CH 28 - #need
Riley
Song: “I Need You” by Tim McGraw and Faith Hill
IT WAS NEARLY dark when I asked Rhys to pull off the interstate a few miles outside Weatherford. Then I told him to take a right at the stop sign and to keep driving north.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, wrapping his arm tighter around my shoulder and kissing me on the temple.
We’d been cruising for a while, talking about random things and listening to music. Rhys hadn’t mentioned Chad, which was a relief. The ordeal at Razzoo’s still occupied my mind, and discussing it again would’ve bogged it down even more.
Chad’s coming up to Rhys and me and saying all he did wasn’t surprising. I knew he was hurt from seeing us together and couldn’t keep from mouthing. It was another example of his inability to control his anger.
When Rhys said I’d always been his and asked Chad about the video, I could tell that Chad wanted to punch Rhys. Thankfully, he didn’t; otherwise, Rhys would’ve destroyed him.
“About a quarter-mile up ahead, take a left on the county road,” I said, pointing out the windshield.
“We’re out in the boonies,” Rhys chuckled. “You’re not going to kill me and leave me in the brush for the coyotes and buzzards to munch on, are you?”
“No, I have other plans for you.”
“Is that so?”
“Yep.”
After we’d been cruising down the county road for a few minutes, I unsnapped my seatbelt, turned my body toward Rhys’s, grabbed his crotch, and started running my tongue up and down his warm neck and kissing it.
“You’re going to make me have a wreck if you keep doing that,” he said.
“Then pull over.”
“Riley, I don’t know this area or the folks around here. Are you sure we won’t get caught?”
“I’m sure.”
“And how is that?”
“If you’re asking me if I ever fucked Chad out here, the answer is no. I know this area because I’ve cruised around it several times this past year. Alone.”
“Sounds like you were missing Cypress Hills.”
“I was missing you.”
Rhys parked on the side of the dirt road in the grass, turned off his truck’s lights and started kissing me while I undid his belt and jeans. Then I reached inside his sports briefs, wrapped my fingers around his cock, and started running my hand up and down it. Rhys got so hard, so quickly.
“I want to taste you,” I said, pulling my lips away from his. “I haven’t done that in a long time.”
“I remember the last time you did. Hell, I remember every time you’ve done it. You always make me see stars.”
“Get ready to see some more.”
I leaned over and licked his tip, tasting the creamy saltiness that had leaked out. Then, I took all the inches of his long cock into my mouth that I could and began running my lips and tongue up and down them. Rhys groaned and grabbed the hair on the back of my head, tangling his fingers in it as I kept working to make him lose control.
“Riley, stop,” he said after a couple of minutes.
I looked up at him. “Why?”
“I don’t want it to be just me coming. I want you to do it, too.”
“But you’re so close.”
“Don’t worry about me. Get naked.”
Within seconds, we both were. I laid down on the front seat and spread my legs as Rhys moved his body over the top of mine. When he pushed his cock inside me, he exhaled hard, and I closed my eyes, loving the feeling of us being one again.
While the country music kept playing on Rhys’s radio, and he kept fucking me with just as much passion as I was fucking him, I thought about all the times we had sex on this very spot. It was a wonder there wasn’t a permanent stain on it due to all the cum and sweat between Rhys and me. Or maybe there was, but neither of us had noticed because the stain covered the whole seat.
“Baby, I feel you tightening up,” Rhys breathed in my ear.
I nodded and dug my heels into his tight ass. Seconds later, we lost control, making Black Betty shake more than ever. Afterward, Rhys lifted himself and looked down at me.
“You’ve always made me feel higher than any whiskey I’ve ever had. I swear, you’re a hundred-proof, Riley,” he said, smiling.
“So are you.”
“I love you.”
“And I love you.”
“Don’t ever let go of me again.”
“I’m not.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
“The weekend can’t get here soon enough,” I told Rhys.
We were standing next to his truck parked in my driveway. His arms were wrapped around my waist, mine were around his neck, and his blue eyes were piercing mine.
“Will you be okay until Friday?” he asked.
“I’ll be fine.”
“Are you concerned about Chad showing up here or at your work now that he knows you’re back and that you and I are together again?”
“I’m really not. After last night at Razzoo’s, I doubt he’ll contact me again.”
“If he does, let me know. I’ll handle it.”
“I know you will.”
“Kiss me, mia bella, and then you can finish getting ready for work.”
“Before I do that, I want to thank you again for changing my locks.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Thank you for taking me cruising after supper, too, for the romp in Black Betty and soaking in a bubble bath with me after we got back here. That was so much fun,” I said, smiling.
“Yeah, it was.”
“Even though we didn’t have much room?”
“Even though.”
“One of these days, I’m going to have a big clawfoot tub and take the most divine baths in it. I’ll sprinkle essential oils in the water, scatter flower petals, and have a candelabra in the bathroom, with all the candles lit and music playing.”
“One of these days, huh?”
“Yes.”
I kissed Rhys goodbye and then watched him back out of my driveway. He stopped on the street, rolled down his driver-side window, and gave me heart-hands. I smiled and waved at him, and he drove off, heading back to our hometown where I wished I was going.