I squeeze him tightly. “Thank you. That means so much to me. He’s a decent guy.”
I climb off the bike again and walk around to face him.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to ride.”
“You ready to leave already? Hop on, and we can roll out.”
“No. I want to ride you on your bike.”
He chuckles but maneuvers to allow room for me to climb on the bike facing him. As I hop on, my short skirt shifts to reveal that I’m not wearing any panties.
“Did you plan this?”
“I hoped that you would take me for a ride—and yes, I did plan to initiate sex with you on this bike, if you allowed me to ride with you.”
Chaos’s eyes hang low and not from the blunt that he’s smoked, though his eyes are slightly red. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans to pull his dick free, and I adjust myself so that I can slide down his length. It takes a few adjustments, but when I finally settle on him, it’s so worth the effort.
“Oh God, Chaos. This feels amazing,” I whimper as the wind blows across my bare ass cheeks. My skirt is pushed up aroundmy waist, and his hands are wrapped around my back, holding me close.
“You feel amazing,” he replies, thrusting up into me.
I lean in and cover his mouth with mine. Though we kiss, the animal sounds emitting from us aren’t stifled. With every moan, grunt, and groan, we saturate the air with the sounds of passionate sex.
The bike slightly rocks side to side as I bounce up and down on him, being filled with his girth and being released only to take him into me again. Each time, he spreads me wide, and then I close around him.
My pussy is like a suction cup, not wanting to let him go. Our lips are fused together in a steamy kiss that turns me on more. Chaos moves his hands underneath my shirt and palms my breasts. The rough skin on his thumbs flickers over my nipples before he pinches them.
He tugs, and I moan into his mouth, gyrating on him. It’s crazy that at this moment, my thoughts turn to “righty-tighty, lefty-loosy.” I gyrate hard to the left to tighten the seal that my pussy lips have on his dick, and I refuse to shift again. I don’t want to rise and lose any part of our connection.
I love this feeling of being filled by him, being so full that I’m overflowing with even more need. He feels good. This feels good.
Chaos pulls back from our kiss and stares into my eyes with drunken ones of his own.
“Girl, what are you doing to me?”
“Gah . . . I don’t . . .” I can’t explain because there are no words for what I’m feeling.
Tears stream from my eyes as we have sex, and before long, I’m coating his length with my moisture. Chaos grabs my hair, jerks my head back, and bites the flesh at the nape of my neck. He doesn’t pull back, but he growls through clenched teeth as he nuts inside of me.
We pant, trying to catch our breaths when we’re finished. I drop my forehead against his, and we remain like that for several long seconds.
When we finally catch our breaths, we pull our heads apart. His hands grip me to steady me.
“Why do you cry every time we have sex? I know that shit ain’t bad.”
I giggle. “You’re funny.”
“Nah, baby. Just a nigga who’s confident ’bout his stroke game.”
“You’re right, it’s not bad. I just can’t help it. Sex with you is so good it takes my emotions to another level that neither my brain nor heart can comprehend. There’s a connection that I feel with you that is unequivocal to anything else that I have felt in life. That connection brings out all these emotions inside of me when we engage this way.”
“I feel it too, baby, every time we come together. I want to just own you and never let go, but you’re right. There is a bond between us that can never be replicated,” he replies.
“I’ve missed you.”
“And I missed you too, Charisma.”
