“Let me settle in first and then climb on behind me. I promise I’ll drive carefully. Give it a chance—you’ll like it.” I caress her chin but don’t dare lean down to kiss her, or I might not stop.
“Unless I want to wait here for another ten minutes to call an Uber, I have no choice. Just hurry before I change my mind.”
Laughing, I swing my leg over and sit patiently while Cici does the same.
“Come on, cutie, don’t be shy. Scoot up against me and wrap your arms around my waist. Wouldn’t want you falling off the back.” The minute she closes the distance, the warmth from her body engulfs me—especially the heat between her legs.
“Good girl.” I start the engine and pull onto the road. “Hold on tight, baby.”
“Eli, you said you’d go slow,” she practically screams, sitting up tall to watch the road.
I chuckle while responding, “I promised to be careful, not slow.”
“Eli!”
“I’m kidding. I’m not going fast. It just sounds like it becauseof the motor. Relax and enjoy the ride. I’ve got you, baby.” My hand covers hers that are clasped tightly against my stomach, squeezing the life out of me. She’s so nervous, it makes me smile.
“Both hands on the wheel. Or handlebars… or whatever. Just put them where they go.”
I laugh heartily. I’ve never enjoyed having a woman on the back of my bike so much. And that’s saying a lot considering a hand is usually on my crotch when I do. With Cici, all I need is the feel of her body behind me, her arms around my waist, and her chin over my shoulder to make me a happy man. Not that I’d complain if she slipped that hand down. I’ve got plenty for her to hold on to since I’m perma-hard for this woman. Christ, I’ve been in a constant state of arousal all evening. I can’t get her sweet pussy out of my head. If I don’t have more of that tonight, my hand will be working overtime.
“How you doin’, cutie?” We’re stopped at a light when I check in with her. She’s been quiet, which isn’t typical for Cici.
“Just saying prayers that we make it alive.”
I can’t help but laugh again. She amuses me. “Honey, save your prayers for the bedroom. You might need them later. You’re safe, baby. Have I made you nervous yet?”
“Are we still talking about the ride? Because—” Right then, the light turns green, and she stops talking as if she needs all her concentration when I accelerate.
Luckily, I don’t. “Cici, the only thing you should be nervous about is how many orgasms I’ll be giving you tonight. Or whether you’ll get one at all. Maybe you should grind on me and get yourself off while you can. Because tonight, baby, I’m in charge.”
The words that follow don’t match up to the hitch in her breath I felt seconds ago. “Eli, you’re not coming in. We can’t do this.” The sullenness in her voice tells me she doesn’t like it any more than I do, but the resolve is there just the same.
I’m not addressing her comments until we’re on two feet. Pullingup to the curb minutes later, I hop off first, then lift her from the seat, placing her on the sidewalk. Taking her helmet off, then mine, I stand silently, staring into her beautiful baby blues. She’s waiting for me to speak… waiting for my acceptance of her rejection. Fuck that.
I reach up and cup her cheek, rubbing my thumb over her pouty lips before I lean down to kiss her softly. A light brush until I sneak my tongue out for a taste, and then all bets are off as I pull her chin down, forcing her mouth to open for me. Her arms reach around my neck, and the moan she releases makes my cock twitch.
Fighting the urge to go further right here on the sidewalk, I pull back, gripping her head between my palms. “You know you want this as much as I do. Your body’s craving what I can give it. Come on, baby, we do so well together. Stop denying it.”
She groans, “I’m not. We’re great in bed. That’s not the problem. I’m only here for a little longer, and we shouldn’t go down that road again. You know as well as I do, for some reason, it’s not just sex with us. Let’s not risk opening that door, Eli. Please… I’m leaving soon.”
“Life’s too short not to take chances, baby. Didn’t anyone tell you to have a little fun before you die?” I ask, quoting lyrics from the song “All I Wanna Do” by Sheryl Crow that coincidently became my life motto.
“Yeah, the man next to me. His name is Eli and he’s reckless,” she says, playing along.
“Only when it comes to you, Cici.” I lean down to kiss her, unable to resist any longer. I’m not sure if this is the start of the evening or the end of it, but if it’s the latter, I want to give myself something to take with me.
She lightly pushes my chest and leans back to look up at me. “From what I hear, you’re pretty reckless with everything these days. I’m drawing the line on this one. I’m sorry, Eli.”
A frustrated sigh escapes unbidden. “You’re killing me here. Itwon’t be all those dangerous things I do that’ll take me out—it’ll be you, leading me to a slow and untimely death.”
“So dramatic. I think you’ll survive without getting me into bed. You have plenty of others to satisfy that itch.”
Is she for real right now? “You’re wrong. There’s only one, and she’s right here.”
“Okay, we have to stop. I’m going upstairs now before my resolve crumbles.” She steps back and starts walking toward the front door.
“So you’re saying there’s a chance?” I ask with her back to me as she retreats, adjusting the biggest set of blue balls I’ve ever had.
