Wild Ride

Rina Ellis stood beside her dead car, heat haze shimmering off the blacktop, and watched Jake Addams roll up in a blacked-out SUV. The window dropped and his easy grin flashed. "Hop in," he said, a hint that he'd be happy to do something more physical. She climbed across the center console instead of the passenger seat, knees on leather, skirt riding high, and settled straight onto his lap. His cock was already stiff against his zipper. Rina tugged it free, sank down in one slick motion, and started to ride. Every bump in the road slammed him deeper. His hands gripped the wheel, but his eyes kept flicking to her bare feet braced on the dash. Toes painted fire-engine red. She noticed the glances, peeled off one heel, pressed her sole against his mouth while she kept grinding. Jake licked, slow and greedy, tongue tracing the arch, sucking each toe as the SUV growled down the empty road. When she was sure he was hooked, she twisted around, planted her feet on the windshield, and slammed back harder. The car swayed, dashboard lights reflecting off sweat-slick skin. He grabbed her hips, lifted, slammed her down, pounding up into her until the tires kissed the gravel shoulder. She came with a short, bright shout, still flexing her feet against the glass. He finished right after, hot and deep, one hand finally leaving the wheel to clamp her thigh like he needed an anchor. They coasted to a stop on the hard shoulder, engine ticking, the scent of sex thick inside the cab. Rina slid off him, grinning, toes curling against the seat. Jake wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and laughed once, low. "Guess the rescue went both ways."