Body Rides (45 page)

Oh, God. Here goes
.

Shaking slightly, Neal crawled backward, eyes on Sue’s limp, sprawled body. After sliding out of her, he sank back on his haunches. He stared at her.

Sleeping Beauty
.

Don’t think corny shit like that, she’ll think you’re a whacko
.

And she knows you just thought that, dork
.

This is so weird!

Better do something, or she’ll think you’re not interested
.

No, she won’t. She knows damn well I’m interested. She’s in me right now
.

Just pretend she’s not
.

Yeah, right
.

‘
Hello, hello. It’s only me from across the sea
. . . ’

She is in me, and . . . it’s a ride. I’m gonna disappoint her if I don’t do something. Do what? Kiss her tits, for starters
.

Taste them. Suck them. Gnawwww on them
.

‘
How’m I doing, Sue?
’

Forget her
.

Do it. Do it to her. She wants it and I want it. She wants to know how I feel when I suck on her tits
. . .

Neal lowered his mouth onto her left breast, kissed it, caught the nipple between his lips. And as he took the breast into his mouth, he fondled her other breast with his hand.

‘
How’s this? You like this, Sue? I like this
.’

Oh, man
.

He could feel himself getting harder and harder.

Oh, God, she’s so smooth. So smooth all over here and here, and then like rubber here. Nipples like rubber
.

‘
I don’t mean that as an insult, Sue. I love them stiff and sticking up like this
.’

She knows that
.

But as if to reassure her, he chewed gently on the one while he
gently rubbed the other between his thumb and forefinger.

She squirmed. A moan slipped out.

Neal thought she must be returning to herself. When she remained limp with her eyes shut, however, he figured that her body must simply be reacting to the stimulation. She was still in him.

Her body feels it all anyway
.

And she gets the whole works from inside me
.

It’s more than just experiencing
my
sensations, he realized. She gets all that – how turned on I am, and everything. But she’s also getting to see
herself
, feel herself, taste herself – through me.

She’s my eyes, he told himself. She’s my hands and fingers. She’s my mouth and tongue, my nose. She’s my cock, too.

And she’s in my head, knows I’m thinking all this right now
.

Thinking about my cock
.

Neal realized he didn’t feel embarrassed. He thought he
should
be blushing with shame. Instead, he felt daring and excited and even more aroused.

‘
How do you like having a cock?
’ he asked her with his mind.

She actually knows how it feels to have a cock. Not just having one stuck inside her, but how it feels to have one of her own, and how it feels when it slides into her
. . .

Next time someone tells her to go fuck herself
. . .

Terrific
.

‘
I’m sorry, Sue. I think things. I can’t help thinking things
.’

It’s all right, he told himself. She’s not going to hold it against me. Probably amused.

Or turned on
.

She was writhing, gasping and moaning on the mattress as if trapped in a frantic dream.

Neal parted with her breasts and slid himself down her body, caressing her, kissing and licking her along the way. Moving slowly downward. Pausing to look. For himself, but also for Sue.

Very aware that she was his passenger.

They were touring her together, exploring her.

Sue couldn’t make requests, so everything was up to Neal.

She was the tourist and the locale being explored.

Me, too. We’re both getting explored here. Both tourists, and getting toured
.

Make it memorable
.

Don’t miss a single marvel
.

Don’t hurry
.

No hurry at all. Just linger and enjoy
.

‘And here,’ he whispered, ‘we have the famous Babcock Cavern. Also known as the Tunnel of Love.’

Corny corny corny
.

He raised his head and looked at her face. No smile. No smirk.

Humor doesn’t carry over
.

What humor?

He lowered his face again. ‘The famous Babcock Cavern appears to be flooded at the moment.’

Maybe she doesn’t appreciate me making fun
. . .

Nothing so funny about it
.

Nothing funny at all
.

‘Neal Darden,’ he whispered, ‘world renowned speleologist . . .’

Later, much later, he rolled Sue over.

Together, they slowly toured her back.

Her back and buttocks and legs glowed with a sheen of sweat. And Neal dripped onto her as he roamed.

He caressed her, squeezed her, probed her, tasted her.

She squirmed under him like a restless sleeper, sometimes sighing, sometimes gasping for air.

He mounted her.

Finally, exhausted, he crawled off Sue and flopped onto his back.

Sue turned onto her side.

Neal turned his head.

‘Howdy,’ she said.

‘Howdy yourself. Welcome back.’

She stretched out an arm and lay it across his chest. Her left arm. The one with the bracelet wrapped around it.

Neal caressed her forearm.

‘Wanta try it?’ she asked.

‘You’ve got to be kidding.’

‘You oughta.’

‘I’m wiped out.’

‘You and me both. Lordy.’

‘How was it?’ Neal asked.

‘Can’t tell ya.’

‘Sure you can.’

‘Nope. It was too . . . I don’t know . . . too big and strange. It wasn’t like samplin a kid’s milkshake. Ya gotta try it yerself. Get in me, and try it.’

‘Not tonight. Okay?’

‘Ya sure?’

‘I’m sure.’

‘All tuckered out?’

‘Sure am.’

‘Me, too.’ Her arm slid down. She fingered his penis. ‘My little buddy,’ she said. ‘All tuckered out. He ain’t dead, is he?’

‘Probably in a coma.’

Her fingers fiddled. ‘Bet I can wake him up.’

‘That’s all right. He’s had enough excitement for one night.’

‘Didn’t know these things could go off so many times,’ Sue said.

‘Neither did I.’

‘Didn’t know
I
could go off so many times, either.’

‘You really did, huh? I thought so. I wasn’t sure . . .’

‘Well, I don’t go
squirtin
all over the place,’ Sue said. ‘Not like some folks I could mention.’

‘But you actually had orgasms . . . your body did . . . while you were in me?’

‘Had ’em both places.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘In you
and
in me.’

He nodded. ‘You mean, you experienced mine.’

‘Sure did! But that ain’t what I meant. Isn’t. I had my own
both places at once
. The part of me that was in you . . . my soul or whatever . . . it came the same time my body did. It’s like we’re wired up together. Like switches were gettin thrown over where I was in you, and they . . .’

‘Lit you up.’

‘Yer bein funny again.’

‘Not very.’

‘Yer right,’ she said, and laughed. ‘
I
think yer funny.
Sometimes. I reckon I mighta cracked up a few times, only I was too horny and outa breath. You had some
mighty
odd thoughts.’

‘You didn’t have to stay,’ he told her.

Instead of answering, Sue gave him a calm, lazy smile and scooted closer. Then she pushed herself up, crawled onto him and lay down, her face close above his face, her breasts pushing against his chest, her legs together on top of his legs.

He supposed it was no accident that she held his penis between her thighs.

‘That’s better,’ she said, and wiggled a bit.

Neal moaned. He said, ‘Much better.’

‘Now, where were we?’

‘Me and my odd thoughts.’

‘I loved every one of ’em.’

‘You did?’

‘I did. That’s ’cause I love ya, Neal. If ya don’t believe me, just kiss the bracelet and come on in and see for yerself.’

‘Elise warned against that sort of thing.’

‘
I
done it to
you
.’

‘Right. And you found out I’m a filthy-minded pig.’

‘Yer a real
sweet
filthy-minded pig.’ Lowering her head, she kissed him on the mouth. Kissed him gently and for a very long time.

He woke up. The bedroom lights were on and Sue still lay on top of him. The room felt chilly. Neal was warm where Sue covered him. Her legs had fallen to the sides, however, so they no longer gave her heat to his groin and the tops of his legs.

He glided his hands slowly down her back and up the slopes of her buttocks. Her skin felt cool.

Oughta get up, he thought.

But he really didn’t want to move. He liked the feel of Sue sleeping on top of him.

Oughta at least get up and go to the john. Brush my teeth. Wash up. Turn off the light. Make sure the door’s secure
.

He was fairly sure that the door, like most hotel room doors, locked automatically when it was shut. But he should make certain. And he should also fasten whatever chain or bolts . . .

What time is it?

Turning his head, he looked at the clock on the nightstand.

3:36 a.m.

He felt a sudden tremor of fear. For a few moments, he didn’t know why.

Then he remembered Rasputin.

The bastard could be here by now
.

Could’ve been here hours ago, snuck in the room and killed us both
.

Hell, he isn’t coming. No way
.

Not the sort of guy who’d go around checking to see where I used my credit cards
.

Probably
.

Anyway, I shot him full of holes
.

From Neal’s position under Sue, he couldn’t see the door. But he knew for certain that it wasn’t secured from the inside by any sort of bolt or chain. Hours and hours ago, Sue had shut it, leaned back against it . . . then Neal had carried her to the bed and neither of them had returned to the door.

I should at least lock it from this side
.

And get my gun over here where I can reach it
.

Just in case
.

And take a leak
.

Turn off the lights
.

Pull some covers up over us so we don’t freeze . . . or turn off the air conditioner. Probably fine in here without the air conditioner
.

But he couldn’t get up and do anything.

Not without waking Sue.

Not without ruining the perfect feel of her sleeping on top of him.

No big hurry, he told himself. If she gets cold enough, she’ll probably wake up. She’s
bound
to wake up sooner or later. I’ll just wait.

Waiting, he gently caressed her.

He wondered if this had been the best day and night of his whole life.