Page 59 of Ride Hard
“Just for a few hours,” Chaserechoed.
We sat, coiled around one another for a few minutes, on the verge of fucking, before Chaserspoke.
“I like it when you wear that T-shirt,” he said, his hands finding their way through thearmholes.
It had been an old, men’s tee I’d bought from a thrift store and cut off the arms so I could wear it as a modified woman’s muscle tank. The neck was all stretched out, the material was faded as, but the wolf printed on the front was too badass to leave behind. The armholes were too big, and as a result, my bra showed through at the sides along with a great deal of skin. I usually wore it with another top underneath, but the sun was out, and I was with Chaser. Two things high in temperature that needed less clothes to bearound.
“You like this shirt because you can almost see my tits,” Ideclared.
“Thattoo.”
“I don’t get you sometimes,” I murmured, squirming when his fingers unhooked my bra. I felt the tension of the material loosen over my breasts, and my nipplespeaked.
“We’re pretending.” Chaser grunted, distracted by his rising hard-on.
“The only thing we’re pretending is the nature of our road trip,” I retorted. “This… The way I feel when you touch me, when you…” I bit my lip as his palms found my breasts and massaged. “I’m not pretendingthen.”
A hand slipped from my breast and delved between my legs. I gasped as he cupped my sex in hispalm.
“Ever been fingered in a lake before?” he whispered into myear.
“I’m not sure I want tadpoles up me,” I replied, moving againsthim.
“There aren’t any tadpoles in thislake.”
“How do youknow?”
“Mine will overpower them.” He grinned, and the rare appearance of a smile on his lips made me meltinside.
Letting me go, he leaned over and pulled off my boots and then my socks before he made quick work of hisown.
“Oh, you’re serious?” I asked, watching as he stood and dropped hisjeans.
“Deadly.”
My jeans were off in a flash, and I was into the lake before he could blink. The water swirled around my bare legs, cooling the heat radiating from my skin. Rocks dug into my feet as I waded out until the water lapped around my waist, soaking my T-shirt andpanties.
Chaser wasn’t so modest. He stripped completely naked and followed me into the water, his cock semi-erect.
“Aren’t you worried you’ll shrivel up in the cold?” I asked with a smirk as he wrapped his arms around my waist and held meclose.
“Feel that?” He rubbed against my thigh, his eyes sparkling. “I don’t have a problem withshrinkage.”
“You definitely don’t.” I bit my bottom lip and clenched my ladybits.
I gasped as his fingers found my clit and swirled. A bolt of pleasure sparked through the sensitive bud, and I moved against histouch.
“Do you like that?” he whispered in myear.
I nodded, clutching ontohim.
“How about this?” His fingers pushed my panties aside and slid through my folds before dipping into my opening. Once, twice, and a thirdtime.
“Chaser.”
He delved deeper within me, stroking my walls and caressing my clit with his palm. My eyes rolled, and I grasped his shoulders, widening mystance.
“You’re so wet, Sloane. Always so fuckingwet…”
