Riding Curves

RIDING CURVES

by Christa Wick

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Copyright © 2012 by Christa Wick (extended
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RIDING CURVES

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Saturday morning, the sun
already melting my brain, I stuck my head out the driver side
window of my ancient sedan and tried to start the engine. The car
responded with the same anemic
click-whirr-click
as the last dozen
attempts. As annoying as I found the sound, I would have happily
tried a hundred more times if the man working on the engine
promised to stay bent over the motor with his gorgeous, muscled ass
canted in my direction.

Stretching, Aiden Perry made another
adjustment, his hips and shirtless torso flexing. My hand dropped
from the steering wheel to my lap, my fingers tingling with the
intense urge to press against my mound before riding my
clit.

Drawing a slow breath in, I licked my
lips and continued to devour his body.

Only a decade older than my
twenty-four years, Aiden is a total wet dream. Every inch of his
body is sculpted perfection molded from the long hours spent
building custom hot rods and motorcycles in the shop he owns with
my dad. Looking at Aiden as he worked on my sedan that morning, my
tongue and gums swelled with the desire to start licking his firm
chest and finish with a bite.

He turned just the slightest bit to
make another adjustment and the bulge at the front of his jeans
swung into view. My nipples puckered more tightly than the hard
points I had been sporting for the last hour and I added sucking to
the mental inventory of things I wanted to do to his
body.

"Once more, Cece."

Pulling his head from under the hood,
Aiden cast his gaze in my direction. Hooked by those dark brown
eyes with their thick fringe of black lashes, my stomach clenched.
The response was automatic, familiar from frequent repetition. It's
not as if I'm some sort of obsessive stalker chick. It's just that
he has this way of focusing his attention on me that is like some
moment in a film during which he gazes into my soul, forever
branding it with his recognition.

The moment always ends the same way,
too. So I waited, holding my breath until he offered that
unnaturally slow, sensual blink that severed the psychic
connection. On cue, my heart started thumping like an orangutan
beating on a big metal drum.

THUMP-THUMP-THUMP
.

"Baby girl?" He lifted one brow and I
realized that I had completely zoned out looking at him.

I redirected my attention to the
dashboard and tried desperately to ignore the fountain of
fuck-me-now arousal that had built behind the seal of my thick
labia. I reached for the ignition, my big butt shifting far enough
forward that it triggered a deeper ache in my pussy.

"Earth to Cece." Aiden stuck his big,
gorgeous face an inch into my space and pointed to the other side
of the steering column. "Turn that."

Blushing, I tried to start the car
again. The clicks came faster and more robustly but still petered
out after a few seconds. Letting go of the keys, I looked from the
dashboard to Aiden.

I could only see the profile of his
face, but his mouth moved from side to side as he studied the
engine. My gaze stuck on his generous, mobile lips, and I wondered
what it would feel like to kiss them or have them trailing down my
neck. Then his tongue snaked out to rest flat against the center of
his top lip.

The dark red tip did a little dance
before disappearing again, the display triggering a spasm that
squeezed at my gut and pussy. A whimper wiggled in my throat and I
swallowed it down, biting at my bottom lip to conquer the mutinous
sound.

Things were getting desperate -- I was
getting desperate. I knew I couldn't last much longer without
dipping into the house and relieving the tension. But I was half
afraid to leave the vehicle. Aiden had me so wet I expected to
squelch when I walked away, as surely as if I had on a pair of wet
sneakers.

Scowling, I pulled the key from the
ignition. I needed to rub one out before I came on the spot then
died a few seconds later from absolute embarrassment. Normally, I
could have handled it without taking such a desperate measure, but
the car only added to my frustration until the earlier fleeting
urge had warped into a compulsion.

"Cece--"

I shook my head at him. "Screw it.
I'll stay home and ..."

I stopped, realizing I had no idea
what I was going to do. My parents were already at the lake house,
leaving the night before as I drove home from grad school. I had
arrived at our home in the city around midnight, slept until seven
then stepped outside an hour later to an engine that wouldn't turn
over. My immediate thought had been to call Aiden before he left
the shop and joined my parents at the lake.

"Hold on, flutterby." Aiden captured
my wrist as I passed him. "I have a solution -- the only solution
today."

I stilled immediately. He
hadn't called me
flutterby
in over two years. I hold the word more dear than
any other pet name he or anyone else calls me because Aiden only
uses it when we are alone, starting when I was six and my parents
finally let me on the garage floor more or less unattended.
Naturally, I chose to follow Aiden everywhere he went, but shyly so
-- dancing around the periphery of his vision until I was nine and
could actually be of some help in fetching tools or a glass of
water for him.

After a two-year absence, his use of
the word turned me temporarily docile in a heartbeat and I gave him
a hopeful look. "What is it?"

"You ride with me to the lake." He
secured my opposite elbow then tugged me toward his big, hard body
until my stomach and breasts pushed against his torso.

I inhaled deeply, pulling my stomach
as tight as possible and arching my shoulders until only my breasts
pressed against him. My brain melted from the hot riot of
sensations and need the contact created. All of me melted, really,
until I was one giant marshmallow, gooey and yielding at the animal
heat of his flesh.

It took all of two seconds before the
sensation faded and I started to panic. I knew I couldn't press
against him like that and not embarrass myself badly. My nipples
already stabbed at his chest and I was close to squirming from the
heavy contractions thrumming inside my pussy. Possessed, I wanted
to rub against him -- both of us naked -- and mark him with the
thick, heavy river of arousal he had undammed inside me.

Pushing at Aiden, I looked away. My
glance landed first on the motorcycle he custom built then on my
car's engine. "You're supposed to be able to fix it!"

"That sound it's making probably means
the part is cracked on the underside. Even if I get it to start,
I'm not letting you drive it." Half a foot taller and at least
thirty pounds heavier than me, he wrapped one thick arm around my
waist and lifted me onto the back of his bike. "Now stop being a
scaredy cat."

Stunned, I let my bulk settle onto the
bike while I glared at him. It wasn't the first time he had lifted
me off my feet, but it stole my breath each time. I'm no little
girl, my body an hourglass of over-generous breasts and hips with
plump thighs and rounded arms. But all my weight disappeared
beneath Aiden's raw power, transforming me into something almost
dainty. For all of five seconds, that is. Then reality rushed in
and I remembered I am not dainty by any stretch of the
imagination.

"You should be used to bikes by now."
His big hands landed on my shoulders, preventing me from scampering
off the bike. His grip moved cautiously upward until he cupped the
sides of my face. He bent until only a few inches separated us and
then his head tilted and he lightly kissed my forehead. ""I know
flutterbys are delicate things, but I promise, baby girl, I'll go
slow."

I wanted to come on the spot. Instead,
I folded my arms across my chest and scowled at him.

I am not delicate and it wasn't the
bike that frightened me. I didn't want to be pressed up tight
against him for the hour plus drive to the lake house, the bike's
vibrations teasing my pussy while my brain fixated on Aiden's cock.
Hell, as horny as he made me, there was a good chance I would be
dry humping him by the time we cleared the city limits.

Only it wouldn't be dry. My
pussy was one long contraction of need and my panties were all but
soaked through. I wasn't
flutterby
at that moment, I was
Miss Squelchy Pants
!

I wrinkled my nose at him. "I don't
want to."

Totally oblivious to the effect he had
on my body, Aiden raised an imperious brow in an attempt to make me
submit without further argument. Typical! He still thought of me as
his business partner's daughter, the little tag-along at the shop
who had dogged his footsteps until she hit high school and then
college.

I looked down at the bike's seat, my
frustration so wrenching I wanted to cry. He eased a finger under
my chin and lifted until I looked at him, unshed tears swimming in
my eyes.

"You're not saying
no
."

He walked over to my car and pulled my
bag from it. He was so sure I would do as he commanded it turned me
mad enough to forget every other emotion running through me. My
hands slid down to my full hips and I cocked an eyebrow at him as
he returned to the bike. He might be all muscles, but I am loaded
with my own special brand of attitude.

I call it Fattitude and it means that
no one gets away with pushing Cecelia Harper around.

Not anymore, at least. And certainly
never a bossy teddy bear like Aiden Perry who is all growl and no
bite when it comes to me. The way he acts, I might as well be his
kid sister.

"Seriously?" I pushed at the bag. "I'm
not riding with you and that bag won't fit on the back anyway. You
need to buy a car like normal people."

His mouth curved in a smile, dooming
me all over again. On anyone else, I would have called the shape of
his lips a smirk, but smirks piss me off and that curve made my
pussy twitch with a fresh, emphatic need. His lips are absolute
perfection -- generous but not too thick and mobile as hell.
Looking at them at that moment, I just knew he was a great kisser
and the thought of being kissed by him down there, his lips sliding
over my mound, his tongue pushing between my labia...

A shiver rolled over me, its progress
stopped only by the sound of him unzipping my bag.

"Who said I was taking the bag? You
pack too much shit, little girl." Reaching inside, he pulled a
couple of t-shirts out and stuffed them into his saddle bag.
Rooting deeper, he came up with as many of my plus-size panties.
"And you are going because you don't want to disappoint your mom
and dad."

Seeing my panties, I squirmed. I
didn't hold any illusion about having Aiden in my bed -- not only
did he have perfect tens throwing themselves at his feet, but he
viewed me as the family friend he was. Still, seeing my underwear
in his hand, I wished for the first time in a long time that they
were smaller.