Chapter 42 Ransom
RANSOM
Willow makes a noise against my mouth as I kiss her, a sound that’s both surrender and yearning at the same time, and her arms wind tighter around my shoulders.
She molds her soft, delicate body to mine, going onto her tiptoes to erase some of the height difference between us as her tits press against my chest.
I swear I can smell the wind in her hair from our bike ride, and I bury my fingers in the strands as my lips slant over hers. Seeing her with that bike helmet on and the Harley between her legs definitely belongs in the top five sexiest things I’ve ever witnessed in my life.
Like a fucking goddess of the open road.
I thought the Willow who was a good girl on the outside and a bad girl on the inside was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, but I was wrong about that. This is. Willow embracing who she is, being the bad girl I always knew she was.
It’s fucking addictive, and such a goddamned turn-on.
Even when our kiss breaks, I keep my lips hovering over hers, only a hairsbreadth separating us as I push her newly dark hair behind her ear.
“You have no idea how fucking sexy you are, do you?” I whisper. “How much you get me going with every little thing you do. My alluring little vixen.”
She grins, and I can feel it more than see it. “I thought I was your angel.”
“You can be both. You are both.”
My hands roam down her sides and over her ass, and she inhales sharply as I grab her thighs to scoop her up.
She wraps her legs around me immediately, clinging to my shoulders as her thighs clench my waist. I can feel the heat of her body through two layers of clothes, and the feel of her in my arms, so eager and willing, goes straight to my cock.
“You know, we’ve been out here for a while, pretty girl,” I murmur, dropping my head to nip at the soft skin of her throat. “We didn’t bring any snacks, and I’m fucking starving.”
She chuckles, and I can feel the vibrations of it beneath my lips. “Yeah? Too bad there’s nothing out here for you to eat.”
“Oh, but there is.” My grip on her ass tightens, hitching her against me so that her pussy grinds against my stomach. “You.”
She moans quietly, rolling her hips like she can’t help but chase the friction, and my cock goes rock hard in my pants, pressing painfully against my fly.
“Shit,” I groan, and then I’m moving.
I set Willow down so that she’s perched sideways on my bike and go for her pants, grinning when she lifts her hips to help me.
I get them down enough that they’re pooled around her ankles, and Willow toes her shoes off so that I can drag her jeans and panties off and toss them to the side.
Her top is still on, but I don’t have the patience to get her more naked than this.
Not when my body is thrumming with arousal, and she’s right there, wet and ready for me.
I drop to my knees on the gravel in front of her, spreading her legs wider as she braces her hands on the bike seat.
Her pussy lips are already wet and flushed, and I throw her legs over my shoulders and then bury my face between her thighs, letting my tongue seek out the taste of my favorite fucking meal.
Willow gasps as I start eating her out, squirming in place and clenching her thighs around my head.
“Someone could see us,” she pants, fisting a hand in my hair even as she speaks and dragging my face closer to her pussy. “They could—fuck—they could drive by.”
I glance up at her long enough to smirk. “They won’t. And even if they did, they’d never get the chance to tell anyone. I’d hunt them down and kill them, because no one gets to see you like this but me and my brothers.”
She moans, her head tipping back, and I go back to work, determined to make my girl come. I swirl my tongue around her folds, lapping at her as she gets wetter and wetter. When I move up to suck at her clit, she jerks against me, trying to muffle the noise of pleasure by biting down on her lip.
“Don’t be quiet, angel,” I mutter against her soaked flesh. “Let me hear you. Let the fucking birds and the trees hear you.”
She does exactly what I’m asking for, letting her mouth fall open on a cry as I find a spot she really likes. She’s so fucking responsive, and I keep going, taking my cues from her noises, working her up and tasting everything she has to give me until I can feel her thighs trembling in my grasp.
I press the flat of my tongue against her clit and lick hard, and she almost wails in pleasure, sending a flock of birds scattering from a nearby tree.
“That’s more like it,” I murmur as I work her through it. “Fuck, I love making you scream for me.”
Willow gasps for breath as I slowly detach her delicate fingers from my hair and get to my feet, wincing as the movement makes my pants press harder against my stiff cock.
The only thing that turns me on more than eating Willow out is fucking her, and even then, it’s a close second.
I could live off her pretty cunt for the rest of my life and die a happy man.
I didn’t mean for our lesson to get sidetracked like this, but watching her learn how to ride a bike was so damn hot I couldn’t help myself.
My cock is still pulsing angrily, demanding to get inside her tight, wet heat, so instead of helping her put her pants back on, I pick her up again.
Her legs go back around my waist, her arms over my shoulders.
“You’ve been doing such a good job today, pretty girl,” I tell her. “Your balance and control are getting so much better, I think we can level up a little. Do you trust me?”
She nods, her cheeks flushed.
“Good.” I grin and get on my bike, starting it up a second later.
The way the bike rumbles under us, and I can tell from the way Willow jumps that she can feel the vibrations. I can too.
“Remember when we did this before?” I murmur. “I let you hump my bike until you came all over it, riding the seat like you couldn’t get enough.” Her blush deepens, but she nods. “I was never jealous of my fucking bike before that day.”
Her laugh is breathy, and her fingertips slide through the hair at the nape of my neck, her nails scratching lightly at my scalp. “You don’t need to be jealous.”
“Maybe not. But I want my turn.”
Her brows draw together, a little line appearing between them as she looks at me quizzically. I reach up and take one of her hands, guiding it to my crotch. My cock throbs through my jeans, and Willow lets out a quiet whimper as her fingers tighten around me a little.
“Feel that? Feel how fucking hard I am for you?”
“Yeah,” she breathes back. “I can feel it.”
“Do you want my cock, angel?”
Willow nods, her eyes hooded. “Always.”
“Then take it out,” I tell her, revving the engine a little. “And then sit on it. I don’t want my bike to be the one getting you off this time. I want you to come on my dick while we ride.”
Her eyes flare wide, shock and desire flashing in them. I grin at her, lifting one eyebrow to show that I’m serious.
There’s a split second of hesitation, but it doesn’t last longer than that.
She really is a wild thing at heart, and I love helping her realize it.
Her hands fumble for my belt, and she undoes my pants quickly, shoving them down enough to free my shaft from my boxer briefs.
It’s a bit of an awkward maneuver, and I shift my weight a little on the seat to help her.
“There you go,” I murmur as she wraps her small hand around me, making my balls tighten. “You think you can ride me like this?”
Her chin dips in another little nod, her gaze laser focused on my dick as her fingers slide over the rounded silver of my piercings.
“Then climb on. I’ve got you.”
Willow adjusts her position, resting her heels on the seat behind me as she braces her arms on my shoulders to help her rise up and then sink down.
The head of my cock breaches her tight core, and I hiss through my teeth, cursing under my breath as she gets situated.
She feels so fucking good. So tight, so hot, so perfectly wet.
And judging by the way she moans, the thrill of this is doing the same thing for her that it’s doing for me.
“You know what to do,” I tell her, dragging my teeth over her earlobe before releasing the clutch. “Make yourself feel good.”
“Fuck. Ransom,” she whimpers, clinging to me tighter.
Pulling onto the road, I let the bike roll forward—not at my usual speed, but fast enough that Willow will notice.
When she starts to move, it’s hesitant at first, the same way she was when she was controlling her own motorcycle for the first time.
She’s shaky, like she’s afraid to move too much and make us crash.
The black tarmac passes by under us, and I shiver as she gives an experimental undulation of her hips, resisting the urge to buck up into her. Someone’s gotta keep this bike upright.
“That’s right, you’ve got it. Fuck, you’re so tight like this,” I say through gritted teeth. “You like the thrill, don’t you, pretty girl?”
I tighten my hands around the handlebars of the bike, then huff a laugh as I remember what I told her before about how to hold on. Not too loose, but not too tight either. Her pussy has my cock in a vise grip though, and damn, I’m not complaining.
“Don’t hold back,” I tell her. “I’ve got this. I’ll keep us on the road. You focus on getting yourself off. Because I wanna see that. I wanna see you fucking yourself on my cock like you can’t get enough.”
Willow moans, and I can hear the quiet sound even over the roar of the bike. She starts getting more confident, and even though she can’t get the leverage in this position to ride me hard, every small movement is enough to make us both groan.
A turn comes up, and I tilt us into it, groaning when moving my hips forward buries me even deeper in Willow’s pussy.
“Oh fuck,” she gasps. “Oh my god.”
“Does that feel good? Are you gonna come all over me?”
She nods frantically, her inner walls clenching around me, rippling all along the length of my shaft. She’s grinding hard against me, and I know she’s probably getting friction right on her clit.
“Tell me,” I urge. “Let me hear you.”
“God, you feel so good,” she breathes. “You’re so deep, and the vibrations are… fuck. You don’t need to be jealous of your bike. Ever. This is better. So much better. I can feel—”
She cuts off with a sharp gasp and grinds down even harder, like she’s just found a spot that she doesn’t want to let up from.
“What can you feel?” I pant, starving for more of her words. I fucking love when she lets go like this.
“You. You, you, you. Your cock. The piercings. I can feel all of it.”
Her arms are wrapped tight around my shoulders, her legs hugging my waist as her heels press against my ass. She tips her head back a little, and her luminous brown eyes are glassy with pleasure as the dark strands of her hair dance around her face.
“You’re so fucking good, angel,” I praise. “Come apart for me. I wanna feel it when you lose it and go all tight around my dick. I wanna fill you up with my cum while we’re on my bike.”
“Yes!” she nearly wails, and I can feel how close she’s getting.
I’m right there too. The pleasure is molten hot, building in my balls. It started off slow and gradual, but now it’s like a rising tide that won’t stop, stealing half my focus as my body responds to what she’s doing.
It’s a fight not to close my eyes and just fuck Willow hard and fast, and I suck in a breath, swerving a bit at the last second to avoid plowing into an embankment that causes a sudden turn in the road.
Willow doesn’t even seem to notice, and I get us back under control just in time for her to arch her back and cry out my name, the sound cutting through the quiet, still air. Her pussy clamps around me like it wants to milk my cock of everything it’s got, and that’s enough to set off my own orgasm.
“Shit,” I groan.
I skid to a stop, pulling the bike over to the side of the road and cutting the engine.
As soon as my hands aren’t needed on the handlebars anymore, they land on her hips, guiding her up and down on my cock.
I drag her down hard a few times, filling her up as deep as I can, and then blow my load inside her, choking out a rough grunt as I wrap my arms around her.
Willow clings to me, panting hard, and I rest my face in the crook of her neck. I can feel her heart racing and her body trembling, and it’s a point of pride to be the one who did that to her.
When she can finally breathe again, she pulls back, and I lift my head to look at her. Her eyes are bright with adrenaline, her cheeks flushed. She looks different with the dark hair, but it’s still her. She’s still beautiful and bold and brave, and I can’t get enough.
“You know,” she comments, “I think I’m really getting the hang of this riding thing.”
I burst out laughing, smacking her bare ass lightly with one hand.
“You definitely are.” Then I grimace, looking over my shoulder toward the road behind us. “We should probably head back. This road is pretty much deserted, but I don’t want to leave the other bike for too long.”
“More lessons before it gets dark?”
“You’re insatiable, aren’t you?” I tease.
Her expression turns more serious, the spark of happiness in her eyes turning to one of determination. “I just want to be ready. We’re so close, and I don’t want to fuck this up.”
I nod, reaching up to drag my knuckles along her jaw. We are close. But that doesn’t mean we’re safe yet.
I help her climb off my cock and clean up a little, then she clambers back onto the bike and I wheel it around, heading back to where we left hers.