“I can’t wait to be fucked.”
“Damn, Jordyn.” I look up.
“Just saying…”
We jog to the park, taking the trail along the lake. There’s somewhat of a cooler breeze, but not much. Jordyn runs with the fluidity of an athletically well-oiled machine. Thanks to my training and conditioning, I have speed and endurance, but she has no problem keeping up. We go thirty minutes, pumping hard under the glare of the morning sun. At an underpass that leads to the other side of the park, she glances over at me and grins.
“Race you to the end.”
“What’s the prize?”
“Me.”
“You’re on.”
“Go!” She takes off like a sprinter.
Momentarily distracted by her prowess, my competitive juices are slower to kick in. Luckily, I have longer strides that are no match for Jordyn’s. I pass her and reach the end several seconds ahead.
Out of breath, we both collapse on the grass, gasping with laughter.
She rolls onto her back, her cheeks rosy, her face and body dewy with sweat. “You won.” She lifts a hand for a high five.
I smack her palm before climbing to my feet and bringing her to stand with me. “Ready to claim my prize.”
“Here?” The thrill in her eyes heats my blood. “Very adventurous, Jasper.”
I intended only to kiss her, but there’s just something about Jordyn that has me taking risks and doing the unexpected. I tug her off the path and through the forest for privacy.
“No screaming,” I warn as I back her against the trunk of a tree where the large, leafy limbs provide an awning.
“Can’t help it with you. I love the way you fuck me.”
Ignited, my mouth crashes down on hers, and my hands push up her damp top. I feel her heart pounding as if I’m holding it in my palm. I claim her breasts, taking the tips between my fingers, rolling and pinching, bending to suck one and then the other into my mouth. I feel her quiver and grip my shoulders to balance us both.
Then I’m yanking down her shorts, even as that trained caution in me is aware we’re in a public place with only the trees and bushes for coverage. But the other part of me—impulsive and hot—doesn’t give a shit.
I snap her V-string and spring my cock free. I lift her, spreading her legs wide to circle my hips and surge into her body. She closes around me like a silky Venus flytrap I don’t ever want to escape.
Gripping her ass, I thrust hard and fast. The sounds of her hungry moans, hitching in her throat, make me primal. When she comes, a haven of spasms that go on and on, around me, in me, over me, I swallow her scream the breeze would have carried. I give in to the feral strength of my own climax that rips through me with long, jagged claws and razor-sharp fangs.
“Christ, Jordyn,” I scrape out roughly, stunned and quite possibly ruined for life.
“I like your wild side, Jasper.” She brushes her lips against mine. “You keep surprising me.”
I keep surprising myself.
I help to right her clothes. The panties are unsalvageable. I stuff them in my pocket and lean down to kiss her. “How about that promised shower demo?”
That we have sex again under the spray of cool water isn’t out of the ordinary. We’d been going at it like rabbits for two weeks, but the confusing part was that we’d made plans to spend the weekend together. That’s undeniably outside of the rules. And more than that, I’d suggested taking her out on my bike. I’ve never taken anyone out before. I’m a lone rider, enjoying the solitude of just me and the road. But here I am at Motorsports, shopping for a helmet.
“Those are not cute.” Jordyn snubs the plain black styles I show her with the best safety features. True to form, she picks the brightest and busiest option, purple and pink, with graffiti-like images. At least it’s a good brand.
“I’ll get it for you.”
“No,” she argues. “I’m paying.”
“It’s my bike.”
