Stealing His Ride

POV TESSA.

Motherfucker! I tread water in the deep end of the pool, blinded by pure rage. I cannot fathom that he just used my mouth to get off, threw my naked body into the freezing pool, and casually walked away without a single backward glance. I stare at the empty space on the patio where he just stood seconds ago. The darkness of the sprawling yard swallows his retreating figure, leaving me alone in the silent water. The cold liquid bites at my bare skin, sending harsh shivers down my spine, but beneath the surface, my blood is boiling hot. My body is still humming with heavy electricity. I am still lit up from the intense double orgasm he forced from my throbbing clit just minutes ago. The phantom pressure of his thick fingers working ruthlessly over my aching flesh sends fresh waves of heat pooling deep in my gut. My brain is short-circuiting from the vivid, scorching memory of his massive cock sliding perfectly down my throat. I can still taste the musky, salty flavor of his pre-cum on my tongue. The raw, heavy scent of his arousal clings stubbornly to my wet skin, mixing with the harsh chemical smell of chlorine. I swallow hard, feeling the satisfying soreness in the back of my throat where his thick length bruised me. I am far too horny and deeply humiliated to just let this man drop this and walk away a victor. If Vance honestly believes he can give me the best, most earth-shattering orgasm of my short life, shoot his hot load down my throat, and just walk away clean, he has got another massive fucking thing coming.

I pull myself up over the rough concrete edge of the pool. The cool night air hits my bare skin, sending goosebumps erupting down my arms and thighs. I scan the dark patio and spot the discarded pieces of my white bikini lying in a messy pile near the lounge chairs. I march over and hastily grab the damp fabric. I tie the string bikini top over my hard, aching nipples, pulling the knots tight. I step into the bottoms, dragging the wet material right up against my throbbing pussy. I do not bother trying to dry off. Heavy droplets of water run down my legs, dripping onto the manicured concrete and leaving a dark trail behind me. I angrily sneak across the dark lawn, using the shadows of the tall hedges to hide my movements. I slip silently over the property line, fueled by a chaotic mix of spite and extreme arousal. The towering, modern structure of his expensive estate looms ahead. I boldly march straight into his open garage.

A sudden, sharp prickle of genuine fear warns me that I am crossing a dangerous line. I ignore the warning. The sprawling, impeccably clean garage smells of expensive motor oil, polished concrete, and his signature dark cologne. His heavy metal toolbox sits against the far wall, a massive red structure under the bright fluorescent lights. I know his habits well enough by now. I immediately locate and grab the spare set of keys resting on the top lid. The heavy metal jingles softly in my palm. The sound sends a fresh spike of adrenaline straight into my veins, making my heart hammer against my ribs. I turn my head and lock my eyes onto the prize. His gorgeous black sports car sits proudly in the center of the bay. The sleek, low-slung machine looks like a predator ready to strike. It screams wealth, power, and meticulous care. Without a second thought, I march up to the driver's side and yank open the heavy door. The smell of rich, immaculate leather wafts into my face. I slide directly into the driver's seat. I do not give a single damn that I am dripping chlorinated pool water all over the pristine, fancy leather interior. The wet fabric of my bikini bottom immediately soaks into the expensive material beneath my bare ass. A dark, malicious puddle begins to form around my thighs, ruining the perfect upholstery.

I clutch the leather-wrapped steering wheel, relishing the smooth grip. I confidently turn the key in the ignition. The massive, loud purr of the high-performance engine fills the enclosed space of the garage with a deafening roar. The floorboards vibrate heavily beneath my bare feet. The deep, guttural sound of the exhaust is intoxicating, sending a thrill of reckless power straight to my clit. I frantically search my memory, staring down at the three pedals on the floor. I barely recall my dad's brief, terrifying lesson on exactly how to drive a manual stick shift. The heavy clutch pedal feels strange and stiff beneath my wet toes. I grip the smooth gearshift knob, wrapping my fingers tightly around the sphere. I jam my foot down on the clutch and try to force the stick into first gear. A horrific, deafening grinding sound erupts from beneath the hood. The delicate, expensive gears scream in loud protest. The metallic crunch signals my disastrous struggle to shift, echoing terribly off the garage walls. I bite my lip, shoving the stick harder until it finally pops roughly into place.

"Tessa!"

The sudden, angry yell echoes over the deafening engine noise. The sheer, terrifying fury in that single word makes the blood in my veins run icy cold. I snap my head toward the interior door of the garage. Vance bursts out of his house. He sprints straight into the driveway, closing the distance with terrifying speed. He looks equal parts homicidally pissed and shocked that I am actually inside his beloved car. He is shirtless. His broad, heavily tattooed chest heaves with rapid, furious breaths. The harsh garage lights illuminate the thick cords of muscle rippling across his torso and arms. His dark eyes lock onto mine with lethal intent. He is a predator realizing his prey is biting back. I pause for just a second, letting the engine idle loudly. I give his beautiful, hard, shirtless body one last, appreciative look. The sight of his heavy, bulging crotch straining against the rough fabric of his dark denim jeans sends a fresh wave of slick moisture pooling in my panties. My wet pussy clenches hard at the visual confirmation of his massive size. Refusing to back down from his furious glare, I raise my hand. I wiggle my fingers in a sickeningly sweet, cutesy wave. I forcefully step on the gas pedal and release the clutch. The expensive car lurches forward in a jerky, chaotic motion. The wide tires chirp loudly against the smooth concrete floor, struggling to find traction. The vehicle rolls slowly but determinedly out of the garage. I steer down his steep driveway, gripping the wheel tight as the suspension bounces over the curb. He lunges toward the rear bumper, his hand reaching out to grab the spoiler, but I am already out of his immediate reach. The car drops heavily into the dark street.

I let out a hysterical, high-pitched laugh. The manic sound bounces around the luxurious cabin, mixing with the roar of the engine. I aggressively navigate the vehicle down the winding, shadowed street, fighting the heavy steering. I speed out of his immediate sight, leaving his imposing house far behind. The cool night wind whips fiercely through the open window, tossing my damp blonde hair around my face and stinging my eyes. The adrenaline racing through my system is a potent, dizzying drug. My clit throbs with a heavy, steady rhythm matching the engine's rising RPM. I press the clutch and shift into second gear. The transmission grinds for a split second before painfully catching. I press my bare foot harder onto the accelerator. The sports car devours the empty asphalt, pushing me back firmly into the wet leather seat. I glance at the dark houses passing by in a rapid blur. This is his own damn fault. If he had just stopped being a stubborn old man and fucked my waiting pussy exactly like we both desperately wanted, we would not be in this chaotic mess. I was wet, naked, and practically begging on my knees for his thick cock. He chose to play twisted games with my boundaries, acting like he was too old and proper to claim my virginity. Now I am playing with his prized possession. The wet patch on the driver's seat spreads further beneath my thighs, mixing pool water with my own thick, slick arousal. I revel in the messy, destructive revenge.

Soon, a heavy, unmistakable rumble catches my attention. The deep vibration cuts right through the noise of the sports car's exhaust. I quickly check my rearview mirror. My stomach drops straight to the floorboards. Twin headlights pierce the darkness behind me, rapidly closing the distance. I see Vance aggressively speeding after me on his massive, black motorcycle. He leans low over the handlebars, pushing the heavy machine to its absolute limits. He looks lethal. The wind whips his dark hair wildly around his face. The passing streetlights reflect sharply off the hard, tense planes of his shirtless chest. The predatory focus in his rigid posture sends a terrifying thrill straight down my spine. I am being hunted.

I initially want to have a little bit of fun with this. I consider pressing the gas pedal flat down to the floorboards. I want to drag out the chase, test the limits of this machine, and make him sweat. I fully believe that making him work for it will make my impending, guaranteed sore bottom entirely worth it. I imagine his large, rough hand coming down hard and fast on my bare ass cheeks, turning my skin a stinging, bright red. The dirty thought makes my swollen labia drip slick juices onto the already ruined leather. I shift into third gear and accelerate, the engine whining at the sudden demand. The gap between us briefly widens. But he twists the throttle on his bike. The massive motorcycle engine roars with deafening, overwhelming power. He easily catches up. He pulls his roaring bike directly up beside my stolen, struggling ride. He rides mere inches from the driver's side window, pacing my speed effortlessly. The terrifying, dangerous look he shoots me through the glass makes my body act on pure, unthinking instinct. His dark eyes promise pure devastation and relentless punishment. I automatically lift my trembling foot off the gas pedal. The car decelerates immediately, the engine braking hard. It is as if my body physically cannot disobey the unadulterated dominance radiating off this furious man. My rebellious streak snaps instantly under the crushing weight of his authority.

"Pull the fucking car over, Tessa!"

His deep, raspy voice carries easily over the loud roar of the wind and the dual engines. The raw command in his tone leaves zero room for negotiation or hesitation. I do exactly as he fiercely commands. I hastily jerk the steering wheel to the right. I pull the expensive car off the asphalt and onto the rough gravel shoulder of the deserted, shadowed road. The tires crunch loudly over the loose rocks, sliding slightly before catching. I slam my foot on the brake pedal, bringing the heavy vehicle to a harsh, abrupt stop. I reach out with a shaking hand and kill the engine. The sudden silence is incredibly deafening. The only sounds left are my ragged breathing, the ticking of the cooling motor, and the low idle of his motorcycle. Vance immediately cuts off his engine. He parks the heavy bike diagonally right in front of the car's front bumper. He blocks any chance of my escape, trapping me on the dark shoulder.

He swings his long, muscular leg over the leather seat and kicks the stand down. He storms over to my door. The gravel crunches heavily beneath his heavy boots, each step sounding like a threat. He is visibly vibrating with raw, unadulterated fury. His broad chest heaves up and down with rapid, harsh breaths, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat in the moonlight. The muscles in his arms tense and flex with every predatory stride he takes toward me. My hands are shaking uncontrollably by the time he reaches the vehicle. He grabs the door handle. He forcefully yanks the heavy car door wide open. The interior dome light clicks on, flooding the cabin and illuminating my trembling, scantily clad form. To my profound shock, my throbbing pussy is already sloppily wet at the sheer, terrifying sight of his unrestrained aggression. My cunt clenches around an empty ache, practically weeping for him to unleash that anger between my thighs. I shrink back slightly into the seat, but my knees instinctively part a fraction of an inch, granting him access. He pauses for a split second, looming large in the doorway. His broad shoulders block out the night sky. His cold, furious eyes drop from my face down to the seat. He explicitly takes in the massive, soaking wet puddle. My dripping blonde hair and wet white bikini bottoms have maliciously left a ruined, dark stain ingrained right into his precious, expensive leather seat. He sees the slick, shiny trail of my own arousal mixed with the pool water, marking his territory with my bodily fluids.

He lets out a dark, feral growl. The deep, guttural sound physically shakes my bones, echoing the primal beast he usually keeps locked away. He reaches straight into the cabin. His large, calloused hands grab me aggressively around the waist. His grip is bruising and ruthlessly possessive. He hauls my entire body straight out of the low seat, lifting me with terrifying ease. My bare feet barely graze the gravel. He spins me around in one fluid, powerful motion. He forcefully pins my bare back roughly against the cold, hard exterior metal of the sports car. The sudden impact knocks the breath right out of my lungs. He steps directly into my space, caging me in, his thick thighs trapping my legs. He towers over me, glaring down with eyes that promise total destruction. The intense heat rolling off his sweaty skin sears through the damp fabric of my bikini, warming my shivering flesh. I let out a soft, involuntary gasp. I feel the hard, thick length of his pulsing cock instantly dig sharply into my soft stomach through the rough denim of his jeans. The solid, unforgiving ridge of his erection presses firmly against my bare flesh, demanding my full attention. He is hovering right on the precarious brink of violently pouncing on me, stripping away the last shreds of his self-control. The heavy sexual tension snapping between our bodies is thick and suffocating. He brings his heavy right hand up. He tightly fists his thick fingers deep into my wet, tangled blonde hair at the base of my skull. The pull on my scalp is sharp, painful, and deeply grounding. He aggressively yanks my head back, exposing my vulnerable neck to the cool night air. The rough grip ensures I am firmly held in place, trapped against the car and his rigid body. I am forced to look directly up into his furious, beautiful face. His jaw is locked tight. The veins in his thick neck bulge with restrained violence. He leans his face down, his hot breath fanning across my trembling lips.

"You still want me to pop your sweet cherry?"

His dark, unexpected question surprises the hell out of me. The raw, dirty words make my heart pound erratically against my ribs. The explicit promise of him tearing into my untouched cunt with his massive cock obliterates every single coherent thought left in my brain.

"Yes." I quickly, breathlessly say, my trembling thighs already instinctively trying to spread wide open for him.