Leigh’s eyes suggested it was going to be something akin to a power struggle. There was no hotter form of sex than that.
We downed our shot. It tasted like victory. I looked over, lined us up another shot, cheered again, and again gave each other a look as we downed.
By this point, I wanted to feel her up on me.
“Come,” I said.
I led her—though she actually went in front—to the dance floor. There was no gradual build-up, no dancing apart before coming together real close. Her ass was immediately on my crotch, and my dick was immediately sprung and ready for some.
And she was fucking good. She knew how to shake her ass, how to press her body into mine, how to run her hands over me. When she turned around, she stayed close, unbuttoning my shirt, running her hands down my chest, then having them slide off just inches above my pants.
I couldn’t fucking take it. I grabbed her face, looked into her, and just went straight into kissing her.
It was like our dancing. There was no gradual buildup, no slow kiss that morphed into something harder. It immediately was like our tongues were sticking down each other’s throats. It was so fucking hot.
There was literally no reason for us to stay on this dance floor any longer. I wanted to fuck her, and I knew I could. After the kiss ended, I leaned forward.
“I have to have my way with you,” I said. “We should get out of here.”
Leigh nibbled on my ear.
“Do whatever you want.”
Oh, fuck.
I grabbed her hand, rushed to the bar, threw down twenty-five bucks, asked for my card back since it would be faster, and stuffed it in my pocket without bothering to put it in my wallet. And now, there was nothing left to do but stick my dick inside Leigh.
I took her hand in mine. At this point, I’d established control. I would decide how the rest of the night would go. Leigh had already given the OK by saying I could do what I wanted. She just didn’t know what she was in for.
I took her to my bike. Conveniently enough, I’d polished it good just before leaving the clubhouse today. It was purely coincidence, of course—I expected to get laid whether or not my chopper had some slick stains on it. But with someone as fun and hot as Leigh, it made it all the better.
“Here,” I said, grabbing a helmet and putting it on her head before I buckled the chin strap. “Don’t want your brains spewed out on the pavement.”
“Geez, I hope you drive safe.”
“Relax. You’ll get there in one piece. And have some fun.”
Leigh smiled, but I could tell she was a tad nervous. I didn’t want that heightened alertness to disappear, though—the more sensitive and aware she was, the better things were going to feel when I went to work on her.
“Just wrap your arms around me tight, press your head into my back, and lean in the direction I go,” I said as the smile on my face went from comforting to confident, “and enjoy what may come.”
“What does that mean?”
It means that you won’t have to wait to get back to my place before you finish.
“You’ll see soon enough.”
