Page 27 of Road to Ruin
She freezes. Sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. A look passes between us, and I see it: she wants me to fuck her over the hood of the car. My blood is liquid napalm. My hands aren’t obeying me anymore. I rip open the door, grab her around the waist, and I climb out of the car, my heart surging in my chest like a motherfucking freight train. I lower her to the ground, spinning her around, then I forcefully bend her over. She slaps her palms against the gleaming hood of the car, crying out as I take a handful of her hair. I jerk her head back toward me, leaning forward so I can growl into her ear.
“This is what you want? For everyone to see me destroying your pussy? Once we start this, I’m not fucking stopping, Nikita.”
She sounds like she’s been running a marathon. I can feel her pulse racing beneath my hand as I slide it up over her rib cage, cupping her breast and squeezing. “Yes,” she pants. “I want it. I don’t want you to stop.”
Green light. Green for motherfucking go. I reach around and unfasten her jeans in one fast, smooth motion, then I’m ripping the denim down her body. I deal with my own pants next. In two seconds, I have my rock-hard dick in my hand and I’m sliding my fingers inside her pussy.
She’s wet all right. She’s so fucking wet. I can smell how turned on she is and it’s fucking dizzying. I drop to my knees on the spot, burying my face between her legs from behind. She tastes phenomenal. My mind is reeling as I dip my tongue between her thighs, teasing her clit, sliding my fingers and tongue inside her at the same time. She moans, and it’s as though the world is tilting sideways. I can’t handle how hot she is. It’s driving me fucking crazy.
With other girls, I might wait to test them, gauging their reactions before I go anywhere near their asses. Not tonight, though. I rub my hand over the swell of her flesh, barely able to hold back as I dig my fingers into her skin. Sliding my other hand between her ass cheeks, I tease her, stroking, gently probing, exploring her body, listening to the strained sounds of pleasure working their way out of her mouth. She’s not hating the attention I’m showing her; she’s fucking loving it. I press a little further, carefully sliding my fingers inside her ass, and she tenses, her whole body going rigid. She doesn’t tell me to stop, though. I wait, just in case she needs a moment to object, but then she pushes back against me, angling her hips, asking for more, and I can’t fucking take it anymore.
“Dirty fucking girl.” I slap her ass. She’s earned the punishment. She needs it. I slap her again, my hand stinging, leaving a bright red mark on her ass, visible under the streetlight. She gasps, swearing under her breath. She leans further over the hood of the car, her head turned to one side, resting on the still-warm metal. “I want to hear you,” I inform her, slowly running my hand up and down the length of my hard-on. “I want to hear you when I fuck you, Nikita. Don’t you dare hold back.”
“I won’t. Just do it. Do it now. Please.”
She doesn’t need to beg. I can hear the need in her voice; it’s like an open flame, spreading from her to me, consuming, burning, destroying. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t stop myself now. The control I’ve fought so hard to maintain over the past few years has slipped away, vanished. The only way I’m going to regain my sanity is if I fuck her until we’re both spent.
I brace myself as I thrust into her. I already know how tight she is. I noticed when I was pumping my fingers inside her just now, but I’m not ready for the intense wall of pleasure that grips hold of me as I inch myself deeper and deeper.
“Ahh! Fuck!” She writhes against me as I push myself as deep as I can go. I have to still myself for a second. The sensation of her clenching, tightening even further around my cock, is enough to wind me for a moment.
She is so goddamn perfect. I can’t stand it. She arches her back, moaning softly, her fingernails scratching at the Challenger’s paintwork. “So fucking sexy,” I grind out. “So. Fucking. Sexy.”
I slowly pull out, and Nikita shivers beneath me. When I slam myself back inside her, I hold there for a second, my hands working fast as I take hold of the straps of her shirt, ripping them down over her shoulders. She’s not wearing a bra. With her tits bare to the night air, I roll and pinch her nipples, making her suck in a sharp, surprised breath.
I fuck her, then. I fuck her like my life depends on it. I lose myself in her, my hands roaming and claiming every inch of her body, and every time I thrust upward, she cries out, her voice hoarse and desperate. I’m not going to lie: this power I have over her right now is thrilling. She’s been caustic and rude since the second she laid eyes on me, so to have her literally bending to my will is addicting.
I’m getting seriously close to coming when I notice the woman watching us from the window of the house next door. The room she’s standing in is dark and in shadow, but the pale white of the dress she’s wearing is clearly visible. Her hand is covering her mouth, her eyes fixed on Nikita as I slam myself inside her.
I don’t say a word. I stop what I’m doing and I spin Nikita over, lifting her, laying her down on the hood of the car so she’s lying on her back.
She wraps her legs around my waist, and I sink myself deep inside her pussy again, palming and kneading her bare breasts. The woman next door doesn’t turn away. She hovers to the left of the window, watching, unmoving.
“Shit,” Nikita gasps. Her head is angled back, the muscles in her throat working as she looks up. She sees the woman, but she doesn’t tell me to stop. She reaches down, her hands grasping my hips and my thighs as I fuck her even harder. Nikita’s body bows when she comes, her shout of pleasure ripping free from her body like a bullet from a gun. I roar as I come, too, our voices tearing through the otherwise silent night air. My whole body feels like it’s ringing like a struck bell. Holy…fucking…shit…
I bow over Nikita, taking her nipples into my mouth one at a time as I catch my breath. She’s as exhausted as I am, as completely and utterly spent.
“Well. That’s going to make getting the morning paper slightly awkward,” she says eventually.
“Don’t pretend like you give a shit,” I say, smirking wickedly. “You fucking loved having an audience.”
“Yeah. Maybe you’re right.” She smiles, and it’s a rueful, secret expression that makes me think there might be a handful of other kinky things Nikita would be into, given the opportunity. She’s so…God, there aren’t even words to describe her properly. She’s an enigma, unfathomable, so different to every other woman I’ve met. Worryingly, she’s the first woman I’ve come across that I actually want to get to know better.
She slides off the car, dressing herself quickly, her eyes shining brightly in the dark, the iris of her blue eye almost a pale silver color, the iris of her brown eye almost black. “Go home, Tommy Kendrick. Figure out what you’re going to do about West.” I zip up my fly and lean against the car, arms folded across my chest, trying not to smile as she walks herself to her front door. She lets herself in, pausing on the doorstep before she vanishes inside. “Oh, and by the way?”
“Mmm?”
“Don’t come back here again. That capital T doesn’t stand for Tommy. It stands for trouble, and I have enough of that in my life already as it is.”
“Oh, I’ll be back all right, sweetheart. You know it, and so do I. Wild horses couldn’t keep me away from this doorstep.”
The door slams closed, and my laughter rings out into the night.
