The city lights blur past as I weave through traffic, my mind racing with thoughts of whatawaits us. From what I have seen of her ex-boyfriend, it looks like this stop will be an interesting one. And from what I have seen of her, it looks like anything can happen when she is in charge. I’m not sure whether I’m more curious or cautious, but whatever is the case I am sure she will do something I am not expecting.
I spot her car ahead, swerving slightly as she takes a shortcut through a side street, right on time before I lose her. I follow closely, my heart pounding with both the thrill of the chase and the worry for her safety. There is nothing better than the adrenaline a race has to offer. Even if that race is chasing your girl down the road to punish her cheating ex-boyfriend.
We approach a motel, its neon sign flickering invitingly. She pulls in, and I park right beside her. It doesn’t seem like the right place, but I have afeeling she knows what she is doing. I open my door to get out of the car, only to see her already waiting out of hers, with her arms crossed on her chest and legs crossed as she sits on the hood of her car, with a smirk on her face.
“Nice of you to join me.” She teases.
“You had a head start, Pinkie. Don’t let it go over your pretty little head.” I say as I approach her.
She uncrosses her legs, opening them. I take my place between her thighs and pull her closer as I force her to lean on the hood, claiming her lips with mine. She moans into my kiss as my hand wanders between her legs.
“I thought we were here for my ex.” She whispers into the kiss, lust hidden in her words.
“Detour” I whisper back with a laugh. My fingers find the button of her shorts and make theirway inside it, under the fabric of her panties. She arches her body more, lifting it slightly from the car. I press her clit with my fingers, rubbing soft circles on the swollen bud.
“That’s an interesting detour.” She whispers.
The smirk on her face is more than an indication that I have the green light here, but for the sake of the play, I pretend as if her words offended me.
“If you don’t agree with my choice of detour, Pinkie, we can go straight for your boyfriend instead.”
I say and begin to slowly pull my hand away, but she stops me. She guides it back to the same spot, pressing with her own over the denim fabric of her shorts. Without breaking eye contact, she lifts her body and slides the pair of shorts down her thighs, her panties along with it. Shemesses with the button of my pants while my fingers slide inside her, prepping her body for me. I can feel evidence of my cum still remaining inside her as I finger-fuck her harder, moans leaving her lips.
She frees my cock from its jail and starts stroking me, matching the rhythm of my fingers as we both tease each other in the empty parking lot. My eyes drift around, making sure we are still alone as I push forward.
She guides my cock inside her, a moan leaving both our lips in sync. I pull away, almost getting out of her, only to push back inside her pussy, burying myself balls deep into her.
“That feels so good.” She whimpers as I continue thrusting inside her, each movement more brutal than the next. I can feel her rushing to her orgasm, her fingers rubbing circles on her clit as I chase mine. It doesn’t take long for her pussy tostart milking my cock as she reaches the peak of her release causing my own in the process. I empty inside her with a groan, and she pulls me closer her nails digging into the skin of my back.
“Fuck, pinkie. I almost forgot the reason we are here.” I joke as I pull away from her, fixing my clothes while she does the same.
She chuckles and hops off the hood of the car, landing on her heels like it’s the easiest thing. She throws her hair into a ponytail, concealing the last evidence of our side activities, and starts walking toward the stairs that lead to the rooms of the motel.
“Are you coming?” She yells without turning to look at me.
“Always.” I reply with a smirk following her.
I will always follow you, Pinkie.
Chapter 7
Nova
“This is it.” I say and point to the room I know Craig has been renting on the weekends. He is under the impression that I don’t know about half the shit he is doing on the side, or who he is doing on the side. But I do. Seven different women. Seven women he has cheated on me with. The blonde was the first he dared to bring to the races.
He introduced her to his friends.My friends.He flirted with her in public. Often at a race. Often in front of me. As if I were blind. Cheating on me and rubbing it in my face is an entirely different thing. Imight forgive the first, but the second is calling for trouble. Even though I usually try to avoid trouble, exceptions are to be made.
“Good. Time to have some fun, love.” Ash replies as he catches up with me.
We might need to work on his cardio; he almost got taken out by a set of stairs on our way to the third floor. I have been standing in front of this door for longer than I should have, but he is finally here, at least. He runs his fingers through his green hair and tosses it into a messy bun as he gets ready for what comes next. His t-shirt rises with every movement, revealing the gun tucked in his belt. He could literally hold a red flag, and I would welcome him with open legs and a smile.
I shake the horny thoughts from my head and bang on the door with my fist before I yell. “Room Service.” I try to change my voice enough, but myattempt sounds more like the same sound I make during an orgasm. Craig is not the sharpest tool in the toolbox, though, and I kind of doubt he would recognize it since he never actually managed to get me off.
“Did you just use your orgasm voice to mask your real voice?” Ash says with a chuckle and I wink at him.
“It’s not like Craig will recognize it.”
Ash bursts into laughter, but he quickly shakes it off. I see him visually composing himself before he bangs on the door with his fist next. Keeping his voice low for only me to hear. “That’s both sad and pathetic for different reasons.”
