“Left side. This one shifts. Tap up to go faster, down to slow the engine. Easy.”
She turns her head slightly, her helmet bumping mine.
“So, what you’re saying is that this beast is idiot-proof?”
I huff a quiet laugh. “Almost. But I think you’ll still find a way to test that theory.”
She smiles. I can hear it more than I can see it.
“Okay. Twist, shift, no dying. Got it,” she says boldly.
“Don’t get cocky.”
I keep my hands on hers for safety but I don’t guide her anymore.
Our chests sync and we just breathe together, our fingers laced on the controls. She tries to twist and slowly take off, but she twists too much and hits the brake right away, so the bike just jolts for a moment, and her gasp in my helmet sends me straight to hell.
If she gasps like that once more, I’m fucking her right here.
“Squeeze it. Don’t slam it. You’re in control. Not fighting it,” I explain quietly.
“Like with you?” she mutters with a cocky attitude and turns her head to face mine, both our visors up, our eyes frozen in each other’s stare.
Fuck.
That’s it. She knows what she’s doing to me.
I stop the engine and kick the stand down as I take my hands away from hers and grab her throat, squeezing her body to mine.
“You wish.”
She gasps when my hand tightens around her throat, and I have to shut my eyes, letting the rush of it roll through me.
Her breathing turns uneven, her pulse wild against my skin. My other hand slips under her dress, gripping the black tights at her thigh and yanking them down.
The rip of nylon cuts through the air, swallowed by the broken sound that leaves her. I tear the fabric away, her heels slipping off her feet and falling on the ground.
Having her like this—bare, vulnerable, on my bike—fuck.
My hand stays under her dress, sliding higher, steadying her as I lift her just enough to pull her closer, until she’s almost in my lap and I have some space around her pussy.
“You open your mouth like that again, and I swear, I won’t stop until I break you,” I murmur as I slide my hand into her underwear and guide my fingers through her clit.
She’s so wet. I want to eat her alive and then spit her juices right in her mouth. Fuck.
My middle finger drives into her and she collapses backward, falling into my chest. Her moans become so heavy and fast that I think my dick is going to rip my pants in half.
She’s soaked. I want her dripping all over my bike, then watch her lick it all off before I shove my dick into her throat, choking her with cum.
Jesus Christ.Calm down.
I add another finger instead.
“Kasien,” she breathes out, moaning so nicely it echoes through the empty beach.
“What was it?” I tease as I pick up the pace inside her. “Do you want me to stop?” I barely whisper, unable to catch my breath.
I curl my fingers inside her, hitting that spot as I let go of her throat, driving my other hand down to her clit and gently circling around it, just how she likes it.
