Gilded Cage

Rushdy was a daredevil driver, racing the Rolls coupe across hardened sands, waving his free arm and laughing at the wind whipping through our hair as he drove straight out into the desert toward the west, past the pyramids of Giza. Thinking we would be stopping, plowed into a sand dune, at any moment, I marked what few landmarks I could see, feeling sure he wasn’t paying attention to anything but seeing how much speed he could get out of the yellow convertible.

He must have known exactly where he was going, though, because we whipped around the side of a high sand dune; the Rolls fishtailed to the left, sending me lurching up against his shoulder; and the car slid to a stop in between a small stand of palm trees next to a trickle of water running into a tiny pool.

Before I could right myself, he had stripped off his shirt and mine as well, had his arms around me, and was attacking my lips with his, brutally and passionately kissing me. I was lost to him. My right arm was trapped between our bodies, but I grabbed the back of his head with my left hand, running my hand into his curly, black hair, and held his face against mine.

He broke the kiss, though, and pulled my head brutally back with his left hand buried in my hair as his lips moved down to the throat and then to my nipples. He unbuttoned my fly with his right hand, pulled my cock out, and started to stroke it, slowly at first and then faster. As I groaned and begged him to fuck me properly, sure that he was going to do it, he loosened the hold on the cock, but only enough to make a loose cylinder shape with his hand that I could fuck up into with the movement of my own hips. He kept his grip on my head and all attempts I made to reach his groin with my left hand he brushed away.

He sucked and teethed my nipples, and I repeatedly begged him to fuck me, turning to warning him that I was going to come.

And then I did come. He produced a linen handkerchief, which he tented over my cock in time to take the cum and then, with a laugh, he tossed it over the side of the car, released me to collapse into the far corner of the front seat, struggled back into his white cotton shirt, and handed mine to me.