Driver

The view is worth the risk

My response to a micro-fiction prompt on RanchHand’s Substack. I hammered this out as soon as I read the prompt.

“Stop for a sec?” She chimes from the back seat after a few minutes. I pull over at the SixPac, one of the divey little liquor stores on Sunset. I want to roll down the passenger’s side and holler about a couple of nips of Fireball. What I don’t expect is her back so soon. Slamming the door beside me. Yelling, “Drive!”

I hit the gas. It’s late. I’m tired. But I understand the assignment. I slam my foot down on the gas, and we spin out, kicking rocks and trash up behind my WRX and into the face of the big motherfucker coming out after her with a baseball bat.

She scream-laughs, and I can’t help but whoop as I straighten out on Sunset and hit the first right. I don’t think he got the tag, but I don’t want to give him a good look. Instead, my eyes are on the cold bottle of whatever she’s tucking in between her tits. She leans over and hands me its twin. I don’t even ask what it is because before I can even get the bottle to my mouth, her mouth is already there. Her tongue is eager. Her breath hot. I’m rock hard in an instant, my dick straining against my jeans.

Her eyes are closed, but mine are wide open. Waves of red hair blinding me, my mind’s eye wondering how she’s gonna look naked. I shove the beer into the cup holder, tap the brakes and slide into the left lane, my right hand free and pulling on her t-shirt. I need those tits in my hands before she comes to her senses. My dick tingles with anticipation when her hand slides to my jeans. Fuck. What a great final tip, and then who knows what else.

“Let’s fuck, baby,” she whispers in my ear, her hair and face out of my way for a moment. I spy the yellow ahead, the few cars slowing down. I tap the brake in anticipation of the red, but her tongue is in my ear, her voice pleading. “Don’t slow down. I don’t wanna slow down. If you stop, I stop. If you keep going, I keep going.”

Her voice drips with yearning. It drowns out the horn. Headlights flash through the passenger window. I jam on the gas. A car horn wails angry behind us as we zip through the light. I’m not stopping. She’s not stopping. I’ll drive until there’s no driving to do.

“Do you like the beer?” she says, putting the bottle to her mouth. She spills more than she drinks, beer dripping down over her tits. They bounce and sparkle. Streetlights whip by on Laurel Canyon. Her top is on the seat, and the moment the bottle is empty, she tosses it out the window and goes to work on her jeans.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The curves, the red hair, the beer on her breath, and then her tits in my hand as she leans in. I pull on the wheel as we rise above the city. My head bobs and weaves around her as she tugs on my jeans. Her mouth on my dick. A car horn blares. I tap the brakes and jerk back to the right. The city lights fall away below us.

“Oh fuck, baby,” she mewls. On me, straddling. Naked as the day she was born. She’s soaked, bald, soft and eager. I’m raging hard. Tits in my face. I grip the wheel with one hand, her ass with the other. She slides me in, grinding from the go. I groan, wondering what I did so right in life to deserve this. Another beer over her tits. Half in her mouth. Half in mine. My eyes riveted on the road, the barrier, headlights to my left and not straight-on.

She grinds, tongue in my mouth. She’s going for broke, her head hitting the roof of the car. Tits everywhere. I duck them to find the road curving left, the barrier too close. Squeezing my dick. Her ass thudding down on my balls, and I’m in heaven. The hot summer air through the window, I can smell the City of Angels on the wind. Light spread out across the valley to the Pacific. The night sky opens up before us. All of it lost in the moment as the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen fucks me silly while I white-knuckle the wheel. I drive.

She slows, grinding, shuddering. The car slows as she slows. Her nails dig into my shoulders. I grimace, knowing what the bruises will look like. Her mouth is sweet. My favorite beer, but that’s not what I want to taste. We could pull over. I think about her spread out over my hood while I suck on her clit. Devour her. Make her lose her mind. Forget the wedding a week away. Tonight is only a moment, a moment we both need.

“Put a baby in me,” she whispers, and I blink, losing focus.

“Really?” I don’t know how my brain is still working. She feels like a dream. She looks like a goddess. I could run my fingers through that hair forever. I could hold that ass until the end of time. The smile. The sound of her voice.

“I need it. I want it. Please.” She protests. Her hands find my balls, squeezing, and I take my foot off the gas, letting the car coast. The night is quiet here, the city far away. Only the breeze through the trees in Runyon Canyon park, her breathing in my ear, the sticky wet sounds between us.

I’m coming. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m coming, groaning, my foot scrambling for the brake pedal as we slide towards the overlook.

She stops, leaning back against the wheel, her tits in my face, chest heaving. A smile I cannot stop looking at. Eyes like a pure topaz. I shift into park, my hands free from the prison of the wheel. I stroke her nipples.

“This is my favorite spot.”

“Mine, too.” I want to look out over the city, but I can’t take my eyes off her.

“Seven days.”

“Not soon enough.”

“Agreed,” she says and leans in for a kiss.