The Rider List: An Erotic Romance (5 page)

I look down as he looks up. Our eyes meet. “Do you know how many times I’ve touched myself and thought of you in the weeks since we met?”

I just look at him, shocked, speechless.

“A lot,” he says.

And then I feel like I’m falling forward but I’m not. He’s pulling me down onto the couch. He does it quickly, so forcefully, but I feel like he’s got me the whole time.

My hands land on the arm of the sofa. My fingers grip hard.

I’m on top of him.

I’m straddling his face.
What. The. Fuck?

His lips and tongue are working their magic on me. He’s sucking on me. I can feel it and I can hear it.

“Ride my tongue,” he says.

I move my hips back and forth as his tongue glides through my flesh and his lips close around me as he teases my clit.

I’ve never had a guy go down on me like this. I’ve never been on top for it. It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever done, sexually, and I know this is just the start.

My legs tremble as he licks and sucks hungrily at me. He slips a finger in.

My head drops to the arm of the sofa, my whimpering muffled now.

Adam is making noises, too. He moans and groans, and it adds a little vibration to what he’s doing.

My head snaps up and suddenly I’m looking forward, all the way over to the kitchen counter where that unopened bag is. The one that contains the other stuff on the list. I’m thinking about that when my phone chirps. It’s a text, and I don’t care who it’s from.

Adam slows down just as I’m getting close. He flips us over, putting me on my back, right on the edge of the couch.

He drops to his knees on the floor, and he’s taking the few seconds his mouth is off me to say something. “Fuck, look at you. Watch me make you come.” He’s on me again quickly, hungrily, devouring me. Adam grabs my bare foot and spreads my legs wider. He’s kissing my pussy like he would kiss my mouth, and I want to experience that, too.

The new position lets me see how he’s working his tongue attentively on my clit. He looks up at me and my stomach muscles clench as I watch Adam’s head moving up and down and in circles, slowly, like he’s savoring me.

He’s holding eye contact with me and I lose him for a second or two when my head involuntarily drops back, but I’m back on his beautiful green eyes that are narrowed but focused on my face with a lustful look.

“I’m….I…” The words won’t come out without me stuttering, and they’re all breath, not my voice. Adam knows what I was about to say and he teases me. He pulls his head away, leaving me there. He’s kissing the inside of my thigh and dragging the tip of his tongue up and down, closer, teasing me more, then pulling it away.

I start to reach down because I’m so close and I want to come but his hand grasps my wrist in a flash and he says, “No.”

Falling back and sinking into the couch, an exasperated sigh rushes out of my body.

That’s when I feel him on me again. His mouth feels like it’s open wide and he has all of me in his mouth, while his tongue flicks across my clit. It instantly ignites an orgasm and I cry out his name, “Adam…Adam…”

Every nerve in my body is tingling, and the sensation of his mouth on me becomes too much. I push his head away and he gets it, releasing me. My legs close firmly and I roll onto my side, a reflex I’ve always had and can’t explain.

I’m catching my breath as I feel his hand on my ass and his lips on my hip. He kisses it softly. “Tell me what you’re thinking right now.”

My phone chirps again. Twice in rapid succession. Then it starts ringing.

I’m unable to enjoy the immediate aftermath of what just happened because that damn phone is making me think of how I’m at work. I might be on my lunch, but this is the last place I should be taking a break, and we’re doing the last thing I should ever be doing with a guest.

Reaching for the coffee table, I grab my phone and see that it’s the office calling. It has to be Jim. I swipe open the texts. Both are from him:
Need you ASAP.

Oh, shit
, I think, and then say it out loud three times as I jump up off the couch. “My shorts.”

Adam grabs them off the floor and hands them to me. I’m slipping them on and I don’t want to look at his face.

“The office,” he says flatly.

“Yes. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He sits on the floor and turns so his back is to the couch. He leans back against it. “Bad timing.”

“I know, I know. I really am sorry.” I’m pulling on my socks and shoes and, dammit, I can’t look at him. I just can’t. I feel guilty. I feel ridiculous.

“It’s not your fault,” he says, and I can tell by his tone that he’s not just saying it, he means it. “You’ll be back.”

He’s right. I will. And I like how he doesn’t ask me, he just says it.

I’m so worried, so hurried, that I can’t think about that right now. I move toward the door to leave and I pass the bag of stuff he had me buy this morning. It was a box of Magnum condoms. When I was buying them, I was sure he was going to be using them with someone else. But clearly he had me buy them for…us.

I open the door and with one foot outside, I say, “I’m so sorry” one more time with my back to him.

Chapter Six

Evan

Well, that’s a first,
I thought as Audrey left the bungalow.

I’d never had a girl leave so quickly, and never before I got off myself. I was usually the one who left or made up some reason the she had to leave. Now I was the one left in the lurch, sitting there on the floor like I’d just been used.

If this had happened to me in any other situation—on the road, for instance—I’d be pissed off along with being frustrated. But I wasn’t mad at her. She was working. Her boss called. She had to go. I get it.

I was frustrated, though. The way she responded to my hands and mouth, writhing on the couch, bucking her hips against my face…all of it gave me an erection unlike any I could remember having.

I decide to take a run to burn off the pent-up energy. It’s mid-day and the beach is crowded. The moment I hit the sand, all I see are girls in bikinis.

Maybe this wasn’t the best way to work out my frustration, but the obvious alternative wasn’t something I wanted. I’d see Audrey again, very soon, and my intention is to save all of this for her.

Arriving back at the bungalow, my first thought is to call her, get her back here somehow, maybe after her shift ends. But I’m not going to reveal my eagerness.

I get my laptop out and check my email. Nothing I want to see right now. I open Twitter to find that people have been tweeting at me. Some ask why I wasn’t at the last two shows. Others express well-wishes for a speedy recovery. One person is trying to start a rumor that I was fired from the band. I close the laptop, telling myself to stay off the web for a while.

My phone rings. I reach into my pocket, thinking it will be Audrey, but it’s Jay, the lead singer of our band.

“Fuck,” I say, then accept the call and say, “What’s up?”

“What’s up?” he says, with a lot of inflection on the word up. “Tell me what’s up with
you
.”

“Bruce didn’t tell you?”

“He did, but I wanted to hear it from you. You’re not coming back?”

“Not right away, no.”

“Jesus, Evan. What the fuck? We’ve got studio time booked—nonrefundable, I might add—and the label’s going to be pissed.”

“I know.”

“You know. Why…” His voice trails off for a few seconds, then, “Fuck. I don’t know what to say. We’ve got nothing.”

He’s talking about new material. I haven’t told him I don’t have any, either, but admitting that seems like admitting failure. Like if I say it out loud it somehow becomes more real, maybe even permanent. Plus, I can’t explain why it’s happening, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

“Why don’t we just release some of the live stuff?” I say.

“The label’s already planning to do that. We promised them new material by September. Which, I remind you, is when we go back on the road.”

I can’t even think about that right now. “I’ll call you in a few days.”

“Why a few days? What’s going on that you can’t tell me right now?”

“A few days, Jay. Gotta go.” I end the call.

I need a shower, so I make my way to the master bath, talking out loud. “Why don’t you write some of your own shit for once?”

. . . . .

I wake up late the next morning, after staying up past 3 a.m. binging on a marathon of a show I had missed while we were on tour. There’s a knock at the door. Audrey.

Wrong. It’s the other girl, Jeanine, and I remember that it’s Monday. Audrey will be off today and tomorrow. Jeanine says she’s checking in, asks me if I need anything, and I get rid of her quickly but as politely as I can with my mind focused on the fact that it will be at least forty-eight hours before I see Audrey again.

I eat breakfast and shower, all the while wondering what she’s doing and, more importantly, what she’s thinking.

After my shower, I go to the kitchen to get her number off the notepad on the refrigerator. I start to dial her number, then decide not to call. I’ll see her Wednesday morning.

But it turns out I don’t have to wait that long. Later that night, just before ten o’clock, there’s a knock on my door and I know it’s her as I walk down the hall to answer it. I open the door and she quickly enters, closing the door behind her.

“I’m sorry about yesterday. I shouldn’t have let things get that far, and I really shouldn’t have left so quickly. I just came by to apologize.”

She’s standing two feet away from me, looking up at me. Her lips are pressed firmly together, her eyes have an uncertain look in them.

“You came here to apologize.”

She nods.

I step closer to her. “No, you didn’t.”

Her eyebrows raise up a little.

I reach for her, my hand firmly on her hip as I step closer once more. She’s against the wall now. I move my hand up to the wall next to her head. She’s pinned here and I love it.

“You could have called and said all that.” I look directly into her eyes. “But instead, you risked being seen here. On your day off. At night. That’s dangerous, Audrey.” My gaze leaves her eyes and I focus on her mouth. Her lips have parted slightly. “You came here for a different reason.” I look at her eyes again.

She’s not saying anything, so I lean in closer, my mouth almost touching hers. I can feel her warm breath. I let my lips lightly brush hers without actually kissing them as I reach down for her legs. My hands on the backs of her thighs, I lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist and I walk.

We’re in the den. I sit on the couch, lowering her slowly with me, and once she’s straddling my lap, I can feel how hard I am against her.

She’s moving, rocking against me.

In a breathy whisper she says, “I couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday.”

She slides down my body, her hand flat on my chest, then my stomach, as she sinks down to her knees on the floor before me.

I like to take control. I like to lead. But Audrey is so eager, I’m finding myself captivated by her actions. She couldn’t stop herself from showing up here and surprising me. She’s worked up into a little frenzy and I’m loving this.

She unbuttons my shorts, lowers the zipper, and maintains eye contact with me as her fingers find my cock. She wraps her hand around it, pulling it out, and her eyes leave mine. She looks at it for a couple of seconds before taking it in her mouth.

She wraps her plump and pouty lips around the head. She’s concentrating on that part and going slowly.

It’s the exact opposite of how she moved down my body and I know I’m in for something good here. I’m watching her every slight move, my mind taking snapshots of how fucking amazing she looks with the tip of my cock on her lips.

“Take my shorts off,” I say, and she uses her hands to slide them down, as I pull up my shirt a little.

Audrey repositions, rising from a squatting position to kneeling. She’s looking straight down now and all I can see is the top of her head as it bobs up and down my length. My head snaps back.

I look at the ceiling for a moment, then close my eyes—no visual, just the sensation of her warm, slick mouth and the little sucking noises she makes.

Her soft hair touches my thighs, some of it pools just above my cock and below my stomach. I reach for her hair and gather it into a ponytail, holding it at the back of her head.

“Look up at me.”

She raises her eyes to meet mine. Her mouth is wide open and she has half of me in. I pull gently on the ponytail, guiding her head back. My cock leaves her mouth with a
pop
sound, and just as quickly I guide her mouth back on it.

“You look amazing with me in your mouth.”

She moans.

“Do you like the way I feel on your tongue?”

She nods, and she starts moving her head around in little circles. I’ve gotten her going even more.

Letting go of her hair, I slip my fingers under the straps of her tank top. I pull it down, then unfasten her bra. She raises her head, and her full breasts are exposed now.

I’m finally seeing them, finally feeling them. I circle one of her nipples with my finger and it responds into a tight peak. I get the other one to do the same. Audrey is whimpering under my touch. I put my hand on the side of her head and she lowers it, her mouth on my cock again.

“Sensitive nipples?”

She nods again, sucking me a little faster.

I take each nipple between my forefingers and thumbs, pinching them lightly. They get harder as Audrey starts breathing heavily, trying to get air without letting my cock escape her mouth.

“So fucking good,” I whisper, and enjoy the feeling and the sight for a moment before saying her name.

She slows down, maybe thinking I’m about to come, but I’m not.

“Get that mirror over there.” I motion with my eyes.

She follows and sees what I’m talking about. A small, circular mirror on the wall next to the door, its outer edges lined with seashells.

She’s up, grabs it, brings it back. She stops in front of me, her eyes trained on my hand that’s stroking my cock. She looks surprised.

“Never seen a guy do this before?”

She shakes her head no.

“Maybe I’ll let you watch sometime. But not now.”

I take the mirror from her.

“Ever seen what you look like giving a blowjob?”

She looks surprised, her eyes widening, as she kneels again. Her face is a little red, but that might be from how hard she’s been working me. “No.”

“Watch.” I move the mirror off to the side, holding it level with my lap, and with the other hand, I guide her head back to my cock. She takes it in her mouth. “Watch yourself.”

Her head turns to face the mirror.

This is something I’ve thought about but never done. I don’t tell Audrey that we’re both experiencing this for the first time together. I can’t see the mirror because of the angle, but I’m watching her watch herself. She’s going slow and she has no idea that’s my weakness. Fast and hard can be good, but soft and slow pulls me to the edge faster.

I tell her to just lick the head a little, and she does. She runs her tongue around the very end, then around all of it, licking down my length and then back up as she holds me with one hand.

“Come up here,” I say. “But don’t let go.”

I guide her to lie on her side with her head in my lap. I reach down and unbutton her shorts, slip my hand into her panties. She moans a little as I do this, and she inhales sharply when my finger touches her.

She’s wet, slick, warm, and I consider moving her so I can get on top of her and fuck her. But this is too good, having her breathing heavier as I touch her and she moves her head around in a circular motion with my cock half-deep in her mouth. She’s trying to take it all, and the sight of her attempting it…
fuck
, it makes me want to come in her mouth right here and now.

I massage her clit slowly after working the front of her shorts down a little farther with my wrist. Her hips begin to move in rhythm with my touch.

“You going to come for me?” I ask.

She mumbles a breathy “Mm-hmm” as she sucks me.

I get her hair bunched in my other hand and pull her head back until my cock pops out of her mouth.

She looks up at me.

I grin and move her head back on me. She takes it all in, sucking faster, with her hand around the base. Her head bobs up and down, she starts making little grunting noises, and she’s getting off on my finger.

She throws her head back as she comes, but she doesn’t stop stroking my cock.

The sight of all this brings me dangerously close to coming on her face, but I manage to hold off still.

Her mouth takes me in again as her legs close tightly, forcing my hand away.

“Audrey,” I whisper.

She looks up at me.

I put my finger in my mouth.

Her eyes roll back a little at the sight of me tasting her, and she starts sucking me slower. She knows this will make me come faster. She wants to taste me just as I’ve tasted her.

“So fucking good,” I say, “so close.”

And here it is, the feeling building in my thighs and abdomen. I’m clenching. She has to feel my cock pulsing in her mouth the closer I get. But she’s not moving.

“Audrey,” I say, and she looks up at me.

I don’t have time to warn her. I pull her head back, grab my cock and stroke myself until I’m coming. She tilts her head back and the jets of semen land on her neck and her chest.

She gasps, then quickly closes her mouth, her eyes opening wide, all of her reactions urging me on until I’m spent.

Audrey looks down at herself, touches her breasts. “Oh my God. I need to get a wet towel.”

She rises to her feet and heads for the bathroom.

We clean up, and she’s nervous again about getting busted for being here.

“No one’s going to know,” I assure her.

“I hope not.”