Now I ride her ass, thrusting into her balls deep, pulling out almost all the way every time. She’s screaming into the pillows, and I feel her come over and over. I don’t stop, though. I promised her she’d need a couple days recovery time, and I’m going to make that happen. I’m glad for all those core workouts I did over the summer at this point because I don’t ever want to stop.
When I’m spent, I can see she’s exhausted. Yeah, I feel really good about that. She flops onto the pillows on her back, and I lay next to her with my arm over her chest.
“You’re right, Monday for the next workout. I definitely need to recover after that,” Harper admits.
We doze off for a bit, and then I get dressed and leave after we both wake up. I order some pizza to her apartment when I get in the car and tell her to enjoy the extra carbs, she certainly earned them.
At home, I see that she posted a reel with me flipping the omelets earlier, but she doesn’t say who was there or why we were making omelets in the middle of the afternoon.
Her discretion makes me like her even more. Maybe this can really work. I can actually see us being a good fit together when I retire, with me as a trainer and her running my socials. I’ll build our empire by day and fuck her until she can’t move every night. Sounds like a great life.
The next morning, I find myself aching to be inside her all over again. I can’t stop thinking about her, but I can’t be late for practice again. I get myself off in the shower to thoughts of her taste and what it sounds like to hear her muffled screams while I fuck her from behind.
Being away from her until Monday feels impossible.
Chapter 10
Harper
“You ready for the ride of your life?” the stranger asks me, but my body is whirled around to face another man. The one who gets my blood pumping and makes me shiver from only his touch.
“Harper, this is Mike, a teammate of mine,” Taylor introduces.
“Oh, my gosh, I’ve never ridden a bike before. I’m so excited,” I say to Taylor and bounce on my tiptoes. “Oh, sorry, where are my manners? It’s so nice to meet you, Mike.”
When Taylor and I were talking on the phone this past weekend while he was on the road for an away game, I told him that I’ve not been on a motorcycle before. I never would have expected him to recruit his friend to come over and take me for a ride.
“You can ride on my friend’s bike. But know this, when the vibration from the seat has you all hot and bothered by the time you get back here, make no mistake, it will be my legs that you’re in between and my cock that you’ll be riding to satisfy all your needs,” Taylor whispers in my ear right before he pulls the helmet over my head.
“Oh fuck,” I mumble as Taylor turns me around to face the bike and slaps me on the ass to get me moving forward. He’s probably eager for my ride to be over so he can have his way with me. Believe me, I’m just as eager for that to happen.
“She’s all set,” Taylor says to Mike and helps me up onto the bike, seated behind his friend.
As soon as I’m seated, Mike pushes the bike forward to release the kickstand and then flips something to bring the machine to life under our thighs.
Shit, Taylor was right. The vibration is unreal, but I love it.
We drive around a few city blocks to get to a street without stoplights every ten seconds, and Mike lets loose on the throttle. I let out a little scream at the thrill while my body hums with electricity of the cool air kissing my skin as we speed down the road.
Before I know it, the ride is over, and Taylor is helping me off the bike.
“That was so exhilarating! We were going so fast!” I exclaim.
“Well,” Mike pulls his helmet off but remains seated on his motorcycle, “we only got up to forty-five miles per hour, but yeah, you know, that was pretty fast.” He smiles.
“Thanks again, buddy. I appreciate the favor,” Taylor says and shakes Mike’s hand.
“No problem. Y’all have a good night.” With that, Mike puts his helmet back on and takes off.
“So, how wet are your panties right now?” Taylor asks as we’re walking to his truck.
“They are uncomfortably wet,” I admit with a giggle.
With a tug of my hand, we come to an abrupt stop. Taylor’s dark chocolate eyes are looking at me like he’s a lion and I’m his prey. He takes one step into my personal space, cups the back of my neck with one hand, snakes his other arm around my waist to pull me close, and kisses me slowly. I’m immediately melting in his hold.
“Please,” I whisper against his lips.
“What do you need, Harps?”
