“Do I have to fill out a form? Be interviewed by the others?” I’m joking but also not, I don’t know what their agreement is.
“Just take me home.” She still sounds sad and I don’t know what to say to change that. Maybe adding me to the mix is something she doesn’t want to do.
I grab my helmet and push it down over her head, it stops at the bun and goes no further.
“Wait.” She pulls her hair out and I watch as the unruly waves tumble down her back in a sea of chestnut brown. “What about you?”
“I’ll be fine, it’s not far.” I shrug.
I throw my leg over the bike and sit, waiting for her to get on behind me. I’m not prepared for it when she does, her heat seeps through my clothes, and her scent engulfs me. I take a deep breath and try not to groan like a horny teenager when her hands encircle my waist.
I start the bike and try my best to concentrate on the road, but how the fuck does someone do that without trying not to imagine the heat of her pussy on their lower back? Her hands fist into my shirt and I grin knowing the effects of the vibrations. But what fucking almost shocks me and puts us in a ditch… her hand slowly reaching under my shirt and stroking the skin of my abs.
Yeah, I’m done.
I pull the bike over, cut the engine, and release the kickstand.
“Zeke?”
“Get off.” I know I sound harsh, but I can’t fucking help it.
I feel the absence of her warmth instantly but I know it’ll all be worth it in the end. I get off the bike and stand in front of her, my chest rising and falling with each breath, then I rip the helmet off her head, throwing it aside.
Her eyes are wide with apprehension but when they meet mine, something in them flares. I don’t give her any warning as my hands grab her hair and our mouths are fused back together.
It’s in that moment, the sky opens up and a sheet of rain drenches us in an instant. It doesn’t stop us, the onslaught just drives us closer together and at this point I’m feeling like it’s still not close enough. I want her skin on mine and I can’t wait to get her anywhere else. Here will have to do.
“I don’t plan on stopping, this is your only chance to back out.” I say as I pull my lips off hers, my hands firmly gripping her ass.
She looks up at me through her rain soaked lashes, “don’t stop, Zeke.”
She asked for it.
I grab her face again and dive into her mouth. She tastes like home, like I’ve finally found my way out of the overgrown maze. I back her up until her ass hits my bike and she gasps, her hands landing on the seat to keep her balance.
I pull back and look at her from head to toe, realizing something I’ve fantasized about but never got around to trying. I grab her arm and turn her around slowly, her back touches my chest. I kiss her neck and run my tongue along the beads of water running down. She moans and reaches back to grab my thighs, arching her ass into my cock.
I’m hard, probably the hardest I’ve ever been and I can’t help but grind harder against her. I want to be inside her and I want it now. I run my hands down her sides and around her front, settling on her zipper. I slowly flick open the button and pull the zipper down. She groans and shoves my hands aside, then she’s pulling her pants down in record time.
She starts to turn back around to face me, but I stop her with a hand on her shoulder and guide her back to face my bike. Then with my hand in the center of her shoulder blades, I push her forward and groan when her hands land on the seat.
Seeing her like this, bent over with her fingertips pressing into the seat, is hot as fuck. Her pink pussy peaks out at me from between her legs but that’s not enough, I want to see more. I step into her and tap her feet apart with my own. I bend over her back and brush her hair out of the way. As soon as I touch her, she tenses up and I need to make a decision right now.
Do I continue this, knowing what she’s been through? Or do I stop and let her do what makes her comfortable? Most guys would stop, but I’m not most guys and I know this woman, she needs to be pushed past her limits sometimes.
I open my belt buckle, letting it hit my thighs and the noise startles her. I pop my button and lower the zipper slowly, I want her on the edge of sanity. I let my pants and boxers drop in one go and look down at the angry head of my cock. The gleam of metal twinkles up at me through the raindrops-the top of my Jacob’s Ladder-I’m a fucking sucker for pain.
I reach over her, letting my cock brush her ass, and reach into the back compartment on my bike. I stash condoms in there, Faith can be spontaneous and we like to fuck in forests or restaurant bathrooms. I don’t want to be thinking about my girlfriend of nearly four years right now. Yeah, it’s been off and on but right now, we’re kind of on.
I pull out a condom and lower it slowly over the six separate bars along my shaft. That’s not including the ring through the tip. I kick her legs further apart and sink two fingers into her heat. Fuck, she’s so fucking wet. I pump into her a few times and grin as she whimpers. She has no idea what she’s gotten herself into.
I grip her ass in both hands, spreading her wide, and then I’m pushing into her slowly, making sure she feels every bump. The rain slows down to a drizzle and I look up to the clearing sky, typical Louisiana weather.
“Zeke.” She pants and her head falls forward. “What kind of condom is this?”
“Why?” I chuckle softly and pull her ass back, sinking in until my balls feel her wetness.
“It feels different. Bumpy.” She moans when I withdraw and push back in harder.
“Those are my piercings.”
“Oh fuck.” She breathes and I pick up the pace. I want her cream all over my cock.
Her noises are getting louder and my balls are growing tighter. I thought if I ever had the chance with Kailey that I would take my time, savor everything, but right now I find myself chasing her orgasm and my own with unstoppable speed.
I look down and watch as I pull out my cock, the condom saturated with her juices. I groan and pump a few shallow thrusts into her, making sure those piercings are hitting her in all the right spots.
I feel her pussy clamp down hard and she screams my name into the trees in front of us. My relief is surprising, I’m glad she didn’t scream one of her boyfriend’s names instead. I slow my thrusts and watch as her pussy contracts around my cock. Her juices dripping down to the ground below.
“Stop.” She breathes as I begin to thrust into her again.
She stands up straight and I step back, why am I fucking stopping?
“Bebelle…” It’s a warning. I clench my jaw to stop myself from saying something rude.
“Sorry, I just want to see these piercings up close.” She drops to her knees and reaches for my cock.
I watch as she removes the condom and chucks it to the side. Then she’s lifting my cock and staring at the piercings that decorate it. I can’t stop the groan that escapes when she strokes it and I pump my hips into her hand.
“This must’ve been painful.” She’s still looking at it in awe and I pump myself into her hand again. I didn’t stop just so she could look at it, she’s either sucking me off or I’m bending her back over my bike.