Good.
I wasn’t either.
I unstrapped my helmet and yanked her thigh over my lap while gripping her waist so that her thighs straddled mine. I pulled her helmet from her head too, watching her curls tumble free, wild and soft in the night wind.
“Fuck, you’re a vision on top of my bike, darling devil.”
“This thing is dangerous,” she said, but her hands were onthe tank as she wiggled her hips back and forth like the feel of the purr of that engine was the danger, not the actual ride.
“I think you like dangerous more than you originally let on.”
She bit her lip, and I watched her pant at the feel of the vibration between her legs. “I was turned on the first time you grabbed me around the neck, Jameson. Have been turned on ever since.” The blush that stained her cheeks was a sight I wanted to remember forever.
“How turned on are you now?” My gaze drifted to her pussy on my ride. “Spread your legs wider and show me, Mia.”
My girl was ready to follow commands because there was no hesitation as my hands drifted up her thighs while she spread them further apart. When I pushed her dress up so that her panties shone in the moonlight, she gasped.
“Soaked through.” I brushed my thumb over the silky material, rubbing her clit up and down, giving her the friction her body ached for. Her lips parted on a moan. “You still wanted me to touch you here even after the cleanup?”
“Probably more so after.” She said it quietly and on a whimper.
I pinched her clit, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted her saying it loud, and I wanted to feel her pussy when she did. I ripped the material from her body and plunged two fingers into her before I growled, “Say it again, Mia. Say you liked knowing what I’d do for you. Does that turn you on?”
“Yes,” she moaned, arching into my hand.
“You like knowing you drive me so crazy that if a man looks at you wrong, he’ll be on the floor bleeding out in seconds?”
“Yes.” She almost cried, her eyes shut as I picked up the pace of my fingers pumping a sensitive spot within her. She was dripping onto my machine now, writhing for a release, but I wanted her crazy for one, as crazy as I was for her.
So I pulled my fingers out and slid the arousal over her clit. She gasped at the loss and tried to sit up, but I grabbed her neckand slammed her back down onto my ride. “You know your pussy doesn’t deserve a damn orgasm after what I did for you tonight only to see you with my brother.”
“It was a dance,” she said, like that made it okay.
I smacked her pussy three times over so that it swelled and shined in the moonlight before I massaged it. Then I pulled her forward by her neck. “You won’t dance with other men if I fuck you, Mia. You get that? I won’t allow it.”
“And what about you and other women?”
“Do you care if I do?” I wanted her to admit she did, admit she was as unhinged for me as I was for her.
She looked away as she said, “You let Valerie whisper in your ear, and a dozen other women touched you tonight. I can’t dance with a man, but they can flirt with you?”
Her acknowledgment had my cock hardening to the point of pain, and I hummed before saying, “Turn around, baby, and put your knees right here.” I pointed to the base of the tank and helped her maneuver so she was kneeling and facing away from me. Then, I took her hands and placed them on the handlebars. She was tiny enough that when she did, her ass raised in the air, just how I wanted it.
She looked over her shoulder at me and narrowed her eyes. “What are we doing, Jameson?”
“I’m giving you my apology, Darling. For letting another woman make you feel like they had any of my attention. It was you I thought of the whole night. You and this ass.” I squeezed a globe. “This pussy.” I spread her center open so I could watch it glisten in the moonlight. “And this pretty, tight hole.”
I lowered my head to taste her arousal first. I let her rock her hips on my tongue, let her ride close to that orgasm I knew she needed, and then I licked my way up to the puckered hole that I could tell she was more hesitant about. She gasped when my tongue tasted it, when I worked it while my fingers slid into her center.
She told me immediately that no one had ever done this, that she was too close, that she was falling over the edge, and then her perfect holes tightened around my tongue and fingers as she cried out into the night.
I held her through her orgasm, memorizing how she spasmed, how she coiled up and arched and then came down from that high, slumping over my machine languidly, like she was spent.
I flipped her around so she was straddling me again, and she gave me a lazy smile. “I like your apologies, Jameson. Probably even as much as your jealous punishments.”
I couldn’t keep my hands off her as I massaged her thighs, my movements almost jerky with the pent-up need to have all of her.
“I like you sitting across me looking like that too. But it’s time to get us home.”
