Stopping would make everything real right now, so I shake my head even though the tiny pulse between my legs is begging me to say yes.
He applies pressure to where I want it most, and my hips roll forward.
“Your hatred for me turns you on, doesn’t it?”
The hand inside my shirt pushes my bra up and cups my breast.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “They’re so soft and perfect. Made just for my hands. My mouth.”
“Baylor,” I start to protest, but his name is barely audible when the pad of his thumb brushes my nipple.
“Do you want me to touch you, Aspen?” He asks for permission in the sultriest of voices as his fingers tease the waistline of my pants.
I want to shake my head and stop him, but I want this so much more.
My lip trembles, and I nod.
He skillfully undoes the button with one hand and slides it along my skin—beneath the snow pants, the waistline of my leggings, and the thin layer of lace panties.
My mouth drops open with an uneven breath when his first finger finds my clit.
“Aspen.” He grits out my name as he starts to rub circles.
“Baylor,” I whimper.
He uses his pointer finger and ring finger to spread my lips and works his middle finger through my center at a faster pace. “Do you like this?”
I nod, too delirious for words.
He dips the tips of his fingers into my entrance and immediately returns to my clit. “You have no idea how bad I wish it were my mouth making you feel this way right now.”
My bundle of nerves is hit over and over and over. I have to tighten my grip on the handlebars for support. We shoot forward, faster, and Baylor’s circles on my sensitive flesh get smaller and quicker.
“Oh my—” I’m panting. Losing control. My finger slips off the gas, and Baylor’s fingers practically seize. “No, please—” I beg. “Don’t stop.”
Baylor kisses the spot just below my ear and whispers, “You’re driving this, baby.”
Through the lust-filled dizziness, I register what he tells me and slowly ease back on the throttle.
Baylor continues kneading my breast as he slides one finger inside me. Then two. Stretching me little by little. The heel of his hand applies pressure in a glorious rhythm as he pumps me to the speed I command him to.
Faster.
Deeper.
We enter a clearing in the forest, and I accelerate across the flat, snow-covered opening.
“That’s my girl,” Baylor says, burying his face in my neck. He slides a third finger in easily and works his hand until my thighs are shaking.
I throw my head back on his chest and roll my hips forward into his hand. Slowly at first and then in sharp thrusts.
“You can take whatever you want with me. Be greedy, baby. I beg you.”
Every muscle in my body is on fire, and my pulse is pounding like a hammer.
My whimpers turn into tiny screams as I feel the tension pooling in my core.
Baylor growls something into my neck, releasing some willpower, and he nudges my ass with his thick erection.
