13. Chapter Thirteen #3
“I really didn’t bring you up here for this. I thought maybe we could sit on the ledge, watch the water for a while. Get to know each other.”
“We can still do that. After you fuck me, on this bike,” I murmured softly, leaving wet open-mouthed kisses down his jaw and neck.
“Fucking hell, Little Dreamer.” He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulled me down on his denim covered cock and ground against my core.
“I should have worn a skirt.”
He chuckled low in his throat, “As hot as that is, it’s not fucking safe. And if you’re riding with us, you’re gonna ride safe.”
I twisted my hips and thrusted them up, grinding on him.
“Fuck baby.” He groaned and yanked my pants down.
I shifted and helped him, lifting my ass and propping my foot off the back seat behind him so I could slide backwards on the gas tank, giving him more room to work. I bent my knees so he was able to pull my jeans down—until they got stuck on my combat boots. “Fuck!”
Nico laughed and stood up with me in his arms. He set me back on my feet before he turned me around and roughly pushed between my shoulder blades, shoving my chest down onto the bike.
I moaned loudly at the rough treatment, my core clenching as the need to get fucked rolled through me. I heard his belt jingle, then a moment later the blunt head of his cock nudged at my entrance, before he was gripping my hips tightly, and slamming home in one fucking stroke.
My back arched and I cried out, feeling the burn of his cock stretching me. He didn’t give me time to get used to him either, he grabbed a fistful of my hair with one hand, while the other dug into my hips. He set a brutal and bruising pace, our bodies clapping together loudly with each thrust.
All I could do was hold on and arch my back as he fucked me hard against the motorcycle. A chill ran down my spine at the thought that anyone might be able to see us, watch me being used so thoroughly, and the idea turned me on.
They had mentioned their own checklists and a quiz they wanted me to take, but I still hadn’t gotten anything from them. I had started on my own research though, and everything I had already read had turned me on immensely. I was so ready to learn whatever they wanted to teach me.
Moaning and panting, I held onto the motorcycle as best I could as Nico ravaged her pussy.
“Oh fuck.” I gasped, feeling my climax building quickly.
A keening wail broke out of me as my pleasure rose and my orgasm tore out of me.
My pussy clenched down on Nico’s cock and my body went ridged, before I shuddered with pleasure and moaned loudly again.
“Fucking hell,” Nico grunted. He tried to fuck me through it, but I was clenching him too tightly. He held me tightly through it, and when I finally calmed down, he resumed thrusting, slowly this time, giving me a few moments to adjust to the sensitivity.
Boneless, I was draped over the bike as Nico let go of my hair and grabbed both of my hips.
His slow, deep, thrusts pulled a moan out of me with every thrust. When his thrusts came hard and faster, he let a low groan, and I knew he was close.
I swiveled my hips and he swore, his knees shaking before he groaned deep in his chest and exploded inside of me.
We stood there, braced over the bike, catching our breaths for a long time.
I felt like every time I slept with one of my guys, I had a life shattering orgasm that changed everything I knew about myself and sex.
If this was a taste of what they had in store for me once we started digging into the BDSM lifestyle that they enjoyed, I could only imagine what the sex and orgasms would be like going forward.
Eventually Nico slowly pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty and messy.
My juices were sliding down my thighs, mixed with his cum as it slowly leaked out of me.
He slid his fingers through my folds and pushed his cum back inside of me.
He growled low, his voice deep, right next to my ear.
“You’ll keep that inside you, if you know what’s good for you. ”
A shiver ran down my spine at his implied words. My pussy clenched, already feeling the need to be fucked again.
Nico did up his own jeans, before he pulled up my thong, pulling the strings higher than they needed to go, up over my hip bones, so the string was taut through my folds, rubbing at my wet and swollen flesh. I cried out, trying to shift away from him.
A sharp smack landed on her bare ass cheek, and I yelped.
“Be a good girl. You’ll wear the thong as I put it.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied softly, my heart beating wildly.
Nico pulled up my faux leather pants next, but my thong was well above the hem. I moaned as the fake material rubbed over my damp skin. I prayed to God I didn’t have to walk much tonight, or I’d end up completely chaffed.
Nico pulled a bottle of water out of one of the back saddle bags on his bike and handed it to me. I cracked the seal and took a long drink of the cool water before I handed it to him. He took a sip and then nodded toward the cliffs. “Let’s sit.”
I took his hand and let him lead the way.
Once we were seated with my body cradled between his legs and my back against his chest, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled out his phone with his other hand.
I watched the waves crest over Quinnlyn Beach down below.
The view from Dead Man’s Bluff was amazing, there was hardly any light pollution around us, so the stars were breathtaking.
“I’m sending you the kink check list the three of us use, and a questionnaire.
I’ll also send you the link to the online quiz we found.
It’s a pretty good way of determining where your limits lie, and learning about yourself.
” Nico’s voice was soft in my ear and it sent shivers down my spine.
For as much as I thought he was easy going and fun, I was also learning he was very dominate and sensual.
“Have you guys done this a lot?”
He sighed and his arm wrapped around me tighter. “We’re accustomed to BDSM ourselves, from our own past relationships. We’ve shared women in the past, mostly one-night stands, and always incorporated D and S. It makes it easier to keep emotions out of it.”
I thought about his words for a minute, sitting quietly. “Have you guys ever dated someone together, before? Like you plan to with me?”
He set his phone down and wrapped his other arm around my waist, pulling me backwards against him even tighter. “There was one girl. It only lasted three months. She ended up meeting someone else, though.”
“She cheated?”
Nico nodded.
I sighed and laced my fingers through his. “How long ago was this? ”
“We were probably nineteen or twenty? So it was nine or ten years ago. It doesn’t matter; she wasn’t anyone we saw ourselves with long term.”
“How old are you guys?” I laughed, realizing it never came up before. Kara had told me Marcos age at one point, but I had forgotten, ’cause it hadn’t mattered.
“Twenty-nine.” Nico chuckled and nuzzled my neck. “You worried you’re dating a group of old men?”
Laughing, I shrugged and nuzzled him back, rubbing my cheek against his. “Nah, seven years isn’t bad.”
“Tomorrow, I want you to print out the documents I sent you. Take the online quiz, then print out the documents and fill them out. Take your time, research things if you don’t know about them.
Really decide if something on there is too far out of your comfort zone, or if you’re unsure.
Even if you’re unsure about something, and you end up not liking it later, we can always talk about things. ”
I smiled softly as my heart pounded in my chest. I loved how understanding and gentle he was. “Alright.”
He pressed a kiss to my neck. “You’re already so good, Little Dreamer.”
“I like that you call me that.”
He hummed and kissed me again.