The Ride

The Ride

Eva padded from the kitchen into the living room, the soles of her bare feet whispering against the worn carpet.  Leaning a shoulder into the arc between the two rooms, she let her gaze trail over him in appreciation.  Mox was a contradiction in so many ways.  Ferocious, yet loving.  A devastating force of destruction when riled, yet empathetic.  He showed no mercy toward his enemies, but to her, he was a gentle giant.  Beneath the tattoos and the thick muscles covering the biker’s frame resided the innocence and eager affection one could only find in the heart of a child.

They were alike in so many ways, two pages from the same story.  Both abandoned by their parents, both so hungry and desperate for love, both always coming up short no matter how hard they tried.  When they met, they had both been damaged, scarred, and withdrawn.  It was in that shared pain and sorrow that they found a common bond, and the rest had just fallen into place.  He had saved her, pulling her back from the brink of death the night he found her frozen and unconscious near the dumpster behind the bar.  Then, again in a dark moment when fear reared its ugly head and she had feared all hope was lost. 

He glanced up, one eye still trained on the plasma TV in front of him.  “Hey, Laney bug.”

She smiled at the nickname.  A special endearment taken from her middle name, Elaine, and one only he called her.

“Hey, big boy.”

Standing back, she admired him for a long moment.  The chiseled line of his jaw, the soft swell of his bottom lip, the way his grey eyes narrowed with concentration as he battled to get another first down.  She marveled at the sheer size of his hands as one came up to rub the top of his shaved head in frustration.

Lips curled into a playful smile, she crossed the room and slid into his lap.  He shifted, giving her more room to sit as his massive arms wrapped around her in a bone-crushing hug.  Eva threw her arms around his neck, straddling him on the leather sectional, as she pulled him in for a kiss.  A moan of protest vibrated against her lips as he fumbled to pause his game.

“Why don’t you put that thing down for a while and play with me?” she teased.  “What’s it got that I don’t have?”

“The Bears.”

She pondered that for a moment, her heart aching at his serious tone, until she saw the smile he fought so hard to contain inch across his face.  Eva scowled at his boyish grin, giving his chest a thud with her fist.

“Ouch.”  A sulk crossed his features and creased his brow as he rubbed his abused pec.

“Serves you right, Miles.”

His brow shot up in disbelief and it was her turn to fight a smile.

“Are we going to go down that road again?” he rumbled.  “My name isn’t Miles.  It’s Mox.”

“Bet that’s not what your driver’s license says.”

“It lies.”

“Uh huh,” she quipped.  “So does your X-Box controller,” she said, snatching it off the couch beside him.  Holding it behind her back, she let it fall to the carpet.  “Right… on… the floor.”

“Oh, you are going to pay for that, woman.”

His voice lowered to a promising growl that sent an instant surge of heat spiraling through her system.  A sharp cry tumbled from her lips as his huge paw connected against her ass with a resounding smack.  Before she could catch her breath, he stood, tossing her over his shoulder in one effortless motion.  Her struggles earned her another swat that, even through her jeans, set her skin on fire as he carried her down the hall.

One heavy bicep pressed against her, preventing escape, as he threw open their bedroom door.  Eva’s heart hammered as he shut it and set her on her feet.  Pressing against the triple dresser behind her in uncertainty, she swallowed as he turned to face her.  His arms folded across the broad expanse of his chest while he stared down his nose at her for a long moment.  Each passing second made her heart hammer harder, the sound of her blood roaring in her ears the only noise to break the silence.

Oh she was going to pay alright.  Eva could see it in his eyes.  However, it was unbridled passion, not anger, that darkened those pools into turbulent storm clouds.

“Take off your jeans.”

His voice was low and commanding.  It weakened her knees and brought a damp trickle between her thighs.

“But--”

“Now, Eva, or they will be missing buttons and seams.”

Groaning low in her throat, she undid the button with trembling fingers before easing the denim over the trim curve of her hips.  A pout graced her lips as she peeked up at him under lowered lashes.  She could feel the searing heat of his gaze moving over her body in slow deliberation, sense him weighing his next move.

“Shirt too.”

A petulant huff sounded through her nose, but she pulled the black baby tee over her head.  Giving her long ebony locks a quick tousle, she eyed Mox as he pressed closer.  A gasp left her lips as he yanked her against him, making her body collide with the solid wall of his chest.  Breathless, she didn’t protest as one of his massive fists wound in her hair, pulling her head back until his mouth crushed against hers.  The kiss was bruising in its passion, leaving no question of who was in charge.

His hand slid from her hair and she found herself lifted in his arms.  Her legs wrapped around his waist seconds before he spun, slamming her back against the door.  Hands splayed against the hard muscled planes of his back, she moaned as his hips ground against hers without mercy.  The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her sex, rocking until her clit began to throb with desperate need.

Aching, she dug her heels into the firm swell of his ass in an attempt to increase the pressure.  A low chuckle vibrated through his chest, a merciless taunt.  Eva couldn’t bite back a tortured groan as he pulled back, the shift of his hips robbing her of all sweet contact.

“You think you deserve it?” he rumbled.

She knew better than to answer.  Truth was, she didn’t know and she didn’t care.  Her eyes drifted shut as his big fingers unhooked her bra.  Impatient, he propped her up against the wall as he yanked the straps down over her arms and tossed the garment across the room.  She held on tight, her lips parting in a moan of ecstasy as his head dipped and the searing heat of his mouth sealed over her nipple.  Gooseflesh erupted along her skin as his tongue flicked back and forth across the hardening peak.  Her hips strained and she writhed helpless in his grasp, desperate to rock against him once more.

Mox held back, his head shaking back and forth, his discouraging rumble sending a renewed shiver of delight racing down her spine.  One arm held her up while the other snaked between them.  Eva tensed as she felt him shove the thin strip of her thong aside.  Her breath caught as his gaze lifted over the swell of her breasts to lock with hers.  The corners of his mouth lifted into a devilish grin and the room spun as he pushed a thick digit deep inside her.

Her tiny frame moved up and down in his arms, driven by the deep, probing thrust of his finger.  Head thrown back, she clamped her eyes shut in bliss, her body shifting in his grasp in a frantic quest for release.  Mox brought her to the brink and stopped.  He withdrew his hand, leaving her empty, aching, and desperate.

“Please.”  Her entreaty was a breathless pant.

His iron gaze locked with hers and despite herself, she felt her body growing wetter.

“You started this game,” he murmured.

His lips grazed hers in the lightest of brushes, his chuckle sounding between them as she strained to increase the contact and claim a kiss.  Mox pulled back.  Frustrated, she let her head thud against the door behind her.  However, the distinct sound of grating metal filled the room, sending a renewed surge of hope and heat deep into her core.  Both strong arms wrapped around her again, and Eva held her breath in nervous anticipation.

The engorged length of his cock slid along her slit, an unleashed monster, hot velvet wrapped around steel.  Her nails bit deep into the broad expanse of his shoulders as Mox’s hands cupped her ass and lifted her up.  His eyes locked with hers as he pushed into her in one slow, steady thrust.  Fully impaled and stretched to the limit of her body’s endurance, Eva gave a low whimper.  The press of her fingers increased as she rode out the initial pain and he waited for her body to adjust to the intrusion.

Impatient, Mox ground deeper, settling against the entrance to her womb.  A pleading moan, half pleasure, half pain tumbled from her lips.  She watched his brow lift in response.  Her heels dug into him, encouraging him to still, but he had other plans.  Pulling back, he slid almost all of the way out before driving back in.  She couldn’t hold back her shameless cry.

He plunged into her ruthlessly, the door behind her shaking, her body lifting and being driven upwards with each powerful thrust.  Eva held on for dear life, her nails digging deep into his skin.  Her body bordered near the edge of ecstasy, but the angle and pace held orgasm at bay.

A low growl rumbled deep within his chest seconds before Mox spun them around without warning.  She cried out, her hands splaying against the smooth wood of the dresser, knocking several items over in her clumsy landing.  The cold, unyielding surface pressed firmly against her ass, a stark contrast to her heated flesh.  Huge hands grabbed her hips, strong fingers pressing deep into her the bone as he yanked her to the edge.

Through half-slitted eyes, she watched the thick muscles in his body ripple and flex as he pounded her with renewed zeal.  His calloused palms clamped over her breasts, pushing them up and together before catching her nipples in a pinch.  She sucked in her breath with a sharp hiss of pleasure as he rolled his thumbs across the sensitive nubs.  The need to touch him was overwhelming and she splayed a tentative hand across his chest.

Shaking his head, Mox caught both her hands.  His body bowed over hers and in one quick swipe, he pinned her wrists against the dresser mirror.  Arched over backward, she felt her body clamp even tighter around his enormous shaft.  Each demanding thrust caused more friction, striking deep and without mercy.  Moaning, she squirmed, still trying to reach the pinnacle of pleasure.  The determined set of his jaw and look in her lover’s eyes promised she would not find the release she so desperately sought.

His pace slowed, a knowing gleam dancing in his stormy eyes as Mox eased in and out of her grasping body.  Each sensuous roll of his hips sent her teetering perilously close to the edge.  Then, without warning, he scooped her off the dresser.  Whirling, they tumbled onto the rumpled comforter spread across the bed.

The soft down greeted her back, enveloping her in a plush cradle.  Mox‘s lips brushed against hers, this time settling in for a passionate kiss.  She moaned against the demanding press of his mouth in hunger and delight.  Her back bowed off the mattress in a supine arch as his big hands slid under Eva and he rolled against her in a slow, sensuous grind.

The need in her swelled to unbearable proportions.  Her entire body pulsated and throbbed, the blistering tingle branching through every nerve ending.  The sweet smell of leather and aftershave infiltrated her senses making her head swim.  His tongue slid across hers, leaving the decadent taste of chocolate in its wake.  She felt her body start to clamp and quiver, bracing for the final explosion.  Mox’s suffering groan and the bite of his fingers sent her screaming over the edge.  Pleasure, intense and blinding exploded through her system.

He carried her sweetly through the last throes, but once Eva lay limp and breathless beneath him, Mox no longer held back.  He pistoned into her, his powerful thrusts hitting in deep, rapid succession until he tensed and roared his own release.

Her breath came in ragged spurts; her body felt achy and bruised, claimed but content.  The chill of the room became more noticeable against her sweat-slicked skin and she shivered.  Feeling the gentle brush of fingers near her temple, Eva opened her eyes and greeted Mox with a dazed smile.  He pulled her against his side and wrapped his arms around her.  Giving a little rumble of content, he rubbed his hands up and down her arms, chasing away the cold.

She snuggled closer, the steady thump of his heart sounding beneath her ear. 

“What the heck got into you?” she whispered, tracing an admiring finger down the chiseled outline of his pec.

Mox’s deep chuckle made her wriggle against him. 

“Oh. I don’t know,” he murmured.  “Two sets of hot as hell dimples and a nagging feeling someone needed to be taught who was in control.”

Pressing her face against him, Eva hugged her giant tight and hid a contented grin.  She couldn’t bring herself to say she was sorry, because she wasn’t.  Not for every moment of hell she spent before finding the safety of his arms, and not for one second of the heaven she spent in them.  If she had to do it all again, she would.

He had saved her, and she hoped in some small way, she had saved him too.  Though the world had thrown them away and written them off as nothing, they clung to each other with all they had.  It was all they knew.

Life had a funny way of working out sometimes; but in the end, it was always the ride that made it worthwhile.


WC ~2407

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ID: 1445042   (Rated: 18+) Erotic Tales of Pleasure & Pain~closed!   Valentine's Day is coming, but what if you like your erotica a little naughty? by Mara ♣ McBain