Riders - The Road To Ruin (I) (5 page)

“
Tiffany,
” he groaned, as he crushed
his lips against my mouth, his tongue possessing mine.

“Ohhh... mmm...” I moaned incoherently,
responding wildly to his dominating kiss.

My body burned like nothing else, setting my
brain on fire.

We bucked together, like a pair of rampant
animals.

I'd never felt this way. So deeply aroused
that I was unable to think straight. All I could think about was
how he was hitting the spot so perfectly with every sublime
movement inside my body. The aching pleasure spread throughout my
belly and gathered pace like a runaway train. It grew and grew
within me, until I reached a peak of nerve tingling sensation. My
mind was blown as I toppled over the edge into a world of
bliss.

Sensation flowed, everywhere, as I entered a
whole new realm of existence.

“
Oh god, oh god, oh god..
.” I moaned,
as I orgasmed around his hardness with a muscular strength which
shocked the hell out of me. It was so tight and deeply felt and so
goddamn fucking wonderful I thought I'd explode with pleasure.

Ecstasy....... Ecstasy....... Ecstasy.

The word floated in my head as he rode my
pulsations.

I'd never come like this before, and I was
stunned at how amazing it was. I opened my eyes and found his were
closed, his lips parted, his breathing ragged and loud.

“
Holy fuck, babe!
”

With a loud groan, he spilled his hot load
inside me.

I felt his cock pulse and jerk and his heavy
body weight collapsed onto mine.

At that very second, I regained my
sanity.

Feeling him come, was like a cold hard
slap.

I cooled in sudden and horrified
realization.

Oh.

God.

No.

How could I?

I'd just let him fuck me on the yard
table.

I hardly knew him.

This type of behavior was so not me.

I'd not stopped to think about pregnancy,
sexual disease, or how easy I must seem.

And he hadn't stopped to ask me if I was
safe, or to tell me he was.

The both of us had been totally
irresponsible.

And the shame of it burned my cheeks.

I lay there, pinned beneath him, as hot
tears sprung to my eyes.

I cried silently at what I'd done, tears
streaming down my face. Tears of shame, disgust and regret.

He gulped loudly, his
mouth hot on my neck. “That was completely amazing,
Christ.
..” His fingers stroked my cheek.
He raised his head on feeling the wetness there. “Hey... what's the
matter, babe?”

He withdrew from me and picked me up,
hugging me close.

But I didn't want to be hugged. I wanted him
to vanish and to forget this terrible, shameful act I'd committed.
I wanted to rewind time and to send him off home, before I lost the
ability to defend myself against his well practiced charm.

I felt sick to the pit of my stomach that
I'd succumbed so easily.

I pushed him away, scrambling around for my
shorts, sobbing like crazy, as I put them on.

“
You'd better go... you've
got what you wanted...” I choked out.

“
Didn't you?” he asked in
a soft voice.

I faced up to him, looking into his
eyes.

“
I've been trying to tell
you all evening to leave me alone.”

“
Now hang on, girl. This
ain't all my fault. You could have said no at any time if you felt
things were movin' too fast. ”

He raked his hand through his hair, his
expression dark and intense.

He reached out and touched my face, “You
know I want to see you again, don't you?” His tone was reassuring,
but I didn't want to hear. I wanted him gone.

“
Well I don't want to see
you...” I didn't care how rude I sounded. He deserved
it.

It had to be the end. I wasn't getting any
more involved with someone like him. Maybe I could get over this
one mega mistake but I couldn't risk having anything more to do
with him.

I wasn't going back to Riders bar ever
again.

I wasn't seeing
him
ever again.

“
Oh c'mon,
babe,
” He appealed, rubbing his jaw
with his hand. “Don't jerk me around. I want a whole lot more than
one hot fuck.”

“
Well that's just tough.
I'm not your kinda girl and you're not my kinda guy,” I
insisted.

He snorted a laugh. “I gotta say, personally
speaking, that's fucking hilarious.”

“Please go, Josh, I'm finding this whole
thing difficult to cope with.”

He held his hands up.

“
Okay, okay
... I'll go for
crissakes... but I'm picking you up at five on Sunday. We'll see
how we go from there.”

With a fast, hard kiss, silencing the
emphatic
NO,
which was about to emerge, he strode off around
the corner of the house.

A few seconds later, his Harley started up
and thrummed and rumbled on the driveway. Feeling shaky on my legs.
I followed him round and watched him go.

He rolled back a little, as he maneuvered
out of the confined space.

With a final glance over his shoulder, he
caught me standing there.

For a moment we stared.

His face was full of hurt and confusion. And
guilt.

Good... I hope he feels real fucking
bad.

Then, with a quick rev, he shot off like a
hound from hell was after him.

In five seconds, his red tail light
disappeared from view as he turned right at the end of the
street.

I stood rooted to the spot in a trance.

Now he'd gone, and I was calming down, I
began to think more clearly.

I'd hit out at him, angrily, and
defensively, but I'd only myself to blame.

I'd known all along what kind of guy he was;
the kind to take advantage; the type to push until he got what he
wanted; the type who knew he could have whoever he wanted.

Including me; someone so dead set against
him.

I'd put myself in that situation. I'd let
him disarm me way too easily. It was almost like I wanted him to.
It wasn't his fault. It was mine.

Slowly, I went inside. I could feel his
semen leaking out of me and I went into the downstairs bathroom to
clean myself up.

I felt sore and used and absolutely
disgusting, as well as stupid. I hoped and prayed nothing happened
as a result of this. Not only had I had unprotected sex, I had no
money for emergency contraception. Not a dime. My Mom was stony
broke, like usual, so I couldn't beg a loan either.

I really needed to speak to Julia, to get
some solid advice, but she was away for a week in Florida, with her
boyfriend Mack. It was her first holiday with him and I didn't want
to bother or worry her.

I couldn't tell my Mom. That was a big
no.

I looked in the mirror, shocked at my
appearance. My hair was in tangles; my cheeks were flushed bright
pink and streaked with mascara, and my eyes looked huge and pained.
I wiped my face, removing the worst of the ruined makeup with a
damp tissue, and I ran my hands through my hair, taming it, making
myself look and feel a little more decent.

Then I went into the kitchen and made some
comforting hot chocolate to take to bed.

As I crept upstairs in the dark toward my
bedroom, Mom appeared through her doorway. She looked like a
ghostly angel in her white cotton nightgown; her curly fair hair
like a halo around her head. She yawned as she stepped across the
landing, en route to the bathroom.

“Hi, Mom.”

Her head turned rapidly, to the top of the
stairs and she clutched her chest. “Tiff... you gave me a real
start, hon,” she muttered.

“Sorry.”

“You just got in?”

“Yeah.”

“Philipa's been sick this evening. We didn't
get to bed till eleven.” She yawned again, covering her mouth with
her hand.

“Why was she sick?”

“She had another bad headache.”

“That's the second episode in a week. It
could be migraine, you need to get her checked out.”

“I know I do, but I've been so busy, working
double shift for the last fortnight, I haven't had time. I'll take
her to the doctor on Monday.”

I kissed her on the cheek as I passed her
by.

“'Night, mom.”

“Night love.”

I crept quietly inside the room I shared
with my thirteen year old sister Philipa. She had Down's syndrome.
I stood at her bedside and gazed upon on her innocent little face
as she slept. Her arm was locked tightly around her pink teddy
bear's neck. She was the sweetest thing on this earth. Mom and I
both doted on her.

As I sat on the bed, unlacing my converse
trainers and undressing, I could smell him. Not just between my
legs, but all over me. I needed a bath, but it was too late. A
mouthful of saliva pooled and I swallowed in disgust. I lay down
and the cool sheets settled around my naked body, caressing my
skin, reminding me of his touch.

I ached inside, remembering how he'd felt.
How I'd felt. Every wild second was beyond words. I may be
regretting it, but I couldn't deny enjoying it. I'd wanted and
loved every second he was inside me. My whole body flamed and my
sex tightened hard.

That made me even sicker.

I cried myself to sleep, my heaving sobs
absorbed by the pillow.

How I hated what I'd done.

I hated myself, and my God, I hated Joshua
Lyle for making me want him so much.

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