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| Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: me no own Couple: M/M - AU ************************************ Goddamn it was hot. Sticky. Sweltering. Stifling. I could feel it consuming me, boiling my anger into white-hot flames. Fucking asshole. The scene replayed again and again, like a badly scratched record. Him kissing that girl. Him. Kissing. That. Girl. That fucking girl, that fucking prick. I could feel my muscles quiver with rage. I needed to calm down, or else I�d overheat myself, eventually melting into a puddle and falling down the cracks of the seat. Keep it together, Deluca. Chill. The deep breaths protruded my chest, slightly calming my muscles and bringing a moment of somewhat peace. Wait, nope�not quite. Still pissed. Still enraged. I couldn�t foresee my anger dissipating anytime soon, considering it�d been a good four hours since I�d thrown my crap in the Jetta and hit the open road. To where, I still didn�t know. To anywhere, to anything, to anyone. Fuck. Although I have to give myself kudos for handling the situation with finesse; I thought of how he winced as my cherry slurpee seeped through the front of his button fly�s. �Thought you could use a little cool down, honey.� Only as the chuckle escaped my lips did I realize how evil I sounded. Damn straight. The fucker. Ok, DeLuca�you need to get a grip. Time for the tunes�cruise. Breathe. Reaching behind the seat, I rummaged around in my bag and grabbed the first cd I could reach. Bush. Nice. ��everything zen, everything zen�I don�t think so�.� Perfect. After another fifty miles and seven songs later, my infuriating anger had abated to an intensely pissed off attitude and the need for something else. Sighing, I jerked the wheel to the right and pulled into the tiny convenience store, my tires kicking up dust and coating the air with a brown haze. Hot. Too Hot. I absently pulled my hair off my neck to wipe the sweat as I walked into the store, feeling eyes on me as I did. Turning sharply I glanced quickly at the guy on the bike. Back up�motorcycle�Harley Davidson motorcycle. The red and chrome glistened in the sunlight, momentarily blinding me. Shading my eyes, I became aware of the guy. On the bike. Act casual, DeLuca. I clamped my lips together to keep from gasping. Hot. His Levi�s faded from many miles on the road. His black t-shirt hugging every plane of his torso. His hair wild and his raybans mirroring his gaze. But I could feel his eyes on me. Every move I made was watched, seen. I shivered in the sweltering heat. My breath returned only once I was deep inside the store, standing in front of the open freezer case. Quickly tossing a couple bucks on the counter, I unwrapped my cherry popsicle and headed back to my car. He was still there, still straddling his bike and following my every move. This time I didn�t turn to look. I could feel him. I shivered again, his gaze instantly hardening my nipples into stiff points. Oh great. I didn�t even stop, just headed for the Jetta and took off without a backwards glance. ******************* My anger was back, in full force. The smoke billowed out of the hood, hissing and clanging with every plume. Just fucking perfect. Now what? In my haste I�d forgotten my cell phone, and I�m now literally stuck in the middle of nowhere in 100 degree heat. Sighing, I sat back down behind the wheel, cranked the music and lay back to wait. The distant sounds of the motor on the lonely deserted highway reached my ears before I could see it. Yet I didn�t move. It got closer and I realized it was the motorcycle. And the guy. The hot guy. Just what I need�another guy. He slowed, kicking up dust as he pulled onto the shoulder behind me. I stayed where I was. I could see him in the rearview mirror�cutting the engine and swinging his leg over the bike�a well muscled, perfectly formed leg. Crap. �Need help?� His voice was low and smooth, making me jump when I realized he was right beside me. I cleared my throat, managing to croak out a �Yeah, my car died.� He looked at me for a moment, eyes still covered by the mirrored glasses. I felt my skin start to flush just as he said, �Pop the hood.� Gladly. Anything to avoid my nipples from hardening again. I stayed where I was while he looked under the hood. I�d like to tell you that it was because I feared for my safety, or I wanted to avoid the intense rays of the sun. Nah, I had a perfect view of his ass from the driver�s seat. And what an ass it was. Ok DeLuca, get a grip. This is a guy. Just like any guy. Good for fixing cars. Good for helping a stranded motorist on the side of the highway. On the side of a deserted highway in the middle of Arizona, on a sweltering afternoon. With no one else around. For miles. Focus. Coming up behind him, he turned and gazed at me. Those damn glasses were really starting to piss me off. �Got any water?� He never took his eyes off me. I nodded absently, noticing for the first time the scruff on his face. It was sexy. He was sexy. I shivered again. �Are you going to get it?� He smirked, noticing how my nipples once again showed through my gauzy white top. �Yeah, just a sec.� I tried to be nonchalant, turning and walking slowly to the trunk, as if I had all the time in the world. Behind the trunk lid, I breathed deeply, willing my nipples and my thoughts to return to normal. Grabbing the jug of water I slammed the lid shut and sauntered back over to him, making sure to breathe. In. Out. In. Out. He smirked again. Trying to disarm me. Not. Going. To. Work. This. Time. Buddy. �Here.� I handed him the jug, and tried to ignore the fact that his hands brushed mine when he grabbed it from me. They were an odd combination of rough and smooth, gentle yet powerful at the same time. �Thanks for doing this.� He didn�t respond. �I�m sorry, I didn�t catch your name.� He kept working under the hood. �That�s because I didn�t give you one.� Oh. �Ok, well, what is your name?� He kept working. I thought he was ignoring me until I heard a muffled, �Michael.� Well, hellooooo Michael. �Thanks Michael. I really appreciate this.� Silence. �It�s Maria.� �What is?� Is it that hard to grasp? �My name. It�s Maria.� Silence. Okay then. I waited another fifteen minutes, leaning against the driver side door until he�d finished. The sun was intense, making the sweat roll between my shoulder blades and my cheeks flush. I just wanted him to finish and get the hell out of there. �Ok, babe. That should do it.� He shut the hood with a slam. Babe? �My name�s Maria.� He continued what he was doing, not looking at me. I crossed my arms and waited for a response. �Whatever.� ????? �Nooooo, not whatever. My name is Maria.� He stooped and picked up the half-empty jug of water. Handing it to me he paused and said, �Whatever you say, babe.� What the fuck? �For the last goddamn time, my name is MARIA!� I quickly grabbed the jug from him and pivoted on my heel, headed back to the trunk. I had only taken a step when he grabbed my arm and jerked me around, the jug of water landing with a thump on the ground, soaking into the parched dirt. His soft lips caught mine, moving in ways that shouldn�t be legal. Gently sucking my bottom lip between his own, I gasped, allowing his tongue entrance to my mouth, running along my teeth and caressing my top lip. His hands moved up my back, entwining his fingers in my hair and caressing the nape of my neck. Oh God. He was devouring me. My lips, my neck, my ear. He ran his tongue over the rim of my earlobe. I gasped again. And suddenly I was pushed back against the car, my ass digging into the side; my palms immediately flat against the hot hood to steady myself. He attacked me, licking and sucking on my neck. I couldn�t breathe. Or think. His scruff was rubbing, creating friction as it lightly scratched my skin. Very slowly, he ran his hands down my neck to my shoulders and slid the straps of my shirt down my arms, exposing my nipples to the intense sun. Gliding lower, his hands found their way down my back, over my hips, and settled on my thighs just below the hem of my skirt. He took first one nipple, then the other into his warm mouth, rolling the tip between his tongue and the top of his mouth. I whimpered, throwing my head back to expose more to him. His only response was to run his hands up my thighs to rest underneath my flimsy flowered skirt. Determined, I grabbed his glasses off of his face before he could protest, throwing them into the dirt. He just stared at me, his incredible brown eyes holding a look I�d only seen in predators. I licked my lips. I lost all coherent thought as soon as he moved his thumbs to stroke me, moving my panties to one side. I attacked his mouth, kissing him like I�d never kissed before. With every kiss he increased the pressure between my legs until I was rocking my hips and thrusting into his touch. When he suddenly thrust two fingers into me, I couldn�t help but cry out, �MICHAEL!� He didn�t respond, only smiled a sexy grin that lit up his eyes and made me shiver again. I was teetering on the brink, his hands and lips spiraling me forward with every second of blissful torture. Then he stopped. Oh God�don�t stop� �Michael�� I whispered, my voice suddenly gone, along with my ability to stand on my own. He kissed my collarbone, sucking on the sensitive flesh as he turned me so I faced the car. With his face buried in my hair, he leaned us both over. My hands stretched out in front of me and my nipples flattened against the hot metal. The faint sound of a zipper caused my blood pressure to skyrocket and my breath to catch in my throat. His hands were suddenly on the back of my thighs, very slowly pushing my skirt up. His callused palms rubbing on my almost bare ass sent the nerve endings at the juncture of my thighs into overload, and I moaned. Thank you God for whatever I did to deserve this� All rationality and prudence left me as his finger hooked around the edge of my panties and slowly shifted them to the side. And then suddenly he was inside me, pressing deep and fast without any warning. Fuck. �Fuck�� I gasped. He laughed softly into my hair. �Ok.� He rocked into me, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Each thrust was faster and deeper than the last, forcing me forward onto the hot metal. The movement forced my strained panties against my clit and my nipples scraped almost painfully against the paint. �Oh God�Michael�� I could feel the length of him pressed against me, the heat from his black t-shirt seeping into me. His lips were on my neck, inaudible words spilling from his mouth. I moaned, formed words lost as he leaned over and gently sucked on my earlobe. Don�t stop�don�t ever stop� His hands were on me. On my back, on my neck, on my arms. His touch sent fire shooting down my spine. His thrusts were coming fast and hard, jarring me again and again. Dizzy. Hot. On fire. Then the words spilled from my mouth as I clamped down on him, spasming again and again I screamed, �MICHAEL�Oh my God�Michael.� With two more thrusts he stilled, groaning into my ear. �Fuck�� And then he collapsed on top of me, pressing me down further onto the hot metal. His breathing was hitched and unsteady, matching my own. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of feeling his heartbeat against my back, he slowly eased off of me. I heard the familiar sound of the zipper and his hands on my ass, smoothing the fabric back my exposed flesh. I couldn�t move. My breath was still coming in short gasps and my muscles refused to cooperate. The length of him lay on top of me again, caressing my stretched out arms with his calloused hands. �You gotta get up, baby. You�re going to get a sunburn.� His voice was low and husky, his lips tickling my ear. I smiled. �My name�s not baby.� He laughed again as he stroked my hair. I could listen to that voice all day. I sighed as he puts his arms around me and lifted me off the car. My nipples were red and hard, sore from the friction against the car. Slowly he pulled the straps of my shirt up, recovering them with the soft fabric. His arms were around me and his lips on mine, slow and thorough. And I felt myself becoming dizzy again. And just as soon as it started, he stepped back and walked to the Harley. I watched him swing his leg over and the motor roared to life. He flashed me a smile. �Thanks for the ride, Maria.� And then he was gone, and it was just me and the lonely stretch of highway once again. THE END |
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