Chapter Twenty
Harshal
Putting on clothes and meeting the cab inner city we take it back to Wraith’s family’s home.
He told me to put on black clothing so we won’t be seen in the dark so I did exactly that, not wanting to blow our cover.
It’s kind of a lengthy ride but I guess the whole purpose of going into hiding is being very far away from human life.
My leg brushes against Wraith’s and sparks ignite inside me.
I bite my lip as I look out the window, letting the sparks fly, soaking in the feeling of warmth, buzzing, excitement, nervousness, and fiery tingles they give me.
Soon I feel Wraiths hand fall on my thigh and he squeezes it, I suppress a moan and I begin to feel the heat from his palm seep through my pants.
His hand slowly slides up and cups my manhood. I have an instant reaction, my penis beginning to harden underneath his touch. My head snaps in his direction, my hand finding his wrist. He pauses and I lean to whisper in his ear.
“Stop, we’re in a cab.”
He shrugs as if that fact doesn’t matter. “So?”
“We can’t—you can’t—move your hand.” I whisper, beginning to get a little flustered.
He pulls back and looks me in the eyes before his lips connect with mine, taking me by surprise.
“Mm.” I moan into his mouth.
He devours my mouth, his tongue tangling with my own and it sets a warm, cozy fire inside me. His hand on my manhood slides up and claws at my shirt. He gets his hand underneath my shirt and runs it up my smooth stomach. I’m not muscular whatsoever but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“You’re so fucking soft, like a marshmallow.” He mumbles against my lips before going back to devouring them.
He feels my body and his touch makes goosebumps rise on my skin.
Breaking the kiss he leaves a trail of kisses along my jawline and down my neck.
A moan escapes my lips and I quickly cover my mouth.
The driver looks at me through the rearview mirror.
He looks uncomfortable, if the way he awkwardly shifts in his seat and the frown of uncertainty on his face is anything to go by, and I feel myself blushing.
“Wraith.” I call.
“Hm?” he asks his voice husky and it turns me on more than I’d like to admit.
“The driver—we’re making him uncomfortable.” I state.
Pulling out a couple dollars he throws it over the drivers shoulder.
“He doesn’t mind now.” Wraith says, his hand going to my chest.
I shake my head, but I quickly gasp when he pinches my nipple.
“Fucking fuck.” I whisper, embarrassed that I can hear the lust in my own voice.
He twists my nipple and I arch my back.
“I fucking love your body.” He says.
That takes me by surprise. Wraith is no small male, he’s a guy with unbelievable muscles, pecs, abs, sometimes his clothes have a hard time containing his muscles.
So one would expect a hot man like him would like someone with abs or an athletic body, not someone like me with a flat, smooth stomach, basically a body that isn’t worked out like his.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because it’s so smooth, squishy, and...”
He lifts my shirt and I feel his teeth dig into my flesh.
“Oh shit.” I gasp.
“Bitable.” He finishes with that devious, sexy smirk of his.
“Sorry to interrupt but we’ve arrived at your destination.” The driver announces.
He holds up the money Wraith threw over his shoulder.
“And I didn’t see or hear anything.”
“Good.” Wraith growls, sliding out the backseat.
He walks around the car while I try not burn with embarrassment and opens my door. Offering his hand he pulls me out of the car and shuts the door.
“Told you he wouldn’t mind.” Wraith whispers in my ear.
I look up at his tall, six-foot five frame as he walks up the driveway of his home, fuck can you really die of embarrassment? The driveway is littered with bikes under grey coverings.
“How will you know which one is yours?” I ask.
“By uncovering them until I find mine.” He answers, lifting a covering.
It’s a fiery red bike and he shakes his head before covering it back and I watch his muscles move underneath his skintight shirt as he moves about the driveway, trying to find his motorcycle.
His tattoos even look animated with every flex of his muscles and I bite my lip, shamelessly checking him out.
“Keep looking at me like that and I may just have to fuck you like my good little slut right here in this driveway.” He says over his shoulder.
I swallow past the lump in my throat and he pulls the cover off the motorcycle at the very end of the driveway. It’s a grey motorcycle with the gangs symbol on the side of it.
“There he is.” He smiles.
He grabs the key that is taped to the back seat before heading to the front door of the house.
I follow him to his bedroom. He goes to his closet and pulls out two helmets.
One a pretty grey, almost silver color with his name written in big cursive letters on one side and his biker nickname on the other side in the same big letters. He hands the helmet to me.
“This looks brand new.” I state.
“That’s because I’ve never worn it.” He says, putting his helmet on.
It’s black with a white outline of a dark angel on it with gorgeous black wings that are spread in all their glory.
“So why did you hand it to me?” I ask.
“Because I want you to be the first to wear my special edition helmet.” He replies, reaching for it.
He takes it from my grasp and places it on my head, messing with it until it fits snuggly on my head.
“Fucking beautiful.” He mumbles.
He then takes my hand and we head back downstairs to his brand-new motorcycle. Hopping on he pats the seat behind him.
“Come on, Grey Eyes.” He says, bringing the bike to life.
Stepping up behind him I get on the bike and wrap my arms around his waist. His hand envelopes mine and he squeezes before pulling out the driveway.
“Fuck yeah, it purrs perfectly.” He mumbles before zooming down the road.
My butt immediately slides back and I hold on to him tighter, my head crushed to his back.
“Woo-hoo!” he shouts as the world passes by in a blur. “Freedom baby!”
I chuckle as the adrenaline starts to kick in for me. Raising my head I smile before it turns into a laugh. This is fun, going over the speed limit in the almost completely empty streets.
“How you feeling back there Grey Eyes?” he asks when we slow to a red light.
“Great!” I smile.
He chuckles. “Fantastic Beautiful.”
My heart warms at that nickname. Beautiful... some may think it’s odd for another guy to call a guy beautiful but it’s kind of hot. But I prefer him calling me Grey Eyes, it’s a nickname he designed for me... personally and who doesn’t love a personal nickname?!
Lightening forks the sky before a big boom sounds. Wraith looks up and curses,
“Fuck me man.”
As soon as he says that rain begins to pour down. I laugh as he shakes his head.
“Monsoon storms in Arizona!” I shout.
The light turns green and he zooms off. The raindrops on my skin feel so good and refreshing but it also makes me hot and bothered because it makes Wraith’s already tight shirt become more of a second skin on his body.
It’s almost like he should just ditch the shirt altogether and drive shirtless.
I smirk as a devious idea pops in my head.
Holding on tighter to him I let my hand begin to rub up and down his abs.
His breathing falters and I take that opportunity to use my other hand to snake down to his joggers.
My fingers sneak inside his joggers to find his manhood nestled in his boxers.
I open my palm and rub it, letting my wet palm stroke him through the fabric, without wrapping my entire hand around his dick. He groans and swerves slightly.
“Pay attention to the road.” I smile.
“It’s kind of hard when I have a sexy backpack trying to get me off.” He says, switching lanes, passing a slow driving car. “Fuck!”
I wish I weren’t wearing a helmet right now because I’d love to lick his neck and tease him. Using my other hand I find his pec and message it.
“Fuck you’re good with your damn hands.” He groans, turning a corner.
My finger then finds his nipple and I pinch it.
He shakes his head, trying to stay focused on the road.
“Fuck you, Grey Eyes!” He grumbles.
“I’m just repaying the favor... you know from when we were in the cab.” I shrug. “And you’ve already fucked me... unless you want to do it again.”
“Is that an invitation?” he asks. “Because I can pull over and fuck you on my brand-new bike, make you mark it with your sticky bodily fluids.”
I bite my lip at the idea of Wraith fucking me on his new bike and making me cum on it. It’s a fucking hot visual in my head, I guess the imagination is better than watching pornography.
“The rain would just wash my mark away.” I point out.
He chuckles.
“Yeah, you’re probably right so maybe I’ll fuck you on it another time.” He says.
As we ride I watch the rain fall on the ground and my throat becomes dry. Deciding to stop teasing him, I thread my fingers together and just ride before saying,
“I’m thirsty.”
“There’s a gas station up the way, you want to go there?” he asks.
“Yes, please.” I respond.
He nods before tucking himself on the bike and zooming down the road with me plastered to his back, the rain acting like temporary glue. When we get to the gas station he kills the engine next to a gas pump and I raise up, getting off the bike.
“Here, get whatever you want.” He says, handing me a hundred-dollar bill.
“Where are you getting all this money?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Vegas trip.”