and then released, parting them, allowing him to reach further. He took advantage of her submission, finding the edge of her panties and sliding underneath. Molten lava. That was all Ryan's mind registered as his fingers sank into the hottest, wettest pussy he'd ever had the pleasure to touch. He'd heard women moan, he'd heard them whimper, he'd made more than one scream aloud at the peak of pleasure, but never before had he heard one purr. Until now. There was no other way to describe the low, feminine sound coming from her; he wanted to make her do it again. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out, working them in a circle as he did, caressing every inch of her that he could touch. Taylor purred louder, sucking his tongue between her lips as his fingers slid in and out, whimpering when he slid out completely, moaning softly when he found her clit, his thumb brushing over it several times. Grasping her lips between his forefinger and ring finger, the back of his hand toward her, he slid his middle finger through her wet folds, his knuckle relentless on her clit, thrumming it, lifting it, until her hips were thrusting uncontrollably and her purrs turned into growls low in her throat. His lips left hers, trailing kisses over her jaw to her neck, licking the hollow just below her throat. He found her pulse with his tongue and sucked, absorbing the pounding beat as he slid his long, thick finger deep inside of her. He felt her tighten around his finger, heard her gasp softly, and knew she was about to come apart in his arms. Oh, she was so close! Taylor almost begged him not to stop, he only had to keep it up ten seconds more, and she would have what she instinctively knew would be the best orgasm of her life. Knowing this... wanting this!... she reached down and pulled his hand from her. Ryan's head came up, the expression on his face one of surprise mixed with desire, his eyes dark with lust and full of questions. Before he could ask, she looked deep into his eyes and lifted his hand to her lips, her tongue tasting the tip of his middle finger. She nibbled, then drew it deep into her mouth, tasting herself. Ryan froze, watching her, and Taylor took the opportunity to hurl her body forward, over the console onto his lap, wedging her knees on either side of his thighs as she straddled him. Her skirt rode high on her legs, resting at the top of her thighs. She lowered her hips until she could feel the thick ridge of his cock against her pussy, his jeans and her panties the only barrier. As close as she was to the edge, it would take only a quick upward thrust, maybe two, of his hips to make her come. She held no illusions; she knew Ryan was allowing her to take control of the situation, knew that if he wanted to, he could easily have the upper hand no matter their current position. His hands rested on her hips, his fingers caressing just above her ass. Taylor leaned forward, the tip of her tongue tracing the shell of his ear. He moaned as the heat washed over him, moaning again when she took the lobe between her lips, teeth lightly grazing. She pressed her face to his neck, taking a moment to inhale his scent, knowing it would be with her forever. She slid her ass backwards, sitting on his knees as she kissed her way down his throat and chest, finding his nipples through the material of his shirt, lightly biting them. Ryan hissed. Taylor smiled. Her hands slid under his shirt, caressing his stomach, his chest. Lower, to his belt... she unbuckled it, unbuttoned his jeans, tugged down the zipper, pulled back the waistband of his black briefs, and took his cock into her hot little hand. She held him there, not moving, just feeling. It pulsed in her palm, hot and ready. She looked into his eyes and slowly... so slowly... began to stroke him. He liked it slow... to start with. Her soft hand was almost more than Ryan could stand, and he locked his jaw for control. Eye contact. He steadily held her gaze and wondered how something so soft could be so firm and gentle at once. Her thumb rolled across the tip, spreading the wetness seeping from him. She released him long enough to bring her thumb to her tongue, tasting him. His eyes darkened more just before he closed them; an almost imperceptible smile touched her lips as she watched him. She grasped his cock again, squeezing the base gently, twisting her palm around him on the upstroke, and again on the way down. Slowly, she increased the pressure and the pace, then added her other hand, locking her fingers together, encasing him in soft velvet. Moisture seeped from the tip, and Taylor used it to coat her palms, spreading it over and around him. She watched his face, stroking faster, harder, his breathing ragged. One hand slid lower, cupping his balls, squeezing gently, scraping the sensitive skin below with the tips of her nails. His hips thrust upward once, a moan erupted from deep in his chest, and his body tensed as an orgasm started from deep within... and she released him. His lashes lifted, his eyes glazed. "Why did you stop?" "I wanted to push you to the edge, but not let you fall. I wanted to see how far you would let me go before you retook control." Taylor leaned into him, her breasts pressing into his chest. "I guess now we know," she whispered as she licked his neck, his pulse throbbing against her tongue, tasting the salty, light sheen of sweat on his skin as she reached for the doorhandle. She quickly climbed out and walked to the rear of the car, taking a moment to try and calm her racing hormones, not wanting him to know that she'd been every bit as close as he had been. Taylor didn't hear him get out of the car, didn't know he was behind her until he wrapped his arms around her, hauling her back against his chest. His breath was hot against her ear, his voice low, determined. "I want you Taylor. No more pretending, no more one-upping. The games are over." His left arm held her around the waist while his right hand stroked her stomach and hips, a gripping caress but not hurtful. He gently nipped her earlobe, sending fire through her veins; his knees parted hers from behind as his hand yanked her skirt up past her hips. His nails lightly raked her inner thighs, holding her tighter as her knees buckled slightly. "Oh, no... stay with me, Beautiful," he breathed against her ear. "I want you right here with me, stroke for stroke, all the way." She couldn't contain the moan that slipped past her lips... didn't want to. No more games, he'd said. Fine. She was beyond that now. She thrust her hips backwards, pushing against his erection as his fingers caressed her through wet panties. She pulled his other hand to her mouth, nipping the skin below his thumb, licking the center of his palm, drawing his middle finger between her lips and sucking hard. She felt his cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass, his jeans quickly becoming a hated barrier. She wanted more. "Touch me," she pleaded hotly, her voice breaking on a sob. "Please, touch me! I can't stand this anymore. I want.. I need your touch on my body!" Ryan heeded her plea, tugging her panties to the side, spreading her pussy with two fingers and slowly, so maddeningly slow, caressed her clit. Taylor cried out, fueling him further; one hand cupped her breast, lightly stroking the underside, squeezing gently. Between her legs, his fingers closed, squeezing the lips together over her clit, then released. He repeated it, her nub caught between the lips, the combination of his squeezing and tugging, with her slickness, causing an almost unbearable friction. Taylor ground against him, her body screaming for release, but she didn't want to go without him. Her thighs were soaked, her juices dripping from his hand, and she knew she couldn't last. She reached behind her, sliding her hand between them and gripping his cock through his jeans, stroking and squeezing until she heard a hiss and knew he as close to the edge as she was. Wanna Ride? I'm new to this so please be gentle. xx sexichick69 --- It was the summer before I went to college. I had just started my very first job down at the local diner waitressing to save up some money to support myself through my freshman year. My town was relatively small, but I made good money, mostly from tips. The old farmers liked my genuine smile and the young men liked my trim figure and how it looked in my tight Moonlight Diner polo. I worked 6 days a week and had little time for a social life. My high school friends were moving on without me, going to parties, shopping, going to see a movie the next town over. They used to invite me along, but after a while they stopped calling. I didn't have a boyfriend, mostly due to the fact that I just didn't have the time. But I enjoyed my job. I liked talking to the customers, seeing the regulars grin when I brought them what they wanted without even taking their order. I was happy with my life. It was June 27th, the hottest day that summer. My shift had just ended and I was sliding into my car. I slid the key into the ignition, anxious for that first cool blast of air from the vent, but all that came was a grinding sound. I tried again and still, nothing. I smacked the dash and jumped when there was a tap on my window. "Need some help Brie?" It was Tyler, the cook. "Maybe... I don't know what's wrong. It worked this morning." He ran a hand through his blond hair and grinned. "Let's have a look. Pop the hood." I pulled the latch and stepped out of the car. Tyler was bent across the engine tinkering with something. "Looks like your battery wires are frayed. You are going to need a new one." "How much do those cost?" "Depends. Could be $60." "Ugh ok. I guess I better call my dad to come get me." "No need for that. I just got off too. I can give you a ride if you want." "Sure. Do you know where I live?" "Highland road right?" "Yep." I followed him to his pick up truck. It was a monster. The wheels came up to my waist. I surveyed the distance from the ground, wondering whether I needed a running start, when I felt a hand on my waist. "Need a boost?" I laughed and nodded. He hoisted me up by the waist and sat me in the seat. I was shocked at how easily he had lifted me, like I barely weighed 10 pounds and not the 120 that I actually did. My stomach quivered as I saw the muscles in his arms ripple as he pulled himself into the driver's seat. I had never really taken much notice of him before. He had been a year ahead of me in high school, and since he worked back in the kitchen, I rarely saw him. But now I surveyed him more thoroughly. He had sandy blond hair that fell into his eyes, and an easy smile that spread across his whole face and revealed a dimple in the left side of his tan face. I couldn't believe I had never noticed how... hot he was. My goodness! I stared at his hands on the steering wheel, the hands that had just been wrapped around my waist, and I blushed. My mind began to wander, wondering what he would do if I slid closer, placed a hand on his thigh, but shyness kept these ideas inside my head. I heard him clear his throat and I glanced up, shocked we were already at my house. "Day dreamin' over there?" "Uh, something like that." I stammered, praying he didn't know just how right he was. I opened my door and stared down at the ground, a good 3 feet away. "Want some help." "Maybe..." He laughed again and slid out, coming around the front of the truck to stand in front of me. Once again he slid his tanned arms around me, lifting me to the ground. We were so close I could smell him, a mixture of after shave and frying oil. It wasn't altogether unpleasant. I glanced up into his face, realizing that he still had his arms around me. He was looking at me intently, a small smile playing on his lips. "You know Brie, I always thought you were the prettiest girl in Clermont." I giggled nervously and playfully swatted his arm, but the look on his face told me that he wasn't joking. My breath became ragged as his face moved closer to mine. My heart pounded like a jack hammer. His lips touched mine carefully and I felt the blood rush to my face. Suddenly, my body wasn't my own. My hands reached up to tangle in his hair and I crushed my lips against his. A small moan escaped my lips as I felt him pull me closer, pressing me up against the truck. His tongue flicked out and I opened my lips, greedily accepting it. A fire was gathering between my legs and I felt his erection pressing into my thigh. His hand reached up to cup my breast and another moan escaped me. "Oh Tyler," I moaned into his mouth. Suddenly he pulled away and took a step back. "What's wrong?" I began to panic, thinking I had done something wrong. "God, nothing. But we are out on the street and if we do that anymore I might rip off your clothes and take you right here." I felt the fire between my legs increase at these words. "Do you... do you want to come inside? My parents aren't home and won't be for," I glanced at my watch, "Well, like 4 hours." He didn't reply, just grabbed my hand and began to walk towards my door. I fumbled with the key, and finally got the door open. As soon as it shut Tyler's lips were on mine once again. "Where's your room?" I mumbled incoherently, and pointed towards my door. We stumbled backwards, nearly falling more than once, but finally made it inside, shutting the door behind us. Tyler's hands reached up to cup my breasts once more, pulling on my erect nipples through the fabric. I couldn't stop a sigh from escaping me as he reached down and began to remove my shirt. Now it was his turn to moan as he took in my well rounded breasts encased in my lacy pink bra. "Oh god I might just cum right now." I reached behind me, unclasping it, and let it slide down my shoulders, fully revealing my globes to him. Suddenly I was tossed on my bed and Tyler was on top of me, taking a firm nipple in his mouth. The fire was still building and I was practically crying in need of release. As if reading my mind, his hand slid down my belly, finding the zipper to my pants. I lifted my ass, allowing him to slide them off. I now lay in front of him in just my lacey thong. "It's not fair that you are the only one getting a show." I said as I sat up and tugged on his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest and a light line of hair snaking down to his waist. He climbed of the bed and removed his pants and boxers, revealing his cock to me for the first time. I felt my pussy clench, knowing how it would feel to take him inside me. "Tyler, you are so hot. Fuck me now. I need you inside me." He didn't need to be told twice as he slid back on top of me, removing my panties to reveal my naked pussy, sopping wet. I felt him place the head of his cock inside me and I couldn't help but yell out, "Oh fuck Tyler, slam your dick inside me!" He pounded into me and began to fuck me mercilessly. I moaned and screamed as I felt my pussy being assaulted by his large cock. The fire that had been building was a raging inferno now and I knew that I was close to cumming. "Tyler, I'm gonna cum. Oh god, gonna cum." He reached down and began to stroke my clit. "Come on Brie, cum for me. Cum on my dick. Squeeze your tight little pussy down on me. Cum!" His words sent me over the edge, and the fire consumed me. My body shook as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. "Oh baby that feels so good. You are going to make me cum." "Oh cum. Cum Tyler. Cum in my pussy! Yeah baby cum inside me!" He grunted and I felt him begin to unload inside me. Another orgasm washed over me as the last bit shot onto my belly as he pulled out. "Wow." I whispered, when he had rolled off me. "Wanna give me a ride home again tomorrow?" "Oh you bet baby." Wanna Ride? Ryan pulled her hand away, holding her wrist tightly as he continued his sweet assault on her pussy. Taylor's head fell back onto his shoulder, her frustrated cry quickly smothered as his mouth covered hers, his kiss as hard as his hand between her thighs was gentle, and every bit as demanding. His hand covered her breast, his fingers plucking at her nipple, twisting gently. She fed at his mouth desperately and tried to pull his hand from her body. She didn't want to come without him, without pleasing him equally. The effort was futile; Ryan's hold on her went beyond physical. He whispered against her lips, "Look at me, Taylor." Her eyes opened, almost unseeing, and found him. He spoke again, his lips on hers, his breathing ragged, fingers slowing their pace on her body, his eyes so soft, so loving and full of desire, fire flashing in their depths. "Don't fight me, Taylor. Please let me do this for you." He spread her legs wider, opened her pussy further to his touch, and she let him. He slowly traced her lower lip with his tongue, the tip of his middle finger doing the same to the sensitive inner edges of her wet hole. "I have watched you, I have joked with you, I have worked with you, and every single day, I have wanted you." He gently sucked her lip, continued speaking when he let it go. "Day after day, you come into my office, and I want you to stay. Your eyes paralyze me, your smile warms me" - he nipped her tongue with his teeth when she licked his lips - "your body teases me, and your scent lingers, wraps around me, haunts me day and night." He increased the pace, his fingers moving quickly over her slit, the tip of one dipping inside just far enough to make Taylor thrust for more, then circling her clit, pressing it hard. "Now I want all of you wrapped around me. I want your arms around me; I want your lips around me; I want your legs around me; and right this moment, I want your pussy contracting around me while your sweet, sweet juice coats me." Taylor whimpered, her orgasm building, her muscles clenching. She gripped his wrist again, this time to hold it to her, to grind her wet heat against it. Ryan allowed that, his eyes on hers. "I'm going to watch you, Taylor. I'm going to hold you, and watch you, as you come apart in my arms... and then I'm going to have you. Hard... fast... and God! So deep!" At that, he thrust two fingers deep into her, and he watched as pleasure consumed every inch of her luscious body. Her eyes lost focus, her back arched, thrusting her breasts high, her nipples beautifully reddened from his touch. She convulsed around his fingers, her contractions sucking them deeper into her body. She rode his hand, hips thrusting, holding his wrist to her clit as she ground hard against it, biting her lip to keep from screaming out loud. Suddenly, his hand was gone, and she was facing him. Dazed, her orgasm still raging through her body, she didn't realize he'd opened his jeans, his cock aching for release. Lifting her, his lips found a nipple, drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard, almost painfully hard, while his cock delivered his earlier promise... Ryan thrust hard into her wet heat as it contracted, his pace fast and furious, and God! did he go deep! He couldn't get enough of her. Desperate whimpers became cries of pleasure, erupting from Taylor as with every thrust, he drove deeper, and she contracted harder. She took his face between her palms, tugging insistently until he released her nipple, and her lips met his. They kissed like they fucked - neither could get enough - his tongue thrust as his cock did; she sucked as hard and deeply as she could, mimicking the contractions around his cock as he fucked her through another powerful orgasm. He couldn't get enough, and yet it was too much. His balls tightened, his toes curled, his fingertips dug into the soft sweet ass that filled his palms. A final thrust buried him; wave after wave of breath-stealing orgasm crashed over him, and somewhere in the back of his mind he knew even this wasn't enough. Of Taylor, he would always want more and more. As if from a distance, he heard someone shout Taylor's name, heard his chanted again and again, and realized it was he who had shouted her name, and she who called to him again and again as he came hard and deep inside of her, feeling more complete than he'd ever dreamed he could. Still buried in her warmth, the earth beneath his feet a bit more solid, Ryan leaned against the car while Taylor remained wrapped around him - arms around his neck, legs around his waist... and everything she was, around his heart. His heart pounding, his breathing ragged, nothing existed but this woman in his arms. She clung to him, her sweet breath coming in hot gasps against his neck and cheek. He kissed her cheek softly, and as they both began to calm, his lips moved to her forehead, then to her temple, inhaling her sweet, seductive scent. Taylor stayed quiet, loving the moment that somehow seemed even more intimate than what they'd just shared. Ryan leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes meeting hers. She held his gaze, a soft smile forming on her lips, her eyes closing as he placed the gentlest, sweetest of kisses on the tip of her nose. A sigh escaped her, soft against his throat. And then reality set in. Where they were... what they had done. What would happen now? Shyly meeting his eyes, Taylor pulled her lower lip between her teeth before disentangling herself. Ryan read the uncertainty in her eyes, was sure it mirrored his own. Unsure of what to say, they pulled themselves together, climbed back into the car, and headed back to the office. Taylor turned the music up again, this time tuned to a rock station. The loud music and wind left no room for conversation, but neither seemed to mind. They were each lost in their own thoughts, and where sexual tension had once vibrated the air around them, it was now heavy with questions neither wanted to ask. It's good that it was Friday afternoon. By the time they returned to the office, it was well past time to go home. Normally, Taylor didn't relish the idea of a long, uneventful weekend, but today, she looked forward to it. As she pulled into the lot, stopping near the door, Ryan turned to her. His eyes held many questions, but he only asked, "Are you coming in?" "No... I've got my things with me. I should get home. I have a lot..." Taylor looked away for a moment, "...to do." No way would she dare enter that building right now, she thought. "Okay." He looked as if he wanted to say more, but after pausing a moment, he opened the door and stepped out. Closing the door, he leaned down and looked at her, trying to read her expression. "Be careful and have a great weekend." Taylor smiled. However uncertain she was, she knew he was, too, and suddenly, she didn't feel so alone. "Thank you, Ryan. Have a great weekend." He returned her smile, and they knew they were okay. Now wasn't the time to discuss what might happen next, but both knew they were headed for an adventure unlike either of them had experienced before. On Monday morning, Taylor arrived for work only to find that Ryan hadn't arrived yet. After two long weekend days spent reliving every moment of their Friday afternoon adventure, and three even longer nights spent tossing and turning, dreaming dreams in which each was more erotic, more detailed, more intense than the last one, she was disappointed that he wasn't there. Oh well, she thought with a smile, at least I'll have time to get something done before my distractions begin. She told herself that, anyway. What she really did was look over the morning's memos without comprehending a thing as her mind wandered and her ears listened for Ryan's arrival. By ten o'clock, he hadn't arrived, and she was resigned to the fact that she probably wouldn't be seeing him at all that day, so she immersed herself in her work. An hour later, the jingling of keys from her doorway brought her out of her intense scrutiny of the previous month's totals. Taylor looked up, saw a key ring that could only belong to a Harley dangling from one very familiar set of fingers, and a smile curved her red lips. Ryan. He came into full view, but not into her office, a devilish smile on his lips and fire in his eyes. "Wanna ride?"