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“Mmmaybe I’ll just go back to the motel.”
He grinned again. “Wise move.”
“But wait… if you have to talk to the cops… what are you going to say about Lou?”
He just stared at me calmly.
“Are you going to talk to Lou first?” I asked, alarmed.
Again, no answer. Just that calm stare.
“Shit… be careful, Jack,” I whispered.
He gave me a lopsided smile. “Said the waitress to the head of the motorcycle club.”
“Well, if you were the head of a motorcycle gang, maybe I wouldn’t worry about you so much,” I teased.
“Very funny,” he said, and leaned in and gave me a kiss.
It was a good one. Slow, sweet, sensual. After about thirty seconds, he put his arms around me and drew me in. I felt so safe, so protected, so desired.
I slid my arms up, about to embrace him back, when my hand brushed something in his lap.
Something big and thick.
I couldn’t help myself.
I had to touch it.
I started stroking it lightly with just the tips of my fingers. Tracing the contours of the veins just below the surface, feeling the silky softness of his skin, sensing the heaviness, the massive inertia of it lying there on his leg.
Within seconds, it started to grow and thicken under my touch.
“Unnnh,” he groaned into my mouth. But he didn’t stop kissing me.
After another 20 seconds, his cock got semi-hard enough to start lifting into the air, and I began caressing the underside with my palm. I could feel the full weight of him now in my palm.
It was a lot of weight.
I broke off the kiss. “Sure you don’t have time for Round Five?” I purred.
He grunted like a beast in heat. “You are fucking killing me, you know that?”
I broke out of his embrace and straddled him. Took his cock – almost fully hard now – and began to lightly hold it against my pussy as I moved up and down, letting the soft, wet skin of my lips and clit tickle that ridge of skin right under the head of his cock.
Jesus, I could feel the electricity, the chemistry, the magic, whatever you want to call it. Just in the touch of his skin against mine.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this.
Couldn’t believe I was acting this way.
Later I thought about it, and realized it wasn’t just me being overwhelmed by attraction. I think it was that I didn’t want to face the ugliness out there in the outside world. Didn’t want to have to face the pain, the danger. I’d even forgotten about my cousin and my quest for two hours – for which I felt guilty. Having sex with him again was a way of forgetting all of that. The guilt, the pain, the fear, the anger. Just for a little while.
But that thought didn’t come until later.
At the moment, I only knew one thing:
I wanted it.
