Ride Me Away (10 page)

“What do you mean?” he responded. “I thought you might enjoy a nice meal.”

Jag walked over to a chair and pulled it out for me. I took a seat and he helped push me back in.

When he sat down on the opposite side of the table and smiled at me, my heart sank. This couldn’t work between us. I knew it couldn’t.

“Jag, I have something I need to tell you.”

“Go ahead, you can tell me anything.”

“This… us… it can’t work. We can’t be together. I… I can’t be your girl, Jag.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Kim. Let’s take it as it comes.” He reached across the table and took both of my hands. “If by the end of the night you still think that, I’ll let you go.”

“No, Jag. You don’t understand. I can’t.”

“Why not? Are you married?”

“No.”

“Do you have a kid?”

“No…”

“Then why do you say that out of the blue?”

“I just… I can’t be completely honest with you about my past.”

“We all have secrets, darling,” he said as he raised my right hand to his lips, planting a delicate kiss on my knuckles.

“Why don’t you tell me a little bit more about yourself?” he asked, still holding my hands. “I feel like we don’t actually know each other at all.”

“There’s not much to say. What do you want to know about?”

“Tell me about your family; your father.”

“Well… he died on the job, trying to protect what he thought was right. Him and two of his buddies died on that raid so the police force could seize two grams.” I paused for a moment. “Two grams of marijuana. Ever since then, my life just hasn’t been the same. Now I hang out with people that he would have preferred to see behind bars.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. And your mom, is she…?”

“She was never there. My parents were high school sweethearts, and my dad thought he could save her, but the addiction was too strong. She destroyed her life while he was away for training. My dad left her when I was born. He took me with him to save me. I’ve never even seen her. My dad’s parents raised me after he died.”

“He would be proud. You’ve become a strong woman even without his guidance,” he said. “I could see that from the moment I first laid eyes on you.”

The waitress approached the table, “Hey, Jag! Glad to see you around here again. Who’s your lovely lady friend?”

“Kim, this is Isabelle. We used to date back in school.”

“Third grade love,” Isabelle said with a laugh. “He used to be so cute. I still remember that day he brought me a gummy bear from home.”

Jag laughed. “All right, all right, are you done embarrassing me yet?”

“I think so. Are you guys ready to order?”

I ordered the lasagna and Jag took a steak before Isabelle left.

“A gummy bear? That’s so cute.” I said, teasing him a little more.

“Hey now, we all know bitches love gummy bears,” he replied, trying to act cool. “I got my first kiss that day.”

When we finished our dinner, Jag took my hand and led me down the street. The two of us walked in a comfortable silence as the cars sped past.

I don’t think either of us knew what to say to the other. I was too afraid to let Jag in any further, and he was probably still wondering about why I said we couldn’t be together.

We walked through the park and back to his motorcycle. He took me back home, but didn’t leave. When we got into the elevator, he pushed the button for the eighth floor.

“Wrong floor,” I said.

“I know.”

Looking at him, he seemed so confident about it. My curiosity started getting to me and I wondered what he was up to.

When we got up there, he led me to a closed door just opposite the elevator. He pulled something out of his pocket and began fumbling with the door handle. He was picking the lock.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I peeked around the corner to make sure nobody was coming.

“You’ll see.”

It took him less than twenty seconds to finish the job. That was better than even I could do.

Beyond the door was a staircase leading up to the roof.

The view was magnificent. The building was the tallest one in the immediate area, allowing us to see everything for miles around. The bright lights of the downtown area were straight ahead, glowing against the black sky.

I noticed the outline of a bouquet of roses sitting on the ledge between us and the city. Jag walked over to them and stood at the edge, looking out over the city. I followed him and grabbed the roses.

“Are these for me?” I asked.

“Yup, I brought them here for you, hoping to finish off a nice evening,” he said as he turned to leave. “I hope you reconsider.”

Still holding the roses, I turned to watch as Jag walked back to the door. My heart was thumping in my chest, desperately not wanting him to leave me there.

Just as he was about to disappear into the darkness of the stairwell, my resolve faltered.

“Wait, Jag,” I said.

He stopped and turned back, pausing by the door.

“If this is going to work, I need to know I can trust you with anything,” I said.

Jag approached cautiously. His gaze was gentle and warm as he stopped just short of me.

“Kim… you can always trust me.”

“I’m serious, though. You don’t know how big my secret is. If anyone ever finds out, I need you to promise you will protect me no matter what it is,” I said before averting my eyes. “Otherwise… you will never see me again.”

Jag took my hands.

“I promise. Just give us a chance.”

A smile slowly crept across my face as I looked into his eyes. They were shimmering in the glow of the city lights. I dropped the roses to my feet and pressed my lips against his. A sense of relief and pure happiness washed over me.

We basked in each other’s warmth and comfort amidst the cool evening air until Jag lifted me up into his arms. He began carrying me back downstairs and all the way to my bedroom.

He threw me down on my bed and came down overtop me. Our kissing never stopped, not even for a moment, as I ran my hands over his solid shoulders to remove his jacket. He leaned down further, now pressing his chest against mine.

I took a deep breath, filling my nostrils with the smell of his desire. My hands wrapped around his back and neck, pulling him in closer to me. His fingers ran up and down the side of my body and leg, leaving little sparks wherever they went.

My heart pounded hard against his chest, the two of us enjoying each and every taste of the other.

His lips began moving to the side of my mouth, down my cheek and toward my ear. The warmth of his breath got there just before they did, sending shivers down the side of my neck as he breathed in and out. He kissed me gently, teasing my ear with soft, delicate touches.

I found myself squirming underneath him already. My hips were reaching up for his, desperate for something to touch my sensitive spot.

He moved his lips lower, following the delectable sensations he had been sending down my neck with kisses and bites. I had no control over the whimpers that he forced from me.

His knee found its way between my legs, finally giving me something to press my desperate cunt against. My panties became wet as I rocked myself up and down his leg, using him to satisfy myself.

Jag pulled away from me and removed my top before resuming exactly where he had left off. He reached behind my back with one hand, and with a clearly honed skill, unlatched my bra.

His kisses moved lower from my neck, over my collarbone, and down to my bra. His lips made their way between my breasts, where he bit into the cloth covering them and slowly dragged it away.

I looked up into his eyes as he tossed it to the side. They were full of lust and emotion, like there was nothing more in this world that he would rather be doing right now.

He came back down slowly, kissing my stomach as he tickled his way up to my breasts. His lips didn’t go directly for my hard nipples; they made their way around my entire bosom in small circles instead, each revolution becoming increasing smaller until he no longer had anywhere else to go.

His soft, wet lips caressed my nipple, sucking it in while his other hand massaged my opposite breast. I ran my hands through his long hair, enjoying every second that he needed me.

I reached for the bottom of his shirt and dragged it off over top of his head. He stood up to quickly take off his pants and underwear as my eyes ran down his chest before settling on his cock, stiff and throbbing.

Before he could rejoin me on the bed, I slid closer to him and took his dick into my mouth. I stroked up and down his firm shaft as my lips slowly sucked and made love to the head. With my other hand, I reached underneath his balls to caress them.

Jag let out approving moans as he ran his fingers through my hair. His salty taste began escaping into my mouth, showing me exactly how much he really was enjoying it. I began stroking him quicker, licking his slit at the end of each movement. His sounds of pleasure grew more enthusiastic and his hips rocked with me.

Then Jag pushed me off of him and threw me back down onto the mattress. He went straight for my belt and had my pants off in mere seconds.

Making his way around to the foot of the bed, he knelt on it and wrapped his arms around my legs, pulling me toward him. I wanted him; my pussy needed to be filled.

He lifted my legs higher, putting them over his shoulders to bring my cunt right against his lips. With only my shoulders and head touching the bed, he held me in place as his tongue swirled around my sensitive folds to taste the evidence of my desires.

Soon, my moans were uncontrollable. Each lick brought me closer and closer to the edge, and I knew I couldn’t take much more of this. My hands found his thighs and immediately reached for his cock. It was standing straight up with his pre-cum dripping down the shaft, coating his skin all the way down to his balls.

Jag continued to please me, but I wanted more. I needed his cock inside me. I began stroking him as he performed circles around my clit, sucking it in and expressing his desire for it with little groans.

Each mumbled exhortation of pleasure only added to the sensation. The gentle vibrations washed through my body as he continued. The pressure was building in my clit, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out.

“Ohh, don’t stop!” I whimpered.

Letting go of his cock and gripping onto the edge of the bed, I braced myself for the impending release. Soon after, wave after wave of pleasure rocked through my body. I began tensing and squeezing his head between my legs as his tongue continued its ministrations. My nails frantically dug into the sheets as my rapture overtook me.

As soon as my legs relaxed again, Jag eagerly dropped my body back down onto the bed. His cock wasn’t far behind as he pressed it up against my now sensitive pussy. The pleasure of every touch seemed amplified two-fold.

He used the tip of his dick to part my lips and spread my juices around before he began filling me with every inch he possessed. Each thrust of his hips against mine had me wriggling around on the bed all over again.

Jag muffled my moans with a kiss, capturing my lips with his while he continued ramming his dick as deep as it would go. His pace quickened, and with each thrust I found my body lurching with the force of his hips slapping against me.

The kisses were quickly turning more passionate. The two of us became entangled in each other as we frantically tried pulling the other closer. Soon our lips were in heated battle, desperately fighting for more.

He finally broke the kiss as his groans intensified and his hips began to buck. I wrapped my arms around to his strong back and lifted myself up to him once again. kissing his neck. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to feel the same pleasure he’d brought me.

Jag’s thrusts became more and more firm against my hips, and soon he was wildly plunging inside me, roaring as he finally released his own pent-up desire. I continued kissing his tender flesh, teasing all the sensitive places I could find. I wanted him to experience as much pleasure as possible.

He let out one final breath before collapsing on top of me. Panting heavily, he rolled over to my side. I cuddled up next to him and planted a kiss on his shoulder, causing a smile to spread across his face.

The two of us slowly drifted off to sleep. That was the first night Jag and I ever spent together.