Chuckling, I nipped his bottom lip playfully. “Next time. Maybe it’ll give you incentive to figure out how to get us to a bed.”
I slid off the bench, figuring his complaints meant he was too cold and we’d head inside, but he didn’t move away from me.
“I’ve had this fantasy for years now. What would it take to convince you to indulge me a little?”
I raised an eyebrow, but when he gave a significant look to his bike sitting a few feet away, I barked out a laugh. “You’re not serious.”
“I guarantee every single one of my crew members has thought about the same thing,” he grinned. “It’s a biker thing. Come on, Simone. Help a man fulfill his fantasies.”
“Your fantasy of having sex on your bike?” I drawled, unconvinced. “How would that even work? I’m not doing anything while you’re driving around.”
He laughed, carefree and easy, little creases around his eyes that made my heart flutter in my chest. “Nah, I’m not that reckless.” Spinning me around, he gripped my hips, walking us to his bike and putting my hands onto the smooth leather seat, bending me forward just like he had when we were in the laundry room together. “Just like this. Hot, sexy teacher bent over my bike? I’ll be jerking off to that image for the rest of my life.”
Chuckling, I pressed into him when he leaned against my back, blanketing me with his body. “And what do I get out of this?” I teased. I was on board, it was the tamest request he could make regarding his bike, but I liked teasing him. Feeling his grin against my shoulder, I could tell he enjoyed it too.
“Anything. Anything you want, it’s yours,” he promised, words a whisper against my neck as he returned to kissing along the exposed skin.
My body language said what I wanted, but the fact that he waited for me to say it outright made me trust him just a little more.
“Okay. But if it tips over, you can’t blame me.”
“Don’t worry,” he murmured, hands moving over my body and under my shirt to touch my skin. “They’re more sturdy than they look.”
I chose to believe him, leaning into his touch as he unhooked my bra so he could more easily slide his hands underneath the cups to touch me. His mouth kept moving, tongue sliding up my neck before his teeth repeated the movement. Withthe positioning, I couldn’t do anything but bask in the touch, pressing my hips back against the swell of his erection against my ass.
One hand slid lower, cupping me through the worn jeans I’d chosen to help with the clean up process. It wasn’t what I’d call a sexy outfit, but Elias didn’t seem bothered, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my hips just low enough that he could touch me without fully exposing me to the cold air in the garage. Not that I felt cold. With him pressed up against me and his touch spreading heat along my skin, I was plenty warm.
The sound of his zipper was loud in the quiet garage, only our panting breaths breaking the silence. He leaned away from me for a moment, and I heard the sound of foil as he tore open a condom and rolled it on. When he came back, pressing himself against me, the warmth made me sigh. This was easily the dirtiest thing I’d ever done, and somehow he was making it soft and sweet at the same time, keeping himself wrapped around me and comfortable.
When his erection slipped between my thighs, I squeezed them together, grinning to myself when he groaned and rocked his hips. He reached around my hip, pressing gently against my clit before making small circles around it. I gasped at the bolt of pleasure, clenching again, and I heard Elias curse quietly under his breath.
He stayed that way, teasing us both, until our movements grew more frantic and my arousal coated his length so much, when the head of it caught against my entrance, he slid inside without warning.
“Oh, fuck!” he shouted, bucking against me, his fingers pressing a little harder on my clit. It made me moan and push my hips back to meet his next thrust, and when he started a rhythm that made my toes curl, he wasn’t the only one cursing.
He shifted positions, both hands holding my hips as he straightened to pound into me more aggressively. When I lowered myself to rest my elbows on the seat of his bike, it changed the angle for us both, and I was suddenly glad we were so far from the house because Elias’s shouts were so loud, I wasn’t sure even being in the car would have muffled him enough.
The way we were moving made it hard for him to take up touching me again, so I moved my hand between my legs, resuming the circles he’d started that made me so hot, I was breathless.
“Are you… Are you touching yourself?” he panted, slowing long enough to get a better look. When he confirmed his suspicions, I felt his cock kick inside me and he let out a litany of curses and praise, picking up the pace again and pounding into me harder.
“You’re so fucking perfect. So hot. Jesus, how did I get so damn lucky? Fuck, just like that. Let me hear you, baby. Fuck, yes.”
My body tightened with each filthy praise, and I felt my release barreling down on me faster and faster, his thrusts hitting just the right angle to get me off.
“Right there, Elias. Keep going,” I panted.
“Fuuuuuuccckkk,” he groaned, fingers digging into my hips as he fought desperately to keep up the pace I needed.
When my climax hit me, it felt like a tidal wave of pleasure slammed into me, making my knees so weak, I nearly collapsed. Only Elias’s quick movements, an arm sliding under my chest to hold me steady, kept me from sinking to the ground. His free hand rested on the bike, his groan long and loud in my ear as my body tightened rhythmically around him, milking his release from him.
My weight was almost entirely held by Elias and the bike, which to his credit, had barely rocked during the whole ordeal. Elias’s breath puffed along my neck, little trembles telling me he was just as affected as I was, but holding himself together for my sake. A smile pulled at my lips and I reached back, wrapping one arm around his neck to keep him close.
“I love you too.”
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
ZERO
