Taking A Ride

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Cheryl sat on the bench, waiting for the bus, her legs crossed, swinging her foot idly. She read from one of Stephen King's latest novels, twirling a lock of blue-black hair in her fingers and chewing on a wad of bubble gum. She was oblivious to the loud traffic zipping along in front of her, and to everything else around her, which was why she was startled when a large shadow fell across her. She looked up to where an a normal person would be a head...and saw a barely covered chest. She perused the tattoos that were displayed all over his arms, admiring the designs before letting her eyes drift up to the stranger's face. She stopped chewing and just stared, mesmerized, at the most strikingly gorgeous green eyes she'd ever seen in her life. Those orbs were watching her intently, face expressionless. He abruptly reached down with one hand and plucked the book from her nerveless fingers, and with the other, grasped her wrist and pulled her to her feet, towing her along to a huge motorcycle parked at the curb.

Cheryl finally shook herself mentally of his drugging effect and halted, yanking at her wrist. He stopped and glanced at her.

"I don't know who you are or what the hell you think you're doing, but you'd better let me go or I'll scream every window down this street out of its frame!"

The stranger jerked her toward him and caught her face between his huge hands,, tilting her head back. Cheryl gasped as his mouth descended on hers, forcing it open and thrusting his tongue inside the slick depths. She felt a jolt of heat race through her as his tongue-pierced, she noticed-glided over every crevice and corner of her mouth. She clutched his denim vest as her knees buckled and she fell against him, her breasts crushed into his massive chest.

He lifted his head after a long moment, staring down into her golden-brown eyes, then with a mischievous glint in his eye, he blew a bubble...a big bubble that popped in her face. It was then that she realized that her gum was missing. She glared at him, watching him reach up and pulled the sticky mess from his mouth and dropped it on the ground before grasping her hips and swinging her around to settle her on the seat of the bike. She blinked in surprise at the swiftness of the move, but before she could gather her scattered wits and protest, he climbed onto the bike and revved the motor before speeding away. She grabbed ahold of his waist and held on as he made a sharp turn and peeled rubber onto the on-ramp of the freeway. She pressed her face into his broad back, grateful for the shield it provided against the wind.

She didn't know how long they'd been driving, but he finally pulled off the freeway and down a few streets until he reached a small house, where he pulled up into the garage.

Cheryl hopped off immediately after it had come to a complete stop and whirled on this man who'd practically kidnapped her, hands on hips and glaring up at him. "You have a nerve! I should call the police on you."

"Baby, you won't be calling anyone...unless it's my name when you come for me," he growled, taking a step toward her.

She backed up, flushing brightly at his words. "I don't even know your name...not that it matters to me. I'm getting out of here."

"My name's Mark and you're not going anywhere." He caught her arm and dragged her behind him into the house. She tried to twist away, never thinking of actually screaming like she threatened. He hauled her through several rooms until he came to a huge bedroom dominated by a king-size waterbed covered in black silk. He turned and lifted her, dumping her in the middle of it and crossed his arms over his chest, both bristling with muscle. She quickly sat up and scooted to the head of the bed, frowning at him.

"I'm not going to-to...this is not going to happen!" she exclaimed in outrage. She gasped as he began unbuttoning his vest, dropping it to the floor, then started on his pants. "Stop that right now!"

He paused for a moment, studying her closely, then continued stripping off his clothes until he was fully naked. Cheryl gaped at him in shock...and fascination. The man was absolutely magnificent! Her eyes wandered over him avidly, unaware she was doing so. She admired the way his wide shoulders and broad chest tapered into lean hips and ridged belly, then long heavily muscled thighs and calves. Her eyes were transfixed by his fully erect shaft, large, throbbing and obviously ready to pleasure the recipient of that length. She felt her mouth go dry and her insides clench, her nipples harden. She hadn't had a man in over three months and the sight of this spectacular specimen of manhood made her damp with kindling desire. She tore her eyes away from his display and looked up into his amused gaze, flushing with embarrassment that he'd seen her gawking at him. He climbed onto the bed, stalking her like a panther. She rolled away, wanting to put as much distance between them as she could, but he caught her ankle, pulling her inexorably back toward him.

Instinctively, she drew her free foot back, intending to smash the heel into the side of his head. But when she swung it, Her ankle was quickly and firmly caught by another strong hand and she was deftly flipped onto her back. Before she could try another tack of escape, his body launched itself on top of her, knocking all the air from her. He slipped his hands beneath her tank top, grasping her breasts firmly, groaning softly.

"Ahh, baby," he murmured. "I see you didn't wear a bra for me." He slanted his mouth over hers, exploring her moist interior, while his hands squeezed and molded her flesh in his palms, teasing and plucking the nipples till they were hard and throbbing.

Cheryl made protesting sounds in her throat, shoving at his massive shoulders. When he finally lifted his head, she hissed, "Get the hell off me!"

He only gave her a faintly amused smile and, pushing her top up, lowered his mouth to her breast, capturing a stiff peak between his teeth, flicking his tongue stud over it. She arched, moaning in surprise. He enclosed it lightly with his lips, tugging and sucking.

"Oh!" she gasped, throwing her head back, fingers curling into the hard muscles of his shoulders. He kneaded the breast with the one hand while the other slowly moved across her ribs and down over her thighs, sliding up under her denim skirt to stroke her tender inner thigh, then cupped her silk-clad womanhood. He pressed the heel of his hand against the moist warmth, growling deep in his throat as she tilted her hips involuntarily against him, making little mewling sounds of pleasure that drove him wild with lust.

Cheryl caught her breath as he ripped her sheer panties away and buried his fingers inside her, moving to the other breast to suckle avidly. She writhed beneath him, moaning as he dipped his fingers in and out slowly, sensuously massaging the tight, throbbing bud of her clit.

"Ohh, Mark!" she whimpered. "Ahhh, God...yes!"

Mark rose up onto his knees, looking down at her, his long auburn hair sifting lightly onto his muscular shoulders in a tangled wave, his gray-green eyes intent as he scrutinized her body. He swiftly removed her clothes, then, reaching above her head, he pulled out a pair of steel handcuffs. Before Cheryl could object, he snapped them on her wrists, plucking something from the nightstand drawer.

He held the object in his hand, stroking it, caressing it lovingly, watching her eyes widen in surprise.

"What-what are you going to do with that?" She'd meant to demand strongly, but it came out in a raspy whisper.

Mark looked down at the large vibrator filling his hand, only slightly smaller than his own erect shaft. He glanced back up at her, a wry crooked grin on his face.

"What do you usually do with a vibrator?" She yanked at her bonds, her breathing becoming harsh and fast. He waited for her to settle down before he switched it on. He trailed the vibrating tip over her cheekbone, down her jaw, across her lips, pressing firmly, urging her silently to open her mouth.

"Open up, baby," he murmured. "I want to see you suck it."

She shook her head, clamping her lips closed. He persisted, grasping her jaw with one hand, forcing her mouth open and sliding the head inside. She felt the pulse of the warm, flesh-like device. She instinctively closed her lips around it, hearing Mark grunt in satisfaction.

"That's right, love. Suck it...pretend it's me in your mouth. Mmmm, slide your tongue over the ridges. Can you feel the veins in the cock?"

Cheryl moaned both at his words and his deep rumbling voice, finding herself doing as he'd gently directed, their gazes locked.

After a moment, he tugged the dildo from her mouth and traced the outline of her lips, then down her throat. He circled her nipples with the throbbing wet tip, brushing them to hard erectness. He moved lower over her abdomen, then up her inner thighs, resting lightly on the tight curls.

"Spread your legs for me," he commanded, nudging a leg with his knee. When she obliged, he drew the head down over the sensitive clit, toying with it, teasing it mercilessly before moving lower to ease it into her. He watched as her sheath swallowed the big vibrator, groaning as he saw, as well as felt, her internal muscles clench on it. He pulled it out, then glided it back in, enjoying her whimpers of pleasure and her arching hips. He massaged her clitoris, plunging the vibrator deeply again and again, encouraging her desire higher with his manipulations and softly spoken words.

"yeah, baby...that feels good, doesn't it? I bet you're so tight." He quickened his ministrations, thrusting the imitation shaft deep, then withdrawing it, only to push it back in.

Cheryl panted and moaned, twisting and thrashing as she felt her climax approaching fast. Abruptly, she screamed, bucking hard off the bed when he firmly pressed down on her clit.

"Yes...yes, love," he growled approvingly. "you come so pretty...so sweetly." He gently pulled the dildo from her, feeling her insides try to hold onto it spasmodically. He tossed it onto the floor, straightening to study her, hands resting on his thickly muscled thighs.

She sighed and opened her eyes to find Mark watching her closely. Her eye was caught by the movement of his hands stroking up and down the insides of his thighs, nudging his balls with his thumbs. She gave a little gasp when he took them in his hands and began to rub and squeeze them, raking a nail lightly up his scrotum, causing his cock to twitch. They both groaned as he wrapped his fingers around the hard length, drawing his hand up and down, massaging the root with the other hand. A pearly drop of precome appeared at the tip and he used his thumb to rub it into the flesh there. He rose up onto his knees and, stroking himself harder and faster,, pumped his hips back and forth.

Cheryl watched him in awe and growing desire as his eyes rolled back in his head, loud groans of pleasure issuing from his chest and throat. Unaware she was doing so, she spoke his name, urging him on, telling him to finish. His rumbling growl grew into a roar as his hips jerked forward and he exploded, spurting his seed copiously over her chest and stomach. He moaned as he continued to milk every last drop from his shaft. Her breathing was fast and shallow, her head falling back onto the pillows, her body quivering with rekindled lust. She felt fingertips touch the valley between her breasts and she opened her eyes to look at him.

Mark brought his fingers to her lips, where he smoothed a few drops of his own come there. She involuntarily flicked her tongue out to lick them, tasting him and moaning.

"How do I taste?" he inquired, slipping the tip of one finger into her mouth where she sucked it clean.

"Like..." She paused for a moment, thinking. "Like strawberries and cream."

He grinned. "Must be that ice cream I had earlier." He chuckled before dipping his head and proceeding to clean her body with his tongue, curling it around her stiff nipple, sucking it deep, repeating this with the other breast. He moved down, licking and nibbling every inch of bare skin as he went.

Cheryl arched her back, her breathing growing harsh and rapid. He kissed the inside of her thigh, then spread her wide open, He gazed at the glistening pink flesh for a long moment before lowering his head to flick the tip of his tongue over the already engorged nub. She drew in a sharp breath at the exquisite assault, then cried out as he began to suck, sliding two fingers inside her, working her to a fever pitch until she was almost sobbing and begging for release.

Finally, he glided his body sinuously up along hers, kissing her deeply while he guided her legs around his back. He grasped her buttocks and lifted, driving himself full-length into her. He groaned loudly at the feel of her slick heat enclosing his pulsing flesh. He withdrew almost completely, plunging deep again and again.

Mark had wanted to take things slow,, drive her wild with need, but his own control was on the brink of collapsing. He braced himself up on his arms, levering himself to sink even deeper.

Cheryl could only pant his name and meet his thrusts eagerly, gripping the handcuff chains tightly.

"Oh, Mark! Oh, God...don't stop! I want to feel all of you."

He grunted with each plunge, riding her hard and fast, his balls slapping loudly against her flesh.

"Awww, sweet baby..." he groaned. "you're so fucking tight and wet. Oh, you just swallow me whole!" His thrusts quickened, becoming short and sharp, lifting her higher with each pounding jab.

Cheryl felt the tingling heat that signaled her impending release and she cried out, grinding her hips into him to hurry him along. She suddenly bowed up against him, shrieking as she came in a shattering bolt of ecstasy, feeling him wrench her down onto him as he gave a yell, following her over the cliff, erupting deep inside her, his body tense and quivering with strain. He drove into her a few more times before collapsing atop her, immediately rolling to his side, pulling her against him. He reached up and unsnapped the cuffs from her wrists, gently rubbing them before slipping them around his neck, his own strong arms winding around her, snuggling her deep within the circle.

After a long silence, she murmured, "And to think I thought I was waiting for a bus...and I get you!" He chuckled amusedly before they both sighed in satisfaction, drifting slowly into a sated sleep.