“Yes.” Her voice is a husky whisper. “I’m lost.”
I toss the rest of my crap into the back and lean against the side of the truck. “I don’t think I can help you with that, Ren.”
“I know you can’t.”
She’s too beautiful. I don’t want to look at her anymore. Instead I look at the last wisps of light in the western sky. “What the hell do you want from me then?”
“I want you to drive into the desert.”
“What for?”
She looks straight at me. “Just drive,” she whispers.
“Just drive,” I mutter, but I jump behind the wheel.
At this point I know the surrounding land pretty well. The terrain isn’t that rough until you get real close to the mountains. I drove slowly, using the brights to guide my way around towering saguaros and spectral Joshua trees. After coasting for over a mile I stop and switch off the engine, waiting.
She’s watching me. My eyes are pretty sharp in the dark, probably on account of spending so much time exploring the underground.
Damn, the beauty of her can still catch me off guard. Her full lips are parted slightly and I think about tasting them, sucking them. She stares at me for a moment and then glances around the dashboard.
“You got a camera in here?”
“Fuck no.”
With no warning she grabs my hand off the steering wheel and presses it firmly to her tits. The hot flesh beneath her flimsy shirt arches against my palm. All the blood in my body roars straight into my cock. Whatever she’s doing, I’m not about to put a stop to it. I flex my hand, lightly squeezing.
“Harder,” she whispers.
I get both my hands on her, one palm on each pleading tit, and start kneading them roughly. Ren gasps once, then melts right into the seat, letting out a soft moan and covering my hands with hers. The more I work her the more she gets off on it. She wants me to be rough.
Fine. I’ll give it to her rough. But it will be my version.
With a grunt I ball up the front of her shirt in one fist and haul her toward me. I feel the snap of her bra breaking as I get her straddled across my lap. Her hair has fallen in her face so I seize two handfuls of it and yank hard until she winces and finally looks me in the eye.
“I know what you’re doing,” I growl at her.
She cocks her head to the side. “Do you now?”
“You think if we go at it this way, all filthy and empty, that you can kill every bit of unfinished business there is between us.”
She just stares, stubborn and silent. But the flash in her eyes tells me I’m right.
I push open the door and drag her outside with me. I slam the door shut and press her against it, pulling her skirt up and parting her legs with my knee.
“You know what? I need you gone for good too and maybe this is what it’ll take.” When I push my hands between her legs she shudders and grips my shoulders as her body rocks against the rhythm of my crude stroking. She’s ready all right. This is what she’s here for. My cock is so hard I’m about to bust out.
“Tell me that’s what you’re after.”
“Yes, Oz,” she pants through gritted teeth. “This is what it’ll take.”
“And you know that once I’m done with you tonight you’ll just be another dumb snatch I’ve greased.”
She flinches but doesn’t back down. “And you’ll just be another disposable dick. Like you always were.”
I take a step back and yank my shirt over my head. “I’m not kissing you. I’ll never kiss you again, you cold-hearted bitch. Kissing means something and this don’t mean shit.”
“No, it doesn’t mean shit.”
I drop my pants and close her hand around my cock. She gasps slightly and squeezes her way along the hard flesh. This is what I’ve fantasized about. But there’s a crude, angry quality to it now. I let her stroke me for a few more beats before I swat her away and start pumping my junk myself.
“Get it all off.”
Her hands grasp the hem of her shirt but then she hesitates.
“Now, Ren. You wanted nasty and I’m going to give it to you nasty as all fuck, but that means I’m sure as hell not undressing you all gentle and sweet.”
“Fuck you,” she sneers, “if I wanted gentle and sweet I wouldn’t be here.”
“Glad we finally understand each other. So get all your shit off and get spread out.”
Her chest heaves as she gets rid of her shirt and her torn bra. “You’re despicable now. I really hate you.”
“You don’t hate me at all. But you will by the time I’m done tonight.”
I know there are some condoms in my bag but it takes me a minute of hunting around in the dark to find them. Ren still has her skirt on and she’s slow about sliding her underwear off. She hasn’t moved from the side of the truck. The tailgate creaks in protest when I tug it down.
For a second the insanity of the situation hits me and I’m almost ashamed. If I still had some shreds of decency to rub together I would drive her back to Atlantis, bid her a cordial farewell and then drive off forever. What’s about to happen isn’t going to do either of us any good but somehow I can’t stop it.
I don’t want to stop it.
I snap my fingers at her face. “Now get your spoiled little ass over here if you want to do this.”
Ren slides slowly around to the back and faces me with her tits bared and her skirt bunched up in her fists. My cock is pointed straight as a thick arrow and with my teeth I tear open the condom wrapper.
She’s staring at my cock and she’s still clutching the sides of her skirt around her thighs like she’s about to go wading in shallow water. That drives me slightly crazy and I grab the fabric, crudely yanking it over her hips until she’s forced to let it go and puddle on the ground.
Goddammit, why does she have to be so beautiful?
Her high gasp makes me think she might just be all talk here so I shove my hand between her legs to find out.
“Fuuuck,” I groan because she’s so open and ready I lose two fingers inside her without even trying.
“No!” She pushes my hand right out of her and spins around, bracing her hands on the flattened tailgate and rubbing her lush little ass against my extended cock. She knows what she’s doing, teasing with that ripe little cleft until I almost forget where I am and who I am because above all else there’s the big fat fucking need to get my shit buried in a tight spot.
“We’re doing it like this,” she whispers.
Ren’s long dark hair cascades over her bare back and there’s never been anything that screams SEX as loud as this goddamn woman bent naked over the truck and trying to swallow my cock with her ripe ass. She jerks her head suddenly, swinging her hair aside and looking back at me to bark out a terse order. “And Oz, you damn well better make it hurt!”
I could. I could bore straight into that sweet center like a fucking jackhammer and pound pound pound without mercy until she cries. Instead I get my hands around her hips, arch her body slightly and slide carefully into the tight, slippery entrance I had once been the first man to find a way into.
“Oz!” she gasps, then groans as I get into the rhythm.
Damn you. Damn you. Damn you. I loved you. Damn you.
She’s clenching, arching, doing everything she can to push back and work her body so that I’m reaching the sweet spot. I’m not gentle. I squeeze her tits, suck her skin and keep pumping until she’s so far gone into her moaning ecstasy she probably doesn’t remember her own name. That’s when I slide a hand underneath where we’re joined, find her swollen clit and press down with two fingers until I feel the shudder of a powerful orgasm start to claim her.
Then I abruptly stop. It’s kind of cruel but that’s the idea. I take my hand away, pull my cock out and grab a fistful of her thick hair, clawing my fingers close to her scalp and then tugging hard enough to make her yelp.