She slipped onto the seat behind him and wiggled her hips tightly up against his muscled rear end and thighs. She ran her hands up and down his chiseled abs through his t-shirt and reveled in his extraordinary masculinity.
And then they were off, flying down the streets of San Francisco. The wind whipped at her hair and with her body wrapped around Zane’s, she felt perfectly in tune with the world around her. Every person who walked by them seemed to be smiling. The sky was bluer. The sun was hotter.
Of course, her pu**y was completely soaked. It was such a frequent occurrence, she had stopped wearing panties altogether. As it was, whenever she was with Zane he was always ripping them off of her in his haste to thrust his huge shaft into her or to press his lips to the sensitive nub between her legs.
She had only worked for him for a month, but already she knew she wouldn’t have it any other way. Zane was a drug she never wanted to get off of, no matter how wrong anyone thought he might be for her.
She had gone home once to visit her parents, and she couldn’t believe how hard it was for her to pull her hair back into a ponytail and sit quietly at dinner. All night while she was with her parents she wondered what Zane was doing, wondered what he would have done to her at the end of the evening after he locked the door to his bar.
After catching her in a daydream more than once, her mother pulled her aside in the kitchen to ask if anything was the matter. Jolene knew she had to get back to the city right away, back to the man whose caresses had become as important to her as breathing.
Eventually, the road dead-ended into Golden Gate Park. Zane slowed down the bike and drove into a thickly forested, deserted area. Jolene shivered with anticipation, hoping Zane was going to start touching, licking, and biting her soon.
I am a slut, she thought. Wholly and completely a slut. But by now, after so many nights of falling to pieces in Zane’s arms, she was too far gone to care about something that would have bothered her deeply in her past life.
He pulled off his helmet and his shoulder-length dark brown hair whipped gently against her face in the wind. She took off her helmet and shook out her long blond hair, trying to finger-comb the knots out to no avail. Still balanced on the bike seat she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, letting the gentle breeze wash over her.
Zane stood up and got off of his bike, turning around to face her as he straddled the seat once again.
“Oh!” she exclaimed nervously when she opened up her eyes. His face was directly in front of hers, his eyes hot with need.
He bent his head down and captured her lips in a sweet kiss. Reaching under her skirt, he ran his hands slowly up her calves, past her knees, up to her thighs.
When he finally reached her hips, he stopped kissing her and gave her a searing look. “You’re not wearing panties,” he said.
She gave him a half-smile, saying, “I was wondering when you’d notice.”
He growled and kissed her again, hungrily, slipping his large callused hands beneath her ass, lifting her up off the seat and onto him. She felt the thick bulge in his pants and reached for the button of his jeans.
He chuckled softly. “We’re in public, you know,” he said.
Unable, unwilling to stop herself, Jolene worked at his fly. “Isn’t that the point, Zane?”
By then she had his pants undone and as his shaft sprang free into her hands, she was pleased to find that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath his jeans.
As she stroked the satiny skin of his huge cock, he groaned, saying, “What did you do with my little nun?”
Jolene wriggled onto Zane’s lap and gasped as his hot flesh probed her pu**y lips, stretching her open to fit all of him inside. After he was sheathed to the hilt within her, she looked him in the eye.
“I love you, Zane,” she said, and then instinctively rode up and down on his cock, faster and faster as her orgasm swelled up to overwhelm her.
Zane kept the bike steady while she took him in and then slid him out until just the tip was still within her. He pulled her down on him again, so deeply she could feel his balls press against her ass cheeks. At the feel of him swelling impossibly bigger within her, she went over the edge, crying out his name as her inner muscles clenched and milked him hard.
He buried his head in her long hair and roared, “Jolene!” as he shot inside of her, crashing his hips into hers as hard and deep as he could.
They held tight to each other until their heartbeats returned to normal, and then he slid her off of him and zipped up his jeans. Without a word, he handed Jolene her helmet, put his back on, and started the engine.
Jolene blinked back tears. When they were joined together she realized she could no longer deny how much she loved Zane and was unable to hold back the words.
But now they were heading back to the bar and he hadn’t said anything. Not, “I love you too,” or any kind of comment at all in response to her open and honest statement of her feelings for him. With a sinking feeling low in her belly, she wondered if she had done the wrong thing.
Maybe, she thought with sudden sorrow, loving the devil is nothing more than a one-way trip to hell.
Candace finished writing her new scene and as she reread it, she had a spark of insight about the piece of the puzzle between her and Charlie that she had been missing all along.
It was one thing for her to learn to enjoy taking pleasure in Charlie’s arms—lots and lots of pleasure!—but it was another thing entirely for her to lead the way.
Her path was suddenly crystal clear and she wanted to jump for joy. Lesson five was going to be different than the previous four lessons, for one big reason.
She was going to be the teacher this time.
Decision made, she grabbed her car keys, and locked the front door behind her. If everything went according to plan, she wouldn’t be coming home tonight.
* * *
Charlie sat in his living room and stared blankly at the TV. “I’m such an idiot,” he told himself, taking a large swig from the beer he’d pulled out the six-pack by his side.
“She was going to ask me to come inside, probably to her bedroom, and I act like a sixteen-year-old boy!”
He shook his head at his stupidity. He couldn’t believe how nervous he got around Candace whenever it came time to wrap up their lessons. That he was still afraid she’d say, “Thanks so much for everything, and by the way, I never want to see you again, you pervert.”
He wanted so desperately to tell her he was in love with her, even though he had only known her less than two weeks. As it was, the fact that they had mind-blowing sex during each of the lessons was a little weird, but at least they had an upfront agreement about it: Whatever happened during their lessons, stayed in their lessons.