Chapter Nineteen. #3
Releasing my hair, he leans back on his bike to catch his breath.
I swallow and wipe the residual cum off, savoring the salty taste and look up at him through my eyelashes, admiring the perfection of his body.
His abs deeply flex with each breath. Small beads of sweat form and drip down his skin and the muscles in his arms are still fully tense.
“How was it?” I ask sheepishly, not bothering to move my dress down as I stand up, letting my ass hang out and the dress rest at my waist.
“That was the best blowjob I’ve ever fucking had. I swear to God. I do not know how you knew how to do that so well, but I’m one fucking lucky guy.”
“Good,” I say proudly, kissing him. “By the way, how’d you get me to stop gagging?”
A know-it-all grin appears. “I read once about a nerve tied to your gag reflex in your hand at that spot. If you hold it down for five to ten seconds, it’s supposed to relieve you of the sensation. Figured it was worth a shot.” He shrugs and bounces his eyebrows.
“Glad to know you use your smarts for fun and not just to spy on and stalk people.”
He chuckles, slowly eyeing me up and down, his expression turning feral. I suddenly become fully aware of my body, the cold breeze rushing against my exposed skin accentuating the goosebumps already present from the heat of his stare.
He skirts off his pants and underwear from his ankles without breaking eye contact.
“Remember the safe word?” he breathes.
“Barn,” I whisper.
“Good.”
He pins me against the bike, not letting me rest one second before he picks me up and flips me over, smacking my bare ass and bending me over the seat.
His strong grip glides along my thighs, spreading my legs as his fingers caress my skin gently.
Without warning he slams all three of his fingers inside of me, holding me down with his other hand on my lower back to keep me still.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet for me, Char.”
“Yes,” I moan, the pleasure instantly building.
“What do you want, Char? What do you want me to do to you?”
I try to string words together, but my mind is glitching out from the pleasure. “I want you to go all the way,” I manage to get out in between moans as my hips writhe on his fingers and palm.
His fingers stop, creating a silence only broken by our heavy breaths.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Please. I’m begging you. Please. I want to feel what it’s like and I want my first time to be with you. Please, Ben. Give me this.”
“Fuck. Ok, baby.”
His one hand grips my hip while the other guides him into me.
I practically scream from pleasure, forgetting we aren’t in a bubble and people might be able to hear me.
I stare down at my hands death gripping the leather seat and focus on the sensation of our bodies intertwining as he slowly gets deeper, letting me adjust to his girth and length inch by inch.
He begins to pull out and thrust back in again but instead of pleasure a sharp pain zaps through me, making me tear up and almost vomit.
“Ow!” I yelp.
He quickly pulls out and rushes to the other side of the bike, squatting down so he’s at my level.
“Are you okay? I’m so sorry if I was too rough too quickly.” Concern covers his face as he brushes my hair out of the way and delicately cups my cheeks, caressing his thumbs over them gently.
“I…I don’t know. It felt amazing until that quick shot of pain.” I don’t move, afraid if I do the pain will come back.
“That must’ve been your hymen. You just lost your virginity, baby. It can hurt sometimes for women on their first time, but that should be all the pain you feel.” He pauses, looking conflicted. “Do you want to stop? We can just talk and relax instead.”
“No,” I state defiantly.
I am not going to stop. I’ve wanted this for a while now. Plus, I don’t want to let him down and ruin our first time together. He said it shouldn’t hurt anymore so I should be good. I’m doing this.
“Are you sure, baby?”
“Yes. Get back in me, now,” I order him reassuringly.
He kisses me and bites my bottom lip. “If it hurts again tell me and we’ll stop, okay?”
I nod, pushing my knees apart and looking down, signaling I’m ready for round two of the ride.
He walks back behind me, caressing my skin for a moment before gently and slowly putting himself back inside me.
Good, God.
The pleasure’s better than the first time. A soft whimpered moan escapes my lips.
“Are you okay? How’s it feel?”
“So, so, so good. Don’t stop,” I plead.
“Good,” he says gruffly, picking up the pace.
My fingers dig into the leather to hold on because each thrust threatens to push me off the seat.
My body urges to arch back but my position on the bike stops it.
The pleasure becomes unbearable, devouring me completely.
It’s too much. It’s building and building to the point where I know I’m going to die from this ecstasy.
A brief moment of clarity surfaces. “I want you to finish inside me.”
“What?”
His thrusts become erratic, faster then slower, then faster again. His grunts are deep and spur me on more, creating a beautiful duet with my higher pitched moans. Sweat drips all over my backside, cooling my hot skin and making it easier for us to glide into each other.
“I want you to come inside me. Please, Ben.”
“Fuck, babe. God, I want to so bad, but I want us to be safe. I shouldn’t. God, as much as I want to, I shouldn’t,” he pants.
His nails grip into my sides even harder as he fights the desire I could hear in his response.
“I’ve been on birth control for years. It’s safe,” I breathily moan, desperate for him to give me everything.
Seconds later, his loud moans match his throbbing finish inside me as he easily gives in to my request. His hand settles on mine and becomes still as he rests his forehead on my back, still inside me and panting. I revel in the closeness of how he’s holding me and what we’ve just done.
“I’ve never come inside a girl before,” he whispers onto my back and kisses where he’s laying. “That was the most amazing feeling ever. You’re so amazing, baby. Damn.”
I rest my chin on my hands and smile. Happiness radiates through me in knowing we shared this first milestone together.
“Wait, you didn’t finish,” he says, a realization that must’ve just occurred to him.
“No, but that’s okay,” I say, still vibing off the high and totally content.
“Nope. Unacceptable.”
A cool breeze chills my skin now that his warmth’s gone, giving me goosebumps. I hoist myself down off the bike and turn around to him fully naked and putting on his helmet.
“What are you doing?”
He picks me up and wraps my legs around him, which quickly begin sliding down his sweat slicked skin.
“Put your elbows on the seat,” he commands under the helmet as he lifts me over the bike seat once more. I obey, extremely curious as to what he has planned.
“Ben. What are you doing?”
His hand barely fits around himself as he grabs it, guiding into me again. As soon as he breaks through, I buck from pleasure, now understanding why I needed my elbows down. Leaning on one elbow for leverage, I reach to lift his tinted visor so I can see his eyes, but he knocks my hand away.
“I’m keeping the vizor down. I’ve watched you, remember?
I know you like to watch yourself. You like to admire and study how your body reacts to the adrenaline and ecstasy coursing through you.
To enjoy how powerful you are when you’re vulnerable and exposed.
You’ve seen how you make you feel. Now I want you to see the beautiful mess I make of you. ”
He thrusts hard inside to the hilt. I moan loudly, skipping the build-up and already tense in my core, preparing for a release.
“Keep your eyes open and watch yourself, baby,” he grunts in between each thrust.
I open my eyes and stare into the tinted visor, obeying him.
“This is what I saw when I watched you touch yourself. This is how fucking beautiful you are. Now watch how good I make you feel, baby. Watch how much better your body likes my dick than your fingers, baby.”
My heavy-lidded eyes are frosted over in a glazed, intense way.
There’s a remnant of the aftereffects of what I saw when I looked in the mirror at myself but nothing like this.
My lips purse in between breaths and the moans make my eyebrows furrow together in pleasure.
My cheeks and neck are completely splotched red, and there’s sweat sticking my hair to the edges of my face.
“I want you to finish for me, Char. Come for your man, baby.”
“Yes, sir,” I whimper, loving the way he’s commanding me through everything.
“Sir? Fuck.” He rams into me harder.
I’m screaming from the pleasure filling my entire body, spreading into each limb all the way to my toes and fingertips.
I’m on the edge. Tingles set in, the sensitivity almost too much as he pinches my nipples.
I’m close.
So close.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I squeal, trembling all over as my head rocks back.
“Don’t look away, baby. You have yet to see the most beautiful part.”
With what little control I have left of my body, I grab hold of him and move myself up so I can see me again.
One more thrust.
“Baby.”
Another.
“I’m almost there,” I whimper in a high-pitched moan, my muscles so tense I can barely move.
One last hard stroke causes me to burst.
His moans match mine as he comes too, our hips melding together, grinding frantically as we enjoy the last vibrations of the ecstasy.
He takes his helmet off and hangs it on the handlebar of the bike. His hair and face are slicked with sweat, but instead of seeing pure happiness, his expression resembles something like painful satisfaction.
“What’s wrong?” I caress his cheek with my thumb, worrying I did something wrong.
He lifts me up, keeping himself inside me and holds me close. We’re at eye-level with my arms wrapped around his shoulders and my back arched, giving him a place to rest his arms.
“I love you, Charlotte Windsor,” he declares, staring deep into my eyes.