My jaw quivered as his fingers sped up quickly, not giving me time to adjust. My hips bucked. My hands grasped for purchase anywhere they could find it. My back arched, pressing my helmet against a part of his bike.
I wasn’t sure which part.
I just knew he enjoyed it.
“Fucking hell, Jaz, you’ll be the death of me,” he snarled.
“So close, so close, so close, so close.”
He fell silent, and I lost myself in my head. I envisioned him kissing me again, having that tongue all around my mouth and teeth. I envisioned that tongue between my legs, eating its fill before I squirted all over him. Sweat coated my brow as his bike rocked. His ministrations didn’t stop, the insistent rhythm, unchanging.
“Ghost. Ghost. Ghost. Ghost,” I chanted as I shivered.
“That’s it,” he growled, “give it to me, Jaz. All of it.”
“Oh fuck.”
The words squeaked out on a dare as my back bowed. He pressed his finger against my clit, and with a crook of his thumb inside of me, I burst. My eyes rolled back. My body pulled taut. My muscles collapsed and expanded as my legs shivered against him. I heard him chuckling in my helmet, a sound that surrounded me and blocked out the rest of the world.
But the instant I collapsed, his fingers hooked into my pants.
He pulled them, as well as my wet panties, down to my ankles.
“Now let’s see how you taste,” he said.
“Wha?” I asked as the world spun around me.
His chuckle was dark. “You just lie there like the pretty little thing you are. It’s time for me to have dinner.”
I had no clue what he meant. I mean, I did, but how in the hell would we?—
My legs were up in a flash. I felt him slide them over the top of his head, with my sweatpants and panties still bunched up at my ankles. They worked as a connector, holding my legs over his shoulders, even though they were weak. And when his hands rested against my thighs, I heard the command.
“Look at the sky, Jaz. Its beauty has nothing on you.”
I felt his tongue in between my legs.
That wasn’t the only thing I felt, though.
I felt his scars.
Scars that extended across his cheeks just as much as they covered his mouth.
What the hell kind of scars would?—?
“Oh my God!” I called out in shock.
He hoisted my lower body into the air like I weighed nothing. Like my legs weren’t literally half of my fucking body weight. With the crooks of my knees over his shoulders, my lower back practically lifted off his bike. I dangled there helplessly as his tongue licked a thick stripe from my entrance to my clit.
He latched his lips around it.
“Ghost!” I choked out.
He growled against my wet pussy lips, and I lost myself. My hands sought purchase, and I found the tail ends of his leather jacket. I gripped them with all my might, not knowing which way was up or down. With each swipe, I felt it building. With each suckle of my clit, I felt it churning.
“Ghost, I’m gonna… it’s… a mess… I…”
“Ooooh, make a mess on me,” he snarled as one of his fingers found my entrance again. “Drench me in you, Jaz.”
