33. Wolf
“You rode your bike to an MMA fight? What if you were hurt?” Serena doesn’t hide the incredulity in her voice, and I laugh at her disbelief.
“I knew I’d be fine.”
“That is the worst explanation for idiotic behavior. You can’t know that, especially not when your sole purpose was to hit and be hit.” I shrug, handing her the spare helmet. She huffs but slides it over her head and secures the chin strap. She grabs onto my shoulder as she slides behind me, molding her front to my back and circling her arms around my waist. The heat from her body seeps into my back, and the hard-on I get from the feel of her delicate hands around my body is embarrassing.
Reaching for her hands, I squeeze them before donning my helmet and easing the bike out of the lot. Her grip tightens on my abdomen when I start to pick up speed, driving us deeper into the pine barrens as we edge toward central Jersey. The further I drive, the harder she grips me, and the more convinced I am that I’m not going to make it home before the need to fuck her becomes unbearable. After a fight, I’m always riddled with adrenaline and a need that was usually slaked by whatever woman I was seeing or a random hook-up at a bar or party afterward. But there is something about knowing Serena was in the seats for me that makes the lust harder than normal to control.
The event center where the fight was held is an hour away from my house and forty minutes from Marymount University and Serena’s apartment, a drive through the Pinelands of New Jersey. When I was younger and first got my driver’s license, Trent and I used to explore the woods over here, hunting for the fabled Jersey Devil and swearing that the old cabin foundations we’d come across belonged to Mother Leeds.
Now, I’m jaded enough to realize that the stories and sightings were probably nothing more than a lone sighting of a great blue heron, but something about the drive through the desolate pines is eerie yet seductive. Making a quick decision, I drive onto the shoulder and then onto a path that’s obscured from the road and bring the bike a few yards into the tree line, where I know that no passing cars can see. Switching off the engine, I engage the kickstand and let the sound of the woods fill the air as I unlatch my helmet and stand from the bike.
“What are we doing here?”
I respond by unclipping her helmet and hanging it next to mine on the handlebar. Reaching for her, I lift her off the seat and guide her legs around my waist, securing them by locking her ankles behind me. Maneuvering my leg back over the seat, I sit with Serena straddling my lap and holding on to me for dear life.
“Wolf?”
“Princess, I’m fucking high on adrenaline—the natural kind—and don’t think I can go another minute before sinking into your cunt.” Snaking my hand between our bodies, I pop the button on her jeans and reach my hand inside, pleased as shit to find her panties soaked and the jeans loose enough to allow my hand and wrist to fit inside comfortably. Even without sight, my fingers find her clit immediately, like a beacon calling to them, and strum the nerves once, twice, before moving down to sink into her pussy.
Serena’s answering moans fuel me, and I lean forward, burying my head in the curve of her neck, lapping at the spot where her shoulder and neck meet. Using my free hand to lower the shoulders of her jacket, I slowly expose her skin, which seems to glow in the moonlight.
“Fucking beautiful,” I murmur. Biting down on the skin, I mimic the speed of my fingers with my mouth, pressing open-mouthed kisses against her flesh until I feel her body grind against my fingers.
“That’s right, princess, fuck my fingers.” I push into her harder, curling my fingers and rubbing against her inner walls. Her hips gyrate faster, grinding her pussy against my hand like she’d die without my fingers inside her. “You’re so fucking wet, Serena. I can’t wait to feel you come around my cock.” I stuff a third finger inside, stretching her in preparation for my cock.
“You want to come, princess?”
“Wolf, please.”
Leaning down, I capture her mouth, drawing her in for a hungry kiss before leaning back. “Tell me how fucking bad you want it, Serena. Tell me how badly you want me to stuff my fat cock inside you, how much you need to come all over my dick. Let me hear you say it.”
“Please. Faster.” Chuckling to myself, I pull out, keeping my fingers hooked to catch her wetness. Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I lick her juices off my hand and feel like a goddamn king when I hear her whimpering protests from my retreat.
“That wasn’t what I wanted to hear, princess.” With my clean hand, I grasp the base of her neck, letting my fingers glide through her short blonde strands, and drag her head back. Exposing her throat, I trail my tongue from her jaw down to her clavicle, devoting attention to each inch of exposed skin.
“Take my cock out,” I murmur against her shoulder. With deft hands, Serena reaches for me, unzipping my jeans and reaching inside to pull me out. Her hands flutter around my shaft, and I have to bite my lip to keep from coming from her light touch. Working my way back over her collarbone, up her neck, and to her mouth, I capture her bottom lip, grasping it lightly between my teeth. Her hands move faster, spreading the precum all over my cock as she jerks me off with both hands. “Fuck,” I groan against her mouth, releasing her lip before working my tongue inside to tangle against hers. I lick into her, fucking her mouth with the same all-consuming focus I’d eat her pussy.
Breaking away, I shake my head to clear my thoughts. “There’s a condom in my wallet.” She pretends not to hear me, or maybe she’s so focused on my cock that she’s unable to comprehend anything else. Releasing my hold on her neck, I still her hands, stopping her movements until we’re both cradling my dick in our hands. “Princess, grab the wallet out of my pocket and get the condom. I want to watch you roll it on me.”
She swallows, the sound audible in the otherwise quiet night. Tomorrow, I’ll thank God that no cars or other riders have gone down this stretch of highway since we detoured, but now, all I care about is getting inside Serena.
Like the good girl she is, Serena reaches a hand inside my pocket and pulls out my wallet, quickly finding the condom and returning the leather binding inside my jeans. With shaking hands, she rips the foil and discards the packet into my pocket. Lowering her hands, I help her by grabbing the base and tilting it forward, away from my stomach. Her fingers are unsteady and slow as she places the latex on the tip and rolls it down, and fuck me, why is that a turn-on? When it’s finally secure, she rips her hands away and places them on my shoulders as though she’s trying to get off my lap.
“What are you doing?”
She stutters in her movements, confusion crossing her features. “I need to take my pants off, don’t I?” Unwilling to delay, I slam her hips back down until her ass hits my thighs.
Pinching the fabric, I test the durability of the denim and ask, “Do you have an emotional attachment to these jeans?” The quick shake of her head is all the encouragement I need to grab each side of her zipper and pull until the sound of denim ripping fills the quiet night. “Ride my cock, princess. I’m not going to last long.”
“Did you—did you just rip my fucking pants?”
“Yes.” I guide her hips forward, positioning her until the head of my cock is sheathed inside her cunt. “Fuck,” I groan, pulling her body slowly until I’m buried inside of her. Serena’s body is ready for me, stretched to accommodate my size, and I slide into her with little resistance. Shifting the hand between us, I move from the base of my cock to her clit, strumming the nerves until she starts to move against me, grinding back and forth in a rhythm that pulls my cock out an inch before disappearing back inside.
“Just like that, princess. Ride my cock.” I punctuate my words by moving a freehand around her hips, slapping her ass at the same time she pulls me back inside. Her answering moan is sinful, telling me everything I need to know about how much she likes pain on the side of her pleasure, and I do it again, wishing that I could see the handprint I’m leaving on her ass as I split her apart.
“Wolf, I’m coming. Oh my God,” she whispers, tossing her head back as the orgasm overtakes her.
I feel feral, and it’s the only excuse I have when I grab her face and press her lips up to mine, drinking in her moans and cries like an elixir meant to give me life. My possession causes another wave to hit Serena, jolting her body forward and squeezing my cock until I explode inside her, wishing that my cum was painting the inside walls of her pussy.
I ease my mouth off of her, though I keep my lips hovering about hers. “We need to go, Serena.” With each word, my lips brush against hers.
Serena licks her lips, licking mine, too, thanks to our proximity. “How am I supposed to ride on this thing with crotchless pants?”
Smirking, I glance down at her torn jeans and the bright pink thong concealing her pussy. “You’ll be pressed against me, and the jacket will cover it.”
She shakes her head and sighs, tugging her jacket over her shoulders. “You owe me a pair of pants.”
“Hey,” I start, cupping her cheek to tilt her face up. “Thank you for coming tonight.”
The annoyed expression melts off her face, and she offers a tiny smile. “You’re welcome, though I never need to see you beat someone else ever again.” Casting her eyes down, she looks at the hand resting in her lap. “How are your hands? Do you need to ice them or something?”
“They’re fine. But I’m happy that I won’t be in the octagon again.” Lifting her off my lap, I swing my leg off the bike and stand, depositing her back on the seat as soon as my feet hit the ground. Yanking off the condom, I tie it off and shove it in my front pocket to dispose of later and pull my jeans up. Grabbing our helmets, I hold one out to her and watch her slip it over her head and fasten the chin strap. Securing my helmet, I get on the bike and wait for her to wrap her arms around me before reversing out of the woods and back onto the highway.