Jesus Christ.
I wrap my arm around his chest and finger fuck his ass with the force he’s begging for. His hand slips from my cock and grabs my hip instead, his fingers digging in like he needs to anchor himself to something.
But I need inside him—now.
I push him towards the bike again, but he catches himself and pivots to face me with a slow, sly smirk. I reach for the condom on the bike seat, but he grabs it first.
I almost forget how to breathe as I watch him lift the wrapper to his mouth and tear it open with his teeth, eyes locked on mine the entire time. Then he steps into me, pushing his tongue past my lips in a rough kiss as he rolls the condom down my cock.
When he steps back, he grabs the lube, tosses it to me, and turns around to place his hands on the seat of the bike again.
Holy fuck, I actually love him.
I step into him as I slick my cock with lube and toss it back into the saddlebag. One hand slides into his hair, curling at the base of his skull, while the other wraps around the base of my cock, guiding it to his hole.
Andfuck… his ass feels even better than I imagined. Hot, tight, and fucking perfect.
Our groans twist together as I grip his hair and pull his head back, sinking into him with the feeling of Cade Cormier rushing through me like a fucking storm. It hits every part of me, and it’s all-consuming, until he’s the only thing I can feel.
He pushes his ass back to grind against me, and I tip my head back with a moan as I drag my hand down his spine until I’ve got both hands locked around his hips.
Then… Ifuckhim.
I pull back and slam into him so hard the bike shudders beneath us. Ialmostdon’t even care if it tips, but he braces himself and takes it like thegoodfucking boy I know he is. So I do it again. And again. And again.
“Fuck,” he grunts, moving his hand to his cock to stroke himself in rhythm with my thrusts into him.
I grip his hips tighter, unable to get over the incredible feeling of him around me. He feels like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. And being out here, under moonlight and trees, fucking him over my bike… is everything I could have hoped for and more.
The trees surrounding us shift in the breeze, moonlight flickering through the branches as I look up and slow my thrusts into a deep, steady rhythm. My eyes close as the sounds of the forest seem to close in around us—wind threading through leaves, the groan of old wood, Cade’s soft moans as I fuck him… It all sinks into my chest as the pleasure builds within me, rising fast like the tide in the Bay of Fundy.
When I look down again, Cade is glancing back at me over his shoulder with a curious expression on his face.
I reach forward and grip his throat, pulling him back against my chest.
“What’s your favourite tree, baby?” I murmur into his ear.
I feel the breath catch in his chest, and he lifts his chin.
“Don’t have one.”
I slide my hand higher and use it to jerk his head towards me. He stares into my eyes, his gaze unwavering and way too fucking sure.
But he’s lying.
He just doesn’t know it yet.
I release him and shove him over the bike again, my hands grabbing his hips as I fuck him hard and fast.
Cade strokes his cock in time with my thrusts, and eventually his body tenses under me, and his moans grow louder.
“Come all over my bike, baby,” I pant, fucking him deeper. “Let me hear you fucking scream.”
He pushes himself back against my chest again as his hand works faster and I keep driving into him. Then, with a beautiful, broken groan, he tilts his head back against me and comes—thick ropes of cum landing across the seat of my bike likeart.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I sink my teeth into the skin on his neck, holding him tight against me as I slam into him a few more times. Then the wave of pleasure that’s been building crashes through me. Warmth spreads through my body as I come in his ass, and for a moment, everything else fades away.
