Aiden drags his palm across my ass cheeks and spreads them. His fingers dig into the soft flesh. I’ve never felt so exposed in my life until now. He can see everything, and God forbid if anyone is hiding in their car, because they’ll see too.
“Now ride it,” he rasps.
I lift my head and check to make sure we’re still alone. Aiden notices and mounts the bike behind me, keeping his boots on the ground to keep the bike balanced. His hands settle on my inner thighs from behind.
“No one can see. Now fuck my bike and make a mess.” He slips his hand beneath my dress and strokes my clit.
The tension coiling in my core tightens, and any worry about being caught flies out the window. I raise my hips, then drop back down, starting with shallow thrusts that quickly turn hard and fast.
I barely hear Aiden’s rough praises, too lost in the moment as I chase my climax. As he watches the tentacle slide in and out ofme, the weight of his gaze is enough to make my body heat rise by several degrees. With every stroke, I can feel myself getting wetter until I’m sliding on it with ease.
Aiden’s hand disappears from my thigh and settles between my shoulder blades. He bends me forward until I’m leaning against the tank and grinding onto the tentacle.
I peek at him and watch as he pulls out the bottle of lube he bought with the toy. He pops the cap open, then squirts the cold liquid onto my back hole. His darkened gaze rises to mine and holds as he teases the ring of muscles with a finger before sinking into me.
“Such a tight fit,” he says through clenched teeth. “But I know you can take more.”
The pressure on my insides deepens when he adds a second finger. My inner walls clench, earning a hissing breath from Aiden.
“Relax, pretty girl. You’re doing so good for me.”
I breathe through the uncomfortable feeling and force my muscles to unclench. Aiden tests my reaction by thrusting his fingers, then holding still. I rock back into him, needing more—needing him.
“I need you,” I whine.
“And you have me. I’m yours,” he growls.
He draws out his fingers, unfastens his pants, and coats his erection with lube. I raise my hips until the tentacle’s tip remains inside me, then lean forward, creating more space for him. Aiden grabs my waist in a bruising grip, and he lowers me onto his cock until the tip breaches the ring of muscles.
We both groan as I sink onto him and the tentacle. My trembling arms finally give out, and Aiden catches me. His arm hooks around my middle and tucks me against his chest.
“There we go.” He strokes my lower stomach, right above where the tentacle would bulge if this were hentai.
My inner walls flutter, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I roll my hips, grinding into his cock.
“So fucking greedy for it.” He flexes his hips, shallowly thrusting into my ass and rocking me on the tentacle.
My toes curl, and pleasure licks every nerve ending. “Yes, Aiden.”
“Lean forward against the tank.” He bends into me, forcing me into a somewhat uncomfortable position, with my breasts smashed into the bike.
Aiden straightens and holds my hips, keeping me in place before pulling his cock out, then slamming back in. A choked noise escapes me, and I clutch the sides of the bike, holding on to it while he pounds into me.
My inner walls spasm, and my breath catches in my chest and holds.
“I’m going to?—”
“Don’t come,” he growls. “Not until I say you can.”
I sob but hold it back, my need to make Aiden proud stronger than my body’s need for release.
“Goddamn, pretty girl.” Aiden’s pelvis smacks against my ass. “I didn’t think I could get this hard, but seeing your ass swallowing my cock is a torture of its own kind.”
“So full,” I whimper.
“And so fucking mine.” His fingers dig deeper into my love handles.
“Please, Aiden,” I sob. “Please let me come.”
