Page 24 of Ride or Die (The Shores #1)

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FOUR

RIDE OF YOUR LIFE

LAYLA

He gives me a smoldering look, waiting for my response.

I nod while biting my lip, and he starts the car.

The powerful rumble of the engine resonates deep within me, sending a jolt of exhilaration through my body.

It’s not just the unseasonably warm November night making me sweat; it’s the anticipation and thrill I am about to experience with this gorgeous man beside me, his presence radiating confidence and charm.

Everything is a thrill with him.

He shifts the car into gear, and we cruise through the suburbs. I feel him stealing glances at me, his gaze setting my skin on fire. Thankfully, the windows are open just enough to allow a little wind to blow through my hair, simmering this heat that’s overwhelming me.

There is just something about the way the streetlights illuminate him as we drive. The shadows and light that cast over him, over and over. He's so handsome, and it’s captivating to look at. I notice it every time we drive at night.

We drive out of the city lights into the countryside, where the smell of earth and water take over our senses. The air is cooler here.

“Not much farther,” he says, focusing on the road, his hand holding mine.

When we finally reach the desolate location, he stops right in the middle of the road, the engine rumbling beneath us.

“So, you said you need some excitement in your life?” he asks, looking over at me. His left hand hangs loosely over the wheel, looking casual and oh so fucking sexy.

“Uh-huh,” I reply, licking my lips.

“Well, you’ve come to the right guy.” He winks, putting the car into first gear and revving it up.

The tires spin for a moment, and then we’re off like a bullet. We speed up quickly as Colton smoothly shifts through the gears like it’s second nature to him. Because it is. Illegal or not, racing and cars are his thing.

My pulse accelerates, pounding in my ears. At first, I’m holding onto the holy shit bar, scared out of my mind. But then, something comes over me. A sense of calm and trust in him, and my god, the fucking thrill.

We are driving at dangerously high speeds, but I don’t care.

At this moment, it feels like I’m flying.

Adrenaline courses through me, making me giddy as all hell, and I laugh out loud, having the time of my life.

He continues on the straight country highway, maintaining our high speed with a grin on his face.

Colt glances at me for a second, then reaches his right hand over and strokes my thigh. His hand creeps higher and higher, and I spread my legs wider for him, allowing his hand to caress my aching core over my panties. I’m no longer laughing but looking at him with pure desire.

He pushes my panties aside, easily inserting two fingers into me. A rush of electricity shoots through me from the thrill of racing in his car, and his fingers fucking me while he maneuvers it.

This is so fucking hot. Dangerous as hell. But hot.

He spreads my wetness all over my clit, circling the sensitive nub.

A knot tightens in my stomach. Between the vibrating car, his intoxicating scent, the fact it’s Colton fucking Hawthorne, and I’ve never had an experience like this in my life, I’m unraveling in such record time it borderlines on embarrassing. Within minutes, I come.

He smiles triumphantly towards the road as he listens to me cry out his name in ecstasy.

Pulling off the main road as I come down from my release, he slows the car to a stop on the shoulder, puts it in park, takes off his seat belt, and throws his seat all the way back. I take off my panties and immediately crawl into his lap, and our mouths collide.

He moans into my mouth, twisting his tongue expertly with mine. Our kiss is urgent and hungry. Desperation mixed with apology.

I’m about to fuck him here, in his car, in the middle of nowhere, and I am not going to regret a second of it.

I throw his hat into the back seat and run my hands through his thick hair, tugging a bit just to make him groan.

His fingers reach between us, eagerly fumbling with his belt and jeans, opening them just enough to expose his tented boxers.

My hands move to his chest and his slide up my arms, pulling the straps and top of my dress below my tits.

A low growl of approval vibrates in his chest when he sees I’m not wearing a bra.

Colt reaches up and gently caresses my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples and pulling. I throw my head back as he gropes my breasts, worshiping them before meeting my eyes.

“You are so fucking perfect,” he whispers as he takes my nipple in his mouth and flicks it with his tongue, maintaining eye contact.

I grind against his cock through his boxers, needing friction.

“Pull down your pants,” I demand.

He does as I say, never taking his eyes off mine. At my mercy, he pulls them down just enough to free his hard cock. I bite my lip as I look down at what I’m about to fuck. His perfect dick.

Goddamn. He’s all mine.

Colt smirks up at me like he read my mind. “He’s all yours, baby.”

He grabs my ass as I glide my wet pussy along his shaft, making both of us moan. I center myself over him, sliding all the way down his length. His eyes widen and his grip on my ass tightens.

“Holy shit,” he murmurs, his eyes widening as I wrap tightly around him, and I gasp.

Lost to the sensation, I start to rock on his cock, feeling him spread my ass cheeks every time I sink in towards him.

Our rhythm is slow, but I don’t want slow.

I want to fuck hard. I need to feel him so deeply, so intensely, that I don’t know where he ends and I begin.

So I start to lift and drop myself onto him hard and fast, and he is happy to help by lifting my hips.

Up and down, in and out, this man reaches my deepest spaces.

“Oh my god. I love the way you fuck me,” he mumbles. I smile, knowing I’m giving him as much pleasure as he’s giving me.

Over and over, he hits my sweet spot, and I feel myself climbing higher and higher towards another release.

I kiss him with everything I have. One of those sloppy, messy, tongues all over but I can’t fucking get enough of you kisses.

Hungry, erotic tongue play. I bite down on his lip and drag it out with my teeth.

“Mmm, Colt. I’m going to come…” I whimper against his lips.

Digging his fingers into my hips, he forces my movements to still, then he reaches up, taking time to palm my tits, teasing my nipples to delay my orgasm.

My head falls back, every twist and tug sending me spiraling, desperate to find my release.

Sweat coats my skin, and just when I think I can’t take anymore, he flicks his hips, hitting the mark.

“Ahh!” I cry out, bouncing on his dick again, riding him with abandon.

Topping me from the bottom, his hips meet my ass with every bounce. Waves of warmth spread through my entire body, making me tingle all over as I ride him. The pleasure is almost unbearable.

“Fuck yeah, Layla. Don't stop,” he groans and smacks my ass, making me yelp. He growls, smacking it again.

Colt’s head falls back against the headrest, his heavy-lidded eyes watching me bounce on his cock. An intense heat rushes through me, and I can’t hold it off as euphoria explodes from my loins.

“Yes, Colt! Ahh!” My body stiffens, and I come hard.

“Fuuuck.” As my walls spasm around him, Colt roars with his own release, and liquid heat fills me from the inside.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way my body buzzes with this crazy high. Before Colton, I had never experienced anything like this, and he’s the only one who can make me feel this way.

He is still inside me while we pant, holding each other in the car. I kiss along his neck, shifting slightly. A tingle of arousal begins again at the mere thought of him still being inside of me.

He swells up again, and I smile against his neck.

“Mmm, I’m not done with you yet, Layla,” he whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

Straightening his spine, he looks over my shoulder and puts the car in drive, pulling off into a farm lane just a few yards up from where we were parked.

He drives with me straddling him, each bump and push of his foot on the clutch and gas moving him around inside me.

His cum leaks out of me, dripping around his cock and onto his balls.

Oh my fuck, this is hot.

There are still no signs of life to be seen on this country road, but we have a little more privacy in this lane, so Colt opens the door and pulls me off of his erection, helping me out of the car. I stand outside, leaning against the side of the trunk, and wait to see what he will do.

I’m a sight. My hair is a mess, my dress is pulled down over my tits, and I look like I have been thoroughly fucked.

Before I know it, holding onto his unbuttoned pants so they don’t fall down, Colt comes at me with his ‘I’m about to fuck you hard’ eyes. He grabs and turns me, bending me over the side of the trunk. He flips my dress over my hips, plowing into me from behind with no warning.

His bare flesh impales mine. I scream from the forcefulness of his large cock stretching me again.

He growls as he slams into me over and over, fucking me rougher than ever.

Fisting my hair, he pulls my head back. His teeth sink into my neck, making me cry out, and then he pulls back to slap my ass.

Our sounds of pleasure echo in the quiet country air, nothing but the headlights highlighting our fuck-fest.

“Colt, you’re going to make me come again,” I moan.

He growls again and removes himself from my pussy, making me whimper. Turning me around roughly, he grabs my jaw and slams his lips against mine. His tongue invades my mouth hungrily, like he’s ravenous to taste me in any way he can.

“You come when I tell you to come,” he demands. Colt lifts me and pushes me back against the car, and I throw my legs around his waist. The cool metal draws goosebumps to the surface of my heated skin as he sinks back into me, his expression morphing into one of complete pleasure.

“Layla, you feel so good. Fuuuck,” he groans, his eyes rolling back as he fucks me against the trunk.

The car rocks back and forth, and his eyes trail down to my tits, bouncing with each thrust. He lifts my legs up higher, holding me behind my knees, practically bending me in half.

His teeth sink into his lip as he watches me, sweat-slicked strands of hair falling in his face.

Staccato moans roll from my throat every time he sinks in.

Fucking me hard and fast in this position, he hits so deep I swear I can almost feel him in my stomach.

It’s so good, the sensations so overwhelming, I know I can’t hold on much longer.

“Mmm, yes, take my cock baby. That's my good girl .” He leans in and kisses me deeply, his pace never faltering. Our lips separate, and Colt’s eyes meet mine. “Come for me, Layla.”

Like he’s barely hanging on, his command comes out hoarse and beyond sexy, and I shatter into a million delicious pieces, coming again. Hard.

I scream so loudly it can probably be heard for miles. His eyes flash, and Colt lets out a guttural, animalistic roar. His entire body tenses, spasming as he orgasms, pumping his hot cum deep inside of me again.

Pinned against the car, my legs drape over his arms as I tremble from the intensity of the orgasm he just gave me, and his head rests against mine.

“Holy fuck, Layla. That was. Wow. I just love the naughty girl you hide behind those dresses,” he says breathlessly, chuckling as he slowly releases my legs.

His soft lips brush mine again, and my body grows heavy, shivering as the sweat cools on my skin in the November air.

“You’re shivering,” he says, frowning. Stepping out from between my legs, Colt disappears for a second. The car door opens and closes, and he comes back with his hoodie. “Here, wear my sweater.”

“Thank you,” I say as he hands it to me, smiling softly at the sweet gesture.

As he does up his pants, I pull the thick hoodie over my shoulders, dragging the fabric around my face to inhale his smell.

Once he’s dressed, Colt pulls me closer, kissing me again. “That was fucking amazing. Thank you for coming around. I love you.”

“I love you too.” I wrap my arms around his waist and he hugs me close before we get back in the car.

We sit here for a moment waiting for the windshield to defog, both of us basking in our post-orgasm glow.

“So, if makeup sex is always like that, I’m willing to have more arguments with you.” He chuckles, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Very funny.”

He smirks over at me, his expression turning serious the longer he looks into my eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”

Colt reaches over and grabs my hand, bringing it to his lips. He kisses my knuckles one by one, looking at me like I’m the sole reason the world spins.

“Why did you choose me Colt?” I blurt without thinking.

"I didn't choose you. You chose me." Dropping our connected hands in his lap, Colt leans his head against the headrest, eyes still on me. “Ever since I first saw you, it’s always been you. Everyone else was just a distraction. I will never fuck this up. You’re it, the one. Don’t ever doubt what I feel for you, no matter how hard those stupid fucks try to get between us,” he whispers, reaching over to brush his thumb across my cheek.

“It’s me and you against them, babe.”

He leans across the middle console to kiss me, and I can’t help the smile that crosses my face. His words always make me blush.

Colt sits back, turning up the stereo volume and clicking his seat belt into place. The bass rumbles through the car, ‘03 Bonnie and Clyde by Jay-Z featuring Beyoncé plays.

We both chuckle when Jay-Z raps about having his ‘thoroughest’ girl riding with him.

“How fitting, ” Colt says, looking at me with glazed-over eyes and a small smile.

We sit and listen for another moment as the windshield finally starts to clear.

The lyrics make us both smile, feeling so appropriate, and it hits right in the feels.

We put our hands on the stick together as he looks at me with that gorgeous smile. We put the car into gear, and he drives us home.