Free Riding Bitch by Melinda Barron Page B

her.
    “Shouldn’t we wait until we get down to our tent?”
    “Do as I ask.” What was it about that dark tone of voice that made her quiver? It was definitely something new for her. It made him seem sexier. Add the voice on top of the cuffs and the dick in her hand, and her excitement level was off the charts.
    But doing it outside, where anyone could drive by?
    “What if we—”
    “Get caught? The longer you wait, the more chance there is of it. Do it, Fee.”
    She moved her hand, the clink of the handcuffs making things seem even naughtier. Down his shaft she went, then back up.
    “That’s it, babe. Keep it going.” A car passed on the main road, and Felicia tried to pull her hand away. Ash wrapped his hand around hers to keep her in place.
    “All they see is a motorcycle with two people standing close together. Just keep doing what you’re doing. Concentrate on me, not on them.”
    Another car went by. At the sound, Felicia stopped moving, until Ash grasped her hand and moved it for her. When she’d picked up the rhythm he obviously wanted, he let her go, and she continued to stroke him.
    “They just think we’re taking a break. Now if I had you bent over the bike, they might get pissed, or maybe they’d just stop to watch. That might be interesting.”
    A few more pumps put her at ease. When Ash asked her to stop, she did. He reached into the saddlebag and then produced her overnight bag. After he opened it, he found some lotion. She held out her hand, and he filled it.
    When she started again, her inhibitions were gone. The chain between the cuffs clanked louder, and her hand moved quicker, thanks to the lotion. Ash muttered words of encouragement, telling her how good it felt. She was pretty sure several cars could drive up right now and neither of them would notice.
    “That’s it, babe,” Ash murmured. His uneven breath made her nipples harden. What would it be like to be fucked in public, bent over the bike? It was an exciting idea. Maybe they could do it tonight, after they were settled at their campground.
    His cock pulsed in her hand, and Felicia tightened her grip.
    “Fuck yeah,” Ash said. He leaned his head against her chest, and she had to bend just a little to keep her pace. If someone drove by now, they would definitely know something was going on, but she didn’t care anymore. All that mattered was Ash, getting him off.
    All it took was a few more hard strokes. She felt it as it started, knew his balls were pulling up.
    “Yeah, yeah, almost… Oh fuck.” His cum squirted into the air before it arced and then landed half on his boot, half on the ground.
    “Damn, Fee, that was good.” She giggled. It hadn’t really taken long, but it was so very… Nasty was the only word she could come up with. She’d done a lot of things with Ash that she’d never thought of doing before, and she wanted to keep doing them.
    Felicia kept him in her hand, savoring the feel as he softened. “As a sculptor, you should consider making a cast of your dick for me. I think it would make a great present. You could even consider doing other people’s private parts on a commission basis. You could make a lot of money.”
    She laughed, but the shocked look on his face made her stammer. Had she stepped over some sort of line? “I was just kidding. Ash, what’s wrong?”
    “What day is it?”
    Felicia moved away from him. “I have no clue. Someone took my phone away from me a few days ago.”
    He put himself away hastily, then hurried to the trailer. She watched as he rummaged around before he pulled out his phone.
    As he reconnected the battery, she waited for him to explain. That didn’t happen, since he was now solely focused on the plastic rectangle in his hand.
    It made a tinkling noise as it started up. Ash shook it and said, “Come on, service. Damn it, service,” as he waited.
    Finally, she asked him again, “What’s wrong?”
    “I think I made a ten-thousand-dollar