Hot Ticket
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She tilted her head back and took in the beauty of the speckled sky. “I never take the time to look at the stars. I’m usually working.” She snuggled closer to Jace. She hoped Roy didn’t fire her for leaving. She could tell him she had an emergency. Knowing Jace was leaving Vegas counted as an emergency, didn’t it? Her arms tightened around him. She had to admit she didn’t want him to go.
“Come here,” Jace murmured, sliding an arm around her waist to coax her to move around his body.
She slid so they faced each other, her back to the handlebars and her legs straddling his. Up on the main road, a car passed, but no one seemed to know their little dirt road existed.
“You said you wanted to drive out to the desert to have an orgy on my bike.” His low voice sent ripples of delight through her body. “If you still want—”
Aggie kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He remembered that offhand comment? He groaned, his hands gripping her bare thighs beneath her skirt. She tugged his T-shirt up and ran her hands over the smooth, warm flesh of his belly. Why did this man drive her so crazy? No other man ever had. Not like this. Her fingers moved to his fly, releasing his thickening c**k from its confines. She stroked his length with both hands until he was fully erect.
She tugged her mouth from his. “Condom,” she whispered.
“We don’t have to rush,” he murmured.
“Yes, we do. I want you.”
He pulled a condom out of his pocket, and she took it from him. After applying it, she slid her thong to one side and shifted her hips closer to his on the bike’s seat.
“Careful,” he said, “the engine’s still hot.”
“I’ll show you what’s hot.” She rose up, directed his c**k into her body, and sank down, taking him deep. Her head fell back in wonder. Her breath released in a shuddering gasp.
“That is hot,” he murmured.
“It’s always hot for you.” She found good footholds, having no idea what part of the bike she was using for leverage and not much caring. Rising and falling over him, she rocked her hips with each downward motion, grinding her clit against him. He held her to support her motions, his forearms running along her sides and back, palms at her shoulder blades, fingers pressing into her skin. His lips gently caressed her throat and chest.
Why did his tenderness drive her insane with need? “Jace.”
He rocked with her, coaxing her into that perfect rhythm. He seemed to know her body better than she did. The rough beard stubble along his chin scraped over the sensitive flesh of her nipple as he nudged her bodice down. Her back arched, her breast offered willingly to his attention. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, rubbing the tender bud with the flat of his tongue. The rhythm of his mouth matched the rhythm of their joining. She felt the tug at her breast through her womb, her pu**y, her clit.
“Oh, Jace. Oh.”
Her breath caught as her body spiraled toward orgasm. She increased the tempo of their joining, rising and falling over his thick cock, faster and faster—driving it hard into her body. Deep. So deep. Seeking release.
Wanting it.
Needing it.
Now, Jace. Make me come.
But he would have none of it. His elbows clamped into her sides, and he slowed her motions into their perfect rhythm.
He released her nipple from his mouth. “Don’t rush, baby. Savor it. It might be awhile before I see you again.”
So he planned to see her again? She usually hated making plans for the future. Things never seemed to work out the way she intended, but as unusual as it was for her, she wanted to see him again. The sooner, the better.
Jace used his chin to brush the other cup of her bustier down and tugged her neglected nipple into his mouth. Again, he sucked with the same rhythm of their joining.
“Oh, Jace. Please.”
He shifted forward slightly, changing the angle of penetration.
She gasped, her head falling back in wonder. “Feels so good.”
He murmured in agreement around her nipple. He’d probably like her to hurt him, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to be tender with him, the way he was always tender with her. Well, until he got overexcited and f**ked her hard. She wondered if he could get off without pain.
Jace’s tempo increased at her breast. She met it, grinding down as he rotated his hips. He pulled away from her breast, gasping in delight. “Aggie. Hurt me.”
“Not this time, Jace.”
It was too dark to see his expression. Was he disappointed?
He kissed her. Their bodies moved together faster. Faster. She gasped into his mouth. Ground against him. Seeking release. Seeking.
He separated their mouths and rested his forehead against her jaw. “You feel so good, baby.”
“Can you come if we’re gentle like this?”
“It will take awhile,” he murmured.
“I’ve got all the ten minutes in the world. I’m so gonna get fired for taking a f**k break in the middle of my shift.”
He chuckled. “If you get fired, I’ll hire you as my personal dominatrix. I’ll go broke in a matter of days, but—”
“I’ll give you a frequent flyer discount.”
He laughed, the deep, rich sound warming her insides. Why did that laugh mean so much to her? It made no sense. She cherished it. More than any of the other things she loved about this man, his laugh meant the most to her.
Their bodies continued to come together, moving in perfect synch. Her thighs trembled in exhaustion.
“You getting tired?”
“A little,” she admitted.
He shifted back on the seat, pulling her with him. “Lie back for a while.”
She leaned back against the tank, the gas cap between her shoulder blades, the handlebars hitting her in the back of the head. Not the most comfortable position, but he took over the motion, rocking forward to possess her body. She arched her back to get more comfortable. He gasped brokenly.
“God, baby, I’m going to miss you,” he murmured.
“Los Angeles isn’t that far away. Come visit me when you have a spare evening.”
“Can I?”
“I want you to. I’m going to miss you too.”
He slid his arms under her back and lifted her so he could kiss her passionately. His breath caught. Their bodies moved together faster. Her pleasure built. Their breaths mingled in excited hitches. He moaned, rubbing his open mouth over her throat. She cried out. They strained against each other as they flew to nirvana together. The stars in Aggie’s eyes had nothing to do with those in the sky above.
“Come here,” Jace murmured, sliding an arm around her waist to coax her to move around his body.
She slid so they faced each other, her back to the handlebars and her legs straddling his. Up on the main road, a car passed, but no one seemed to know their little dirt road existed.
“You said you wanted to drive out to the desert to have an orgy on my bike.” His low voice sent ripples of delight through her body. “If you still want—”
Aggie kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He remembered that offhand comment? He groaned, his hands gripping her bare thighs beneath her skirt. She tugged his T-shirt up and ran her hands over the smooth, warm flesh of his belly. Why did this man drive her so crazy? No other man ever had. Not like this. Her fingers moved to his fly, releasing his thickening c**k from its confines. She stroked his length with both hands until he was fully erect.
She tugged her mouth from his. “Condom,” she whispered.
“We don’t have to rush,” he murmured.
“Yes, we do. I want you.”
He pulled a condom out of his pocket, and she took it from him. After applying it, she slid her thong to one side and shifted her hips closer to his on the bike’s seat.
“Careful,” he said, “the engine’s still hot.”
“I’ll show you what’s hot.” She rose up, directed his c**k into her body, and sank down, taking him deep. Her head fell back in wonder. Her breath released in a shuddering gasp.
“That is hot,” he murmured.
“It’s always hot for you.” She found good footholds, having no idea what part of the bike she was using for leverage and not much caring. Rising and falling over him, she rocked her hips with each downward motion, grinding her clit against him. He held her to support her motions, his forearms running along her sides and back, palms at her shoulder blades, fingers pressing into her skin. His lips gently caressed her throat and chest.
Why did his tenderness drive her insane with need? “Jace.”
He rocked with her, coaxing her into that perfect rhythm. He seemed to know her body better than she did. The rough beard stubble along his chin scraped over the sensitive flesh of her nipple as he nudged her bodice down. Her back arched, her breast offered willingly to his attention. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, rubbing the tender bud with the flat of his tongue. The rhythm of his mouth matched the rhythm of their joining. She felt the tug at her breast through her womb, her pu**y, her clit.
“Oh, Jace. Oh.”
Her breath caught as her body spiraled toward orgasm. She increased the tempo of their joining, rising and falling over his thick cock, faster and faster—driving it hard into her body. Deep. So deep. Seeking release.
Wanting it.
Needing it.
Now, Jace. Make me come.
But he would have none of it. His elbows clamped into her sides, and he slowed her motions into their perfect rhythm.
He released her nipple from his mouth. “Don’t rush, baby. Savor it. It might be awhile before I see you again.”
So he planned to see her again? She usually hated making plans for the future. Things never seemed to work out the way she intended, but as unusual as it was for her, she wanted to see him again. The sooner, the better.
Jace used his chin to brush the other cup of her bustier down and tugged her neglected nipple into his mouth. Again, he sucked with the same rhythm of their joining.
“Oh, Jace. Please.”
He shifted forward slightly, changing the angle of penetration.
She gasped, her head falling back in wonder. “Feels so good.”
He murmured in agreement around her nipple. He’d probably like her to hurt him, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to be tender with him, the way he was always tender with her. Well, until he got overexcited and f**ked her hard. She wondered if he could get off without pain.
Jace’s tempo increased at her breast. She met it, grinding down as he rotated his hips. He pulled away from her breast, gasping in delight. “Aggie. Hurt me.”
“Not this time, Jace.”
It was too dark to see his expression. Was he disappointed?
He kissed her. Their bodies moved together faster. Faster. She gasped into his mouth. Ground against him. Seeking release. Seeking.
He separated their mouths and rested his forehead against her jaw. “You feel so good, baby.”
“Can you come if we’re gentle like this?”
“It will take awhile,” he murmured.
“I’ve got all the ten minutes in the world. I’m so gonna get fired for taking a f**k break in the middle of my shift.”
He chuckled. “If you get fired, I’ll hire you as my personal dominatrix. I’ll go broke in a matter of days, but—”
“I’ll give you a frequent flyer discount.”
He laughed, the deep, rich sound warming her insides. Why did that laugh mean so much to her? It made no sense. She cherished it. More than any of the other things she loved about this man, his laugh meant the most to her.
Their bodies continued to come together, moving in perfect synch. Her thighs trembled in exhaustion.
“You getting tired?”
“A little,” she admitted.
He shifted back on the seat, pulling her with him. “Lie back for a while.”
She leaned back against the tank, the gas cap between her shoulder blades, the handlebars hitting her in the back of the head. Not the most comfortable position, but he took over the motion, rocking forward to possess her body. She arched her back to get more comfortable. He gasped brokenly.
“God, baby, I’m going to miss you,” he murmured.
“Los Angeles isn’t that far away. Come visit me when you have a spare evening.”
“Can I?”
“I want you to. I’m going to miss you too.”
He slid his arms under her back and lifted her so he could kiss her passionately. His breath caught. Their bodies moved together faster. Her pleasure built. Their breaths mingled in excited hitches. He moaned, rubbing his open mouth over her throat. She cried out. They strained against each other as they flew to nirvana together. The stars in Aggie’s eyes had nothing to do with those in the sky above.
