Shut Up & Drive

Shut up and Drive! by Dakota Cassidy

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Published by Liquid Silver Books, Imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 6280 Crittenden Ave, Indianapolis, Indiana. Copyright 2003, Dakota Cassidy. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the authors.

This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

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Chapter 1 “Get in,” Tess said, her low, husky voice sounding foreign to her ears. She rolled down the black tinted window a little further to get a good gander at him. Nice suit. A bit wilted from the heat but he'd most definitely do. She gave him her best seductive smile over the top of her sunglasses and accompanied it by a mere tilt upward of her full glossy lips. Mr. Yummylicious grinned at her as his white, perfectly even teeth flashed brilliantly in the midday sun. Whiskeycolored eyes, fringed with thick black lashes any woman in her right mind would kill for, hinted at amusement mixed with curiosity. “Thanks for stopping,” he said. The low rumble of his voice sent out waves of crackling electricity. It hit her smack dab in the heart of this whole matter, right between her thighs. She felt a shiver of anticipation tickle its way up her spine as her heart clamored wildly in her chest. Her nipples stiffened, rubbing tantalizingly against the thin silk of her blouse. Down girls! This was indeed the nuttiest thing she'd ever done, bordering on downright insane and careless, but, she mused, screw safe and boring. Tess Harper was tired of safe and even more tired of bored—bored and horny, that is.

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She pressed a button and the passenger door lock popped open, echoing loudly in the quiet interior of the car. A tangible reminder of what she was about to do. He yanked the door open, bringing a hot blast of desert heat with him, and threw his suit jacket in the backseat. One long, muscled leg, followed by the other, squeezed its way into the bucket seat of her small low-slung sports car. The top of his head just grazed the ceiling as he settled in and rested long, thick-fingered hands on his thighs. Tess’ green eyes traveled the length of Mr. Long and Lean, taking a closer look. He squirmed self-consciously under her obvious scrutiny. Lord, he had big feet, huge honkers, in brown loafers. Well, she thought, you know what they say about men and big feet... Tess caught her breath, running her tongue over her suddenly dry lips; had he stuffed a sock in there? She gulped. Holy cock Batman, what was he packing? Her eyes rested greedily on what lay beneath the silky cloth, a bulge the size of Montana, that's what! She caught a whiff of his cologne— tangy and undoubtedly expensive, mingled with the scent of man—a big whopping man. The rapid rise and fall of his chest drew her attention to the white silk shirt clinging damply to his chest. Wind-tousled dark brown hair fell in waves to just above his ears, thick and shiny. She suddenly visualized her fingers clinging tightly to those locks while he buried his head between her legs. Those whiskey-colored eyes penetrated hers, smoldering and dabbled with a touch of confusion. Oh, hell's bells. 5

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Tess drew a shaky breath and closed her eyes momentarily as she felt her grip on the leather bound steering wheel tighten. She had to remind herself of who had control here. That would be me, she thought, and relaxed her grip a bit. This was her gig and there was no turning back now. She stuck a slender hand out in his direction and he enveloped it with his large, tanned one. “I'm Tess.” **** He grinned at her, feeling the big, stupid smile as it crossed his face. He didn't know what to say, his tongue felt thick, too big for his mouth. Okay, Tess. Good, got it ... now who am I? Brody, he reminded himself. Brody, Brody, Brody... “Um ... I'm Brody,” he squeezed her hand. “My car broke...” She pulled her hand from his and pressed a finger to his lips. “Shh, no need to explain, I'll take you wherever you're going, but let's make a deal first.” “Deal?” he said around her perfectly manicured red-tipped finger “Hush Brody, I'm about to make you the happiest man this side of the Mason Dixon.” Shutting up. “I'm looking to fuck you, Brody, long and slow, hard and fast, for as long as you can keep it up. But we play by my rules. Can you handle that?” **** 6

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Tess watched his expression change from astonished to stunned, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. There was a long uncomfortable pause and then he visibly relaxed and smiled, nipping at her finger with his shiny white teeth. He nodded his head in very definite, eager consent. She pressed a high-heeled foot to the accelerator, and with a roar the engine shot them forward quickly, swallowing up the paved highway shimmering in the scorching heat. **** He was going to get lucky, with no begging and scraping involved, and with a woman who could inspire a fully awake wet dream. Could he handle it? He wanted to do the happy dance. Little buddy, he mentally called to his suddenly alert cock, guess what we're gonna do? “Where you headed?” Tess asked a few moments later, tilting her head slightly to peer at him out of the corner of her eye. “Vegas.” “Love Vegas,” she cooed, “plenty of sin to be had in Vegas.” Plenty of sin to be had right in this damn car, Brody surmised. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face as he heard her tanned thighs calling his name. He felt his cock stiffen and twitch in response. He'd been sneaking glances of her for the past fifteen minutes or so, leaving him with a mixture of curiosity and bemused wonder.

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Nothing like a mini skirt—no siree. He smiled as the supple, black leather inched upward on her lean thighs, giving him a fantastic hint of future possibilities. “You?” A chuckle emitted from the slender column of her throat. She leaned forward to select a CD and the front of her blouse gaped open, revealing the soft swell of her breasts spilling over the top of a lace bra. Brody swallowed hard. His cock fought a useless war with his zipper as it chafed the sensitive flesh. “Vegas,” she confirmed, then tilted that glance at him again. “Music?” Music? She could play the freakin’ Highland fling right about now, he was too wrapped up in figuring out when and where she would have her way with him. Maybe she didn't mean it, maybe she was a tease and he was on his way to a severe case of blue balls... Nah, his little friend assured him, she wants you. What had she asked? Music ... the bulge in his drawers reminded him. “Sure,” he agreed, shrugging his shoulders with as much nonchalance as he could muster. A slender red-tipped finger pressed play and soon some guy was crooning about lust, um ... love. The silence stretched between them, not uncomfortable, yet thick with an ever-heightening awareness of things to come. Tess rolled her head from side to side, obviously trying to work out the kinks in her neck, then lifted her heavy curtain 8

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of hair and let it fall over the back of the seat, long silky curls the color of black coffee tumbling every which way. Hell, he loved long hair, especially when his hands were all tangled up in it while lewd acts of lasciviousness were being performed on his person. Brody took a chance and breached the short distance between them. Reaching his arm out, he cupped his hand around the back of her neck. Her skin was velvety soft, flushed with heat and smooth to the touch. “Massage?” **** Tess arched one perfectly manicured eyebrow. She smiled at his presumption, but the thought of those big, brawny hands anywhere on her was too tempting to resist. She heard a big, fat, resounding yes echo in the corridors of her mind. “Please,” she replied coolly, pretending it didn't matter one way or the other. He lightly trailed his callused fingers along the back of her neck; she shivered, and leaned back into his hand, arching her back, causing her breasts to thrust forward. He kneaded her flesh firmly, using his thumb and forefinger in smooth circular motions, working his way down her neck to her shoulders. She stretched like a cat, and a small sigh escaped her lips. Brody smoothed away her shirt, exposing her shoulder. Her nipples instantly pebbled and her stomach muscles clenched. She felt her cheeks flush at her naughty thoughts, and knew they were stained a bright pink. Geez, he was fanfreakingtastic, all chiseled and hard and his hands were huge. Tess groaned. “Am I hurting you?” His brow furrowed in concern. 9

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Um ... nope, no pain involved here, just thinking about how much I'd like those big hands digging into the flesh of my hips, while you slam into me with your enormous rod of love baby! Rod of love? ...oh hell. “No ... it feels wonderful,” she assured him. Don't stop now, she thought madly, and please, by all means, just let me make a complete fool of myself while I indulge in wild orgasms over something as simple as a massage. She was pathetic. Pathetic and horny to boot, her inner slut reminded her. “So, Brody ... what do you do for a living?” His hand continued the delicious pressure, stopping every now and then to trail a finger over the swell of her shoulder, inching closer to the firm rise of her breast. He cocked his head at her question as though he might be choosing his words carefully. “Construction, new construction.” “Ooh, gotta love a man who works with his hands,” she sighed and winked at him. Brody cleared his throat, and shifted in the small seat. “What do you do Tess ... for a living?” She turned and smiled serenely at him, mesmerizing him with her full, strawberry-colored lips. “I'm a mistress of many tasks and master of none.” **** Hmm ... Ms. Mysterious. Okay, he could do that. His finger trailed further down her supple skin, occasionally teasing the firm rise of her breast. He felt her breathing quicken. 10

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“What do you like to do for fun Brody?” Now why did the word fun, coming from her luscious lips, sound sinful? “Um, I like to golf.” “You mean the game where old men in silly checkered pants chase a little white ball around with a club until they get it into the hole?” Yep, that would be the one. He felt the urge to defend checkered-trouser-wearing men everywhere. “Well there's more involved than just chasing the ball around, its precision and timing,” he trailed off. “Skill,” he stated defensively. Her fruity, fresh raspberry scent was making him crazy. Screw golf, he thought, chase my balls baby. His hand continued its heated path, slipping lower with each pass and lightly grazing the rise and fall of the top of her breasts. “Timing is everything they say. Look, let's skip the small talk okay? Do you like to fuck, Brody?”

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Chapter 2 His roving hand ceased all movement; his fingers tingled while resting on the tantalizing swell of her breasts. Fuck? Had she said the “F” word? Yup, his rapidly inflating cock reassured him, that was for sure the “F” word, friend! Now say, why yes Tess, I love to fuck! Talk about getting to the point! “Uh ... yeah, sure I like to...” he could feel his face begin to glow. “...fuck,” he croaked. Fuck, screw, schtup, and all of the above. “You don't sound too sure.” She was pouting. “Fuck,” he said more firmly. Very manly, his cock assured him. “Yup, I love to fuck"! “How do you like to fuck? There are lots of ways you know.” Can I see the list of lots of ways please? “I...” He struggled to form coherent thoughts. That's the way Brody, show her how you're just oozing confidence, I can't breath in here, and you can't tell her how you like to fuck. You don't deserve me, Brody. I belong with a real man! Fiery tendrils of heat were licking a path to his balls, and his cock could pound nails right about now. Brody could feel his little friend shaking his head in disgust at him—literally. Tess blew out a breathy sigh. “I'll tell you if you tell me,” she offered. 12

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Right here in broad daylight? “I'll go first if you feel uncomfortable. There's nothing to be ashamed of Brody, but it is important to find out one's likes and dislikes. Say, for instance, if I were to tell you that I want to feel your long, hard cock fuck me from behind while I'm bent over, oh I don't know ... a chair, with my skirt up around my waist? That I couldn't wait to feel you slide in and out of my wet cunt, while you squeeze my ass? What if you didn't like that? What if what you really wanted was to have me lick your cock first, and your balls,” she added for good measure. “Maybe you don't like doing it from behind?” Her hand had moved to his thigh and she kneaded him lightly, carefully avoiding the tremendous bulge in his pants. His cock was screaming, from behind is good! She didn't wait for him to answer. “Maybe you like your sex more vanilla?” Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry ... what the hell was vanilla sex? She obviously read his baffled expression and offered an explanation “Vanilla sex is your average, everyday sex, Brody. I lie on the bed, spread my legs, you jump on top of me and badda bing, badda boom we're done.” Oh. “Of course, I could always be on top. I love the feel of a hard cock sliding in and out of me when I'm on top.” A dreamy smile fluttered across her face. Just any hard cock? He wasn't just any hard cock you know ... he had morals ... sort of. 13

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“There's nothing like being in control while fucking, Brody, and sometimes being on top makes me feel like I hold all the cards. But, then again ... sometimes I want to be ravished, overwhelmed and consumed by a man. That has its merits too.” She shivered visibly. His mind began to race with the endless screwing possibilities she offered, but his lips wouldn't form the words. Not to mention the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off her hardened nipples, since they were calling his name. Her hand swept lightly over his zipper as she traced the outline of his cock with the nail of her index finger. “Sitting up? Now that's a lovely thought as well ... you naked on a chair, me with my legs wrapped around your waist ... they say it's the best way to achieve the deepest possible penetration.” They? Who are they? He gulped while his cock continued to bulge. “I read it in some women's magazine. I guess it would have to be a pretty comfortable chair; your butt could take quite a beating if things got too rough, taking into consideration deep penetration and all. I mean, I would have all the thrusting leverage, and quite honestly I like my thrusts to be deep ... very deep. Then of course we'd have to consider places to do the nasty. I mean, maybe you like doing it in public places like the movies or something. I have to tell you, Brody, that's not for this girl. I like a little danger, but I don't like the possibility of being thrown in the pokey for a quick lay. Stripes do nothing for my figure.” 14

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“Now,” she continued, “if we were to try it in a more secluded public place, like a public bathroom, where we could lock the door, I might be game. I also find myself quite taken with the idea of outdoor sex. You know, the call of the wild grass rubbing against your bare ass, a cool breeze on your naked body as I stroke your hard cock.” He couldn't take anymore, he was exhausted and they hadn't even begun. Stop stop, stop this torture! His smothered friend screeched. Please, Brody, please let me out, I wanna play! “Are you getting my drift Brody? I think it's essential that we share with each other what we like and what we don't, you know, just skip all the stupid small talk and get right down to it.” She splayed her hand over the length of his cock and stroked with firm caresses. “Now if I'm quite honest with you, I'll tell you that I think you're hot and I've been thinking about that cock of yours since you got into this car. I want it.” She took a deep breath, moving her hand off his throbbing friend. He felt the loss instantly. No, come back, he wanted to yell. “I know what you're thinking...” Oh baby, if you only knew. “You're probably thinking that this is a rather forward approach. But I've come to the point in my life where I'm tired of playing the game. I'm going to be honest about what I want and then I'm going to get it. I want you Brody, and sooner rather than later, if I can arrange it.” Oh sooner, please let it be sooner. 15

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Brody ran a hand over his face, his brain a tangled mess of sensory overload. Part of him wanted to yell yes, yes, yes! I want it all, vanilla, from behind, in a chair, in the air, in a car, near and far ... I am a horny man, I am! The rational part of him felt a little self-esteem was in order. Brody, his raging hard cock called. Let go of the rational, screw self-esteem, fuck her blind, my man! He felt the car make a turn and slow down, something he hadn't noticed until he heard the engine's rumble ease; she had pulled into a gas station. “I need gas, Brody.” Just like that? After all that talk? I have a hard-on to rival all hard-ons and you need gas? She climbed out of the car, all long sleek legs and high heels. Oh crap, his favorite. His mind's eye pictured her bent over that chair she mentioned, skirt around her waist and his hands on her ass pumping for all he was worth while she wore high heels. Sold, no further discussion required! She threw the keys in his direction. “I'm going to go freshen up a bit. Do you mind filling the tank?” She shot him a provocative smile over her shoulder as she strode off to the bathroom. Her long, dark curls bounced around her back in the sunlight. Brody fiddled with his crotch, trying to avoid the inevitable embarrassment he would certainly experience if he got out of the car now. Fill the tank my friend, his cock ordered, I need a nap.

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Chapter 3 Tess washed her hands, lingering under the cool water. Her heart beat double time as she smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Well, how was that for bold? She had said the “C” word like she said it everyday! It just slipped from her lips, and after she'd said it once, well it only got easier! Cock, cock, cock. Tess Harper had not only said the word, but she had told him how she wanted to use it too! You go girl, her inner slut roared! Tess ached to satisfy herself. Her pussy was like a leaky faucet. Correction, she thought, she ached for him to satisfy her. Her foray into online sex toys had helped her overcome all those niggling fears about one's pleasure, or pleasuring one's self. She felt no shame at all in making those purchases, and had even begun enjoying them. They had helped prepare her for what she was about to do, but toys didn't hold the appeal the real thing did. Especially when the real thing was waiting right outside in her car. She grabbed a paper hand towel from the dispenser and wet it, wiping the cool cloth over her flushed cheeks. Look at you, a voice in her head demanded—her sensible half, looking to stifle her inner slut. You're insane ... what could you have possibly been thinking? You all but stripped naked in front of him, and offered him your wares. Not very Tess-like now is it?

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Oh shut up, her inner slut yelled, big deal, he's hot, and so are you my friend. Have fun, screw his brains out, and then screw ’em right back in again! Tess took slow calming breaths, her hand gripping the smooth porcelain of the sink to steady her shaky legs. Her stomach was in knots. Was he disgusted by all that pointblank, no-holds-barred, cock talk? She had never done anything like this in her life. Her legs began to wobble. Sweet quiet Tess ... always the good girl, right? What was wrong with being horny, with just needing to fuck? What law said that good girls didn't like to fuck and have adventures, live dangerously? You owe this to yourself Tess, her inner slut reminded her, don't you want to break free from the restraints being a good girl places on you? Yes! But ... maybe she had been too aggressive? Oh Lord, her face turned three shades of red. She had been very aggressive. Did he like a woman to be aggressive? Had she come on too strong? Maybe she should have waited till he made the first move? No! She was in control, this was Tess Harper's fantasy, and from the feel of that bulge in his drawers, he was willing to help her turn this fantasy into a reality. She giggled. Wow, what a rush! Thinking back to the look of surprise he'd had on his face, followed by the pure unadulterated lust, well, she must have said something right. Smiling to herself, she felt her confidence creep back in. She would have Brody; he was too delicious to pass up. She would deal with the 18

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consequences later, whatever they were. She just had to wait him out. She straightened her skirt and smoothed her blouse. Her nipples tingled and her thighs rubbed together deliciously. Tess leaned against the sink, crossed her arms over her chest and began waiting. **** Brody paid for the gas, fully expecting to see her back in the driver's seat upon his return. When he didn't, it gave him a moment to catch his breath. She was beautiful, sexy and apparently wildly uninhibited. Who was this woman? A mystery for sure, but one he'd like to discover inside and out. He felt a rush of excitement. All that talk in the car had him so hot, he might have left a wet spot in his drawers if they hadn't stopped for gas. Where had she learned to talk like that? It was bold, and vivid in detail. It was like a 1-800-wanna fuck hotline. The visual image she created could drive a sane man over the edge. He could see himself plunging into her, her rounded ass high in the air and her wet cunt taking his hot cock's long strokes. Damn, where did she go? Bathroom, his cock replied, could we hurry so we'll get to wherever the hell we're going and we can fuck? Brody wrapped a knuckle lightly on the bathroom door. “You okay in there?” He heard some shuffling, then the lock clicked and she opened the door wide, staying behind it, out of his line of vision. He had just poked his head into the darkened bathroom when she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him in. The heavy metal door closed with a thud as he heard the lock pop. 19

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His heart raced wildly as the inky blackness enveloped him. He smelled her scent, fruity and sweet, mingled with the strong disinfectant they used to clean public restrooms. Two small hands firmly planted themselves on the wall of his chest, pushing him gently backward and flattening him against the far wall of the bathroom. Brody felt the cool tile against the back of his thin silk shirt and then her body, supple and sleek and ... buck naked? No, not completely naked, he guessed, he could still hear the crinkle of her leather skirt. Her skin burned a path of fire from his head to his toes. Oh Lord Almighty, he was hot. He fought the desire to throw her on the floor and ram his overheated cock into her. He took deep relaxing breaths. She licked the rim of his ear and wrapping her arms around his neck, stood on tip-toe as she whispered, “I'm going to suck your cock like it's never been sucked before, but if you want these lips on your cock,” she paused, “you can't touch me unless I tell you to,” she finished, rather smugly by the sound of it. Can't touch her, what the hell kind of game are we playing? He'd sat through two solid hours of stupid Michael Bolton music, not to mention the cramped accommodations in that silly sports car, and all that hot heavy “where do you like to fuck” talk, for this? His hands ached to knead the soft globes of her ass and feel the slick, wet heat of her cunt envelope his fingers. Yoo Hoo—his cock called to him—hello, we're talking blowjob here Bud! Have you lost your mind? 20

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His body slackened in acquiescence. What ever happened, he was getting a blowjob! He grinned foolishly from ear to ear. Who's the man? “You'd like that Brody, wouldn't you? If I put your cock in my mouth? If I licked you until you cum?” Her husky inquiry filled his head as his blood rushed to his ears. Ya think? He wanted to roar at her. Instead he said, “Yes,” hissing the answer through his teeth. Tess rubbed her body along the length of his torso. He reveled in the feel of her naked breasts against his chest. He moved to put his arms around her but she stilled him, leaving his hands to hang in tight fists at his sides. With her arms still wrapped around his neck, she flicked her tongue in his ear sending shockwaves of prickly heat along his already sensitive nerve endings. Tess wove her fingers through his thick hair and ran her nails along his scalp. He moaned. Damn he loved that. Shivers raced up his spine and right back down to his inflamed cock. Nipping his neck playfully, she began licking a path over the hard set of his jaw to his lips. Tess swept her tongue over them, tasting him. She sighed when he captured her mouth and their tongues tangled. She wrapped her lips around his tongue and gently sucked. Brody thrust his groin in her direction, grinding into the soft swell of her leather-clad belly. His cock was a thick pulsing outline beneath his pants. She reached down and rubbed the heel of her hand over his rigid flesh. He shuddered and his legs 21

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threatened to buckle as his heart raced. He clenched his fists harder to keep from touching her. She unbuttoned his shirt with quick fluid motions, then pushed it aside, running her hands over his heated skin, scraping her nails over the flat surface of his nipples before laying her cheek against his chest. Brody knew she could hear the rapid thud of his heartbeat. He felt her inhale deeply. Her fingers flirted with the waistband of his pants, taunting him with soft caresses before she sank her fingers inside his pants, and then pulled back. He pushed his thigh between hers and she wrapped a long leg around it, straddling him. Brody felt her brace her hands on his chest as she pinched and licked his nipples, kneading his chest as she slid her cunt back and forth over the crisp material of his slacks. She fumbled clumsily with the clasp on his pants, managing to rip open the zipper and yank his pants swiftly down over his hips. She left them pooled at his feet and he awkwardly struggled to get his shoes past the narrow opening. The hell with it, he thought, and kicked off his shoes. His cock sprang forward, brushing her thigh before settling back against the nest of curls she was running her fingers through. Tess circled his rock-hard cock with both hands, caressing the smooth ridges and veins. Brody felt her hot breath dance across his belly. He tensed with eager anticipation, arching his back and stabbing his cock at her, desperate to find her sweet mouth. She swiped at his heated cock with her tongue playfully, and then in one fell swoop, took his entire length into her 22

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mouth. She held him firmly, her lips forming a tight circle at the base of his throbbing length, pressing her tongue flat against him while her hand reached for his balls. She cupped the tight sacks, massaging lightly and began to swirl her tongue up the length of him, stopping at the sensitive flesh just below the head of his cock. She moved up and licked the bead of salty pre-cum that had formed. He groaned loudly, the echo bouncing off of the tile walls. Damn if he didn't care who heard, he thought wildly. Brody wound his hands through the satiny curls that grazed his belly, grabbing thick handfuls. He tugged her firmly toward him as her lips scraped a path of white-hot fire. His cock twitched ferociously and he knew he was going to explode if they kept going at this rate. She pulled back, releasing him from the warmth of her mouth. The cool air hit his cock with a jolt. She reached for his hands and brought them to her breasts as she leaned forward and bracketed his cock with the soft mounds. Brody scraped his callused thumbs over her tight nipples and felt her shudder as her head fell back on her shoulders. He gathered the creamy swells on either side of his cock, pressing them firmly together and thrust his hips upward, loving the smooth, sensual tunnel they created. Tess swiped at his cock with her tongue on each upward motion, her arms wrapped around his thighs for support. She reached around him and cupped his hard ass, clutching his flesh as she sunk her nails in, and then latched back on to his cock. He felt his muscles begin to tighten. Laving his hot 23

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flesh, she slurped and sucked, the soft sounds heightening his already screaming senses. Oh hell, he couldn't hold out much longer. Her tongue was driving him crazy and beads of sweat were popping out on his forehead. He couldn't think for needing to ram his cock in her mouth and slap her tonsils around a little. His movements became rapid. She followed the rhythm of his furious jabs, finally grabbing his cock she kept him in her mouth, head bobbing with each thrust and fingers digging into the flesh of his ass. He felt the tension in his body, coiled and ready to spring, as he bucked wildly against her, but she held fast— determined. He was going to cum, he thought frantically, his cock pulsing with eager anticipation as he neared climax. Brody gripped her shoulders and tried to push her away, and gasped sharply just seconds before a rush of hot cum shot into her mouth, followed by shorter spurts. Tess continued to hold him in her mouth, licking and swallowing the thick salty mixture until his cock was flaccid. Brody pulled her up. Wrapping his arms around her slender frame, he rested his cheek on the top of her head and sagged against the wall. His body quivered with the aftermath of her lips and tongue. The only clear thought he had was, holy shit, she swallowed! As though she knew what he was thinking, Tess grinned smugly against his chest and raised her head to ask, “Lunch?” 24

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Chapter 4 Tess grabbed some sandwiches and cold drinks for them inside the rest area store and met him back at the car. He watched her cross the hot blacktop as appreciative heads turned. Her long smooth legs, accentuated by those damn high heels, were sucking the life out of him. He wanted them wrapped around his waist while he fucked her until her eyeballs wobbled. He felt himself begin to stir and harden all over again. He couldn't remember when he had last felt so consumed by the need to fuck a woman's brains out, not since he was a kid anyway. Now, now, his little friend reminded him, you had your turn. He sighed, this was true, but she hadn't asked anything in return for that mind blowing stunt in the bathroom, so what did she want from him? Brody didn't care. Tess was incredible—and he was going to hang on to this roller coaster ride for as long as he could keep his grip. He poured himself back into the passenger side and started the car, making sure cool air greeted her. “Here, I brought you a sandwich, I hope egg salad is okay.” She slid in beside him, her leather skirt hitched up her thigh. She did absolutely nothing to stop it. Well, she was seemingly unruffled by their encounter, wasn't she? “Thanks, egg salad is great.” He opened the wrapper, taking a healthy bite. His stomach rumbled its appreciation. 25

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Tess munched happily on her sandwich, licking the underside of the crust to catch the filling. Brody watched her profile in fascination, honed in on the tip of her pink tongue darting in and out of those soft lips and squeezed his eyes shut, beginning a silent mantra—no more blowjob thoughts. He took a long swig from his drink and wiped the cool glass across his forehead. **** They rode in companionable silence for a long stretch of highway. The sleek sports car ate up the deserted miles. The sun would soon fade, but they still had miles to go until Vegas and he had nothing but screwing the life out of her on his mind. “Brody? Would you get me the map from the glove compartment?” Tess smiled slyly at him, her eyes flashing in the twilight glow. He popped it open and began fishing around, feeling for the paper map, and when his fingers brushed something smooth and long, he grasped it in his hand. Sheeit! He yanked his hand back like he had just challenged the jaws of death. Um ... yuck. “What's wrong?” Her coy tone implied she knew exactly what the hell was wrong! There was a fake, plastic little buddy in them there hills and he wasn't touching it. Not with a twenty foot pole! He snorted. “Aw, c'mon Brody, every girl should have one,” she giggled openly. “When she's all alone, and lonely.” Lonely? Was she lonely? “Here give it to me I'll show you.” 26

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Show him? Well okay then, he conceded, maybe a ten-foot pole ... he waffled. “Please, Brody.” ...five-foot pole? Well damn. He jammed his hand back in the glove compartment and pulled it out. He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, holding it up in the fading light for closer inspection. “Oh give it to me,” she demanded impatiently. With pleasure, he thought, dropping that bad boy in her lap like a hot potato. “Here, it will be easier if we pull over,” she said. She pulled over on the side of the highway, bringing the car to a stop, but left the engine running. Shoulder to shoulder, Tess used him for leverage and shimmied her skirt up, letting it rest at the top of her thighs. He groaned as he realized she didn't have panties on. He groaned again when he caught sight of her cunt, shaven—bald, as in nothing stopping him from licking her top to bottom. The scent of her filled his nostrils, musky and sweet. Her juices glistened from the light of the dashboard, he ached to drag his fingers through her hot folds, swirl his tongue around her clit, just a taste. His breathing became labored, and his damn cock was fighting with his zipper again. She flipped a switch on the scary-looking plastic thing and a soft buzzing sound filled his ears. She was going to use it? In front of him? Holy guacamole, she was a wet dream come true! **** 27

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Tess swiftly unbuttoned her blouse and tugged the lace bra up over her breasts, before she lost her nerve. This was decadent and wicked, but the thought of him watching her pleasure herself made her knees weak. Her hand felt clumsy and shaky as she guided the vibrator to her dripping folds. She twitched when the soft vibration of the fake cock sent ripples of electricity through her cunt. She looked him in the eye. “I wanted to slip your cock in my cunt back in that bathroom Brody, and now I can't wait, I have to do something,” she whispered to him breathlessly. **** He stole a glance at her lap, at the pink shaft lay between her slim thighs and felt his cock spring instantly back to life. One slender hand pushed aside her blouse and traced the outline of her swollen nipple before she plucked it. The other rubbed the vibrator on her tender clit. The vibrator hummed in the silence and she focused on the steady rhythm as she began to slide it against her clit, pushing away the folds that were slick with wet desire. Brody watched the fake pink cock slip into her wet sheath like some erotic dream. He was frozen to the spot, mesmerized by her obvious pleasure. He felt excluded, like a deserted lover, so he just blurted what he was thinking and damn the consequences. He licked the shell of her ear. “You're so damn sexy, I envy that pink plastic thing. It should be me fucking you. But before I fuck you, there's so much more I want to do.” **** 28

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Tess moaned with the visual, her heart slammed against her ribs. She tugged on her nipple, furiously rubbing the vibrator against her aching folds. Spirals of heat wound their way up her skin. He licked the side of her mouth. She caught his tongue with hers and she felt the familiar tingle of orgasm begin. “Let me do it Tess,” he said, all the while licking and nipping her jaw. He placed his hand over hers and stilled the movement of the vibrator. Her head swam as heat licked at her cunt. Brody turned slightly in the seat and slid down as far as he could, eye to eye with her breast and nudged her nipple with his nose. His hot breath made her tremble, he licked the underside of the soft flesh and traced slow broad circles around her tormented nipple, gradually making smaller rounds. He flicked the hard flushed tip with his tongue as his hand moved the vibrator, teasing the swollen nub of her clit. He laved her nipple with long, slow strokes and wrapped his lips firmly around it, sucking, tasting. She responded to the heat of his tongue by arching her back and pressing his lips to her. She felt the smooth tip of the vibrator brush her opening and she lifted her hips a bit to allow him access. He gripped the shaft firmly and slid it inside her. Tess shattered when his thumb assaulted her clit and the hard thickness of the vibrator filled her, stretching her. She jammed her ass down on the seat, sliding back and forth, riding the hard shaft. “Pretend it's me, Tess, pretend it's my cock fucking you. You're tight, and wet, and I'm filling you, sinking deeper into you with each thrust.” 29

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She moaned. His words were like hot liquid washing over her, bathing her body in heat. “Harder,” she cried. He hand moved more rapidly, thrusting the vibrator deep within her, then dragging it slowly back out. “Cum for me Tess,” he pleaded against her breast and she chanced a quick glance down at her lap. His broad finger thumbing her clit, his dark head bent at her breast—it was an image so stark and vivid. She exploded with a violent twist of her hips. Wave after glorious wave of swirling heat wound through her body, leaving her gasping for air. The tension left her body in increments, a fraction at a time. Tess let her lungs fill back up and felt him gently remove the vibrator. **** Brody's breath caught sharply in his throat as he watched her, knowing he'd helped bring her such pleasure. He found himself both frustrated and unbelievably turned on. And then he thought, whoa ... all that in a car. She was freaking amazing. With great care he buttoned up her shirt, and kissed the top of her head. She blushed furiously, seemingly embarrassed by her wanton display. Her embarrassment quickly faded, replaced by giggles of delight when he asked, “So what ... do we do with this?” He held up the pink plastic dildo with a look of distaste. Tess handed him her discarded sandwich bag, tears of laughter streaming down her face. 30

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Chapter 5 They stopped for dinner at a small roadside diner. Brody ordered a thick hamburger and fries. He busily doused them with ketchup while Tess ate her salad. She plucked a crisp french fry from his plate and ate it, obviously relishing the greasy texture. He chuckled. “So what's in Vegas?” She shrugged her shoulders and let her hair fall around her face, hiding it from his prying eyes. “Nothing.” “Nothing?” “Well, not nothing exactly ... freedom I guess.” “What do you need to be free from?” Brody's gut clenched uncomfortably. Was she running away? Didn't she care that there were people who loved her? “Responsibility, the same old, same old, you know. Same shit, different day. It's a bumper sticker, Brody,” she quipped. Hence this little road trip, he figured. “What's so horrible about the same old, same old?” “There's nothing horrible about it, Brody. I have a nice life, I live comfortably and I don't deny that. But when every day is the same and one day bleeds into the next, you tend to need a little something. Don't you ever want to experience something different? Do something reckless and wild?” Why the hell was she defending her need to have a little fun? 31

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Then again, if giving him a blowjob in the bathroom of a rest station wasn't something different, then what was? “I guess ... but,” he pointed out, “I love my life and I'm grateful for every tedious, boring minute because it means I'm still breathing.” He felt anger begin to rear its ugly head. Easy there Brody, his ever-needy little buddy cautioned from his pants, no preaching, just go with it. “I'm grateful too, you know.” Tess felt herself pleading for understanding, and didn't like it. It was there anyway. “But shaking things up a bit isn't a bad thing, doing something spontaneous, throwing caution to the wind, just living for the moment.” Talk about being a stick in the mud, she thought, why couldn't fun just be fun for the sake of having it? Can I have bored and trapped, with no escape for one hundred, please Alex? Brody tossed his napkin on the Formica table, and sat back, folding his arms over his chest, pulling his shirt tightly over his abs. Tess admired the textured ripples, ripples of the six-pack variety, mind you, and avoided meeting his eyes. “Yep,” he confirmed. “I'd love to throw caution to the wind, but I never forget my responsibilities to the people I love.” He said the word ‘never’ like she had forgotten her responsibilities. What did he know? This was not going as she planned. She didn't want deep and introspective, just a little something different. Funny, he didn't seem to mind throwing caution to the wind when she was latched onto his cock.

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“For one solid weekend I'm going to do what I want to do, I'm going to indulge myself, restore my soul, tap into my inner child and all that jazz.” Find my happy place, she thought disdainfully, yada yada, yada. “And the people who love me and really want what's best for me are going to let me. I'm going to let my hair down, climb the tallest tree, run naked through the streets.” **** Brody felt his anger dissipate like puffs of smoke. Run naked through the streets? He didn't want to miss that. His next question broke the mounting tension between them. “Can I watch"? Tess laughed and cast a smoldering green gaze at him. “Pay the bill and I'll show you” Okey Dokey, his cock cheered. Let's get ready to rumble! **** Holding hands, they made their way through the deserted parking lot back to the car, where he opened the door for her. When she turned to thank him, he placed his hands on her waist, his thumbs splaying just under her breasts. She felt the warmth of his hands singe her skin through the thin blouse. His heated whiskey gaze pierced hers and Tess thought she glimpsed a fleeting moment of insecurity before he lifted her up off her feet and pushed her ass against the car. She felt the cool metal on her ass as she wrapped her legs securely around his waist and threw her arms around his neck. He buried his face in her hair, she felt his breathing hot and heavy against her neck. 33

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He bit gently at the tender spot in the hollow of her neck and Tess felt the beginnings of heat assault her cunt as her breasts pushed painfully against his chest and her nipples peaked, chafing against the lace of her bra. She squirmed beneath his hands as he ran them down her hips to the curve of her ass. She felt him clutch the globes of flesh, loving the feel of his hands as he ground her cunt into his cock and hitched her higher giving him access to her breasts. He moved his head back and forth, rubbing at her silk-covered nipples with his lips, lapping at them with his tongue through the thin cloth. Tess ached for him like she hadn't ached in a long time. She ran her hands over the bunched muscles in his arms, he was so gloriously firm. The sultry warm air clung to her skin and she relished the thrill of being free to enjoy this man's lavish attention—it made her head swim. But the eversensible half of Tess whispered careful warnings. Well alright, she soothed her inner conscience; maybe going to jail could be a problem. “Someone might see us Brody,” she cautioned. **** Brody ceased all movement and tried to think clearly—then inspiration struck. He let her down gently, her body sliding against his until their noses touched. “I have to taste you, Tess, I can't wait anymore. Give me a sec, okay?” Tess answered his request by kissing him and driving her tongue furiously into his mouth, biting his bottom lip, licking and sucking at it. Brody tore himself away and climbed into 34

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the back seat of the car, pushing the driver's seat forward and holding his hand out, offering it to her. Tess clung to his hand as he pulled her into the darkened back seat, then hunched down in front of him. He reached an arm out and shut the door; the tinted windows would provide cover for them from the outside world. **** He overwhelmed the small space, his presence crowding out any rational thought. Tess’ heart beat madly, her pulse quickening as she waited. He lifted her, pressing her body against the seat so her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward. Brody began to unbutton her blouse, smoothing the material over her shoulders. He lifted her filmy bra, exposing the soft mounds of flesh and her nipples tightened as his dark gaze devoured her. Two big hands cupped her breasts as his thumbs drove maddening circles around her nipples. Tess bit her lip to keep from crying out. He held her soft flesh in his palms and she felt him watching her as her eyes slid closed. **** Tess’ hair fanned out around her shoulders, falling in soft waves that caught the single light in the parking lot. Brody shuddered as his aching cock throbbed painfully against his belly. Seeing her this way, knowing she wanted him, made him ache that much more. She was so beautiful, perfect and he was desperate to slide into her, fill her, fuck her until this need stopped eating at his gut. Brody licked a wet trail from her navel to her breasts, savoring the salty sweet taste of her skin. He flicked 35

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his tongue at one pebble-hard nipple, slowly licking and sucking in rhythm while his hand continued to caress her. Tess’ hands clutched wildly at his head, pressing his face more firmly against her. **** His tongue was masterful as he lavished each breast and when his teeth grazed her nipple Tess cried out sharply. She had intended to wait, but the insatiable need to be fucked grew with each lick he bestowed on her tender breasts. The weight of his heavily muscled body pressing into her made her beg; she needed all of him, inside her—now. “Brody please fuck me, I want you now!” She could hear the desperation in her plea. Her legs muscles strained as she raised her hips high for emphasis, pleading with him. **** Brody reached a hand between them and ran a finger through her silken folds; she was soaking wet for him. He smiled. This beautiful smart sexy woman wanted him. He wanted to show her what that meant to him with his hands and mouth. Pulling his hand from between her legs, he lifted off of her, sitting down on the back seat, his heavy weight shaking the car, rousing Tess. **** She raised her head to find him staring at her intently. “Turn over Tess.” The husky rumble of his voice vibrating in her chest, she slid forward and twisted around, laying her cheek on the rough fabric of the upholstery. Her hands gripped the top of the seat, her ass raised high, cool air caressed her naked cunt as she shivered, waiting. 36

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Brody's hands gripped her ankles, working their way up along her calves to her quivering thighs. She heard him inhale and felt her body tremble as he moaned. He pushed the leather skirt up over her ass and pressed his cheek to the back of her thigh, running his hands over every inch of available skin, kneading her back, following his hands with his tongue. Ripples of heat nipped at her cunt and moisture pooled between the slick folds of her clit—it screamed to be licked. As he ran his finger over the crease of her ass, she felt herself arch, straining to feel his touch, and then he licked her. Short, quick, stabs along her inner thighs. Tess held her breath, grabbed the seat tightly and lifted her hips, turning them so she was almost on her side to encourage him. He tilted his head so she could wrap a leg around his neck, baring herself to him. His hair brushed her thigh as he licked the outer folds of her cunt. His thick finger found her slick passage and he slid into her wet channel as he pushed the folds away with his tongue and began to slowly circle her clit. Brody moved slowly inside her and she writhed, loving the hot, wet slip of his finger. She fought to maintain control while his finger thrust into her with long, slow strokes. **** Brody buried his face between the silken flesh of her thighs, kissing and licking her swollen nub, savoring the sweet creamy taste of her juices. He pushed her hips forward onto his face, grinding his tongue into her and Tess sobbed. Her nipples hardened and she reached a hand down to clutch 37

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his head, pressing him roughly to her, her thigh slipping around his neck, holding him in a death grip. **** Tess didn't care as long as he didn't stop—her chest was tight and she felt her muscles clench in anticipation of release. His relentless tongue moved in time with his finger, stroking her inside and out. His hot tongue rasped over her flesh one last time and Tess felt herself begin to lose control, her thighs clenched and she bucked wildly, heat pulsing along her every nerve. She exploded in a series of violent shudders with whimpers of sweet release. She loosened her grip on his hair as he slid out from under her. Her breathing was ragged and uneven. Hell, he was like eating a potato chip, one was never enough! Tess flopped forward into the solid wall of his chest and he wrapped his arms around her, stroking her back until her breathing was even again. She clung to him. “Hey, you know what?” Tess looked up at him. His eyes shone in the darkness with boyish mischief. “What?” Here's where he calls you a slut, damns you to eternal slut hell... “You look awesome with your skirt up around your waist.” Yup, she was going to hell!

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Chapter 6 They stopped for the night at a hotel, by mutual consent. Brody checked them in while Tess gathered her suitcase from the car. Her bones ached and she needed a shower. As if reading her thoughts he said, “C'mon, I need a shower.” He stuck the key in the lock and opened the door, taking her bag from her. Tess flipped on the light—well, it wasn't Trump Towers, but it had a bed and a shower and that was all she needed right now. Brody flopped down on the bed, testing the springs and grinned like a kid. Tess smiled. He was so classically handsome that her heart raced whenever he looked at her. She dug through her suitcase, pulling out some of her favorite bath gel and shampoo. She began pulling off her clothes, leaving a trail to the bathroom. She heard him follow the trail of underwear she left behind and the rustle of her lace bra being scooped up off the floor. Tess groaned when the first stinging spray of water hit her sore muscles. High heels and oral sex in a car were bound to do that to a girl. Her face flushed warmly thinking of the pleasure she had taken in the back seat of a car. Before today it wasn't something she might ever have indulged in. She remembered his whispered words and his glorious tongue and her body began to heat up from head to toe, making her shiver. 39

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“May I?” Brody had gotten naked himself and stood in all his glory, waiting to be invited to join her. Tess swallowed hard at his magnificently rigid, naked body. He had skin the color of caramel, deeply tanned from his construction work, she supposed. His chest was wide, the perfect place for a girl to nestle her head. His stomach was flat and rippled. Tess wanted to lick every ridge, run her hands over every plane and valley. Knead his rock-hard ass while he wrapped his strong arms around her. His long, thick cock pointed in her direction, bobbing at her when he inched his big body into the small space. They were chest to chest. Tess felt her nipples harden and poke his skin as Brody squirted purple bath gel into his hands and rubbed it into a lather. “I'll get your back.” He smiled, his white teeth flashing momentarily. Tess dutifully turned around, and leaning forward, put her arms up high on the wall of the shower stall. He began working the gel into her fingers, his big hands moving over her arms and shoulders, her favorite raspberry scent filling her nostrils. Tess let out a long sigh when he made circular motions over her shoulder blades and down toward her lower back. The glide of his hands was sensual, yet comforting, and moved with a steady, soothing pace. He ran his hands over her ass, down along her thighs and calves. She let herself lean back into him, relaxing against his solid body. Her eyes slid closed when his soapy hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs grazed her stiff nipples, but not lingering. He used his fingers to spread the folds of her flesh 40

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open, running a finger lightly over her clit, enough to cleanse her, sending tiny pinpricks of heat through her, but undemanding, soothing. Tess felt his cock pressed firmly against her back, hot and throbbing. “Your turn,” she said, and filled her hands with the gel. Turning around she massaged the silky substance into his chest, luxuriating in the hard expanse. She made her way to his cock, hard and long, and then, wrapping one arm around his neck, she stood on her toes and swiped at his lips, gently at first, then plunged her tongue into his mouth. When his lips responded to hers, Tess knew she was lost to this man— his tongue did things to her nothing else could. Grasping his cock firmly, she circled it and stroked it from tip to length'send then back up again, applying more pressure with each stroke. **** Brody groaned into her mouth, his cock pulsing with each caress as she held fast to his lips, pressing her body into his. She was going to make him cum again, with her slick soapy hand pumping him and her tongue thrust into his mouth, like he was some horny oversexed teenager who couldn't control his cock yet. So? His cock dutifully called out. He went with it because she made him feel so damn good and because at this moment he felt more free than he had in a long time. He didn't care if the world outside came to a screeching halt. All that mattered was her hand on his cock, a cock that seemed to have a life of its own as it arched and thrust into the soapy tunnel of her hand. His world narrowed 41

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down to this one moment with Tess and her soft hand, forcing him to experience not only the physical demand for release, but also the emotional tug of tenderness. He wanted to be inside of her so badly his intestines were in a knot, but he felt the pressing need to wait, he wanted it to be the right moment when he laid claim to her body, he wanted her to feel what she was doing to him, inside and out. He wrapped a hand over her thrusting one, loving the sensations evoked by guiding her to his pleasure. He assaulted her lips as his cock tensed one last time and he erupted in thick, hot spurts of intense release. He pulled her hard to him, burying his face in the hollow of her neck, not caring that the sticky release of his body was smeared between them. They stood together that way while the water cascaded over them and her head rested on his chest. He held her tightly, clinging to her soft warmth, stroking her gentle curves. They rinsed away the remnants of her masterful loving, laughing and touching. He toweled her dry with the hotel's skimpy offerings, scooped her up and carried her to the bed. Pulling back the covers he gently laid her on the pillows, tucking the blanket up to her neck. **** Tess’ heart ached with an unfamiliar heaviness; she felt tears sting her eyes when he climbed in beside her naked and warm. He wrapped her tightly in his embrace, spooning the soft curve of her ass. She burrowed closer, absorbing his heat, sighing with the pleasure of having his warmth to lull her to sleep. Just as she was slipping over the edge of drowsy 42

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into full on REM sleep, she could hear him making sniffing noises. “What are you doing?” He held his forearm to her nose. “Smell that?” She inhaled her raspberry bath gel and grinned. “I smell like a damn girl!”

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Chapter 7 Tess woke slowly, letting her brain filter yesterday's information. Brody ... she hugged the pillow to her chest. He was sexy and hard and he had the most fabulous tongue. Her nipples certainly agreed with her, as they stood at attention. Tess stretched, feeling wickedly sated and pleased with her sore body, and tried to pry her eyes open. Her eyes flew wide open when she realized that the bed was empty. She sat up abruptly, pulling the blanket up to her neck. Did he just up and leave? Where would he go? Tess’ stomach clenched. Oh hell, she needed coffee before she could get too deep. She heard a car door slam from beyond the thin walls of the hotel room and the lock on the door turned. She heaved a sigh of relief. Brody opened the door dressed in jeans (where had they come from?) and a white tshirt that hugged every lip-smacking muscle in his chest. He carried two Styrofoam cups that seeped steam through the opening at the top. She smiled at him; he really was her dream man! “Morning beautiful.” She snorted at him. There wasn't anything beautiful about puffy eyes and morning breath. Not to mention her hair, which she knew was tangled in several knots and plastered to the side of her head. He balanced himself at the edge of the bed, handing her the coffee and cupping her chin. “You look beautiful to me 44

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and I know you're naked under there,” he tugged on the blanket and she let it fall to her waist revealing her breasts, heavy and swollen from his lips. **** Brody's cock stirred and pressed painfully against his new jeans. They were stiff and uncomfortable with no underwear. He hadn't wanted to wake her, but he'd been in need of clothes and a java infusion. Waking up beside her this morning, he had watched her sleep, her soft lips slightly parted. The gentle rise of her breasts as she breathed evenly made his heart do flip-flops. He had run his hands over her soft curves and she had pressed her pretty ass to his cock, making it throb again with the renewed need to roll her over and ram the swollen flesh into her wet, waiting cunt. He didn't want it to end; he could spend the rest of his life just fucking her, but there were things he had to tell her—they gnawed at his brain and ate him up inside. Maybe just a little longer. “Hey, what are you thinking?” Her soft inquiry interrupted his troubled thoughts. He took her coffee setting it on the nightstand and she yelped her discontent. “I'm thinking I want to see what's under those covers.” She eyed him saucily, attempting to hide her blush. “Do you? Huh, and I'd like to see what's in your very-new jeans. So what are we going to do about that?” “Maybe I don't want to show you what's in my new jeans?” He smiled smugly. 45

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No, no Tess, don't listen to him, it's not true, he does want you to see what's in his jeans, his cock called. Shut up, he thought. I'm working on sensitive and being in touch with my feminine side, he admonished. Be in touch with her feminine side Brody, his cock encouraged, really in touch by getting inside of her feminine side! He ignored his urge to plunge into her. He had the distinct impression that this weekend needed to be about her. They could play now and talk later. He knew it was putting off the inevitable, but her body called him, and he had to touch her, to assuage his fear, to reassure himself she was real. “Maybe ... I want to touch you Tess, with my tongue and my hands.” He leaned forward and licked the hollow of her neck, feeling her skin ripple with goose bumps. “Maybe I want to watch you when I make you cum,” he said as he licked a path to her breast and circled it with his hot tongue. She arched in response, filling his mouth. He trailed his index finger between her breasts and over the flat plane of her belly, down to the crease in her thigh. Tess’ body jumped off the bed, her hips bucked. “Do you mind if I watch you while I lick your cunt?” She moaned when he dipped his finger into the folds of her flesh, rubbing the moist juice around. He heard her sigh regretfully when his mouth left her breast. He replaced his mouth with his hand, pinching her nipple as he moved his lips over her flushed skin. He didn't hesitate, needing to taste her. He plunged his tongue into her bare flesh, spearing her clit as he wrapped his lips around the swollen nub and gently 46

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suckled. He felt Tess’ body spasm, writhing beneath his tongue as he lapped at her juices until her hips relaxed and she sighed. Pulling him upward she held him close. Brody knew he had to end this now, before someone got hurt, namely him. He pulled himself out of her embrace with regret. Jumping up, he paced in front of the bed summoning up some courage. Knowing was half the battle right? “Tess?” She smiled sleepily from the bed, her lips curving slightly. “Hmm?” “We have to talk, honey.” He watched her face. A frown was beginning to form, creasing her forehead. “About?” His stomach turned. “Look Tess, this has been a lot of fun, but...” She raised herself up onto her elbows watching his frantic pacing. “But what, Brody?” “I'm not some cheap lay that you picked up on the side of the road. I'm your husband and I think I deserve an explanation.”

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Chapter 8 The fantasy came to a screeching halt and reality crashed around him with a resounding thud. “What's this all been about, Tess?” He waved a hand, making a sweeping motion of the room that somehow seemed cheap in the cold light of day. “Is it me? I'm not enough for you anymore? Do you want to live in a fantasy twenty-four-seven? Don't get me wrong, I've loved every second we've spent this weekend, almost fucking our brains out, but it's beginning to make me wonder if you need something I can't give you.” He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. His stomach was tied in a knot an Eagle Scout couldn't untie or a wolf couldn't gnaw his way out of, but he had to know, he had to say it before he spent one more day thinking she had lost interest in him ... in them. If he was going to lose it all, then he would roll the dice and take his chances. He sat at the edge of the bed, turning his back to her, his shoulders slumped dejectedly. “I'm not some guy you picked up on the side of the road Tess, I'm your husband. And I've loved you from the very first second I laid eyes on you and haven't stopped since then. I love you if you wear a mini skirt and heels, driving a sports car and I love you if you wear a t-shirt and jeans driving our damn mini van. I love the girls and I love my life.” I want you to love it again too, he thought. His voice began to rise, as did his mounting insecurities over this 48

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sexcapade. They far outweighed the fantasy she had created and he damn well knew it. But he needed to know that Tess wanted the Brody who worked late every night to give her and the girls the life he thought they deserved. He needed to know that she loved the Brody who mowed the lawn and fixed the Barbie Dream House. Hell, the Brody who sometimes played with the Barbie Dream House. He needed to know it before they went home and she went back to being sullen and moody, slipping off to that place in her head where he couldn't reach her. Before he wasted one more moment worrying that some night when he came home, she just wouldn't be there anymore, and they would lose everything they had worked so hard for. He would lose everything... “I don't know what you want, Tess. I only know I want you and that will never change. We played a fine game all weekend long, pretending we didn't know each other, pawing each other like teenagers in every available vacant spot. The hot broad picks up the lonely sex-starved hitchhiker. Damn, you did some things that knocked me for a loop. Why do you think I went along with this? Because I wanted my Tess back again, because I just wanted to be with you and I didn't care when or where or how. I was curious too, when you said we should pretend we didn't know each other. I thought it was pretty wacky to meet on the highway, but hell, I was desperate for any attention from you. I'd have met you in Hell if it was within the realm of possibility.” He heard his voice 49

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begin to crack and so he plowed ahead while he still had it on the tip of his tongue. “The weekend has to end sometime, Tess, and we have a real life waiting for us at home, with real responsibilities. You are every man's hottest wet dream, for a while there I even found myself pretty deep into it, just glad to be with you again. But the whole damn time I couldn't shake the feeling that you want me to be someone I'm not. I know it didn't stop me from playing along, but hell, Tess, who wouldn't want you?” He smiled ruefully. “I'm so damn proud that you're my wife, but at the end of this farce you are my wife. I need to know if, when we head for home, you're going to crawl back inside yourself or you're going to be my wife again. I need to know you love me, Tess, not some crazy fantasy lay you picked up on the side of the road. That's not me, Tess.” There he had said it. His head throbbed fiercely and his throat threatened to close up. He clenched his teeth. There it was lying between them, the truth, plain and simple. **** Tess’ heart constricted painfully in her chest, her throat dry. This wasn't what she had meant to happen! How could she have missed this? She had been so wrapped up in trying to make him see the brazen wild slut in her, she had forgotten what really mattered. Communicating with him, telling him she was lonely, that she missed him and she loved him. That no fantasy could compare to every day with him. How ironic that his feelings mirrored hers. 50

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Tess flew at him from behind, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, trying to absorb the tension she felt coursing through him. Hot tears began to well in her eyes “Nooooo Brody ... no,” she sobbed in his ear “I know who you are, I'm sorry ... I'm sorry I haven't been there for you, but you work so much and there's so little time for us, I just began to find other things to do. I thought you were losing interest in me, that I wasn't attractive enough anymore. How do you ask the person you love a question like that? Gee, Brody, do you still think I'm sexy when I'm up to my elbows in Soft Scrub and I look like something the cat drug in? Truthfully, I was afraid of the answer, so I wanted to spice things up a little. Have fun, get your attention, be someone different.” She cracked and began to cry in earnest, deep gulping pitiful sobs, like a big honkin’ girl. “I've been planning this for weeks and I wanted it to be perfect...” She couldn't stop herself. It was like a train hell-bent on wrecking and it spilled out of her before she could stop it. Tess held his neck in a death grip, clinging to his strength. Naked and sobbing, not a pretty picture, but screw modesty and pride. Even the sensible half of her agreed with that! “I thought there was someone else, Brody, I thought you...” she gulped back another sob, “I thought you were screwing that woman with the big boobs that you hired to do the office work at the site, or if you weren't, then you might not be far from having an affair,” she was wailing now, loudly. 51

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“I kept thinking crazy thoughts and they just got crazier each time you were late, each time you'd call and tell me not to keep dinner. So I had this crazy plan to turn myself into this mystery woman, someone that was wild and sexy. A woman no man could resist. But not just any man Brody— you.” Lord, she had really gone overboard. Hindsight really was twenty-twenty or a kick in the pants. She snickered in his ear. “Do you know where I got this crazy idea? From a commercial. You know the one where the wife pretends to be the maid and she's seducing the Lord of the Manor with yogurt? When you got into the car, I felt like I was seeing you again, the man who makes my knees weak and my throat dry. Not just the guy who comes home every night, slaps a quick one on my cheek and goes off to watch baseball. You just looked so damn hot and I had forgotten what that felt like.” Oh damn, this wasn't going well. “Wait ... well, I don't mean I forgot. I just hardly ever see you anymore. It was almost as if I really was seeing you for the first time, so I just sort of took it from there and went with the fantasy.” She was glad he wasn't looking her in the eye, her face flushed at the memory of her “cock talk.” “I had to keep in character and play my role or I would have lost my nerve and I already felt like I was losing you.” She squeezed him tighter as hot, salty tears streamed down her face, dripping onto his neck. “I mean, who would have thought Tess Harper would wear a mini skirt, let alone have sex in a rest area? I'm the quintessential good girl, Brody, and I thought maybe if I was just a little naughty, you might 52

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figure I wasn't just a housewife and the mother of your children, maybe you'd would see I could be anything you wanted.” Tess caught herself. “Oh God, now it sounds like I have no self esteem, but I don't care. I was willing to try anything because I love you, Brody. Not that I wouldn't have killed that slut or made you suffer in a big way, but in the end I love you. I wanted it to be like it was, even if it was just for a little while—a weekend. Before the girls, we used to make love on Sunday mornings and stay in bed all day. Do you remember that? Or when we used to get in the car and just drive with no particular place to go. It was just us and I miss that. I love the girls Brody, and I love my life, but I need more from you. I need you to see me as Tess the woman, not just the person who stirs up the Hamburger Helper.” Brody turned to face her, pulling her onto his lap, his handsome grin lopsided. He wiped the tears from her swollen eyes. “I hate Hamburger Helper...” Tess giggled and then laughed out loud. Then she cried some more. Brody tucked her to him and she nuzzled his neck, his arms tightened around her. His voice was husky with regret. “I'm sorry, baby, I guess I just wanted to give you everything I thought you needed and working long hours is a part of that. I wanted you to have all the things you deserve.” “I have everything I need Brody. I don't need things. I need you and your attention ... all of it.” He growled in her ear, swiping at it with his tongue. “How much attention do you need? Because if attention is what you're looking for, I've been told it's my specialty.” 53

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She pressed her breasts against his crisp new T-shirt and eyed him skeptically. “Oh really? And exactly who told you it's your specialty?” She inquired, making her eyes round with feigned curiosity. Brody picked her up and promptly dumped her at the head of the bed. He wiggled his eyebrows lasciviously at her. “Some really hot chic in a mini skirt.” “Oh really, well, would you settle for a naked chic?” He sighed forlornly and shrugged his shoulders. “If I have to...” “Brody?” “Hmm?” “You have to.” She gave him her most stern look and thumped the empty space on the bed beside her with her hand. “Well, if you say so.” Brody tore off his shirt and threw his jeans in a big heap on the floor. His thick, beautiful cock pointed him in her direction like a homing device. He jumped in beside her and pulled her into his arms. She slid her leg between his powerful thighs, the sprinkling of hair on them rasping her skin deliciously. Tess reached between them and stroked his thickness. Wet heat found its way between her thighs. Brody cupped her breast, thumbing her nipple; she arched into his hand, filling his palm with her flesh. “I want you Tess, I will always want you. Only you, never forget that—you're mine,” he whispered possessively. Tess groaned at his words. She lowered herself to his cock and without pretense grasped it firmly between her hands, 54

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wrapping her lips around it. Taking as much of him as she could, she let her tongue do the talking. Licking and swirling the base of his cock, she teased him. Stopping around the engorged tip, she cupped his balls, tight and full, and then speared the entire length of him again. She made a twisting motion with her hand with each deep swallow. Brody grabbed the long locks of her hair, winding them around his fingers, dragging her head forward, encouraging her to take all of him. He impaled her mouth over and over, and she felt shudders ripple through his body and knew he was about to cum. He tugged her upward, lifting her, positioning her aching cunt over his mouth. He ran his fingers through the soft, silken folds of flesh. Tess let her head fall back, savoring his thick callused fingers gliding through her swollen pussy. He kissed her gently at first, feather-light kisses teasing her, and then he swiped at her outer lips with his tongue. Tess sat astride his broad chest, her knees around his neck, holding her breath, waiting to feel his hot tongue penetrate her. Her ass ground against his chest in slow circles as she wound her fingers in his hair. Her body was on fire and dying for him to lick her. Brody brushed her throbbing clit with his hot tongue and Tess thrust forward—her hips had a mind of their own. She ran her fingertips over his lips, delving them into his mouth before tracing a wet pattern over her nipples. Cool air and her fingers, wet with his saliva, collided, making her nipples harden to small pebbles. She rocked 55

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forward gripping the headboard, begging silently for his tongue. He accepted the invitation. He spread her slick flesh open with his thumbs, and licked slowly from stem to stern, stopping once to circle her clit. He licked a slow path of torture and found her clit again, stroking it lazily, lapping her while he reached around and kneaded her ass, pushing her flush to his face, his tongue devouring her. His fingers dug into her flesh as he suckled her clit until she screamed his name and drove her hips toward him in frenzied release. Waves of crashing heat coursed through her, spiraling toward shudder after shudder of orgasm. Brody cupped her ass, pressing her to him and riding her pleasure. She felt the rasp of his tongue as he licked the sweet, musky juice of her cunt. Tess slid down his body, and nestled between his legs, rubbing his hard cock between the lips of her sated cunt and licked his mouth, tasting herself. She straddled him, and with one quick, fluid movement she impaled herself on his engorged cock. Tess caught her breath as he filled her, stretching her delightfully. He was thick and rock hard. She braced her hands on his muscled chest and leaned down to lick his nipples. She heard him grunt as she lifted her hips slowly, inching back up his cock with a moist slide before she thrust hard downward. **** Brody's cock twitched violently in her as she milked the throbbing flesh in her dripping channel. He clamped his teeth together fighting the overwhelming desire to explode. He 56

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cupped her face in his hands, raining kisses on her eyelids; he tasted the salt of a tear and wiped it away with his tongue. “God, Tess,” he moaned, his voice husky and filled with emotion, words he couldn't shape into sentences to tell her what she did to him and how much he loved her. The silky strands of her hair encompassed them and he brushed them out of her face. His eyes locked with hers as he thrust his cock upward, needing to be deeper. “Open your eyes Tess, look at me while I fuck you. Do you see what you do to me? “I love to fuck you Tess, just like this, nice and slow. When your lips are swollen from mine and you're so wet I could drown in you. My cock aches for your cunt, I want to devour you. I want to slam into you over and over again. I love you, baby. I love your body, hot and wet for me.” He cupped her breasts and she held his wrists while he pinched her nipples lovingly. “I love to lick your nipples until they're hard in my mouth. Your breasts are so beautiful ... perfect.” Her cunt clenched his cock in response to his loving words as her hips swayed. He reached between them as he thrust upward again, pumping slowly. He cupped her cunt and felt her swollen clit scrape the palm of his hand. He brought her nipple to his mouth and wrapped his lips around the hard bud. He heard Tess’ whimper and he increased the tempo, stabbing upward into her, licking and stroking. His cock slid in and out of her fiery depths, harder and faster. He put his arms around her and rolled her over onto her back and continued stroking, plunging deeper with long deep swipes. Tess wrapped her legs around his waist and 57

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lifted her hips high, meeting his strokes, using the heels of her feet on his ass to push him deeper. His inflamed cock hammered against her silken walls, making her gasp and cling helplessly to his broad shoulders. **** Brody's body arched upward, the corded muscles in his neck straining. Tess could feel his release was near and she let go, let the undeniable heat they created carry her away. Spasms of pleasure rocked her body as Brody threw his head back and called her name. Hot spurts of his seed washed her inner walls and he collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in quick, short gasps for air. Tess’ chest heaved with his weight, but she held him tightly to her, touching his face and running her fingers through his hair. She whispered words of love and reassurance, and of forever.

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Chapter 9 They lay together quietly for a long time, touching. His lips sought hers over and over again. When she nestled her body to his, his cock stirred again. Tess grabbed his semi-hard shaft, caressing it until he was hard again. His eyes slid open and he grunted. He needed some questions answered first. “When do we have to return the car?” “Oh, can't I keep it Brody? Look how well having that hot sports car turned out ... I picked up a really sexy hitchhiker. Can't get one of those in a mini van, it sorta screams kids, ruins the whole image of the slut thing, ya know?” She cocked her eyebrow at him and giggled. “There will be no more hitchhikers for you, young lady!” “Oh all right, we have to return it tomorrow.” “Good, now ... where'd you get that vibrator?” **** Oh crap. Tess squirmed when he rolled over, sprawling his big body on top of hers, pinning her to the bed, staring her down. So tell him, her inner slut offered. What's the big deal? “The internet,” she supplied, her face beginning to get warm. “Have you been using it ... I mean, well you know ... at home?” Oh, that was the trouble. “Jealous?” “Am not!” 59

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“Oh yes you are, and no, that was the first time, why?” **** “Does it feel better than me?” He had to know. Insecure? His cock taunted. Am not! Are so. All right maybe a little, oh okay ... a lot. **** “Well how do you mean better?” She was working on keeping a straight face, but couldn't resist teasing him a little. She watched his face change colors with amusement. “You know what I mean.” She knew exactly what he meant, and wiggled her hips under him, still holding his cock as she asked, “Oh Brody, how could that pink plastic thing compare to this...” she tugged gently at his hard flesh “rod of love?” **** He laughed. Well, of course. **** Much later they showered together and changed. Tess threw on a pair of jeans. Brody admired her rounded ass while he was gathering up her suitcase. She wanted to go home and sleep in their bed. He'd promised from now on one night a week would be theirs, even if they had to send the girls to Siberia. They'd do whatever she wanted to do as long as it was with him. She'd asked if they could use the vibrator, he agreed, as long as she would talk dirty to him. Brody's chest felt tight. They had come close to losing one another and he wasn't taking any more chances. God, he 60

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loved her, every last inch, but especially in that mini skirt. He grinned, big and goofy, to himself. “What are you smiling about?” She asked as she wrapped her arm around his waist, joining him by the trunk of the car. Her hair smelled of raspberries and sunshine, her face was freshly scrubbed and she looked like his Tess again, but damn, that mini skirt... “I was wondering where your mini skirt was...?” “Brody.” “Yup, honey?” She threw the keys at him, and winked. “Shut up and drive.” The End.

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About the Author: Dakota Cassidy admits freely she never gave much thought to writing anything more challenging than the grocery list. She still can't explain how this has all happened. One minute she was a mild mannered house wife by day reading the stuff, the next she was banging her fingers to bloody stumps pounding out a story on her laptop. With the support of her husband and a really pushy (but wonderful) friend, she bit the bullet sent in her story and hit the ground running. She admits that she's now a slave to her laptop, spinning hot and sexy tales and creating new characters to play with. Dakota's stories are all about a good laugh, quirky yet passionate, a lethal combination for sure. She would love to hear your comments. Please drop by her website at www.dakotacassidy.com.

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