Chapter 40 Indiana #2
“Wow, you really pride yourself on your bike,” I say on a laugh.
“There’s nothing funny about Black Pearl, Indy.” He’s all serious now, no playfulness to his tone.
I bring my hands up in surrender. “Sorry, I meant nothing by it. But, I’m your girl.” I raise my brow at him.
“Nah, you’re my wife.” He gives me a sharp look and I can feel the blush creeping in. “Have you ever been ridden on a bike?” Tyler’s voice is gravely and he licks his bottom lip.
I knit my brows in confusion. I’m about to tell him we went on a ride the other night when I realize what he means.
“Have you ever been fucked on a bike, Indy?” He pushes one of my straps down and bites my shoulder. I let out a moan. I feel the wetness pool down in my core as I push my chest out.
He picks me up and sets me down on the seat of the bike, pushing my knees apart. I’m wearing a long dress, so he rubs the fabric of my dress, kissing me deeply, moving his hands up my torso, then grabbing and fondling my breasts. He tweaks my nipples through the fabric.
“I can see your fucking piercings through this and it’s driving me crazy.” He bites my lower lip and I smile, pulling on his hair slightly, enticing a guttural sound from him.
He pushes the fabric down further, freeing one of my breasts and dropping kisses down my neck. When he reaches my breast, he captures it, circles the metal, and plays with the jewel, while watching me with hooded eyes.
I arch my back, unable to contain how much feeling his tongue on my skin turns me on.
I whimper, my brows pulling, my hips moving, seeking out friction.
He chuckles against my skin, yet continues his slow pace, moving his lips across my chest, exposing my opposite breast. I balance on the bike, trying to steady myself, while wrapping my legs around his lean waist.
I feel his hardening cock at my center and all I want is to feel him inside me.
“Someone’s eager today,” he teases. “Maybe I need to take you upstairs and tie you up.”
“Stop finding ways to prolong this and fuck me.” I’m never this impatient, but I’m wound tight now and I need release.
I start to push his shorts down with my feet, no longer playing nice. I succeed, his dick springing free.
I bring one hand behind me for support and tug on his hair, getting his attention. “I need my husband inside me right now.”
The smile he gives me is downright sinful. He pulls the bottom of my dress up, expecting to find underwear underneath all that fabric. When he comes up empty, the lust in his eyes could scorch the earth beneath us.
“Looks like my wife came prepared.” He pulls my hair back and kisses me deeply.
“Your wife isn’t coming at all,” I bite back.
Without another word, he lines himself up and drives into me. The moment he fills me, I yell out.
He buries his face in my neck, his breathing labored.
“Is that what your pussy needs? My cock to fill you up?” He doesn’t wait for a response and starts moving at a speed that’s fast and hard.
The intensity is exactly what I need and I hold on, my nails digging into the skin on his back.
The way he’s hitting that perfect spot inside me makes me see stars. No, I think I’m seeing the whole galaxy. My clit is rubbing with each thrust, my climax teetering on the edge. My head falls back, my eyes closed, and I can’t help the erotic sounds that are coming out of my mouth right now.
The way he keeps chanting my name each time he pistons into me only spurs me on and I’m lost in this man. I run my nails along his back, probably leaving my mark.
I don’t know how this bike is staying upright, but it’s hanging on while he pumps that long, thick dick in and out of me. I don’t care as long as he keeps hitting that spot inside me that has me reaching this beautiful ecstasy.
“Fuck, I can feel you gripping my cock,” he whines. I can’t speak because my brain is lost in this blissful state where I’m about to fall.
Feeling Tyler inside me, pumping in and out of me, while we’re on his bike, feels so out of the norm, and it pushes me over the edge.
My body convulses, while Tyler brings his mouth over one of my nipples and sucks hard. I feel my orgasm go off; my body shakes, and my scream carries on bouncing off the walls around us.
Ty is holding on to my back, my head hanging off slightly as he pounds into me even harder than before, and the whole thing is unreal. He’s relentless as he chases his own high. I’m still coming off my own orgasm when I feel him explode.
His movements start to slow and I take him in after he’s reached his own climax. His face is sated and his eyes closed as he drops lazy kisses across my cheeks. It’s only then I’m aware we didn’t use a condom. He whispers my name, his motions lazy until he finally stops.
He kisses my lips softly and looks down to where we’re joined. His eyes widen and reality must hit him just then.
“Shit, Indy. I didn’t… I wasn’t thinking.”
I shake my head. “I know. Neither was I. We were in the heat of the moment. I’m on the pill and I’ve recently been tested.”
“Me too. I’m usually careful, I swear,” he assures me.
“I believe you.” I move my hand onto his cheek.
He kisses me tenderly and I feel a shiver pass through me.
A calm washes over me in this moment. I think despite all the difficult moments in my life, maybe everything will finally start to fall into place.