Rough to Ride by Justine Elvira Page B

lifts a leg up and over the bike to get off. I'm mesmerized by his actions. I've never seen a more beautiful man.
    His perfectly sculpted arms reach into his cut and pull out a pack of smokes. He's quick to light one up as his eyes land on me. I watch as his eyes casually assault my body, starting at the base of my legs, spending extra time on my inner thighs, and then my tits. When his eyes reach mine, he slowly grins at me before taking another drag of his cigarette.
    I'm a statue. I'm a fucking statue who can't seem to peel her ass off the hood of her car. It's not entirely my fault though. The ripples of his chest, the flexing of his bicep as he brings the nicotine stick to his lips, the low dip of his jeans as I imagine what is waiting for me just a few inches below. It's all very distracting.
    His tan skin and the slight wrinkles near his eyes have me guessing he's in his late thirties. I like older men. I'm twenty-eight and have been with an older man for the last eight years. Let me tell you... older men are where it's at. They have enough experience in the bedroom to know how to get a woman off, and more importantly, they want to. These young men think they know how to get a woman hot, but the reality is they're in too much of a rush. They think if they spend a few minutes on you, then it justifies a quick bang. I don't know about you, but I need more than a few minutes. I like my foreplay to last in the double digits. Give me twenty minutes of a man's hands caressing me, his mouth sucking me off, and his fingers rubbing and pinching my nipples, clit, and g-spot, then I'll let him fuck me however he wants.
    I watch the sexy man in front of me as he flicks his cigarette out into the middle of the road. When I bring my eyes back to him, I notice the black leather boots he's wearing on his feet as he slowly walks over to me.
    Should I get up? Or should I keep my ass planted on the hood of the car?
    I'm not kidding anyone. There is no way I'm moving. His rippled chest of perfection is coming my way and I want to enjoy the view. I don’t want to continue to distract myself with stupid ideas like getting off the hood of my car.
    My hands come down to rest on my upper thighs as I smile in his direction. That's another thing I know I have going for me. I’ve been told my smile makes men weak in the knees. I’ve witnessed many men succumb to it. It's how I’ve gotten so many of Johnny's friends to do what I need them to do. I smile and they come running.
    The man walks over with such sex appeal and confidence, standing right in front of me. His hands rest down on my thighs as he pushes them apart, moving his hips between them. The move sends a shock wave through my body and I'm feeling light-headed from his touch.
    What would Johnny say right now? He'd hate it if he knew that a man was turning me on like this; that I'm intoxicated just by his presence. Well, Johnny's not here and I'm done playing things safe. I need a change, and so does Johnny. I woke up deciding to embrace change today, and that's what I'm going to do.
    Plus, I can feel my clit throbbing just at the ideas of what this man could do to me.
    His rough, callused hands start to slowly drag up my inner thighs and he stops just an inch before reaching my panties.
    "Whatcha doing out here, darling? It's not safe for a gorgeous woman like you to be on display like this. You look like a wet dream straight out of a hotrod magazine."
    I swallow hard, trying to form a coherent sentence out of my stunned lips.
    "My car broke down," I answer, trying to look innocent. Twirling a piece of my hair around my index finger, I look up at him under my long eyelashes. "My phone isn't working and the air in my car is broken, so I decided to sit on the hood to get some kind of relief from the heat."
    "Ever been on the back of a bike before?" His low, husky voice is doing uncontrollable things to my body. He's awakening a hunger deep within me.
    This is where I'm going to lie and