Wren keeps her face pressed into my neck, her breath hot on my skin. Her lips soft. Her nails find my sides under my vest, and I’m tempted to do a lot more than take her home.
“Hold on. Don’t fight my shifts.”
Her nod scrapes her mouth against my throat, and I want too much.
Popping my kickstand, I start us off slowly, learning the balance with the extra weight. She makes a new center of balance. Once we hit the smooth paved road, riding like this feels natural.
Wren wriggles in the smallest of movements, but it’s enough to have my cock raging hard. I feel her moan more than I hear it. If I could slip off her panties and work myself into her withoutworrying about the increased likelihood of us crashing, I’d do just that.
And she just keeps wiggling.
I’m clenching my jaw, but I know there’s a little turn off just ahead, and I plan to give this spoiled little princess exactly what she’s asking for.
There’s small bump as we turn off, disappearing into the trees. Her high squeak has me laughing. I kick the stand and my hands are on her, grabbing her hips and helping her grind against me. My jeans must be rough against her bare thighs.
Wren’s face tips back, pupils blown wide, and I can’t resist her. Her dark red locks wrap around my fist as I drag her mouth up to mine. Kissing her mystifies me. How can she pull so much feeling—so much need—out of me?
The thought of losing her completely…it split me open in the worst way.
And that’s what I need to do to her. Split her open.
Taking off my vest, I lay it over the warm engine and lean her back. Her hands reach for me as I unzip my jeans. Cock in hand, I give myself a firm stroke before I run my thumb over her soaking wet panties.
Fuck.
“I’m going to fuck you like this. On the back of my bike. Give you a proper ride.”
Her thighs spread a little wider in invitation, and I’m not the kind of man that needs to be told twice.
I tug her panties to the side and rub myself across her soaked folds.
“Is knowing that I did whatever I needed to to get you back a turn on?” I press in, taking only a few inches before I have to retreat and press back in again. Grabbing a hold of her thighs, I hold her open and give her another few punctuated thrusts until I’m balls deep.
Holding her to me, I grind us together as her eyelids flutter.
She’s so damn tight.
I rub my palms up under her shirt, caressing her waist and squeezing the undersides of her breasts and drawing up to pinch her nipples.
The strangled sound in the back of her throat has my cock twitching.
Fucking beautiful.
“Hands around my neck.” It’s easy to coax her to hold on, drape her knees in my elbows, and grasp my handlebars. This angle provides the kind of balance I need to fuck her properly. My hips swing, picking up speed.
The way Wren’s eyes light up from the move, it’s perfection.
She locks on, gaze, hands, pussy. All of her gripping tight. Strangling me with the kind of pleasure I haven’t experienced in a long, long time.
God, she’s practically dripping.
“Enjoying yourself, princess?” I don’t usually talk except to give orders, but something about Wren needs to be teased. Poked and prodded. Provoked.
She bites my lip in response, pulling a laugh out of me before I kiss her.
I’m pumping into her, eating her moans and falling into her a little further. She’s becoming the center of my thoughts too often to be safe.
I can’t help it.
