39. Chapter 38
Chapter 38
Blake
Hunter’s bike isn’t fixed yet so he grabbed one of his spares from behind the back building and now it sits in front of us idling.
It looks comfortable enough, but am I truly going to fit on there with him? He is already a large man himself and I just don’t see where I am going to go.
He pulls me from my thoughts when he places a helmet on top of my head and pulls the chin straps closed. When he doesn’t put one on his head, I raise my brow. “What about yours?”
He chuckles and taps the top of my head. “I told you I don’t ride with a helmet on, Crash.”
“So then why do I have to?”
His gaze smolders for a fraction and I instinctively freeze. “Because,” he grumbles. “If something were to ever happen to you due to my negligence. I would never be able to forgive myself.”
The fierce gaze diminishes after a moment before he swings his leg over the bike and takes his seat. Then he holds out his hand to help me on.
I hesitate when I get closer to the bike. What if it falls over when I get on the back? What if I fall off the back? My thoughts begin to spiral but he calms them when he squeezes my hand. “Just swing your leg over and get into position. The bike’s not going anywhere.”
I blush and do my best to swing my thick thigh over the backside of the bike and then scoot until I am in the middle of the seat. He reaches behind him and taps both my legs that dangle, before assisting my feet to the footpegs. Then he grabs both of my hands and wraps them around his waist so that my chest is pressed against his back.
He leans over his shoulder and yells loud enough so I can hear him. “Hold on tight. And if you need to stop for any reason, tap my neck.” he motions where he wants me to tap.
“Okay,” I yell back.
He revs the engine one last time before taking off out of the driveway and pulling us out onto the road.
I tighten my arms around Hunter’s waist, holding on for dear life as the motorcycle rumbles beneath us. The vibration hums through my body.
As we pick up speed, the wind whips past us, tugging at the edges of my jacket, sending shivers of exhilaration down my spine. No wonder they like to ride all the time. It’s freeing.
I find myself trusting him on the bike the further we go and courage blooms within my chest. I want to feel free. I want to feel the wind against my face and through my hair. Slowly, one by one, I let go of his body and spread my arms out wide like a bird.
The wind whips past my skin and I can’t help but smile. It’s cool and gentle as it whispers sweet nothings in my ear.
The smell of the pine trees that surround us filter through my nose and I breathe in deeper, soaking in the scent.
I tilt my head back, letting the wind rush over my face. It feels like shedding the weight of the world, feeling only the raw, untamed joy of movement. It feels like floating. I let out a laugh and wrap my arms back around Hunter as he leans into a curve.
His abs flex under my touch and I can’t help but relish in the feel of them. I would love to sink my teeth into his skin and travel soft kisses up his stomach to his pecks. The thought of him beneath me makes me squeeze my thighs together and the rumble of the engine isn’t helping me with my now flushed skin.
He leans over his shoulder. “You okay back there?”
I quickly nod and then remember he can’t see me. “More than okay!” I yell back.
His chest rises and falls as if he is chuckling and I can’t help but smile.
Then, he twists the throttle and the bike responds instantly, roaring forward with a surge of speed that sends my stomach swooping. I gasp, but the shock quickly gives way to delighted laughter as I hold on tighter, pressing myself fully against him.
I love the way his body feels within my arms. And the warmth that is radiating off of him.
As we emerge from the trees, the view opens up again—this time, revealing the vast, endless stretch of wide open land as far as the eye can see. It is beautiful.
After a while, Hunter pulls off to the side of the road and kills the engine. He takes his cigs from his front vest pocket and holds one out to me, which I gladly take. Then he lights them both for us and gets off of the bike, and I follow suit.
He side eyes me as he takes a puff of his cig. “So what do you think so far?”
I smile. “I am having a really nice time.” take a puff of my cig and blow it away from him. I am having a great time actually, I don’t know why I only said a nice time.
He leans against his bike and spreads his legs wide. Then motions for me to come to him with the crook of his finger. “Come here.”
I take a step closer to him but it’s not close enough and he hooks his fingers in my belt loop and pulls me between his legs. I rest my hand on his shoulder to stop myself from crashing into him with the force of his pull and laugh.
He looks up at me with a sly grin before puffing on his cig one last time and then putting it out, pocketing the butt. Then he wraps both of his arms around my waist and secures me to him.
Quickly putting my cig out as well. I stand between his legs waiting for what is to come. I look past him toward to vast open space and smile. “It is really pretty out here.”
He nods. “This is one of my favorite places to ride through. It is quiet out here. Peaceful.”
I nod in agreement. He is not wrong. I don’t think I have seen another vehicle on this road for at least a few miles.
“Hey,” he whispers, grabbing my attention from the view behind him and when I look down, I am met with a gaze that could set my blood on fire.
I bite my lip. “Hi.”
Slowly, he reaches up and cups my cheek and brushes his thumb along my bottom lip. “I wish you wouldn’t do that.”
I release it with a plop and then gently lick my lip. “Why?”
He stares into my eyes for only a breath before inching me closer to him. “Because it makes me want to do this—” he pulls me down the rest of the way and presses his lips against mine and this time there is no fighting.
It is just us out here. Us and the open road. I whimper in his mouth as his grip tightens on my ass and I run my fingers through the back of his wind blown hair.
His kiss consumes me. It pulls me in so that I can’t feel anything other than where he touches me and allows me to feel. His lips on my lips. His hand on my cheek. His fingers digging into my ass.
Fuck I would let him take me right here if he just asked. If he told me to bend over this bike right now, I don’t think I would even hesitate.
He groans and then breaks the kiss. “Take off your pants.” he commands and I step back, and unbutton them without question. How does he want me?
Once my pants are around my ankles he motions toward my feet. “Kick them off, Crash.”
I scramble out of my pants until all I have on is my shirt. His eyes travel from my face down to my milky thighs before he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. Then he stands and pulls me toward him once more, pushing his lips on mine again.
This time though, he turns us so that my ass lands on the seat of his bike and after only a breath he sinks to his knees in front of me and hikes my leg on to his shoulder. “What are you—” my words die on my lips as he slips a finger inside my pussy and then leans in between my legs to flick his tongue across my clit. “Oh.”
“Fuck you taste like heaven.” he groans, lapping at me with fever.
I don’t know where to put my hands to steady myself so I slip one into his hair and hold him against me as I cry out in pleasure. “Hunter!” my legs tremble around him as my pleasure rises quickly, stealing my breath. But he doesn’t stop. He hooks his finger in just the right spot and massages me from the inside until I am squirming against him for more. I need more.
I can feel the pressure rising in my spine as my orgasm begins and I look down to see him watching me from between my legs and I come on the spot. I cry out as he laps and sucks, and finger fucks me harder until I beg him to stop.
Then with a coy smile, he rises and clasps both sides of my face before kissing me hard and fast, forcing me to taste myself from his lips. The mix of my sweet scent and the husky smell of his cologne just about does me in for a second time as I moan against his lips.
Once he is done having me clean him off he leans back and kisses my nose. “Am I a child now?” he smirks and I swat his arm.
“Yes you are a damn child.” I laugh. Headlights shine down the road and I gasp, attempting to shield myself from the car’s view.
Hunter kneels down in front of me and opens his vest so that all you could possibly see from around him is the top of my body which is thankfully covered. Once the car drives by and is out of sight, I poke the top of his head. “It’s gone.”
He gives me a wicked smile, releasing his vest and letting it fall to his side. “I know but, you taste to good to let you put your pants back on now.”
I laugh as he raises my leg again and begins to devour me.