Pucking Road Trip (Bay Rebels #3)

Chapter 9

CHAPTER NINE

Captain’s Hall, Freedom

S hay

It’s Tuesday and my chance to spend an entire twelve hours with my beautiful Robyn all by myself.

It’s my dream come true. And I’m not wasting a bloody minute.

Of course, on the back of my red and black beast of a Harley, I don’t need to because life is much faster seen from the back of a motorcycle.

I whoop.

My heart is pounding. My pulse is frantic.

I pull back onto the driveway through the tall trees that line the manicured lawn. The bright morning sun glints off the windows of the ranch style Captain’s Hall in the distance like a beacon.

The drive by the coast this morning with Robyn clutching around my waist for dear life has been thrilling.

I’d never stop driving, if it meant her always holding me this close.

I grin and then can’t stop.

It’s like flying.

It’s the same adrenaline shot as I get from skating, faster and faster, around the rink.

I’d spend hours as a kid, pushing myself to skate faster than anyone else.

Because this…on skates or a bike… is freedom .

Does Robyn understand?

Does she know what it means that I’m sharing this side of myself with her?

I haven’t with anyone else, even my twin.

I never feel as alive as I do when facing down death on a motorcycle.

Unless it’s riding one with Robyn.

I’m dressed in biker gear: dark waxed jeans, battered black boots, and my favorite leather jacket, which Eden gave to me on my twenty-first birthday.

He saved for an entire year to afford it.

As we draw closer to the house, I begin to slow the Harley.

All of a sudden, Robyn’s hot breath is on my ear.

“When we’re home,” Robyn whispers, “I’m going to ride you as hard as you’ve been riding this Harley.”

“Fuck.” I shiver.

I can feel Robyn smile against the sensitive skin of my neck. Then I stiffen in anticipation, as her hand wanders from my waist, along my hip, then to my cock.

I suck in a sharp breath.

Robyn rubs her palm against my dick through my jeans.

My breathing becomes labored. Then she firmly grips me.

Does she think that my cock is a joystick?

Beautiful tormentor.

I skid the Harley to a stop, steadying it.

“Look, we’re here.” Robyn sounds like she’s trying not to laugh. “I’m getting used to these controls now.”

She squeezes my cock for emphasis.

“You’d better let up now, love, unless you want the controls to explode in your little hand,” I gasp.

She gives me a final squeeze, before releasing me.

I puff out a breath half in relief, half in disappointment.

My dick twitches, trapped in my tight jeans.

Then I jerkily pull off my helmet, throwing it down.

Behind me, Robyn pulls off her own helmet, placing it behind her. She stretches her muscles with a happy sigh.

I twist to her. “Tease.”

“You love it.”

“You know me so well, love.”

I curl my hand into Robyn’s gorgeous flame hair.

I’m wearing black leather gloves, which look fantastic contrasted to the red of her hair.

I love the sensation as well.

I’m discovering that I have a serious leather kink.

Then I drag Robyn into a deep kiss like I’ve been desperate to the entire ride.

It’s slow and drugging.

When I draw back, her pupils are dilated. She looks dazed.

I stroke my leather-encased thumb down Robyn’s cheek, and she takes a deep breath like she’s breathing in the glove’s scent. “You look fucking edible in that outfit. But I can’t wait to get you out of it.”

Robyn’s wearing jeans, boots, and a tan motorcycle leather jacket.

Like this, she feels uniquely like she’s mine .

Energized, I pull back. Then I climb off the bike.

I hold out my hand to Robyn and help her off the motorcycle as well.

I begin to run, dragging Robyn after me. “Promises have been made. Sexy ones. How about a ride now, huh?”

I push open the front door. Then I yank Robyn after me up the wide stairs.

She laughs, stumbling to keep up with me. “Who could say no to a romantic offer like that?”

I miss a step, twisting my ankle.

I grimace.

Does she want romance D’Angelo style? I can do that.

I was planning to do that tonight. I’ve bought her a ring.

But I’m not the same as D’Angelo. I can’t compete with the years of shared experiences that they have between them.

He’s her first love.

What am I? A one night stand who she’s decided to allow to stay in her life?

A kinky fuck?

A pet? A toy?

A man who she truly could love one day?

Because I fucking love her.

“Shit, are you okay?” Robyn drops my hand and kneels to check my ankle. “That’s horny karma for you.”

“It’s nothing.” I hop up and down on my foot to check it out. It’s not injured. “Do you want to do something more romantic? Should I be carrying you bridal style or something?”

Robyn stares at me. “I was joking. And you should keep pressure off your ankle. These legs are valuable. They’re what will carry you to victory on the ice.”

“Have you enjoyed today so far?” I ask, trying not to show how much her response matters to me.

Her face lights up in a way that can’t be put on.

“It’s been fucking amazing.” Robyn’s the one who’s gently tugging me up the final steps now and down the corridor. “Waking up warm in your arms, then getting to chill in bed with you, while your brother went to the study to work and D’Angelo left for the rink. Then showering with you, before being hand fed breakfast like a princess. Finally, our ride out by the coast. It’s been perfect. Are you listening, Shay? Perfect .”

“Like you are, love.” Then I look around myself in confusion. “Hey, this is your room.”

“Fancy that.”

I love Robyn’s bedroom.

It’s happy and welcoming like she is.

The walls are painted a soft blue. Couches, wardrobe, and a chest of drawers are surrounded by waves of books and abandoned chocolate wrappers.

Above me, the ceiling fan spins slowly. Light streams into the bedroom through the floor length window.

In the middle of the room is a large bed with a violet quilt and a wooden headboard that’s brilliant for bondage.

When I turn my gaze back to Robyn, she smiles.

“This day is just as special to me, as it is to you.” Robyn playfully circles me, trailing her hand across my ass in a distracting way. “I want you all to myself. Aren’t you excited to remember the first time that we met? Make it feel like this love is ours?”

Perhaps, I am the man who she fucking loves too.

My lips quirk. “Madam Kidnapper up to her old tricks again. Am I your prisoner?” I enthusiastically hold my wrists up like they’re tied by rope. “How cruel.”

This is one of my favorite role plays, especially with Robyn.

It’s hard to stop smiling.

A prisoner should really not be smiling.

Robyn rolls her eyes. “You don’t look unhappy about it.”

Whoops.

I work hard to look more like a kicked puppy.

Robyn strokes down my cheek. “Aww, poor puppy. How sad and pitiful. But I can be kind.”

Okay, that must have worked.

My gaze flicks downwards. “I’m told that I have a talented tongue. I could kneel and earn your mercy.”

Please.

I try not to look like on my knees with my head buried between her thighs is exactly where I’m longing to be.

By the smirk on her face, she knows.

Robyn cards her fingers through my hair, and I lean into her touch. “Don’t you think you should earn that honor?”

She’s checking in.

I furrow my brow. “What if I told you that I’m a foreign prince in disguise and I deliberately allowed myself to be taken prisoner, so that I could earn it?”

“I’d say that it’s a fucking good disguise.”

Our gazes meet.

Then we both break character and burst out laughing at the same time.

“A foreign ice prince?” Robyn kisses me lightly on the mouth. “An English one, huh? I’m honored that my pussy is worth throwing away your kingdom for.”

“It’s worth dying for.”

“What a gentleman.” Robyn tightens her hand in my hair, wrenching back my head. I hiss. “I need you, more than you know right now. Make me forget about this upcoming road trip, Gibbs, the press, my past…everything but us.”

My eyes widen.

Then my expression steels. I can give her this.

I mime breaking free of the ropes, before wrapping my arms around Robyn’s shoulders and dragging her into a tight embrace.

She lets out a shocked gasp, as I claim her mouth in a hard, passionate kiss.

Robyn’s hold on my hair loosens.

Our tongues entwine, as I fuck her mouth with my tongue. Then I pull back, licking across the seam of her lips.

“I’ll make you forget everything but how much you’re loved.” I kiss Robyn again, across her jaw and down her neck.

She trembles like a bird in my arms.

I’d give her anything.

Everything.

Sometimes, it feels like D’Angelo and Robyn hollow me out and fill me up again with their souls. I don’t know if that’s healthy, but it’s better than never being loved and only being used.

I haven’t experienced it before.

This love is large and messy and scary.

But I never want to stop feeling it.

Robyn’s voice becomes haughty again. “On your knees then, prince. Your tongue has a job. Prisoners must behave or they’re punished.”

How is tonguing her not a reward ?

I try to look chastened, even if I’m bouncing with excitement inside.

I kiss Robyn’s neck one final time in supplication.

She shoots me a smile.

Then I drop to my knees.

I slowly undo her boots one at a time.

I draw off my gloves and drop them to the side. I want to slide my hands over the boots, feeling their leather.

My cock is achingly hard.

Robyn’s breathing is ragged already, as I duck my head over her boots, low enough to ghost my lips over them. I pull off the right one and then repeat the ritual with the left one.

I remove her socks.

Then I deliberately glance up at her through my eyelashes, as I place a kiss on each of her feet in turn.

My lips graze the softness of her skin.

It’s worship.

My eyelashes flutter. I fight not to moan.

Robyn is worth sacrificing a kingdom to kiss her feet or her pussy.

When I glance up at her, she’s frozen.

Robyn’s cheekbones are suffused with pink.

She doesn’t look away, as I kneel up.

Then I open the buttons of her jeans, before working the jeans down her hips.

She doesn’t help me, only watching with a hungry look.

I carefully work the jeans off, one leg at a time. Then I fold them with a lot more care than I know Robyn ever does her clothes, placing them onto the end of the bed.

Robyn’s hands are clenching like she’s battling not to grab my hair.

I smirk.

I lean forward like I’m intending to pull down her panties. Instead, I mouth at her crotch through the silk material.

“Fuck.” Robyn stiffens.

I smile around her white panties.

I rest my hands on Robyn’s thighs and redouble my efforts. I suck the damp material into my mouth. I can taste Robyn on it.

She’s already wet.

Was she excited by the anticipation on the bike ride with her teasing?

Kissing me?

By seeing me kneel?

My kissing her feet?

She’s wet now, and it’s like fucking nectar.

I mouth at her hungrily.

Unable to resist, she rests her hands on my head.

“Good boy,” Robyn murmurs.

Warmth soaks through me at her praise.

I fucking love those two words.

In response, I take pity.

I may be the prisoner on my knees but I have the power here. I’m setting the pace.

I know that wearing leather gloves will make the sensation more intense for Robyn, when I push her panties to the side. I stroke down her pussy with my fingers.

I rub her at the same time as licking and sucking across her clit, enthusiastically.

I show her my adoration.

I make her forget.

“Yes, fucking y-y-yes.” Robyn tightens her hold on my hair, moving me now where she wants me to go.

She pushes me harder against her pussy.

I can’t breathe but I don’t need to right now.

I only need the taste and smell of this gorgeous woman.

My mind becomes fuzzy, and I let myself sink down.

Contentment and calm washes over me.

This is where I need to be, exactly where I’ve always fantasized of being: between the thighs of a woman who wants me.

To whom I can being pleasure.

I don’t even reach to touch my cock.

Its painful throb is background noise to the drive to make Robyn come.

My hands tighten on her thighs. I know that I can tap her three times to make her release me, if I need oxygen.

I’m lightheaded.

But that doesn’t seem important, while sucking on Robyn’s clit is.

Robyn’s shaking.

“I’m going to…” Robyn throws her head side to side. “Shay…”

Then as my vision begins to gray, she comes.

And this?

Is everything.

Robyn loosens her hold on my hair. I pull back, turning my face to the side.

I rest my head on Robyn’s thigh, taking desperate gasps of air. My lungs burn, but I’m smiling.

My lips are still wet. I lick them, happily.

“That was amazing,” Robyn pants. “Are you okay?”

She caresses her fingers through my hair and down my neck.

“Bloody fantastic, love.” I peer up at her.

She’s flushed and smiling too.

“Well, I don’t break my promises.” Robyn urges me to stand up. “I did say something about riding.”

My smile widens. “I’m better than any bike.”

Eagerly, I drag my trousers down to my ankles, and my hard cock springs up.

I wince.

“You’re going commando?” Robyn doesn’t sound disappointed by that.

“Always be prepared.” I bounce excitedly onto the far side of the bed, sprawling back dramatically with my arms above myself like I’m a damsel in a romance novel. “Even to be taken prison by Madam Kidnapper. Now, are you going to have your way with me, love?”

My cock is waving its enthusiastic consent.

Should I add a wink to make it even clearer?

Robyn does it for me, winking as she strolls to the nightstand. “Always be prepared, huh? That’s my motto too, which is why I have condoms in here now.”

She opens the bottom drawer with a flourish.

I turn my head to peer down into the drawer.

Then I chuckle. “So, that’s where you keep your monster fucker appreciation dildos. I love the tentacle one. It’s the sexy suckers.”

“I forgot that I put that there. Can you forget now as well? Isn’t that what we’re meant to be doing? Collective amnesia. I’m sure that’s a thing.” Robyn reddens. “The damn dildo is haunting me. I should bury it or something but I’m worried that it’d come back in some kind of Pet Cemetery the Sex Toy Sequel way.”

“Now there’s a horror movie that I’d queue to see.”

Robyn picks up the intimidating tentacle dildo and waves it at me. “How about we try this one out on you?”

My mouth drops open in mock shock. “Help! Help! I’m being threatened with a tentacle arse probing.”

Robyn chucks the vibrator back into the drawer and plucks out a condom packet instead.

She hushes me, leaping onto the bed and slamming her palm across my mouth.

I give her hand a slow lick.

Robyn’s nose wrinkles, and she pulls back her wet hand.

But she’s trying not to chuckle. “Shut up, unless you want your overprotective brother to come thundering in here.”

I give a sunny smile at the thought. “Then he finds me with my trousers down, a drawer full of monster peens, and my mean kidnapper—"

“About to gag you,” Robyn blurts.

Yes, please.

Robyn appears to have spoken without truly thinking about the words, but they go straight to my cock.

I moan. My pupils are blown wide. My tongue darts out to wet my lips.

Robyn lies next to me, studying me closely. “I may really need to gag this smart mouth of yours.”

When she traces her soft finger over my lips, they tingle.

She’s testing out the thought and checking in with me. She’s giving me time to back out.

No chance.

I can’t help being eager. I’ve wanked to this fantasy at least ten times already.

“Yes, please, love.” I capture her finger, licking and sucking it like earlier I worshiped her pussy.

Her breath hitches.

But then, Robyn looks around herself unsure. “I don’t know… I haven’t got anything…”

This is where experience counts.

What D’Angelo has been showing me is that I can still communicate and be listened to within a scene. It’s not wrong for me to give input and do it in a teasing way because that suits Robyn and my dynamic.

I’ve never felt as relaxed as I do when I’m in bed with her. It’s been like that since the night we met.

“Oh no.” I clutch my hands together as if in prayer above myself. “Please don’t take off your pretty soaked panties and stuff them in my mouth to stop me screaming out.”

I bite my lip and give her a heated look just in case she misses the heavy, heavy hint that I’m encouraging her to do just that.

Panties make the perfect instant gag.

Robyn gapes at me like I’ve short circuited her mind.

Then a mischievous smile steals across her face. “Bad English ice princes who make too much noise earn exactly that.”

Even as she says it, it sounds like a good boy wrapped up in a reward.

Robyn kisses my mouth like she’s going to miss it, before she slips off her panties. She’s in such a rush that she doesn’t make a show it.

There’s no hiding that this idea is turning her on.

Her cheeks are flushed.

“Open wide, prince.” Robyn taps my cheek.

Then she stuffs her panties into my mouth, until I can’t close it.

I moan.

Fucking heaven.

“Wicked woman,” I try to sass, but my words are muffled.

“What was that?” Robyn says, sounding satisfied with her handiwork. “I can’t hear you. There seems to be something in your mouth.”

When I arch my brow, she kisses my nose.

I suck on the panties.

They taste like nectar.

Like Robyn.

Like love.

I’ll take having panties stuffed in my mouth, if I’m denied a pussy.

Robyn stares down at me for a long moment like she can’t believe I’m real.

I hold myself still.

She runs her hand along my stretched arms, neck, across my leather jacket, then finally rests just above my straining cock.

I can hardly breathe.

Fucking touch me.

Robyn draws back, however, and my thighs quiver with the strain of not moving or humping my hips.

I hear the foil packet being opened, then my hips jerk, as Robyn slowly sheathes my cock.

She pumps me once, then again.

It’s torture.

When Robyn kneels over me, she guides my cock to her pussy. Then she reaches to grab one of my hands and encourages me to rub across her clitoris.

I gasp at the sensation of pleasuring her at the same time that she does.

Our fingers tangle together.

Our gazes meet, as she sinks onto my cock. I struggle not to come at once.

It feels like I’ve needed to for hours now.

I’m desperate to tell Robyn how fucking incredible she feels but I can’t because of the gag in my mouth, and knowing that makes desire pulse through me faster.

I don’t move my second hand, even though Robyn rides me as fast and hard as she promised on the bike, until she grasps it and urges it to rest on the gorgeous curve of her breast.

My back arches.

I gently squeeze Robyn’s breast. When her breathing becomes ragged, I circle her nipple, before flicking across it rhythmically.

She doesn’t speak. She could. But her gaze is firmly fixed on my gag, and it’s like she’s sharing the experience with me.

Everywhere that Robyn’s touching me — her kisses to the corners of my mouth and throat, how one hand claws at my shoulder, and the other brushes against mine as she rubs her clit, and the tight warmth of her pussy as she fucks me hard — feels much more intense in this silence.

I could spit the gag out of my mouth at any moment.

I’m in control here.

With Robyn, I always am.

Yet I bite down hard on the makeshift gag to stop myself.

Robyn gave it to me not as a punishment but as a reward.

This silence is a gift.

Robyn doesn’t need me to perform for her.

I’m enough.

Normally, I can’t stop myself from bantering and joking.

I need to talk to fill the silence, which scares me.

The quiet means being thrown back into a past of dark, imprisonment, and pain.

You can cover up a lot with laughter, chatter, and smiles.

If you never stop talking, you never have to think.

Eden has tried to tell me that. But he’s spent too much of his life in silence. I’m been terrified of what would happen, if I became like him.

I don’t have his strength.

Today, however, I’m willingly giving up my safety net. Robyn has taken my voice.

Meeting her gaze, however, as she doesn’t look away from me once, she’s showing me that even like this, I still have one .

She kisses over my open lips.

My heart clenches. I didn’t expect to feel like this.

My eyes smart with unexpected tears.

Can she feel how much she means to me? How much she’s proving to me in this moment?

I’m not thrown into a bloody flashback.

In Robyn’s kisses, taste of her in my mouth, and emerald gaze, I’m held in the present with the woman who I’m fucking obsessed with.

When Robyn’s fingers claw into my shoulder, it pushes me over the edge.

I bite hard into the gag.

Yet I’m not silenced.

Because I know in my bones that even though Robyn can’t hear my scream as I come with a toe curling, shuddering rush, and she tumbles after me, I’m safe.

Robyn will only make me scream in pleasure and not pain.

The world outside our love wants to hurt us, but we’ll never hurt each other.