“You started riding when you were three, I’m not sure someone will give me a chance.”
“Well, my dad recognized that spark and had to put me in training at an academy from a young age if I wanted to go pro someday. He gave me that as an option but continued to tell me that if I wanted to quit and do something else, I could do it whenever I wanted.” I pour more water on the bikes. “You don’t have to be a pro, there are local competitions or you could compete in other states.”
“Do you want to quit?” she changes the subject and I grin at her, she often does that when she doesn’t want to dig deep into the topic.
“I still have a few good years but I can retire with dignity. I don’t know. I never pictured myself doing anything else.”
She nods in understanding, cleaning the crevices that are hard to reach with her little hands.
I toss another question at her, “The craziest story you’ve heard?”
“My grandparents spoke Italian and they refused to teach the family because that was their secret language when they didn’t want anyone to understand.” She slants her jaw at me, “That’s some novel shit right there.”
“What?!”
“My mom’s parents are hilarious but I’m kind of mad that they refuse to teach me, and they live in California so I don’t see them often.”
“That is crazy… but kind of romantic like some novel shit,” I repeat her words, grinning and biting my bottom lip.
“On the count of three, best decade for movies,” she prompts, “One, two…”
I wet my hair and toss it backward.
“Nineties,” we both say in unison.
You had to have good taste too.
Everything she does makes her ten times more irresistible.
“Eighties is also my favorite.” She adds.
The dogs shake their fur and I shake my head like a wet dog, water dripping everywhere. “What?” My gaze encounters Blakely’s piercing one. Her eyes roam all over my body and lock on my wet shirt that sticks to my abdomen.
“Nothing.” Her throat moves as she swallows hard and I clench my fist, needing to wrap my hand around it.
I bite my lip-ring and flex my arms, knowing she likes it when I do it and that adorable smile of hers graces me as a reward. “You woke up a few times during the night and started kissing me.”
“Really?” her eyebrows pull together.
“You don’t remember?” I inch closer to her.
“I thought it was a dream.”
“Kind of.” I hold her chin, lifting her head, “We kissed until we fell asleep again. It was the best sleep I’ve ever had and I dreamt how I fucked you till your pussy was dripping with my cum.”
A gasp and coo permeate the air. Those images reflect in her eyes right here, right now. “Fuck me, Meadow, take me right here.”
I stay silent, hovering above her and gazing deep into her eyes.
“Bend me over the bike, open my legs, and fuck my pussy.”
So bossy.
“You love to tell me what to do,” I tighten my fingers around her throat, “You know how much that turns me on.”
She opens her jacket and my gaze drops down to where her tits hang out. “Gotcha,” she mouths. Each word slowly escapes her lips as I concentrate on them. “Do you want it, or not?
“We’re outside, people can see you.” I don’t like the idea of someone seeing her like that but I can’t pretend the thrill of being caught while I fuck her hard doesn’t excite me.
