"Nah. You’re not just wet, baby. You’re throbbing, aren’t you? Desperate for it."
"I’ll admit it," she whispers, all breathy like she’s already halfway to coming. "If you do something about it."
I want to. Fuck, I want to tear those shorts off, bury my face between her legs, and make her scream until her throat’s raw. But there’s Mama’s porch punch swirling in her veins, making her reckless, and her brother lurking somewhere in my damn thoughts.
"You’re killing me," I say, my voice rough, my cock straining against my jeans like it’s trying to bust free.
But Sawyer doesn’t give a fuck about that. She undoes my cowboy hat tied on my handlebars and sets it on her head, tilting it just enough to look like straight goddamn sin. “You can break those rules of yours one time, and show me what it’s like to be with a cowboy.”
“You don’t want this,” I force out, just as her mouth finds my neck—hot lips, sharp teeth—sucking a bruise into my skin like she’s marking me as hers. “It’s not just rules I break. It's hearts too, sweetheart.”
She laughs against my throat. “Perfect. Because I'm just passing through town… and I wouldn’t mind getting into a little trouble while I’m here.”
Fuck.Fuck.
“You’re makin’ me think you’re more trouble than I am,” I murmur, breath dragging over her ear.
My hand slides back between her thighs, finding the soaked fabric clinging to her again. I barely move—just the slow press of my thumb over her cunt through her shorts. Teasing. Testing. Knowing exactly what I’m doing.
She gasps—a sharp, desperate little sound—and herhips jerk like her body’s chasing more without her permission. That noise punches straight through me, heat ripping down my spine straight to my cock.
Her head falls back, lips parted, eyes gone, and fuck—she looks wrecked already. Like one more touch would ruin her in my hands.
And I want to ruin her.
“I might be,” she says. “Truth is, I’ve thought about this… you and me, together on this bike.”
I toss my head back, a groan tearing from my throat. Damn, I want her. I want to bury myself deep inside her, feel her tight little pussy clenching around me. But I know I can’t go that far. I gotta pull my shit together.
"Show me," I command, my voice dark and heavy. “Show me how you touch yourself when it’s me you’re thinkin’ about.”
She looks around, and knows I’m covering her from the road. We’re mostly hidden by the line of trees anyway. Then her fingers fumble with the button of her tight jean shorts, and she’s sliding her delicate hand inside, her eyes go dark—locked on mine.
“Like this?” she whimpers, arching against her hand.
"Just like that,” I whisper into her ear. “Now circle your clit. Pretend my mouth is on your sweet cunt, tongue draggin’ along every inch."
She slips her hand deeper inside her panties, her fingers dipping into that hot, wet mess she’s made for me as she circles her clit.
“Good girl,” I say, and she moans. Her bottom lip slips through her teeth, her fingers moving faster. I glance down to see her panties clinging to her, soaked through, and the sight of it makes my cock throb so hard it fucking hurts. Imake a mental note that she likes the praise. “Now show me with your fingers how you’d take my cock.”
“Mm,” she whimpers, sliding two fingers inside herself, her hips bucking as she fucks herself slowly, pushing them in and out of her dripping cunt. The sound is obscene—wet slaps of skin, her moans mixing with the storm around us. I’m close to losing it, my pre-cum is soaking through my boxers, my dick aching to be inside her.
"Faster," I rasp, my voice taut with need. "Show me how you’d want me to fuck you."
“Oh, god yes,” she moans. Her eyes darken, and she starts to move her hand faster, her fingers working between her legs. The wet sounds over the rain is driving me fucking insane. I kiss her again, swallowing her moans as she touches herself. Her hips push back against her hand, and her legs shake as she continues.
“You’re so damn beautiful. You’re about to make me come in my pants just watching you like this.”
But I don’t. I hold back, letting her unravel, every shiver and gasp pulls me deeper under her spell. I thought she was gorgeous before, but seeing her like this is something else entirely.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, her body trembling. “I’m so close.”
“Show me how you come, Sawyer. I wanna hear my name on those pretty lips when you do it.”
And she does.
“Tristan. Oh, god.” Her back arches, her mouth falling open as she comes undone. Her pussy clenches around her fingers, and I can see the wetness soaking through her shorts—her whole body trembles as she works herself through it.
