Chapter 83 - Lucian
Lucian
"Here, let me help you with that, sweetheart." I grab Seraphina's helmet and carefully place it on her head, making sure not to fuck up the gorgeous hair she spent hours perfecting or snag those sexy-as-hell dangly earrings.
"This, my darling angel cake, is a motherfucking speed demon on two wheels. And when I say fast, I mean 'hold onto your tits and pray to whatever god you believe in' fast." I wink.
"Ooh, I like the sound of that!" Seraphina giggles, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'll hold on tight, I promise."
I made damn sure my girl wore something that wouldn't chafe her delicate skin during the ride.
And holy fucking shit, did she deliver. She's rocking this delicious as fuck black little tube top number, showing off her flat sexy stomach that makes her cleavage look like a goddamn snack.
I just want to motorboat those perfect tits until I pass out from lack of oxygen.
She's got on these sinfully tight black yoga pants that hug her ass perfectly. You know the ones I'm talking about—the viral butt crack leggings that show off every mouthwatering curve and leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.
When she bent over to put on her boots, I nearly blew my load again. It was like staring into the face of God—if God had the most perfect, biteable ass in all of creation.
Especially after that mind-blowing blowjob—sweet merciful Christ! The way she took the initiative to make me see stars and holy hell, did she ever. I'm still reeling from it.
I pull the leather jacket on her and zip it up tight.
I slip on my helmet, snapping the visor down before I start the bike. Seraphina squeals as the engine roars to life, and I motion for her to hop on behind me.
"Saddle up, backpack." my voice barely audible over the purring engine.
I reach over and smack her visor down, because safety first, right? Then she swings her leg over the bike, scooting close behind me and wrapping her arms around my waist. I let out a low moan at the feeling of her pressed against me, her body heat seeping into my skin even through our clothes.
Holy shit, the way her thighs are squeezing my hips and her tits are pressed against my back... It's enough to make a man want to say, 'fuck the road trip,' and just spend the next week worshipping every inch of her body.
But I'm a man with a plan, and I'll be damned if I let a little thing like mind-blowing arousal derail my carefully crafted seduction scheme. So I take a deep breath, try to think about baseball stats and dead kittens to calm my raging hard-on, and rev the engine.
"Hold on tight, baby girl," I call over the bike's roar.
And with that, we peel out of the driveway like a bat out of hell, Seraphina's delighted laughter ringing in my ears as we speed off into the night.
The night air whips past us like a fucking symphony of speed and adrenaline. The real thrill? Those thighs of hers wrapped around me tight. She's squeezing me like she's trying to juice a lemon, and I'm the luckiest damn lemon in the world.
I've never let any other woman ride backpack on my baby before. So the fact that I'm popping Seraphina's motorcycle cherry has me grinning like a goddamn fool. I feel like the luckiest bastard on the planet, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.
I reach back with my gloved hand and give her thigh a possessive squeeze. She grinds even closer to me in response. My eyes practically roll back into my skull from the sheer pleasure of feeling her pressed so tightly against me—her heat searing into me even through the layers of leather and denim.
I squeeze her leg harder, my fingers digging into the supple flesh as I gun the throttle, urging the bike to go faster, harder, like I'm trying to outrun the concept of speed itself.
The engine roars beneath us, a primal scream of power and fury that sets my blood on fire. I can feel the adrenaline surging through my veins, a heady cocktail of excitement and raw, unbridled lust.
I missed you, baby. Talking about my bike.
From the sound of Seraphina's delighted squeals echoing through the helmet's built-in mic—I'd say she's feeling the rush as much as I am.
"Are you having fun, Cupcake?" I ask. My voice rumbling through the speakers.
Her laughter is like music to my ears. "Faster, Lucian!" she cries, her voice breathless with exhilaration. "I want to go faster!"
Hells to the yes! It's like she read my mind. I crank the throttle as far as it'll go, the front wheel nearly lifting off the ground as we rocket forward into the night.
The world blurs around us, a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations that bleed together until there's nothing left but the engine's roar, the rush of the wind, and the intoxicating feel of Seraphina's body pressed against mine.
About thirty minutes later, I bring the bike to a smooth stop on a bustling Seattle street, the engine purring like a contented kitten before I kill the ignition.
I yank my helmet off in one smooth motion, my hair probably looking like I just stuck my finger in a light socket, but do I give a fuck? Not even a little bit.
Seraphina untangles herself from me, wiggling that perfect ass of hers as she dismounts the bike. Watching her swing her leg over and slide off the seat is like watching poetry in motion. Poetry that makes my dick harder than fucking calculus.
As soon as her feet touch the ground, I reach for her helmet, gently easing it off her head like I'm unveiling a masterpiece. When I finally get it off, I'm greeted by the most beautiful sight in the world: Seraphina's face lit up with a grin so bright it could power the entire city.
"Oh my god, Lucian, that was incredible!" she gushes. "I've never had so much fun in my entire life!"
I can't help but smile like a damn fool as I look down at her, my heart swelling with so much love and pride it feels like it might burst out of my chest. Despite the wind and the helmet, I smooth down her silky blonde hair, marveling at how perfect it still looks.
Most women I've known would be a fucking mess after a ride like that, all shaky legs and smeared makeup, bitching about their hair being ruined.
But not my Cupcake, oh no. She's the opposite, practically vibrating with happiness and adrenaline, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed with exhilaration.
It's like she was born to ride, born to experience the rush and the freedom that comes with tearing down the open road on two wheels.
"I'm so glad you enjoyed it, sweetheart," I murmur, cupping her face and brushing my thumb over her soft, pink lips. "Seeing you like this, so happy and alive? It's the most beautiful thing I've ever witnessed."
Seraphina leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she nuzzles her cheek against my palm.
"Thank you for sharing this with me, Lucian," she whispers, her voice so full of love and gratitude it makes my throat tighten with emotion.
"I never knew life could be this amazing, this exciting.
You've opened up a whole new world for me. "
I bend down and take her lips in a searing kiss, pouring every ounce of love and passion for her into this perfect moment. When I finally pull back, we're both breathing hard, our eyes locked in a gaze so intense it feels like the rest of the world falls away.
"Stick with me, Cupcake. I'll show you things you never even dreamed were possible. I'll give you the fucking stars."
Seraphina's giggle is like the fucking cherry on top of this sundae of awesomeness as I take her hand in mine, our fingers locking together like two horny teenagers at a drive-in movie.
I lead her down the street, dodging pedestrians like I'm some ninja on a mission from God. And let's be real, I kind of am.
Our next stop on this wild and crazy night of romance and poor life choices?
None other than Marination Mobile, aka the food truck that's going to make your taste buds shit rainbows and your arteries scream for mercy.
They've got this insane Hawaiian-Korean fusion thing going on that'll make you want to slap your mama and call her a bad cook.
Now, I know what you're thinking. "But Lucian, you magnificent bastard, why the fuck are you taking your girl to a roach coach on date night? Where's the fancy-ass restaurant with the snooty waiters and the wine list that costs more than my rent?"
I'm about to drop some truth bombs on your ass. See, I'm not your average, run-of-the-mill romance novel fuckboy. I don't do that candlelit dinner, roses, and chocolate bullshit. That's for pussies who don't know how to keep it real.
I mean, I would totally do that if Seraphina asked me to, but that's beside the point.
I'm all about the authentic experience, baby. I want to show Seraphina the real Lucian—the one who'd sell his left nut for a good kimchi quesadilla and a side of DGAF. I want her to see the world through my eyes, to taste the flavors that make my heart sing like a fucking gospel choir.
"Alright, Cupcake, get ready to have your panties blown clean off," I say, rubbing my hands together like a mad scientist about to unleash his greatest creation.
"This place has the best goddamn spicy pork tacos in the entire fucking universe.
And the kimchi quesadillas?" I kiss my fingers like I'm some fancy-ass French chef, my eyes practically rolling back in my skull at the mere thought of those crispy, cheesy triangles of pure ecstasy.
"They're so good, they'll make you want to punch a nun in the face and steal her habit. Fucking perfection, I'm telling you."
Seraphina laughs so hard I can't help but smile. "Mmm…sounds amazing. I can't wait." she gushes, excitedly bouncing on her toes. "I can't wait to try everything!"
As we step up to the window to place our order, the heavenly aroma of sizzling meat and spicy kimchi wafting through the air like a siren song, I can't help but feel like the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.
Because of this right here? This is what happiness tastes like—sharing the things you love with the person you love, discovering new flavors and new adventures together, and creating memories that'll last longer than a vampire's morning wood.
"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in! Lucian, you sly dog, where the hell have you been hiding? And who's this gorgeous little thing you've got with you?"
"Jackson, my man! I've been out there living my best undead life; you know how it is. And this stunning creature right here? This is Seraphina, the light of my life and the fire in my loins. She's a total newbie to the orgasmic experience that is your food, so be gentle with her, will ya?"
Seraphina's cheeks turn the most adorable shade of pink as she smiles at Jackson, her eyes sparkling. "It's so nice to meet you, Jackson. Everything smells absolutely divine!"
"Ha! Divine? Oh, honey, you have no idea. Lucian's about to corrupt you in ways you never even dreamed of. And I'm not just talking about the food." Jackson winks.
I grin at Jackson's comment, my mind already racing with all the deliciously depraved ways I plan to corrupt my sweet little angel cake. But I've got to take it slow, ease her into the beautiful world of sin and iniquity one step at a time.
"Alright, Jackson, enough with the innuendos. Just hook us up with the usual, will ya? My girl's about to have her mind blown, and I want a front-row seat to the show."
"You got it, boss. Two orders of pure, unadulterated foodgasms coming right up!"
I take Seraphina to the most epic spot in all of Alki Beach Park, a little piece of heaven that'll make you want to burst into a fucking Disney song.
The view is so mind-blowingly spectacular; it's like the Seattle skyline, and the beach had a baby and named it "Fuck Yes.
" The skyscrapers are lit like Christmas trees, and the sand is just begging for some naked moonlit shenanigans.
The sound of the waves is like nature's ultimate wingman, setting the mood for some serious romance.
It's the place that makes you want to rip off your clothes and run around like a wild animal, but I've got other plans for my girl.
Jackson drops off our order, "Here ya go, man. Enjoy."
"Thanks," I say as I hand Seraphina her tacos.
Seraphina takes her first bite of that spicy pork taco, her eyes rolling back in her head like she's having a religious experience. I can almost hear the hallelujah chorus singing in the background.
It's like watching art in motion, a masterpiece of culinary ecstasy unfolding before my very eyes.
And as she moans in delight, the sound sending shockwaves of desire straight to my dick, I know I made the right choice.
"Oh my gosh," Seraphina moans, her mouth full of pure taco goodness. "This is just..." She trails off, too lost in the orgasmic flavors to even form a coherent sentence.
A dribble of taco sauce escapes the corner of her mouth, making a break for freedom down her chin. And fuck, it's the most adorable thing I've ever seen. I reach out with a napkin to wipe it away, even though every instinct in my body is screaming at me to lick it off.
Stop, Lucian. You're in public.
"Amazing?" I finish for her, taking a big-ass bite of my kimchi quesadilla and letting out a moan of my own. The flavors explode on my tongue like a fucking supernova.
I've been dreaming about this goddamn quesadilla ever since I left for Aquaria with Dani, and let me tell you, it was worth every second of the wait.
"I told you, Cupcake," I say, waggling my eyebrows at her like the smug bastard I am. "This place is the real fucking deal. Once you go Marination, you never go back."
Seraphina nods, too busy shoving another bite of taco into her face to respond. And honestly? I can't blame her. If I had to choose between talking and eating this food, I'd choose the food every damn time.
We sit here in blissful silence, stuffing our faces like a couple of stoned teenagers at a 7-Eleven. And with every bite, I can feel the stress and bullshit of the past few weeks melting away, replaced by a sense of pure contentment.
This is what happiness tastes like. Good food, good company, and not a single fuck given about the rest of the world.
Take notes, kids—this is how you do date night right.