Leigh
Ithink Sonny thought I was nervous because I was about to get on the bike with him.
That was partially true. It wasn’t my first time on the bike, but some alcohol had been drunk, and it wasn’t like bikers were known for being the safest drivers on the road. Plus, I knew any man who knew he was about to get laid wouldn’t exactly want to take his time getting home.
But really, I was mostly nervous because my attraction to Sonny wasn’t just “it’s going to be fun for the next couple of hours.” It somehow felt a little bit deeper. I didn’t want to let myself get too carried away and too hopeful over something that I knew wouldn’t last past tonight, but he just feltdifferent.It just felt like there was something more to Sonny than what I usually did with guys. I couldn’t really pinpoint what, exactly, but there was something there.
But then again, it was a Thursday, it was the end of the week, I was feeling kind of desperate to not have tomorrow suck terribly, and this guy was hot as hell. I was probably just being a fool that would wake up in the morning wondering what the hell I’d gotten myself into.But one can always hope that “this time” will be different.
Sooner or later, it’s got to be, right?
“OK,” I said with a smile, doing my best to submit to whatever the night brought to me.
Sonny nodded and pulled me in for a kiss once more. Just like we had at the bar, we were going at each other with full carnal lust, barely able to keep our hands off of each other’s taboo spots. If we stayed out here much longer, we were probably going to violate some public indecency laws.
“You’re bad news,” I said.
“Would you really want me if I were good news?”
Yes?
“Depends on what kind of good news.”
“Only way to find out is to deliver you back to your place. And you gotta get on the bike for that.”
I put my hand on his chest, squeezed a little, smiled in disbelief, and hopped on the bike. He sat down in front of me and revved the engine to life—and just like that, my legs were vibrating.
And that, right there, was why Sonny had wanted to get me on the bike. It had been “soon enough.” I could now see what he meant.
The vibrations of the bike and everything on this ride were going to make me fucking orgasm.
Sure, the intensity of our attraction to each other was heightening it. Like I said, this wasn’t my first bike ride, and I hadn’t come on those rides, so it wasn’t like I could solely attribute the likelihood of coming to the bike itself. But the funny thing is, when all those things fed off each other, everything seemed like the sole reason for finishing.
“Hope you’re ready for this!” Sonny shouted.
And with that, we were out of the parking lot. I didn’t even care anymore I’d have to Uber back to my car at five or six in the morning. I didn’t even care that I’d get in a little late, probably looking a bit frazzled. Carl could suck it; I was going to have fun, and he was going to be a perv who wished he had fun.
I knew what to expect with the speed of the bike, the leaning on the turns, and the wind brushing on the outside of the body, but because of how fucking aroused I was, I wasn’t ready for how I felt about Sonny’s body. It was just so firm and so tight—even in spots where it was never, ever tight, like the lower side abs. I’d scored a good one tonight; that was for damn sure.
I closed my eyes and just focused on the vibrations and the tension forming down there. Aside from leaning as Sonny did, everything in my mind turned toward that building feeling, that impending climax that was bound to wash over me. Sonny knew it was coming too—it wasn’t like there was a point in hiding it.
About two minutes in, it hit the point of no return. I briefly opened my eyes to make sure we weren’t about to park and seeing that we were still out on a busy street, with shops and gas stations nearby, I closed my eyes and braced myself.
And then it all washed over me. Everything about me tightened—my arms around Sonny, my legs on the bike, even my neck pressing my head back into him. It felt so warm, tingling, and good, and the bike’s continue vibrations only heightened and prolonged the bliss coursing through me. Even when it ended, it didn’t really end, not like a normal orgasm did; it just sort of eased down, but the pleasure never really stopped.
If this was a preview of what actual sex was going to be like, I couldn’t fucking wait.
When we finally arrived at Sonny’s place—my legs still tingling from that wonderful orgasm—I was surprised to see a standalone home in what felt like a nicer neighborhood. It wasn’t rich or affluent by any means, but I would have pegged a blue-collar guy like him to be in a more downtrodden, run-down home.
I hopped off the bike and just sort of gawked at the house while Sonny put the kickstand down and took off the helmet.
“Don’t be surprised,” he said. “It’s not like my family’s broke and shit.”
“I guess—”
“That we’d all be alcoholic deadbeats who wouldn’t make more than fifteen bucks an hour?” he said with a smile. “Nah. Some of our prospects and foolish members are, but some of us know how to rake in the dough.”
“Really?”
