Kara

 

The kiss was a total shock. Kara’s eyes went wide as she realized that she wasn’t simply imagining things, that Ryder had actually moved in and planted his lips on hers. Her hands shot out to her sides; she had no idea what to do with them.

 

After a moment, she relaxed, the feeling of Ryder’s lips on hers, of his body only inches away, causing hot waves of arousal to pulse out from her sex.

 

This isn’t a good idea, she thought. This is bad. I have no idea who this guy is.

 

Her body told a different story, however, and as the kiss went on, Kara found herself sinking deeper and deeper into it, her eyes closing and her hands moving closer to his body. Then, they clamped down on his shoulders and she abruptly pulled him away.

 

“What … what are you doing?” she asked, her voice both thrilled and panicked.

 

“Giving you what we both want,” said Ryder, a sly smile on his sexy lips.

 

“What makes you think I want you to kiss me?” Kara asked, a little shocked that he would presume such a thing.

 

He snorted slightly through his nose.

 

“Everything about you makes that very, very clear,” he said, not a trace of doubt in his voice.

 

Kara wanted to scold him, to get up and point a finger at his face and demand an explanation for how he could be so … bold. But instead, she stayed in place, frozen in the grips of shock and arousal.

 

“Look at you,” he said, his green eyes traveling up and down her body. “Your mouth is saying one thing, but you haven’t budged an inch.”

 

Kara knew he was right. But did that mean she wanted to sleep with him? How dare he even assume such a thing?

 

“What … what kind of a girl do you think I am?” she asked, trying to muster up some indignation.

 

“The kind of girl who wants me to kiss her again. The kind of girl that wants me to bend her over and give her the fucking of her life.”

 

Kara didn’t think it was possible to be any more shocked, but Ryder’s words did the trick. Still, she didn’t budge an inch. And Ryder took that as a cue to pick up right where he’d left off. He closed the distance between them, planting his lips on hers once again. This time, Kara didn’t resist in the slightest. She fell back into the kiss right away. Part of her still wanted to wag her finger at Ryder for being so bold, but the better part of her was ready to surrender herself to this gorgeous specimen of masculinity who had her in his grips.

 

The kiss was equal parts passionate and aggressive, and Kara felt herself become wetter and wetter by the second. She felt Ryder’s lips part and his tongue slip into her mouth, eagerly lashing and teasing her own.

 

Ryder’s hands moved over Kara’s body, caressing her full breasts over her sweater. Kara placed her hands on Ryder’s chest, a thrill running up her body as she took in the feeling of his stone-solid muscles.

 

Tattoos, she thought, the words muddy in her mind. Never thought I’d do this with a guy who had tattoos like these …

 

As much as she hated to admit it, however, something about the danger she felt from Ryder only made her more intrigued and turned on. She let herself fall into his grasp, moving her body closer and closer to his as they kissed. Ryder’s hands moved down, down, until they were at the bottom of her sweater, and with a quick movement he pulled it up and over her head. Kara’s chocolate tresses rose with the sweater and fell gently back onto her now-bare shoulders, a surprised expression on her face as she glanced down at her heaving breasts.

 

Ryder quickly reached around her body and snapped her bra off, Kara’s breasts tumbling out. Her small, pink nipples were already as hard as tiny pebbles, and Ryder moved in to place his mouth on them, one by one. A wild, sexual thrill ran through Kara as he licked and sucked her nipples, and she placed her hands on the back of his close-shaved head and pressed him hard against her tits. Once he’d had his fill of her breasts, Ryder moved down further and further, undoing the button and zipper of her pants. With a tug, he shimmied Kara out of her pants, her ample hips wiggling to assist him.

 

“What am I doing?” she asked aloud, now wearing nothing but a simple pair of navy blue, lacy boy shorts.

 

Ryder answered her question by taking off his own pants. Kara’s eyes immediately latched onto the enormous bulge in his boxer-briefs, realizing that the cock clad underneath that tight gray fabric was likely the biggest prick she’d ever see in her life, if the outline was any indication.

 

“You wanted to take care of me,” said Ryder, his voice a sensual purr. “I’ve got an idea of how you can do it.”

 

Kara knew just what he had in mind. She felt as though she were under some kind of trance as her body drifted down towards Ryder’s cock. Moments later, she was on her knees in front of him on the couch, the bulge only inches from her face. She placed her hands on Ryder’s solid, muscular thighs, the skin warm and just rough enough. Once she reached the waistband of his underwear, she slipped her fingertips underneath and pulled it down slowly, bit by bit.

 

She was shocked at the first sight of his cock. Kara was only able to see the base, but she could tell it was thick as they came. Then, when she pulled the briefs down and the cock that sprang out was so long that she had to move out of the way, she realized she just might be in over her head.

 

“I … don’t even know where to start with this … ” she said, her mouth only inches away from it.

 

“Give it a shot,” said Ryder, his voice heavy with arousal.

 

Kara gulped as she wrapped her hand around Ryder’s prick. It was warm to the touch and hard as hell, and though she couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated by it, she felt more and more up to the challenge by the moment. Taking a breath, she opened her mouth and took his head into her, the taste salty and delicious. Kara wrapped her lips around the sensitive ridge of his head and let it rest in the wetness of her mouth for a moment.

 

Then, she slid her lips down his length slowly, giving her mouth and throat the chance to acclimate to his immense size. Finally, to her own surprise, she reached the base of his prick and pressed her hands palm-down against Ryder’s upper thighs.

 

“Good girl,” said Ryder, looking down at her as he brushed Kara’s hair aside. “Knew you had it in you.”

 

A sensual look crossed Kara’s face as she looked up at Ryder, her mouth full of him. Her hesitation was gone, and all she could think about now was how much she wanted to please Ryder, to make him feel good. Kara pulled back, reversing her course and giving his head a quick lashing with her tongue before letting his cock drop out of her mouth. Then she took hold of it again, stroking it firmly as she prepared for another trip down.

 

The next journey down Ryder’s length was easier, and soon Kara was bobbing feverishly on his cock, taking breaks only to drag her tongue slowly along the sides of his prick, giving his balls a little attention before returning to his head and sucking on it with wild abandon. The sounds of Ryder’s grunts and moans were music to her ears, and she took sensual pleasure in glancing up at him with smiling eyes, her mouth full of him.

 

After a few minutes of this, Kara felt the taste of something both sweet and salty that she recognized right away as the first bit of cum of an oncoming orgasm. Ryder slipped his hands under Kara’s arms and brought her up to a standing position. His face at her stomach level, he kissed the flat surface of her belly before removing her panties. Ryder sat back for a moment, taking in the sight of Kara’s nude body before rising to his feet, his erect, wet, and dripping cock pressing against her body. Kara looked up at him expectantly, wondering just what he had in mind.

 

Though she had a good idea of what that might be.

 

Ryder looked at her with a hungry expression of tight, focused passion.

 

Ryder clamped down his hands on her hips and spun Kara around, turning her towards the couch and bending her over.

 

“Ah!” she cried, the gasp escaping from her lips, sharp and girlish.

 

Ryder placed one hand on the upper middle of her back, holding her in place, her ass pointed up towards the air.

 

“Now,” said Ryder. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

 

“I, um, I don’t know,” said Kara, her voice breathy.

 

“I think you know,” he said, not a bit of hesitation in his tone. “Now, tell me.”

 

Kara pushed her timidity aside and spoke.

 

“I want you to fuck me.”

 

“‘Atta girl,” he said.

 

Then, he slid into her. Kara gasped as he entered her, the wetness of her arousal allowing him to move into her with delicious ease. At first, she was unsure that she’d be able to accommodate all of him, but soon he was fully buried inside of her, down to the hilt of his gorgeous, thick cock.

 

Kara gripped hard onto the headrest of the couch, bracing herself for the onslaught that she knew was about to happen. Ryder didn’t disappoint. He started off at a steady pace at first, driving into her at a brisk tempo, the feeling of him entering her over and over again already driving Kara wild beyond compare.

 

More grunts slipped out of Ryder’s mouth, and Kara began to feel like she was being screwed by some kind of feral man who’d come across her nude in the woods and couldn’t resist his primitive urges. His thrusting soon grew to a pounding pace, and Kara had to grip hard onto the couch in order not to topple over at the intensity of his attack.

 

The sharp crack of flesh on flesh sounded through the air, followed by a sharp sting that radiated out from her ass.

 

“Ah!” gasped Kara.

 

She realized right away that it was a firm, solid slap, and all she wanted was for Ryder to do it again. His hand slapped down hard on her full, round ass again and again, each impact sending fresh waves of pain and pleasure through her body. Kara was being dominated by Ryder, and to her surprise, she loved every second of it.

 

Soon, the pleasure that had been building in her broke free, a good, hard orgasm bursting through her body and lighting up her senses like city lights. The pleasure was overwhelming and magnificent, and Kara’s face dropped onto the couch in front of her as the ecstasy flowed through her body like a wild torrent of delight. Next, Ryder came, his explosion deep inside of her punctuated with a grunt and a moan. She felt his cock empty into her, the warm wetness of his cum filling her full.

 

Soon, they’d both had their orgasm and stood there breathlessly, recovering from their exertion. Kara collapsed on the couch in front of her, taking one last sip of delight at the feeling of Ryder’s cock sliding out of her. Ryder stood in front of her for a moment, the tip of his still-hard prick glistening with her juices, his stout chest rising and falling.

 

The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was the sight of Ryder taking one more pull of the whiskey before moving to the fire to toss on a few more logs, the flames billowing and roaring as he did.

 

***

 

Kara awoke to bright morning light streaming into the cabin. Looking around, it took her a moment to realize just where she was, and what had happened last night. Glancing at her body, she saw that she was still nude, but now covered in a heavy knitted blanket that Ryder must’ve found in one of the other rooms. It was warm and toasty, and the fire was still crackling and smoldering.

 

What the hell did I let myself do last night? she asked herself as she watched the flames dance.

 

On the easy chair was Ryder, sitting up and asleep.

 

I fucked him, she thought. I really let that biker who I barely know fuck me.

 

Letting her eyes dance over his body, she allowed herself to realize that yes, in the clear light of day he was just as hot as he was last night. Needing some coffee, she pulled the blanket tight around her slender body and stood up, stretching as she did.

 

Setting a pot to boil, Kara glanced out of one of the windows in the kitchen and saw that the blizzard had long stopped. The woods around the cabin were cream-white, covered with glittering, fresh snow. Checking out her car through another window, she saw that while it was covered with snow, it didn’t look as bad as she was expecting. Last night she’d had nightmare visions of the cabin being covered in a pile of fresh powder, no option for the two of them other than to hope and pray someone stumbled upon them.

 

After a few minutes the kettle hissed and whined, and Kara poured the water into the French press that she’d loaded with grounds. Wrapping her hands around the mug that she’d filled with coffee, she let her eyes settle on Ryder once again.

 

Not my usual type, she thought. Not in the slightest.

 

Then, out of nowhere, she thought about Leon, her ex, and what he’d gotten up to with that big-boobed blonde whom he’d chosen over their marriage. A sly smile forming on her lips, Kara decided that she’d long been due for a little fun. After all, if her ex-husband could screw around without compunction, why couldn’t she, especially now that she was a single woman?

 

But it was all so strange to her. Casual sex had never been her thing, and Kara could count the number of partners she’d had on one hand. Something about Ryder, however, had brought out a highly sexual side of her that she didn’t even know existed. Part of her wanted to wake him up and demand he give her the same treatment that she’d gotten last night.

 

Calm down, girl, she thought to herself as she watched the trails of steam drift up from her coffee. Just because that very well might’ve been the best sex you’ve ever had doesn’t mean you need to treat this guy as anything more than a one-time fling.

 

She nodded at that thought, pleased with her decision to let last night be what it was and to get back to her normal life as fast as possible.

 

Her eyes went wide at the thought of the world outside of the cabin and Kara quickly set down her coffee and checked her phone. Relief washed over her as she saw that her reception had been restored with the passing of the storm. Her stomach tightened, however, when she saw that her screen was filled with worried texts from her mother.

 

Got stranded last night, but am OK now. Sorry—didn’t have any reception last night. Going on be back on the road ASAP. Will keep you posted!

 

The response came only a few seconds later in a text from her mother that expressed worried relief. As Kara looked out into the snow, however, she couldn’t help but wonder just how she was going to make it back to the highway.

 

“You got any more of that?”

 

Kara’s eyes snapped over to Ryder, and she saw that he was slowly rousing.

 

“Hey,” she said, not quite sure of how to talk to him. “Um, yeah—there’s plenty.”

 

Kara’s heart pounded as she poured Ryder a cup. Handing it to him, she watched as he snatched the bottle of whiskey from the ground and poured a small amount into the ink-black coffee.

 

“Little early for that?” asked Kara, scolding herself right away for mommying him again.

 

“It’ll help me wake up,” he said. “And help with getting your car out.”

 

“Wait,” said Kara, “you’re not thinking about clearing the driveway in your condition, are you?”

 

“I’m fine,” said Ryder, standing up and putting his sculpted body on display. “Little booze to numb the aches. No problem.”

 

Kara didn’t like this one bit, but if there was one thing she’d learned about Ryder, it was that he listened to no one but himself.

 

“Gonna shower, then we should get going,” he said.

 

With that, he started towards the bathroom. And Kara’s eyes lingered on his rear as he walked, a sly smile forming on her lips.