Wrenching his knife out of his pocket, he flicks it open. Wordless. His fingers curl into my waistband, extending the fabric of my leather pants and silk panties away from my body while my heart thrashes against my sternum. In a deft swipe, the blade sinks into the material of my clothing, splitting it open right at the crotch, which is confounding.
He doesn’t explain himself, just taps his phone again. But with the hunger rolling off him now and the itch burning in my bones, I think I’d be amenable to him burying me in this desert if his dickwere involved. And when the opening notes of “Today” pipe into the desolate field, I smile so big that it hurts.
He tucks his knife away, rips that small slit into a generous hole, whips off my beanie, and hoists me into the driver position of the bike.
“Fuck,” I wheeze, my bare clit exposed to the warm roar of the engine.
“Thought you’d like that, Little Moon,” he boasts in harmony with his zipper and the hope-drenched sorrow drifting from his speaker. “You’re so goddamn sexy.” His tenor is husky, brimming with a gravelly, crazed desire. “I need to fuck you right now.”
“Yeah,” I whisper, avid yearnings blasting through my bones. “I’m good with that.”
He climbs on behind me, and his palm smooths over my spine, flattening me so that my ass tips up to him. “That’s it. My dirty girl. Depraved and desperate. Just like me.”
Something about that has me wiggling, squirming, eager to be as filthy as his deepest fantasies.
He teases my opening with his piercing until I’m a frenetic mess of unmet cravings.
“Always so fucking wet. Your perfect pussy is weeping everywhere,” he praises, fisting my hair so that my back arches and my clit smashes further into the juddering motorcycle. “Look at you, trembling, aching for my cock.” A guttural groan billows out of him as he issues his order, “Beg me, baby girl. Tell me what you want.”
“Please, Ty,” I purr without a trace of shame. Iamdesperate. “I need you inside me.”
“Need what inside you?”
“That mammoth, pierced cock.”
“Yeah? Not yet,” he rasps, and the sound of his sultry voice, along with the weed in my system, the high of the heist, and my quivering clit could do me in. But he ignores my request and plunges two fingers inside me for a solitary dip, removing them quickly andsucking them with an inciting slurp. “Your cunt is glistening so pretty for me. I needed a taste. So fucking sweet, baby girl.”
“Ty,” I snarl, growing impatient. “Now.”
“So greedy.” He huffs a haughty chuckle. “You want to be my good little slut, getting fucked in a field?”
God, that does something to me. Far more than when he calls me a good girl. A feral moan tears from my lungs.
He continues perusing my opening, encircling the rim but dangling what I begged for out of reach. He’s obviously lost to the buildup, and ordinarily, I’d support that. Foreplay is fantastic. But I’ve had my fill, so goading is in order.
I shimmy my hips, relishing the added friction with a whimper. “Own me, sexy sailor. But don’t take all night about it, or I’ll become this bike’s whore with or without your cock.”
His boisterous laugh bellows into the night as he finally drives inside me, ramming into an organ I’ll need to take off my donor list. “There’s the sass I crave. Jesus, you’re a fucking dream.”
The way he fills me up is intoxicating—infiltrating the unseen, mending my scars, seeping into my bloodstream to consume every crevice of my being. Like I’m not quite me without him. The jolts and pinches of his piercing hitting my inner walls are euphoric, hauling me to the summit.
He curls his fingers over my hip bone while the other hand remains fisting my hair, and he lies on top of me, pressing me into the quaking engine as he sucks on my ear. “My beautiful brat.”
Pump.
“You were brilliant tonight.”
More.
“One of us. Ours.”
Thrust.
“Calm, smart, sexy.”
Harder.
“You’re more. You hear me?”
