Chapter Thirteen
Fallon
I nearly slipped up. I knew drinking alcohol around Luke would be a bad idea, but I'm having so much fun.
This needs to stay as a situationship; it can't go any further.
I will only end up hurting him. But more than that, I might end up hurting me.
And that is something I have never let happen. Not since the first time.
But with a man like Luke, I can see myself falling, hard. I just don’t know if that would be worth the risk of all the pain that comes with the fallout afterwards. God, I wish Maya were here. She would know what to do in that delusional little world she lives in. I need my best friend right now.
I have had one of the best dates I've possibly ever had tonight, and my silly brain had to go and throw a spanner in the works. But at least I get to go for a ride on a sexy bike with a sexy man. Actually, riding the sexy man sounds even better.
He doesn’t pass me the helmet this time.
Instead, he comes up to me and places it on my head, his fingers brushing against my neck before he leaves to retrieve his own.
Maybe it’s the fact that I'm slightly buzzed, but seeing him with that helmet, his outfit, his tattoos… I don’t know how much longer I can keep him at arm's length.
I follow his lead, sliding over the seat and settling down behind him.
I’m nowhere near as nervous as I was the first time.
I wrap my arms around his middle, but before he starts the engine, he grips the underside of my knees and yanks me forward so my body is now flush with his.
I have to lean back slightly, worried in case the moment we start to move, I head butt him with the helmet, but I don’t break the contact.
He feels so right in my arms. I can feel the muscles that I'm well accustomed to under my palms.
“Are you ready?” He calls back. “Our night isn’t over yet.”
“More than ready.”
And with that, the engine roars to life, and we're speeding out of the car park.
I could get used to this. Just as before, I love the feeling of the wind whipping past us as we fly through the streets.
It's such a bizarre feeling, being exhilarated and scared all at once.
My life is completely at his mercy right now, and funnily enough, I trust him with it.
If only I could trust him with my heart, too.
His foot is well and truly on the pedal now as he picks up speed.
I pull my arms tighter around him, probably half squishing him to death, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
I could get used to this. I feel his heart beating against my chest. It's comforting, the way he makes me feel more settled than I have in a very long time. But why?
I try to ignore the thoughts and feelings swimming around in my brain and just live in the moment.
The moment where there is one sexy arse man situated between my thighs, and my hands are in a position not very far from one of my favourite things about him.
Physically, of course. The urge to slide them down lower is torment to ignore, but I really don’t want to kill us both.
Within seconds of my mind taking the dangerous and dirty path it is on, he starts to slow down, turning up a country road.
There is no one around us, and the only reason we can see anything at all is from the headlight of his bike.
My vagina decides to take the wheel behind my motor functions, sliding my hands that little bit further south.
His body stiffens under my touch, and when I glance over his shoulder, his leather-bound fingers grip the handles even tighter.
I wish I could whisper something in his ear, to ask him if he wants me to stop, but he would never hear me over the sounds of the wind.
I dip my hand that little bit further to find his dick rock hard, straining against the zip of his trousers.
I palm him against the fabric, stroking him slowly.
I don’t know if it’s turning him on or me, but my underwear is soaked at the thought of what I'm doing.
The engine shakes the seat between my legs, the seam of my jeans rubbing me in the perfect place, making me need him all the more.
The road ahead is starting to become bumpier now, so with my better judgment, which isn’t the best on a normal day, I gently release him and start to wrap my arms around him again.
But his judgment is led by his other head.
His chest vibrates under my fingers as he growls, before he grabs my hand and places it back on his throbbing cock.
Holy shit.
He returns to driving with two hands, making a swift right turn to take us up a dirt path. All we’re surrounded by are trees, making it even darker without the night sky to light the way.
After what only feels like seconds, he pulls over, pushing down the stand, but he doesn’t move. His breaths are laboured against my chest, his hands still gripping the handles. We stay like that for a short while, until I finally remove my helmet.
“I’m sorry…” I begin to say, confused.
But before I finish what I was about to say, he swings his leg over and stands and removes his own helmet. He doesn’t say anything as he turns to face me. My eyes are wide, unsure of what the hell is happening. Maybe I had it all wrong, and he didn’t want me to touch him whilst he was driving?
Or maybe not.
He prowls towards me, as I swing my own leg over, but stay seated on the bike. He looks like a wet dream coming towards me like this, his helmet in hand, hanging by his side.
“That, was fucking torture,” he growls.
When he's close enough for me to touch, he drops down onto his knees in the dirt. His hands are hurried as he undoes the button of my jeans and yanks them down my legs, along with my underwear. I squeak as I inhale sharply. Who is this man? And who made it legal for him to be this fucking sexy?
I lean back, holding either side of the seat behind me for support. My pussy is bare in front of him. With confidence I didn’t know I had, I spread my legs further apart, and I bite down on my bottom lip.
“You're soaked,” he whispers, dipping his head closer to my centre.
He runs his tongue along the edge of my opening, teasing me. I jerk into him, the need becoming too much, but I can't look away from what he is doing to me. He has me hooked. Grinning against me, his eyes pin me in place as he licks me from back to front.
Fuck. That feels so fucking good.
Grabbing one of my legs, he throws it over his shoulder as he dives into me. Licking, sucking, nibbling every part of me. My eyes roll into the back of my head as he consumes all of me. I'm trying so hard to stop myself from screaming out, but the pleasure is all too much.
“Don’t hold back, baby. I want to hear what I do to you,” he demands. “There is no one around to hear you. Just me. And I want to hear you scream my name whilst my mouth is full of you.”
That’s all the consent I need to really let loose. He knows exactly what he's doing, playing me like a fucking fiddle. He adds a finger inside of me, and I cry out, cumming all over his hand. But he doesn’t let up, fucking me slowly with his mouth as I ride out the wave of my orgasm.
When I finally come back down to earth, I’m a panting mess covered in perspiration, even in this chilly night air.
But when I look up at him, a smug grin is firmly on his face.
He is standing in front of me now, his eyes trained on me, and his hands are making quick work of undoing his jeans.
Sucking in my bottom lip, my eyes widen at the size of him.
I mean, I know I have seen it before, but fuck me, I don’t remember him being so big.
“I want to be the one to bite that fucking lip of yours. You have been tormenting me with it all night,” he groans. “Now, be a good girl and sit up for me.”
I do as I'm told, sitting up straighter with my back to the handles.
I feel so exposed, with nothing but the flimsy material of my shirt covering my top half.
The insecurity soon leaves me when he swings a leg over the seat and faces me.
With one foot on the floor and the other on the peg, he lifts me by the waist and positions me on top of his cock, so that our chests are flush.
I can't hold back another second from finally kissing him.
Our mouths collide, his tongue clashing with mine, the taste of my arousal on his lips. My fingers thread through his hair, needing him close, my wetness helping me rock back and forth across his cock.
“Shit,” he pulls back and groans. “I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m clean and on the pill,” I say, not stopping as I leave kisses along his jawline. “Also, you are the last person I slept with.”
“Fuck, Fallon,” he groans some more. “You're the last person I was with, too.”
With his hands planted firmly on my hips, he drags my body back and forth along him. Leaning closer to his ear, I whisper.
“I need you, inside of me, now.”
I rise, taking him inside of me in one swift motion.
He lets out a breath through gritted teeth as my own body shivers at the fullness.
I don’t remember him feeling this big, but I'm not complaining.
The way my body stretches around him is a delicious sort of pain.
Slowly, with his hands on my arse now, I rock my hips along his length.
In this position, my clit hits that perfect angle, sending my brain into a spiral.
The thought of being out here in the open, where anyone could walk by, excites me even more.
How can something this bad feel this good?
With my fingers threaded through his hair, I angle his head back and kiss him deeply.
Already, my second orgasm is building; I won't last another minute at this rate. I never knew sex could feel like this.
I’m panting, our breathing mingling as one as we both teeter closer to the edge we’re dying to fall off. The moment his movements slow and deepen, I'm done for. I cry out, as he does the same. Our voices are the only things heard other than the leaves rustling around us.
When his orgasm subsides, his eyes are wide and locked on mine.
“Where the hell have you been hiding, Fallon?”
And after what I've just experienced, I don’t think I can hide any longer.