19. Valerie
“You’re all sharks,” Brady says as we step outside. Each of us girls beat the boys at pool, and they aren’t happy about it.
”We won, fair and square,” I tell him.
“Yeah, don’t blame us because you don’t know how to handle a stick,” Simone quips.
“Alright, time to go,” AJ says, breaking up the debate as we walk out into the cool night air.
“Party pooper.” I pout, and he squeezes my waist where his hand has rested all night. I have enjoyed myself here at Jordie’s. It isn’t a place I ever thought I would come to, but AJ is taking me out of my comfort zone more and more. I love it.
“Give Simone your keys,” he growls, and I look up at him and frown.
“I can drive. I only had one beer,” I tell him, seeing his eyes shimmer with something that looks like adoration.
“I know you can, but I want to drive you home on my bike.” My frown lifts into a small smile. We have been together all night. If anyone was to look at us, they would automatically think we are a couple. AJ had his hand on me the entire time and didn’t once let me go. The feeling is mutual. I enjoy being with him, having him hold me. From the kiss to my forehead in greeting when I arrived to the kisses he sprinkled on my bare shoulder, I’m almost melting into a puddle at his feet.
“Not ready to get rid of me yet, huh?” I tease.
“Keys,” he demands, and I grab them from my purse.
“Simone. You okay to drive the beast? I’m going with AJ,” I ask her, and she smiles.
“Sure. Just don’t be out too long, you two… You have a fight tomorrow, remember?” She smirks, taking my keys, and I kiss my friends goodbye as they jump into my car.
“Don’t be late,” Brady says to AJ as I watch the boys shake hands and backslap.
“No problem, boss,” AJ says in jest, and we watch them go.
“That black eye really doesn’t look good,” I murmur, which only makes AJ’s smirk grow.
“His fault, he brought it on himself,” he says, grabbing my hand and leading me to the bike. I feel better equipped to ride tonight. With jeans and boots, I will be warmer and more comfortable.
“You know the drill,” he says, handing me the helmet.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask. I know he won’t take me straight home. It is only ten, and while he needs his sleep, I have a feeling AJ isn’t ready to drop me off yet.
“I have a place I want to show you,” he says cryptically, and I smile as he secures the strap under my chin.
I get on the bike, and as we start to ride, I relax around him. It is only my second time, but it feels nice. The breeze is fresh, and I wrap my arms around his waist. The way he drops his hand to my knee and rubs his thumb across makes butterflies swirl in my stomach. The vibrations from the engine run up my legs and around my body. My already heightened arousal from all his touches tonight skyrockets even more, my fingers digging into his chest. He squeezes my knee like he knows exactly what I am feeling, and I am grateful that I have a helmet on to cover the flush that I feel on my cheeks.
We wind up a small mountain, and the area looks familiar. It is an exclusive part, out of town, with massive homes obscured by large gates and hedges lining the streets. I look around, knowing that both Ben and Eddie Rothschild live up here somewhere. I am confused for a moment when he takes the bike down a small path that looks more like a sidewalk rather than a road through a small park. He drives down between trees and stops right at the edge of an embankment, turning off the engine.
I pull off my helmet where I sit.
“Where are we?” I ask in awe. The view of the city from here is amazing. The lights twinkle below us. We are at a lookout or something.
“It’s just a place I come to. When I need to think.” Taking my helmet from my head, he hangs it on the handlebar. I hold on to his shoulders and stand, stepping off the bike and looking around.
“It is so beautiful,” I say, my eyes wide. I have seen a similar view at a party I was at a few months ago up here somewhere, but because we are in the pure black of night, surrounded by trees, the lights are all much brighter than I remember.
“It is nice and quiet,” he murmurs low, almost a growl, and I turn to look at him. He is still sitting on the bike, having moved back on the seat with his large legs flat on the ground on either side. He looks like one of those big men in a Harley commercial.
“Between Mr. Burger, Jordie’s, and now this, I am starting to think you know all the good places around town,” I tease as I walk back to him.
“Well, it’s not the Four Seasons, but…” He shrugs, and I smile.
“The Four Seasons isn’t all that great, to be honest,” I say. “Besides, a view like this is a million times better.” I sigh, looking back out at it again.
“You continue to surprise me, sweetheart.”
I look back at him with a small smile.
“Oh, why is that?”
“You are just nothing like I guessed.”
“Let me guess…” I say as I move closer. “Stuck-up rich girl. Never worked a day in her life. Gets everything handed to her on a silver platter…”
“I sure as shit never thought you would work at a pool hall in college,” he says, shaking his head, and I bark out a laugh, thinking about our night. “Fuck, you are pretty when you smile.” His words catch me off guard, and I pause, our eyes connecting. “Come here,” he commands, and I take a few more steps toward him before his hands shoot out, and he grabs me at the waist. Standing, he picks me up.
“Ahh, AJ!” I squeal in delight, grabbing on to his forearms as he lifts me to where he is and saddles me on his bike. This time, though, I face him, my back to the handlebars, my legs over his thighs.
It is intimate. Sure, I was sitting on his knee back at Jordie’s. His hands skirted across my waist and my body a few times throughout the night. I felt him harden underneath me, so I know he was turned on. But this, facing each other, nothing between us, it is new. I feel open, exposed, vulnerable.
“This alright with you?” he asks, his voice gravelly as his hands run up and down my thighs. I swallow my nerves down and nod as my hands rest on his knees.
“As long as I don’t fall,” I say, smiling. The bike is sturdy and so is he, but I could topple at any moment.
“I won’t ever let you fall. Don’t worry.” His promise hits me right in the chest. My heart thumps, palms sweating a little.
“Kiss me, AJ…” I whisper. We haven’t kissed since he dropped me off after our burger date, and the way he is looking at me now makes me grateful that I am sitting down because my knees are wobbly.
His hand cups my face, and he pulls me to him. I slide down the seat, sitting right on his lap, as his other hand circles my lower back, pressing me to him. Our lips meet, and my body melts to his almost immediately. As I grab on to his biceps, they flex under my touch, his tongue swooping across my lips. A growl comes from his throat as we devour each other.
My body arches into him when the hand on my back pulls me in tighter, and he swallows my moan. He is relentless as he kisses me, the heat from his hand moving from my back upward to grab my ponytail. With a tug, my head falls back. His lips don’t move from me as he kisses down my jaw to my neck.
“AJ…” I whimper, feeling out of control, my nipples pebbling, clit throbbing, and goosebumps littering my skin. This is the hottest thing I have ever done. He tugs my hair more, and I arch further, my breasts pushing out. His lips continue to go lower, across my shoulder. My bare skin aches for more of his touch.
“You smell so fucking good,” he murmurs as my head rests in his palm, while his other still tugs on my hair. I move my hands, running them up to his neck and digging my fingers into his hair. He moans as I massage his scalp, and I feel him hard underneath my ass. My hips automatically rock, needing some friction.
“My body feels like it is on fire…” I breathe out as his lips continue to suck and bite, kissing me down my shoulder and back up again.
“You make me so fucking hard…” he groans, his voice sounding pained. His hand falls to my hip, and he grips on to my side as I grind onto him, our jeans giving me a little more friction.
“Fuck. What are you doing to me?” Our kiss becomes more urgent.
“The same thing you are doing to me…” I moan as I kiss him some more. His hand travels to the front of my jeans, and I feel him pop the button. My heart races. I have never done anything remotely like this before, not even in private, but we are under the cover of darkness, with no one around.
“I am hard as a rock, but I can’t do anything about that because of my fight tomorrow. Let me help ease your burn, sweetheart,” he growls into my neck as he kisses and sucks my skin. His hand pulls down my zipper, and I lift, creating some space, desperate for his touch.
“Yes… please. God, yes,” I moan, feeling so needy it is almost embarrassing. His hand delves into my jeans and beneath my underwear.
“Shit… you’re so wet,” he growls as his finger glides through me, and I lift my hips, wanting more.
“It’s your fault, all your fault.” My eyes close as I continue to wither on top of him, his hands holding me exactly where he wants me. His face still buried in my neck, my arms anchor around him. I feel his finger slip inside, and I moan instantly.
“Jesus, give me strength,” he murmurs as the heel of his hand rocks against my clit, and he pushes his finger in and out.
“Oh, AJ…” I moan, biting my bottom lip, feeling my arousal grow.
“Keep rocking like that… grind on my hand… Good girl.” I whimper at his words. My hips move faster, his hand and fingers matching my speed. I feel my body temperature rise even more, my fingers gripping his hair tighter, and I am right on the cusp of coming.
His lips suck on my shoulder and neck as his other hand splays across my lower back, holding me tight, rocking me back and forth over his rock-hard length beneath me.
“AJ…” I warn. “I’m going to come.” I’m already out of breath and in mild panic because I can feel the pressure rising and I am not sure I am ready for it.
“That’s it, fuck my fingers, sweet thing. Give it to me.” He growls some more before he pulls back and takes my lips with his. He bites my lip as the pace of his hand increases and the feeling is overwhelming.
“AJ, AJ, AJ.” I breathe out his name over and over, my hips now rocking uncontrollably. Pulling back from his lips a little, I rest my forehead to his.
“Come, baby, let go. I want to watch you when you come on my fingers…” And I let go. My entire body quivers, like it has never orgasmed before. I feel like I was wound tight forever and someone let go of the string, and I am finally uncoiling.
“Ahhhhh! Ajaaayyyyy!” I can’t help it, I cry out. His pace slows as my clit throbs under his palm, and he rocks my hips more, dragging the entire orgasm straight from me like he is a magician.
I drop my forehead to his chest as I come down from the high, and he removes his hand from my jeans. Lifting my head up with one hand, I watch as he sucks his finger, cleaning me from his skin.
“Wow,” I say, still feeling a little out of it but so ready for more of him.
“You are a little addictive, sweetheart. I want to do that all over again already.” He murmurs.
“I didn’t realize that a bike was so… multi-purpose,” I say, wondering if my words are making sense. I am still floating on cloud nine.
“Neither did I. I’ve never done that on my bike before,” he murmurs, looking at me, watching for my response.
“I like being your first, AJ,” I say with a smile. “But you know, maybe we should do that again some other time just to… you know… double-check the safety of the kickstand.” My face breaks into a smile. He huffs a laugh and gives me a big grin, and my heart almost bursts. He looks hot with his grumpy scowls, but AJ with a full-blown smile… that is an image for the history books.
“Tonight, I will take you home. But after the fight, you are all mine, sweetheart.”
I have never been more ready for anything in my life.