The smell of the pine trees that surround us filter through my nose and I breathe in deeper, soaking in the scent.
I tilt my head back, letting the wind rush over my face. It feels like shedding the weight of the world, feeling only the raw, untamed joy of movement. It feels like floating. I let out a laugh and wrap my arms back around Hunter as he leans into a curve.
His abs flex under my touch and I can’t help but relish in the feel of them. I would love to sink my teeth into his skin and travel soft kisses up his stomach to his pecks. The thought of him beneath me makes me squeeze my thighs together and the rumble of the engine isn’t helping me with my now flushed skin.
He leans over his shoulder. “You okay back there?”
I quickly nod and then remember he can’t see me. “More than okay!” I yell back.
His chest rises and falls as if he is chuckling and I can’t help but smile.
Then, he twists the throttle and the bike responds instantly, roaring forward with a surge of speed that sends my stomach swooping. I gasp, but the shock quickly gives way to delighted laughter as I hold on tighter, pressing myself fully against him.
I love the way his body feels within my arms. And the warmth that is radiating off of him.
As we emerge from the trees, the view opens up again—this time, revealing the vast, endless stretch of wide open land as far as the eye can see. It is beautiful.
After a while, Hunter pulls off to the side of the road and kills the engine. He takes his cigs from his front vest pocket and holds one out to me, which I gladly take. Then he lights them both for us and gets off of the bike, and I follow suit.
He side eyes me as he takes a puff of his cig. “So what do you think so far?”
I smile. “I am having a really nice time.” take a puff of my cig and blow it away from him. I am having a great time actually, I don’t know why I only said a nice time.
He leans against his bike and spreads his legs wide. Then motions for me to come to him with the crook of his finger. “Come here.”
I take a step closer to him but it’s not close enough and he hooks his fingers in my belt loop and pulls me between his legs. I rest my hand on his shoulder to stop myself from crashing into him with the force of his pull and laugh.
He looks up at me with a sly grin before puffing on his cig one last time and then putting it out, pocketing the butt. Then he wraps both of his arms around my waist and secures me to him.
Quickly putting my cig out as well. I stand between his legs waiting for what is to come. I look past him toward to vast open space and smile. “It is really pretty out here.”
He nods. “This is one of my favorite places to ride through. It is quiet out here. Peaceful.”
I nod in agreement. He is not wrong. I don’t think I have seen another vehicle on this road for at least a few miles.
“Hey,” he whispers, grabbing my attention from the view behind him and when I look down, I am met with a gaze that could set my blood on fire.
I bite my lip. “Hi.”
Slowly, he reaches up and cups my cheek and brushes his thumb along my bottom lip. “I wish you wouldn’t do that.”
I release it with a plop and then gently lick my lip. “Why?”
He stares into my eyes for only a breath before inching me closer to him. “Because it makes me want to do this—” he pulls me down the rest of the way and presses his lips against mine and this time there is no fighting.
It is just us out here. Us and the open road. I whimper in his mouth as his grip tightens on my ass and I run my fingers through the back of his wind blown hair.
His kiss consumes me. It pulls me in so that I can’t feel anything other than where he touches me and allows me to feel. His lips on my lips. His hand on my cheek. His fingers digging into my ass.
Fuck I would let him take me right here if he just asked. If he told me to bend over this bike right now, I don’t think I would even hesitate.
He groans and then breaks the kiss. “Take off your pants.” he commands and I step back, and unbutton them without question. How does he want me?
Once my pants are around my ankles he motions toward my feet. “Kick them off, Crash.”
I scramble out of my pants until all I have on is my shirt. His eyes travel from my face down to my milky thighs before he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. Then he stands and pulls me toward him once more, pushing his lips on mine again.
This time though, he turns us so that my ass lands on the seat of his bike and after only a breath he sinks to his knees in front of me and hikes my leg on to his shoulder. “What are you—” my words die on my lips as he slips a finger inside my pussy and then leans in between my legs to flick his tongue across my clit. “Oh.”
