“Are you ready for this?”
“God, yes,” I breathe. “Please.”
A cool breeze brushes against my skin, making my nipples tighten. He undoes his belt, unbuttons his jeans, and pulls out his hard cock, stroking its length as his eyes roam over my body.
I’m dying to touch. Taste.Feel. I’m getting wetter by the second and can barely stop myself from dripping onto the leather seat.
He inches closer, teasing my entrance but holding back. “Later, Sunshine,” he whispers into my ear, “I’ll worship every inch of you like you deserve. But for now, we’re going to be rough and fast. You’ll be screaming by the time we’re done.”
He always keeps me guessing. One minute he’s making jokes, and the next he’s talking dirty as hell. I love it. Icraveit. And I know just the right thing to say to make sure I get exactly what I need from him.
“Are you just going to talk about it, or are you going to take me on your bike right here,sir?” My hand traces a slow path down my stomach, stopping just short of where I’m soaked between my thighs. His eyes darken as he watches my fingertips graze the tip of his cock.
He snaps, slamming into me with a ferocity that sends shockwaves through my body. His grip on my hips is possessive, pushing me against the hard metal frame of the bike. The world around us blurs as our movements become frenzied, punctuated by ragged breaths and the sound of leather against metal.
His voice is raw and rough as he mutters his praise into my ear. “Fuck, you feel so good. So tight. Somine.”
His words ignite a fire deep in me. I clench around him, eager for more, as he begins to thrust harder and faster. The heat of his skin against mine is intoxicating. His desire-darkened eyes, his lips parted slightly… God, he’s beautiful.
With each thrust, he nips at my neck and shoulders,marking his territory with teeth and tongue. It’s almost painful how good it feels. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he leans down, taking my breast into his mouth. His tongue swirls around my sensitive peak, teasing and flicking. I arch my back, pressing closer to his hungry mouth. His stubble against my sensitive skin, the heat of his mouth, of him stretching me, is overwhelming.
I throw my head back. “Oh, god,” I moan, my fingers tangling in his hair to hold him against me.
He releases my nipple, looking up at me with eyes full of yearning. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”
I’m trembling, so close to the edge. “Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m begging for. He seems to know exactly what I need, though. His fingers find my clit, rubbing tight circles as he pounds into me.
“Look at me,” he commands. I force my eyes open to meet his intense gaze. The moonlight casts shadows across his chiseled features, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw clenched in concentration. Sweat glistens on his brow as he maintains his punishing rhythm.
I’m close, so close. My muscles tense as the pressure builds. He must sense it because he increases the pace of his fingers on my clit, circling faster. “Come for me, love. Let me feel you.”
His words send me careening over the edge. I clench around him as ecstasy washes through me. I cry out his name, my nails digging into his shoulders as my body shudders.
He groans, his movements becoming erratic as he chases his own release. With a few final, deep thrusts, he buries himself inside me. I feel his pulsing length as he comes, his face contorting in ecstasy. He collapses against me, both of us panting and slick with sweat.
For a moment, we stay like that, our bodies intertwined,hearts racing in tandem. The chilled night air caresses our heated skin as I run my fingers through his hair, savoring the weight of him against me, the scent of leather and something so uniquely Callan.
“That was way fucking hotter than I ever could have imagined,” he mutters between kisses.
He eases out gently before helping me down and gathering my clothes. “I’d apologize for not having anything to clean you up with but…” He slides his fingers through the slickness between my thighs, reminding me of the mess we made. “I’m not sorry. The thought of you riding home, dripping… Fuck, love. You wanna go again?”
I laugh, snatching my underwear from his hand. “Get me home before someone calls the cops,” I tease. “And then? Yes. I want to go again. And again…and again.”
He helps me step into my jeans as I scramble to find my boots. “Hey, where are my socks?”
“Hell if I know. Leave them for the wildcats,” he chuckles. “I need to get you home.Now.”
“Wildcats? You’re telling me there are wildcats out here and you just had me with my whole ass out?”
I can’t believe I’m even asking this.
“Come on, lass. You think I’d let a scary critter get you?” He winks. “But yes, there are wildcats.”
My eyes go wide. “You’re lucky you’re sweet…and hot. Now get me out of here.”
He laughs, swinging his leg over the bike, patting the seat behind him. Infuriating, but I can’t stop the smile that crests my lips. Life with this man will never be dull or predictable, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
