We rode for a few more minutes, the rain coming down in sheets now, my clothes completely soaked, before Mason finally pulled into an old gas station that looked like it had probably been abandoned over ten years ago.
The paint was chipped off the side of the building, the inside dark and absent of life, but there was still a roof that extended out over the long-forgotten gas pumps. We pulled under it before Mason killed the engine.
His foot kicked down the kickstand, and I pulled off my helmet before wiping the rain from my face.
“So much for a pretty day.” I wrung out my braid and let the water drip down my body.
“A little rain never hurt anyone.” Mason grinned before shaking out his hair.
Little drops of rain flew off of him, and his t-shirt clung to his chest and back. He lifted the shirt over his head to wring out the water, and I had to look away. I walked to the edge of the gas station and looked up and down the road that seemed to be reserved for only other motorcycles.
That was all that we had practically seen all day, but now there were none in sight. Probably hiding out from the rain like us.
I turned back to Mason, and he was leaning against the seat of his motorcycle watching me.
“How long do you think we’ll need to wait it out?” I pulled my backpack from behind my back and grabbed my bottle of water.
“It’s hard to tell.” He looked up at the sky. “At least a little while I would say.”
I held out my water to him, and he took it out of my hand before pressing it to his lips.
It was his lips. It was his eyes. Fuck, I didn’t know what it was, but I couldn’t stop. Once the thought ran through my mind, I couldn’t fight it. Instead, I stepped in between his knees, and I stared at his damning mouth before I leaned into him and pressed my lips against his.
My water bottle hit the ground as Mason let it fall from his fingertips, but I barely even noticed the water that flew all over us. I was too busy focusing on the way Mason pressed his fingers into my hair, the way he gripped it roughly like he had been waiting for this moment for far too long. He tilted my head back, taking full control of the kiss, taking complete control of me.
He didn’t give me a moment to regret my decision. Instead, he gripped my ass in his hands and lifted me in the air. He spun me back toward the bike and sat me down in the spot he had been in only moments before as he leaned into me.
His kiss was rushed and dangerous, far too careless to be anything other than pure need, and I ate up every second of it. When he pushed me further, I gave in. All fight had disappeared from me, and I had no intention of stopping.
His mouth moved over my jaw, dipping down my neck, devouring my skin. I reached out for his belt buckle, but he quickly pushed my hands away and kept kissing me.
He kissed me until I felt drunk just on the touch of his lips.
I looked down at his erection, reaching for him again, but his hand in my hair pulled back sharply. I groaned at the bite of pain and pleasure that ran through me when his teeth sank down into my shoulder.
Then he was gone.
I blinked my eyes open and whimpered when I saw him dropping to his knees in front of me.
His fingers quickly popped the button of my jeans, and I stood slightly as he shimmied them down my legs along with my panties. He made quick work of pulling them from my body.
It went through my mind at that moment that we were completely exposed, completely visible if anyone was to drive by, but that thought only lasted a second before I decided that I didn’t care.
He pushed me back until my ass was once again sitting on his bike then his fingers slowly made their way up my legs. I was panting when his hands reached my inner thighs, and I wasn’t expecting the way his fingers roughly pushed against the skin of my thighs. They fell completely open before him.
He looked up at me. He fucking watched me for every second of his descent toward my center, and I thought I was going to die by the time I felt his breath rush out against my skin.
“Whose pussy is this?” His words shocked me but had my body arching toward him involuntarily.
“Yours.” I moaned and looked up at the roof that was still being pelted with rain.
“Look at me.” His demand was firm, and I brought my eyes back to his. “Tell me.”
I swallowed. I had never felt nervous during sex. I had never felt so high-strung, but with Mason everything was different.
“My pussy is yours,” I whispered.
His answering smirk was dangerous and addictive, and I barely managed to take another breath before he jerked my right leg over his shoulder and dove into my flesh.
He wasn’t in the mood to take his time or tease me. He devoured me. His tongue flicked against my clit piercing before he slowly sucked it into his mouth. I threw my head back, almost forgetting that I was sitting on top of his motorcycle, but he didn’t seem to care.
He gripped my other leg in his hand and lifted it over his opposite shoulder before he pushed a finger inside me.
My fingers dug into the leather of his seat, my ass precariously on the edge, and I rode his face as he fucked me with his fingers.
It wasn’t until I was screaming out his name that Mason finally stood from his knees. But he was far from done with me.
I stood on shaky legs as he turned me around until I faced the motorcycle, and a chill ran up my spine when I heard his zipper. His lips pressed against my neck and his hand kneaded my breast through my thin t-shirt.
“Mason,” I breathed out his name.
“Put your hands on the bike, Staci. Don’t move them unless I tell you to.”
I trembled in his arms, but I did exactly as he had instructed. My ass was pressed firmly against him, and I swore as his hand ran over my ass before dipping between my legs. He gently teased my still pulsing clit with his fingers, and it was seconds before I felt like I was going to come again.
I felt him then, lining himself up with me, and he gripped my ass in his hands before he slowly pushed into me.
I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out as he pulled out of me then back in at an achingly slow pace. Over and over until I felt mad with lust.
I reached my hand behind me, trying to pull him closer to me, begging for more, for harder, but he was the one in control. He stilled inside of me as his hand came down against my ass, hard.
“What did I say, Staci?” he growled from behind me.
I whimpered and pushed back against him, my body begging him to move. He slapped my ass again, and my pussy tightened around him.
“You like that?” he whispered into my ear before his teeth sank into the sensitive skin.
“Yes,” I moaned.
He nipped at my ear one last time before he leaned back away from me and gripped my hips firmly in his hands.
“Please, Mason,” I begged him.
His control snapped then, and his bike felt like it was going to fall over from the force of his thrusts. My hands trembled against the seat as he slammed into me again and again. His hands bit into my skin, his need for me palpable in every touch.
I cried out when his fingers thrummed against my clit. My body shook, my orgasm consuming me. It stripped me of my ability to think straight. I wasn’t thinking when my hand slipped. I wasn’t thinking when Mason caught me in his arms without missing a beat, and I sure as hell wasn’t thinking when the words I love you bounced through my mind.
My body tensed, everything went rigid, but Mason refused to allow me to pull away from him. Instead, he held me against him, his arms clinging to me as he thrust into me again and again, and when I finally cried out his name, I had never felt so scared in my life.