25. Anne

25

ANNE

“ D id you masturbate more after your lesson?” he asks as I follow him out of the car, my heart beating out of my chest. He steps to the sink in the corner of the garage, seemingly uninterested in what I have to say.

“I did.” His shoulders work under his shirt as he washes his hands, and I can’t look away.

“And how did it feel?” He takes an evidently clean cloth, wetting it, and gets to his bike.

“Better, I think. Better than it was… before.” Using the wet cloth, he starts cleaning the seat of his bike. Is he seriously going to do this now?

“Good. How about you show me how good it felt?” He taps the bike seat with the palm of his hand.

“What?” My head shakes with surprise. “I don’t know what you’re saying.”

Finally turning around, he leans on the bike. “Take off your clothes.” Breath escapes me. “Fold them nicely and put them in the passenger seat.” My nipples tighten at his words. “We don’t want them to get dirty.” He smirks. “No, the only thing getting dirty today is you .”

“Shoot,” I whisper, and his smirk widens. Liquid pools between my legs as I try to take of my clothes in a sexy manner. With desire coursing through me, it’s hard to concentrate, so I end up hurrying along to get myself naked, sexiness be damned.

Standing naked in front of him in the harsh garage lights is unnerving. My chest heaves with nervous breaths, but he doesn’t relent, staring at me with hunger in his bright blue eyes.

“I want you to show me how good it felt.” He taps the seat of his bike again.

“W-why?”

“I need to see if you’ve learned your lesson. Come here.” I approach him hesitantly, still not knowing what is expected of me.

“Get on the bike.” I’ve always been terrified of motorcycles, but now, even though we’re in a closed garage with the bike parked, my fear is even greater. I have no idea what I have to do, and it fills me with dread. Still, his command left me no room to question it, and I want to make him proud. I want to show him I learned the lesson.

I straddle the bike, my hands shaking as my belly swirls with nerves. The bike shakes slightly but the kickstand keeps it upright. He sucks in a breath, his hand reaching out to softly pinch my nipple.

“Oooh.” I release a quiet moan.

His hand drops to my center, a current shooting up my spine. He drags his fingers up and down my slit softly.

“So fucking wet, Firecracker. But let me help you some more.” He spits on the leather seat, making me gasp.

My mind swirls with desire and anticipation as he drags a chair in front of the bike and slumps down into it.

“Now ride. Show me how you make yourself come.”

His words are like a code my body is programmed to follow, unable to refuse. A small part deep in my belly is insecure being naked and exposed to him, but it is suffocated by pure, desperate need. Like a reflex, my hips start fidgeting on the spit covered seat.

A whimper slips out as my clit gets in contact with leather. My eyes roll to the back of my head as elation travels through my core. Gripping the bike handles to get more footing, I start riding it. My nipples are painfully hard in the chilled air, my slickness coating the rest of the seat. My moans echo in the otherwise silent garage, unable to stay in any longer.

For a second, I forget where I am, enveloped in pleasure, my hips drawing figure eights, hitting my clit with every move. But as soon as I open my eyes, another wave of arousal crashes into me.

Lennox’s strong body overpowers the tiny chair. The top buttons of his black button down are undone, his sleeves rolled up. His cock tests the endurance of his slacks, tenting them in what looks like a painful position. His fingers are digging into his thighs, showcasing the tattoos and veins on his hands. But what gets me the most, what pushes me right to the brink of an orgasm, is his gaze. His eyes are practically pitch black, boring into me with a look that’s nothing but feral. His jaw is clenched so hard I’m afraid he’s going to hurt himself, but it makes me even hotter.

My pace picks up as I barrel to the edge, shame nowhere to be found. It’s possible it’s all in my head, but I’m pretty sure my moans are deafening. I pull my hands away from the handles, paying attention to my desperate nipples. I roll them between my fingers, my clit hitting the seat once more and I’m done. My pussy pulses with need as an orgasm overtakes me.

“Fuuuck…” I moan out, closing my eyes again as I shiver on the leather seat, feeling both incredible and empty, my pussy desperate to be filled.

My chest rises and falls with rapid breaths, as the final waves of my peak ebb. Eventually, I open my eyes and it’s a goddamn miracle if Lennox doesn’t chip a tooth with the set of his jaw. I can see drops of sweat forming on his forehead, but my body is fully covered in it.

Just as I start to feel uncomfortable under his stare, he growls.

“Lick it clean.” My eyes widen in shock. “Turn that pretty ass to me and clean up the mess you made.”

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