Bits and Pieces

Riding Time Part Two

Cuz y'all are needy.

*****

"Again," Mitch said in a crisp, authoritative voice, guiding me to my knees and leaning his lovely body over my spine.

"You're too fast," I mumbled, but I still obeyed, flattening my hands on the floor. The hotel carpet was a hideous pattern but reasonably soft and yielding on my aching knees.

Mitch gave a little chuckle. "I'm working at like half speed here, babe. If you can't take me down, then I can't fuck you. And I think you want that... Right?"

I did. I wanted it real bad. But this cocky little sadist had decided to teach me some wrestling moves first, and had decided to make me earn his affection. Even at half speed, he was too quick for me. My height and weight were actually a disadvantage here, when he was so much lighter and faster. He'd out-maneuvered me a half dozen times and was barely even out of breath when I was slick with sweat.

Maybe he could feel me giving up, because at that moment, he eased his hand around my waist and down along the angle of my thigh. I knew what those hands felt like on every inch of me, knew the feel and taste of him, but this seductive action made me absolutely desperate for more. I nodded to indicate I was ready to try again.

I focused on his instructions and could see my body move before it actually happened. My hips would buck sharply backward, just as my arm would break his attempt to grab me. I would pivot hard to the right, exploding up off the floor just as he would try to knock me off balance. I would roll my way over his body, using his own momentum, and I would drive him down into the carpet. I saw it all happen in my mind, so that this time, when his lips said "go," I was ready.

It went exactly like it was supposed to. One moment I was on my knees. The next, I'd flown up and backward, and I had him. His beautiful, slender body slid through my hands and then I was riding him down to the floor. I felt the wind rush out of him, heard his gasp of surprise. And then he was laughing.

"Well done, big man," Mitch said with a brilliant smile, coughing a bit to regain his breath. "I think that will do."

"Am I worthy of your affections now?" I asked in a snarky tone, stumbling back so that I was sitting on the foot of the bed.

Mitch hopped up and walked to where he stood between my legs. I automatically opened wider to let him get closer.

"I knew from your first little pathetic pick up line at the bar that you were something special," he said. "The rest has been icing on a truly spectacular cake."

"You're comparing me to food?" I asked incredulously.

"I've tasted you, so I'm entitled," he replied in an off-hand way that made the muscles in my stomach tighten. "I'm still reeling from last night. That was pretty damn close to perfect."

"And no broken bones," I murmured, reaching my hands around his slim waist. He felt absolutely perfect in my hands.

"Yes. It proved to me that you could do as you're told, but also deliver on what I needed. You don't really match the type I usually go for. But now I'm wondering if my type is all wrong."

"What's your normal type?" I asked, too curious to let that one go.

"Smaller. Softer. But I tend to find guys with attitude problems. Guys I have to beat into submission. There are worse pastimes in the world, but with you..."

"With me what?"

"You hold your own but you also let me have my way," he said. "You push me and also want to be pushed. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were perfect for me."