Caesar hops off the motorcycle, but I lean back, keeping my legs spread. It’s way bolder than I usually act, but something about him keeps inspiring me.
Caesar turns and arches a furry eyebrow, then blinks when he realizes what I’m doing. My erection is thick, bulging against my hip, and when he stares, I twitch in response.
“You are enjoying the ride.”
I laugh and force myself to keep my legs open. Birds call out from the trees behind us, and I turn my eyes frantically over the parking lot, nervous even though everyone is parked on the other side of the building.
“You look fucking hot,” Caesar tells me, his voice rough and slow.
I turn back to him and see that his hand is at his crotch. He presses against his fat bulge, showing me his erection, then rubs his palm up and down his length.
A quiver shoots through me. It takes all of two seconds for me to turn into a horny mess, hard and wet and ready to beg for him right there in the parking lot.
Caesar looks over his shoulder, checking the place out, then back to me. His face is tight, and there are creases in the corners of his eyes, like he’s wrestling through something.
I push my hand down to my crotch. My breath catches, the thrill of breaking rules with Caesar rising up, and instead of giving into my timidity and hesitation, I bite my lip and drag my hand up my hard shaft.
The scraping ache of the denim on my erection earns a low groan, and Caesar immediately steps forward. “Fuck,” he grunts. “You know I can’t resist you.”
I swing my leg off the bike, then finally step off, pushing my body close to his as I take him in a kiss. “Who’s asking you to resist?”
Caesar grabs my hips, and I let out a surprised yelp that turns into a laugh when he lifts me and spins me, moving me from the bike. Without a word, Caesar kicks up the stand and starts to push it. He shoves the heavy machine up onto the grass, then straight behind a bend in the trees.
I laugh as I run after him. “Where are you going?”
Caesar pushes the bike to a flat spot. “Here.” He turns and grabs me, pulling me in a hungry, wet kiss. His mouth opens and closes over mine, and when I bite down on his lip, Caesar growls.
I pull myself back and glance around. We’re behind enough of the trees that we have some real privacy, and the sunlight dapples down on us through the branches. “Here’s nice.”
Caesar takes me in another kiss. I writhe up against him. Our hands are all over each other, rubbing. His muscles are tight, and I can feel the fire burning beneath his touch.
I spin around, my palms on the motorcycle as I thrust my ass back at him. “Fuck me,” I demand. “Now.”
There’s no time for him to hold back. I need everything, and I need it immediately. The smell of the motorcycle and Caesar’s scent are in my nose, and I swear his chemicals are making me drunk because I can’t help but writhe my ass up against his erection, desperate for him.
Caesar pulls my head back for a kiss, his stubble scraping my raw lips. With his other hand, he shoves my pants down, then his own behind me.
He shoves his fingers to my lips. “Give me that spit,” he says, like a command, and I suck his fingers into my mouth and slobber all over them.
Caesar spits in his hand, then rubs his fingers up my crack. My hard cock twitches against my abs as the birds all sing out from the trees. The friction and pressure of his hand on my rim ignites me, and I feel an orgasm throbbing for release at my core.
“You’re so tight,” he grunts in my ear, then rubs his slick crown at my entrance. “You’re making me leak.”
The pressure causes me to fall forward. I’m worried the motorcycle is going to tumble, but it somehow catches my weight. Time disintegrates as Caesar takes me in his arms and thrusts against me, driving his thick erection between my cheeks.
Someone could catch us. That’s so fucking hot.
Caesar enters me. It burns to take him, but the precum and saliva are just enough that it feels so, so good, too.
I’m overwhelmed by the sensations of his touch, the searing pressure, and the sunlight on my skin. Caesar’s fingers are in my mouth, and his cock is stretching my hole, and the raw burn of it feels so good. I must be yelling because his thick hand lands over my mouth right as his other forms a tight fist around my throbbing cock.
Caesar fucks me raw, slowly working my prostate, stretching me only as deep as I can handle. I lick his hand, delirious, trying to hold off my orgasm because I want this to last forever. Finally, his lips on my neck, I explode. My climax pulls every breath from the bottom of my lungs as I shoot against the motorcycle.
Caesar’s cock pulses, stretching me wider as he unloads inside me. The wet heat feels so good, I shake again, another fat jet of cum splattering the bike.
We both gasp for breath, our pants at our feet and the birds still calling out. When I have enough strength, I pull myself off of Caesar and turn to take him in a kiss.
“Thank you,” I whisper, then kiss him again. “Thank you for that.”
