54. The Tour Bus (1)

The low, rhythmic thrum of the Midnight Express's diesel engine had been vibrating through the soles of my boots for twelve hours, and every single revolution of the tires felt like it was winding a spring tighter in my gut. This bus was huge-a double-decker luxury liner packed with musicians, techies, and groupies-but right now, the only person in the world was sitting three inches to my left.

Jade.

She had been playing a dangerous game since we crossed the state line. She was wearing a pair of denim cut-offs so short they were more of a suggestion than a garment, and a thin, ribbed tank top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination in the bus's aggressive air conditioning. Every time the bus hit a bump or swerved to change lanes, she'd "accidentally" brush her thigh against mine, or lean her head on my shoulder, letting the scent of her vanilla perfume and sweat-dampened skin cloud my vision.

"You're awfully quiet, Roman," she whispered, her voice a low, teasing purr that barely carried over the snoring of the roadie three rows back.

I didn't look at her. I kept my eyes fixed on the dark highway stretching out ahead of the windshield, my hands white-knuckled on the armrests. "I'm trying to figure out if I'm going to kill you or fuck you, Jade. And right now, it's a toss-up."

She let out a soft, breathy laugh and reached down, her hand sliding over my lap. She didn't hesitate. She cupped the massive, aching bulge in my jeans, her thumb tracing the thick line of my cock through the denim. I let out a jagged, muffled groan, my hips bucking instinctively into her touch.

"It feels like you've already made up your mind," she murmured. She leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of my ear, her tongue darting out to lick the lobe. "The back lounge is empty. Everyone's crashed out or watching movies in their bunks. Take me back there, Roman. Before I lose my mind."

I didn't need to be told twice. I stood up, my pulse hammering in my ears, and led her through the narrow, darkened aisle. We stepped over discarded boots and around sleeping bodies, the bus swaying and tilting as we made our way to the rear lounge. We burst through the heavy curtain into the small, horseshoe-shaped seating area, and the moment the fabric fell shut behind us, the pretense of civilization evaporated.

I didn't waste time with a greeting. I grabbed her by the waist and shoved her back against the padded leather wall, my mouth crashing onto hers. It wasn't a kiss; it was a reclamation. I tasted the coffee she'd been sipping and the raw, desperate hunger she'd been hiding all day.

"You've been a fucking brat today," I growled against her lips, my hands sliding down to grip her ass. I hiked her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, her pussy pressing hard against my fly. "Teasing me in front of everyone. Making me sit there while my cock was throbbing like a heartbeat."

"I wanted you to want it," she panted, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "I wanted you to be as miserable as I was."

I dropped her back onto the leather bench and stripped her. I didn't unbutton the cut-offs; I ripped them, the buttons popping and skittering across the floor. I pulled the tank top over her head and threw it into the corner. She was bare beneath it, her breasts pale and full in the dim, blue LED accent lights of the lounge. Her nipples were dark, hard buds, already begging for attention.

"Look at you," I rasped, my eyes raking over her body. "Soaking wet for me in the back of a bus."

I forced her onto her hands and knees on the long bench, her ass presented to me, shimmering with a fine sheen of sweat. I unbuckled my belt and kicked my jeans off, my cock springing free-thick, dark, and already leaking beads of pre-cum that signaled the end of my restraint.

I reached for her throat, my hand wrapping around it firmly. I didn't squeeze hard enough to hurt, just enough to remind her who was in charge. I yanked her head back, forcing her to look at me. "You want to be a slut on the highway, Jade? You want everyone on this bus to hear what I'm doing to you?"

"Yes," she choked out, her blue eyes wide and dark. "Please, Roman. Just fucking do it."

I didn't use a condom. I wanted the raw, friction-heavy reality of her. I spit into my hand and rubbed the moisture over her pussy-already dripping, her juices thick and sweet-scented. I guided my cock to her entrance and pushed. The muscle resisted for a heartbeat before I drove into her with a single, grounding thrust.

Jade let out a long, shattered cry that was muffled by the vibration of the engine. I was massive, stretching her to the point of pain, but the pleasure that followed was a white-hot explosion. I began to move, a slow, punishing rhythm that ground my pelvis against her ass with every stroke.

"You're so tight," I groaned, my hands digging into her hips to pull her harder onto me. "It's like you've been waiting for this since we left Nashville."

"I have," she sobbed, her head tossing back against my chest. "Oh god, Roman... harder. Give it to me harder."

I increased the pace, the rhythm of my thrusts synchronizing with the rhythmic thud of the tires over the expansion joints of the highway. The lounge was a small, enclosed space, and the sound of our joined bodies-the wet slaps, the guttural groans-seemed to amplify, vibrating through the walls.

I flipped her over, forcing her onto her back on the narrow bench. I hiked her legs up over my shoulders, exposing her completely to the blue light. I reached down and began to work her clitoris with my thumb, my movements fast and brutal, while I continued to hammer into her pussy.

"I'm going to breed you on this bus, Jade," I whispered, my voice a dark, primal promise. "I'm going to fill you up so deep that you'll feel me every time we hit a bump for the next five hundred miles."

The mention of breeding-of the raw, permanent consequence of our lust-made her internal muscles clamp around me in a series of desperate, rhythmic spasms. She was thrashing under me, her fingers clawing at the leather, her breath coming in ragged, high-pitched gasps.

"Yes," she hissed, her eyes rolling back. "Breed me. Put your baby in me, Roman. Fill me up."

I was close. I could feel the white-hot spark of my climax beginning to bloom in my lower belly, a tension so tight it felt like my skin was going to burst. I didn't pull out. I didn't even slow down. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head up to meet my gaze as I hit the back of her womb with every stroke.

"Tell me who owns this pussy," I commanded, my voice a jagged rasp.

"You!" she screamed, her voice finally breaking through the barrier of the engine noise. "It's yours! Everything is yours!"

The explosion was total. Jade's body racked with the force of her release, her pussy pulsing around me in a frantic, exquisite rhythm. A second later, I followed her, a guttural, animalistic roar escaping my throat as I emptied myself deep into her. I felt the hot, thick surge of my cum filling her, a weight that felt like a permanent mark of my ownership.

We stayed there for several minutes, the bus continuing its relentless journey through the night. I was collapsed on top of her, my face buried in the crook of her neck, our hearts hammering against each other in a frantic, post-coital dance.

"You're a mess," I murmured eventually, my voice thick with exhaustion.

"Your mess," she whispered, her hand reaching up to trace the line of my jaw.

I pulled out slowly, the wet, squelching sound of my exit making her whimper. I looked down at her-flushed, ruined, and sated-and then at the mess we'd made on the expensive leather bench. I reached down and smeared a drop of my seed across her stomach, a final, quiet claim.

"Get cleaned up," I told her, my eyes still dark with a lingering, protective heat. "We've got six hours until we hit the next stop. And I'm not done with you yet."

I stood up and pulled my jeans back on, the thrum of the engine feeling like a part of my own body now. As I stepped back through the curtain into the darkened aisle, I realized that the road ahead was long, but as long as Jade was on this bus, I had everything I needed to make the journey worthwhile.