She sat still when he stood and looked up at him with innocence all over her face. “I needed to touch you.”
“Oh, believe me, Alex, I need to touch you, too.”
He had the helmet off her head and tossed to the ground before she could say another word. She stood with his help, climbing off the bike and standing in front of him. In her heels, she was only a few inches shorter than him, and she was thankful for that fact as she took his face in her hands and kissed him. His mouth opened under hers and she wasted no time snaking her tongue alongside his. He groaned and gripped her ass, lifting her slightly. Her breath caught as she felt her core pressed into his length.
“Good God, Grant. I’m going to combust.”
“Why did you wear jeans?” he complained as he set her down and tugged at her waistband.
“Beats the fuck outta me.”
Grant got her pants unfastened and tried to get his hand down them. “You fucking paint these on?”
She laughed at his disgruntlement. “Here.”
Alex yanked on the skinny jeans until she had them down past her thighs, but before she could pull them all the way off, he had his hands in her panties and his fingers in her pussy.
“Jesus.” She gripped his upper arms for support as he moved his digits relentlessly inside her.
“One of these goddamn days I’m going to taste you right here, Alex.”
That was the hottest thing he’d ever said to her, and she felt her climax rushing toward her. One pass of her clit with his thumb and she was right there. “Ohhh.”
“That’s right, baby, come on my fingers. Come for me, Alex.”
Her knees buckled under the force of the tremors that wracked through her entire body. She saw pinpoints of light behind her eyelids and he had to hold her up so she wouldn’t fall.
“God, I need to be inside you.” He said the words into the skin of her neck as he bit and sucked and she cried out. She was not even concerned about fucking him right there on the asphalt after he’d gotten her so worked up.
“I need you to fill me, Grant. Please.”
“You’re going to have to take those off,” he said with a gesture at her jeans.
She looked around them one more time to assure herself that nobody was around. Looking at the bits of gravel and other unidentifiable shit on the ground, she wondered what the hell they were going to do. Grant answered her unspoken question when he sat on his bike and pulled his cock free. That was much better. She left her shoes on, working her jeans and underwear off and holding them awkwardly in her hands.
“Here.” He opened the saddlebag, and she dropped her stuff down in it. Looking into his expectant face, Alex faced Grant and swung her leg over the seat.
The flash of her pussy that move showcased was enough to send him overboard. “Fuck, Alex, you’re so wet.”
They shifted and maneuvered, and she hoped to God his bike was steady enough to hold them. She found the footrests and lifted herself to sit in his lap.
“This is turning into our favorite position,” she joked as she took him in her hand to guide him inside her.
“My favorite position”—he grunted when she was fully lowered onto his cock—“would be you laid out on my bed spread eagle.” She moved over him and he struggled to speak. “I would feast on your pretty pink pussy until you came so hard on my tongue that the neighbors could hear you.”
Her entire body was lit by the heat of a thousand fires. His words and the way she rose and fell over him sent her floating on wave after wave of pleasure.
“After that, I would cover your body with mine and fuck you into the mattress.” He was holding the handlebars for balance, but he lowered his head to kiss along the column of her throat. “You would leave a dent in the damn thing by the time I was finished with you.”
She wanted the picture he was painting for her with his words. She wanted to be completely naked with him, in his home, in his bed, with him on top. She wanted his strength to dominate her until she felt soft and sexy. She was not exactly a skinny girl, and she’d never found a man to make her feel small beside him. She realized she’d been looking in the wrong direction all along. Academic types tended to not be interested in bodybuilding, or motorcycles, or bar pool. She’d found the perfect guy for her, and she was fucking him in the middle of nowhere on his Harley instead of in his bed.
“Babe?” Grant was perplexed. He was pretty sure he’d been turning her on with his words, but then she stopped moving.
Alex didn’t look into his eyes but she picked the pace back up and held him close to her. She held onto him as though her life depended on it.
Grant’s eyes rolled back in his head. This was only one of the many ways he wanted her on his bike, but it was the most logical. Alex was exactly what he needed, what he wanted, and he was so close to blowing his load.
“Alex.” That was all he said before he came.
She wanted to go back to the feeling of exquisite pleasure he gave her ten minutes ago. She wanted to rewind to the way she was right on the surface of a bursting bubble as he brought her to orgasm. She had turned something that should have been a fun, casual encounter into something big. Something huge.
More than he wanted.
She had promised herself she wouldn’t do this. She swore she was ready for what he wanted, that she would take it slow and not pressure him. They were only seeing each other, after all, and that was the same as what she was after.
Except that it wasn’t. She wanted to cuddle up with him on her couch and tell him about her day. She wanted to meet his sister and hear about the kind of person he was growing up. She was getting emotionally involved when he wasn’t.
And that could only lead to disaster.
