16. Riding the Bike & the Biker
Riding the Bike the Biker
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S e v e n
While listening to Eli and Emerson talk downstairs, I stand at the top of the hall, rolling my morning blunt. Hearing how broken Emerson is and how worried her brother is crushes me on the inside, but I know they can both overcome it.
I roll the weed into the wrap, lick the edge, and fold it over, making it nice and tight. I tuck the blunt behind my ear and quietly descend the stairs, barely missing Eli on the way in.
Like every other morning, I make a cup of coffee and take it out to the back porch, where Emerson is hunched over the railing, staring at the ocean below. My hungry eyes sweep over her juicy ass as I walk up behind her, stopping only feet away.
Clearing my throat and attempting not to startle her, I watch as she gradually stiffens her body and turns around, meeting my smiling face with a nervous grin.
"I figured you were sleeping." She bats her eyes and moves her head, beckoning me to come closer.
So I do.
"I was, but once the sun is up, so am I." Standing beside her, I playfully nudge her arm with mine, and she instantly relaxes in my presence.
I slide the blunt out from behind my ear, light it, and take a rip, holding the smoke in my lungs while she watches. As she goes to speak, I grab her chin between my thumb and pointer finger and press my lips against hers, blowing the thick smoke out of my lungs and deep into hers.
Then she kisses me, wielding her tongue as a weapon with each lash, brush, and stroke she makes against mine.
The fire between us grows brighter and hotter with every passing moment, and I feel a deep, stirring passion rising within me. We pull away, breathless, and I look into her eyes, noticing the turmoil and sadness that still linger. I know I can't fix everything for her, but in this moment, I want to give her some respite from the storm.
"So, how did your night with Kane go?" I ask in a deep tone, watching my words make her body shudder.
"It was... interesting. I had fun," she chuckles, giving me a knowing look that answers every single question I was going to ask her.
"Good, then today you're all mine, aren't you, Princess?" I take another hit off the blunt and expel the smoke into the air, the sun blinding my vision.
"I was going to ask if you wanted to join me on a ride anyway." She takes the blunt from me and hits it, my gaze drawn to her lips and how they seal around the wrap.
"Are you talking about a ride on the bike or the biker?" I wink, inching closer until our chests touch, longing to reach out and hold her.
"Both." She smirks, handing the blunt back to me, taking it upon herself to give me a shotgun this time.
She grabs the back of my neck and pulls my head down, our lips touching as she blows smoke from her mouth into mine. She slips her hand underneath my shirt and runs her nails down my stomach, sensually tracing over my muscles. I groan into her mouth, refusing to pull away until I have tasted as much of her as possible.
But we both know that we have to get ready for the day, as much as we'd rather stay in this moment forever. Pulling away from her, I take a deep breath and smile. "Let's go for a ride then, Princess. I'm all yours today."
Nothing but the hum of our bikes in my ears, the vibrations of the motor piercing my bones, and the warm wind slapping roughly against my body consume me as Emerson and I ride down the strip by ourselves. Every time I squeeze the throttle, she does the same, bringing her bike closer to mine until we are zipping down the nearly empty street in unison. Even with her helmet obscuring her beautiful face, I can tell she's smiling every time I look at her.
I shift gears and rev the engine, slipping in front of her to guide her down a winding backroad away from prying eyes. She stays on my tail, matching every swerve and wheelie I manage to pull off, making me even prouder.
I can feel her energy matching mine, and for that moment, nothing else matters. We are a force to be reckoned with, and the freedom of the open road is ours to conquer. As we round a bend, I notice a hidden path leading into the woods and decide without hesitation to take it.
The overgrown trail is rough and bumpy, but we push on, the rush of adventure coursing through our veins. The canopy of trees overhead casts dappled shadows on the ground, and for a brief moment, it feels as if we have left the world behind. We ride deeper into the forest, our bikes kicking up dirt and leaves along the way.
Finally, we emerge into a small clearing, with the sun shining through the leaves and bathing everything in a warm golden light. I turned off the engine and set my bike on its kickstand, taking in the peaceful stillness of the woods. Emerson does the same, and for a moment, we just stand there, taking it all in.
"Thank you for this," she says, her tone soft and earnest.
I smile, knowing that this is only the beginning of our adventure together. "Anytime," I reply, and in that moment, I realize that this is exactly where I'm meant to be.
She removes her helmet and places it on the seat of her bike, gradually coming around to my side. As I remove my helmet, she moves closer, backing me up until my ass hits the seat of my bike.
"What's on your mind, Princess?" I raise my brow and grab her hips, pressing my fingers into her thick waist.
"Do you really need to ask, Seven?" A whisper escapes her lips as she leans in closer, placing her mouth against the side of my neck.
As she sinks her teeth into my flesh and moves her tongue around the area, I shiver against her, my hands sneaking around to her ass and cupping it.
"So, you rode the bike," I grunt, reaching up to grab her throat and pulling her mouth away from my neck. "How about riding the biker now?"
Before I can react, she grabs my waist and pushes me to the ground, straddling me as if I were her bike, which she was about to mount. Pulling her top over her head, I reach around to her back with one hand, unclasping her bra and removing it from her arms. Her tits bounce freely, and the glistening piercings in her nipples make my mouth water.
"Stand up and take your pants off," I demand, removing my clothes the moment she gets to her feet.
I watch as she strips naked, leaving only her pearl necklace on. She licks her lips as her gaze shifts to my cock, the clear beads of moisture around the tip shining in the sun.
"Good girl. Now get back down here and show me how fucking good you are at riding the biker."
She laughs and climbs back onto me, rubbing her warm, wet cunt directly against my cock. "You know how good I ride," she teases, raking her nails down my chest and guiding my cock inside her.
"Fucking prove it then, Princess." I wink, thrusting my hips to meet her cunt as she slams down on me.
I reach up and twist her pearl necklace, choking the shit out of her while she bounces up and down on my cock, her gaze never leaving mine. Her perky, supple tits bounce wildly, begging to be grabbed and sucked on. Pulling her down against me, I suck a nipple into my mouth, nipping and licking hungrily while holding a firm grip on the twisted string of pearls that serves as a choker around her delicate neck.
She rocks and grinds against me, making my cock throb while buried deep in her warm pussy, like a blanket I never want to be out of.
"Seven," she says quietly, her pretty blue eyes rolling back in her head as I thrust my hips to match her rhythm, sinking deeper and deeper into her forbidden cunt.
"What, Princess?" I tighten the pearls, watching her veins pop even more.
But she keeps riding, arching her back to chase my cock, using her knees methodically, and sliding up and down on it in perfect harmony.
"I love you," she whispers again, her eyes closed, as if she is afraid of my reaction to her confession.
I knew she loved me; I just needed her to say so.
"I love you, too, Emerson." I smile and stare at her, waiting for her eyes to open.
The sun sets behind the trees, and we become one with the wild, exploring each other in the golden light. Our passion and desire fuel our every move as we continue to ride the waves of ecstasy deep into the heart of the forest. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, just like our bikes on the open road.
A shy smile spreads across her lips as her eyes finally flutter open, her movements becoming slower as her pussy clenches around me. I let go of her pearls so she can breathe and lift her off of my cock. Getting to my feet, I pull her up, already missing her dripping cunt.
"What ar—"
Cutting her off, I roughly spin her around and bend her over the seat of my bike, kicking her legs open with my foot.
"Don't worry, I'm going to make sure you come." I spit on my hand and wipe it against her pussy before slipping my cock back inside her.
She gasps, digging her nails into the leather seat and pushing her ass against me. I wrap her hair around my hand and yank it, craning her neck backward as I pound into her with relentless, deep strokes, the sound of slapping skin satisfying my every desire.
"Come for me, Princess," I groan, my balls full and slapping against her ass as I pound into her so deeply she can feel my cock in her guts.
As I feel her wetness soak my cock, I groan and let go of her hair, clutching her hips to bring her back to me. Emerson's moans and whimpers reverberate through the forest as I push her to the brink of pleasure, the sun casting an ethereal glow on her gleaming body. She pants and shivers as I repeatedly hit that sweet spot, and I revel in the pure ecstasy of seeing her fall apart beneath me.
Feeling her walls pulsing around my cock, I lean over and bury my face in the crook of her neck, trembling from the intensity of our release. My cum spills into her, spurt after spurt, coating her insides in white. Her loud moans echo. Her entire body shakes uncontrollably. Her pussy grips my cock like a vice, but I smash through the tightening barrier, fucking her with fast, deep strokes that send us both over the edge at the same time.
We stood there for a moment, she still leaning over my bike, and we both tried to catch our breath in the fading light.
As the moonlight begins to shine through the trees, I pull her close to me and press soft, lingering kisses all over her flushed skin. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close, silently promising her that this is only the beginning of our wild and untamed love story.
After getting dressed and concealing the bites and bruises left on our bodies by one another, we sit on the grass and stare at the water, passing a blunt back and forth.
"So, what the fuck are we going to do about your brother?"