Page 10 of Road Trip with Her Bodyguard (Love Along Route 14 #9)

DANE

M y sweet girl is trying so hard to be bold. I’m enjoying it far more than I should.

I get the sense that Jorie’s in a strange mental space right now where she’s trying to assert herself and discover where she stands in the world. I’m honestly not sure whether I’m helping or hindering her progress, but I’m going to let this gorgeous girl be as forward as she likes.

I lean in for a kiss, but she stops me by grabbing my belt. “Everything off.”

“Hmm. I think I like you a bit bossy.”

“Good.”

Her big brown eyes are so warm and soft I could get lost in them. Yet my body is taking over and wants hers with a hunger I can’t hold back any longer. My belt and jeans hit the floor with a clank.

Once I’m naked I pause, letting Jorie stare at me for a moment.

Then I lie beside her, slipping an arm under her shoulders to pull our lips together.

My other palm slides across her bare skin, coasting lightly around her breasts as her entire body quivers, her skin pale against mine as we move together.

I want this beautiful woman so badly. Not just today. Not just during this bizarre road trip. Forever.

My teeth pull at her bottom lip, nibbling playfully until she giggles. “Hey now, you stole that kiss. It doesn’t count.”

“Fair. What did you have in mind?”

There’s a dash of wickedness in her smile and lighting up her eyes as her hand skims down my chest and across my stomach. It tightens from her touch.

I’ve been extremely hard countless times since we met, but now it actually feels like my cock is going to snap off if I don’t get some relief.

Her slender fingers gripping my shaft is the opposite of that, though – another prickle of fiery lust curls through my brain and my heart, spreading through my entire being.

“You can do anything you like to me,” I whisper softly. “Or have me do anything to you. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready?—”

I pull in a sharp, jerky breath as Jorie’s head lurches down, her lips closing firmly around the head of my cock. My fingers thread through the back of her hair, then I force myself to remain motionless.

As her fingers move slowly along my length, her mouth bobs up and down, capturing the first few inches. A groan rattles through me, which makes her eyes flash up to meet mine.

“So beautiful,” I murmur, caressing the back of her neck. I’m aching to plunge deeper, every pull of her soft mouth sending fire through my veins, but I firmly squash down the urge to thrust between her lips.

She mumbles something, the vibrations teasing my skin just before she runs her tongue around the edge.

Damn. If she does that again, I’m going to fuck her mouth for real, which is no way for our first time to go down.

Her tongue darts around again, and Jorie begins to suck harder. My fingers tighten in her hair for a count of three, then she gasps when I flip her onto her back and yank off her panties.

“My turn for a kiss.” I barely recognize the gravel tone in my voice.

Spreading her silky thighs, I wait for her nod before leaning in, my breath warming her delicate pink skin.

It’s the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen in my life, and I take a full minute to simply stare.

As my calloused fingertips start to brush slowly along every tender curve, I watch as she becomes flushed, her skin becoming pinker, shinier, as her inner lips become wet.

“That’s…not a kiss,” she mutters between fluttering breaths.

“You’re right.”

The need to possess this beautiful young woman twists and burns through my soul, making me rougher than I normally would be. I flip her leg over my shoulder, then dive in, licking and sucking along her skin, finding every spot that makes her moisture drip onto my lips.

“Delicious,” I moan, thrusting my tongue deep as Jorie clutches my scalp, her back arching and sending her perfect rosy nipples pointing toward the ceiling.

She’s a vision. A goddess. And she’s all…

“ Mine .”

I’m not even sure if she’s heard my throaty mumble until her eyes meet my own in a blaze of raw emotion. Then there’s a half nod, a stuttered gasp. My finger dives deep as my lips circle her swollen clit, licking and sucking until she bucks and writhes across the bed.

The “wholesome cabin” vibe flies out the window as her squeals and cries fill the air around us.

Her hips rock, moving frantically as my finger moves inside her faster. Rougher. I can’t be gentle, even though I know I should. She’s responding so strongly that I need to give her every single thing she obviously craves.

I adore that she wants me just as badly as I want her, her fingers tightening in my hair as she squirms hard, grinding my mouth against her.

I can hear the exact point where her moans and sighs turn from excited to helpless. Her tight pussy clamps around my finger as her shoulders curl forward, her eyes meeting mine as her mouth falls open in a silent scream.

My God, she’s perfect. Every single thing about this precious girl drives me wild.

I wait until she collapses back against the pillows before removing my finger and sucking it clean. “Delicious. Every inch of you, gorgeous.”

Her eyes widen. “I still get two more kisses.”

My heart swells. “Go ahead, baby.”

Ever since I met her, Jorie has been nothing like I expected. Her unpredictability is one of her many charms. Right now, I’m waiting for her to lean in for a soulful good night kiss, while I try to calm down the rock-hard erection that’s threatening to drain all the blood from my brain.

Instead, she leaps on top of me, straddling my hips and capturing my mouth with hers as she rubs her wet, open pussy all the way up and down my length.

“Dane.” The way my name falls from her lips makes pre-come leak from the head of my cock as it nudges against her clit. “I’ve been on the pill for a year, but never needed to…I’ve never had this connection with anyone, and…”

“Do whatever you want with me, baby.”

That seems to reassure her. She reaches between us, nudging the pulsing head of my cock between her inner lips. She’s so wet. So ready. So excited. I can’t rush this moment, even though I’m dying to grab her and plunge deep.

“Take it easy,” I murmur, stroking her hair, her back, her hips.

Jorie’s eyes blaze. “Who’s being bossy now?”

My palm taps the underside of her ass in a feather-light spank. “I just don’t want you to hurt yourself. Be careful.”

Her hips swivel from side to side as she slowly works me in, about two inches. “Yeah, yeah,” she mutters, her eyes falling closed. “My bodyguard wants to guard my body.”

“Jorie. You’re fully aware this the last thing we should be?—”

Oh, daaamn. Can’t think. Can’t speak. Can barely breathe as her soft, snug pussy nudges down, down, gradually capturing my length.

Her hips began to rock as she carefully presses down further. Everything Jorie does is careful, I’ve come to realize. Partly because she’s been sheltered. Partly because she’s so eager to please everyone around her.

“Just do what feels good, baby. Don’t force it.”

Her palms land on my chest as she lifts up, squirming slightly. “I kind of… want to force it. I need you deeper. It’s just going to take a minute.”

Her hips rock back and forth in small motions, trying to work me past a point of friction inside her.

“You want me to help, baby?”

Jorie’s already nodding. “Please. I just…need you.”

Her breathy sigh is the last thing I hear before I grasp her hip with one hand and dig my heels into the bed. Her beautiful eyes widen in surprise as I push deep, slowly sinking all the way into her luscious pussy.

Her mouth falls open with a sputter. “Oh. Oh. Oh! ”

Then she laughs, tossing her hair over her shoulder. She can’t catch her breath fully. “There’s just so much of you!”

I chuckle with her, moving, pushing, stroking deep.

Even though my animalistic side is surging up as I claim my woman, Jorie’s giggles keep our energy light.

She’s completely unselfconscious as she leans back, experimenting with the angle, displaying her perfect tits in a way that makes my mouth water.

This is unbelievable. I’m just some guy who swings a sledgehammer and has a cozy life. How could I be so lucky to have this amazing goddess drop into my world, and end up riding my dick like a sexy little cowgirl?

She leans forward again for a kiss, and this time I grab her harder, thrusting up to meet her, grinding against her clit. I can tell when I hit the spot, because her mouth grows slack and her eyelashes flutter.

“You like that, baby?”

“Yeah. This is… yeah .”

My back arches just enough to brush my chest against her nipples lightly. “Yeah? You like being full of me? You like your hot little pussy being completely full of my cock?”

Her eyes blaze as she cries out, nodding and grinding, as lost in the moment as I am.

I thrust up to meet her as she rides me, both of us finding the rhythm perfectly.

Her fingernails prick my shoulders as she holds on, thighs tight around me.

I can already feel her pussy squeezing me, ready to release.

I lick my thumb, then work it between her legs, finding her button and rubbing quick and hard.

Jorie’s mouth falls open again, but no sound comes out.

“You’re the only woman I’ve ever brought here,” I suddenly say. “The only woman I’ve ever considered building a life with. Just a few days, and I already know you’re mine. We’re meant to be, gorgeous. Please tell me you agree.”

I’m not sure what word she’s trying to say, but she’s nodding.

I watch as she inhales a couple of ragged breaths, then grinds down, her pussy locking around my pulsing cock as she begins to shake from head to toe.

“That’s my perfect, sexy girl…riding my cock until she comes so hard.”

From the way her eyes blaze, it’s clear she loves it when I talk dirty.

Her climax ripples on and on as I take the lead.

With Jorie suddenly too weak to help, going boneless over me, my body takes over.

Griping her luscious round ass with both hands, I groan loudly, fucking up into her hard and fast until my cock twitches over and over, filling her with long, hot spurts.

I’ve never come so hard in my life, draining myself into her still-twitching pussy.

Her eyes shine as she pants, nodding and grinning. My hands can’t stop moving, caressing her back, gradually moving her to lie beside me.

I hurry to the bathroom, grabbing a warm wet washcloth to clean her up first, then me. She snuggles in my arms, then starts laughing. “How many kisses was that?”

“You’re so damn sexy that I lost count. Maybe just one more for now?”

Our last good night kiss is gentle. Like a sunrise over a field of wildflowers, it just keeps blooming, but softly. Wow, this girl has me thinking in poetry.

As I listen to Jorie falling asleep in my arms, my heart thumps wildly from the comfortable pressure of her head against the side of my chest.

What a life it would be to keep this incredible woman with me. If everything really did turn out and she decided to move here so that we could live together.

If I thought I could possibly swing it, I would move to California for her in a heartbeat. But I have no connections there. No way to set up a business and earn a living.

I want Jorie to fulfil her dream of becoming a masseuse, of course, but it’s harder than just taking a course.

She’d have to find a job, or open her own place.

That would take money, but I would happily help her rent a space.

I would definitely send all the workmen I know her way to support her, although the thought of her hands on another man does make my stomach clench a little.

Maybe I could help her find a place in a neighborhood that’s more female-centric. Plenty of office workers. Or maybe there’s a dance school around. I could?—

Dammit.

Here I am planning Jorie’s life without her, just like her family. Even though these are nothing more than sleepy ideas, a ripple of shame runs through me.

Jorie is going to have to figure out what she wants from life, and I will support her every step of the way. I’ve already derailed any short-term plans she had for this weekend.

We’ll take it slowly. Recalibrate our lives to make them fit together.

I’m worried it might be a lot harder for her than for me, though.