38. Sina
The next thing I knew, he was behind me on the bike and my pussy was being stretched over his cock.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried.
It was too much all at once, the stretch stealing the air from my lungs.
I tried to push myself up to adjust, but Kiron just growled and shoved me back down with a hand spread between my shoulder blades, pressing my chest back against the fuel tank.
The growl vibrated through both of us, low and warning, more animal than man.
My world narrowed to the heat of him at my back and the distant hum of insects and wind through trees, the only witnesses to what was happening on the empty overlook.
“Breathe, Sina,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’ll wait for you to adjust to me.” His voice was tight with restraint, like holding still for me cost him something.
The burn of the stretch was too intense, and from this angle I was completely trapped under his big body. My eyes rolled as he bottomed out inside of me, my core trembling around him while the night air cooled my flushed skin.
The metal of the bike was solid beneath me, grounding, real, while everything inside me felt like it was melting or floating away.
“You feel so good, my little spitfire,” he cooed, voice rough with pleasure. “That’s it. Take all of me like a good girl.”
Praise from him always sounded like possession.
And I was fucking here for it.
When I started to relax and my breathing evened out, he pulled out and then pushed back in with a feral sounding groan.
“Your pussy was made to take me.” The sound tore out of him like his instinct slipped past control. Like that beast that lived just under his skin was in control .
His hand slid from my shoulder down to my ass, kneading the flesh between his strong fingers as he rocked me on his shaft, each time bottoming out inside me.
We both groaned, the sound swallowed by the open night around us.
Somewhere far below, waves crashed faintly against the cliffs, the rhythm wild and relentless.
“ Kiron .”
My pleasure was building, but it wasn’t enough. I braced my hands on the fuel tank, arching my back, trying to move faster, chasing the friction I was so fucking desperate for.
The tank was cool under my palms, slick with condensation, the only stable thing in a moment spinning out of control.
But he wasn’t having it.
He slapped my ass again, harder this time, the sound sharp in the silence. My pussy throbbed at the bite of pain. The sting shot straight through me, bright and grounding. A dark chuckle rumbled out of him.
“Every time you rush me, Sina, I’m going to punish you.” He didn’t say it with anger, no, he said it like a dark promise. “Are you ready for more, my good little princess?”
I whimpered, my voice lost in pleasure.
He gripped my hair harder, forcing my head to tilt backwards. His free hand then gripped the front of my neck, pulling me up until my chest rose slightly off the bike, bringing my ear close to his lips.
Holy shit.
The new angle dragged a slow moan through my throat. His cock throbbed deep inside me, responding to the sounds he pulled from my lips. His breath was hot against my skin, fangs just a whisper away, the predator in him fully awake now.
“That’s it my princess. Let me control your pain and your pleasure.
” His lips brushed my ear as he spoke. “You told me to fuck you how I wanted, and what I want is to watch your body swallow my cock like a greedy little slut.” His words wrapped around me, dark and possessive, leaving no space for doubt about who I belonged to.
“Oh, you like that, Sina? Knowing I could do whatever I want to you?” His tone dipped lower, rougher, like the leash on his control was starting to fray.
“Knowing just how fucking feral I am for you, how devoted I am to pleasing this pussy?” He flexed his hips, making me cry out, my eyes rolling. I clenched around him tighter.
He reached around me, out of view, and turned the engine on. The sudden vibration shattered the stillness of the night. His hand was still on my throat, anchoring me against his chest.
“Ready to ride me, princess?” He nipped my earlobe. “While we go for a ride?”
I felt his smile against my skin, heard his pleasure in the low, dark edge of his voice. Playful on the surface. Something hungrier underneath that made my nipples pebble.
Fuck… riding him while riding his bike?
Uncertainty coiled low in my gut. Excitement tangled with fear. And lust. So much fucking lust I was soaking him with it.
His fingers tightened around my neck, the other sliding more firmly around my middle, keeping me anchored against him. Heat and leather filled my senses.
“You trust me. Remember?” His breath ghosted over my neck. “Don’t be afraid. I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice dropping into that deep, certain tone that always stole the air from my lungs.
The words settled deep, heavier than anything else he’d said. His hand flexed at my waist, holding me steady against him, reminding me I wasn’t going anywhere.
“You don’t run from your monsters, spitfire… You ride them. ”
Fangs grazed a slow path that made my heart kick against my ribs.
He released his hold on my throat, letting me fall back forward, my chest resting against the fuel tank, my thighs spread around the seat .
The vibration tingled across my clit, my pussy clenching Kiron's cock hard enough to make him growl.
“I’m looking forward to claiming you.” His tone wasn’t playful now. It was steady. Commanding. The same voice he used when he promised to protect me. The same voice he used when he reminded me I was his.
Oh my God .
Was I really going to let him fuck me like this?
I did say he could fuck me however he wanted, but I hadn’t expected him to turn on the bike. The drop beyond the overlook suddenly felt very real.
What if I fall?
The thought shattered as he revved the engine. The rumble vibrated straight through me, stealing my breath. It was like the most intense vibrator I’d ever used. Coupled with his cock seated deep inside me, I came immediately. Fast and hard. The night blurred at the edges.
I moaned. “Oh, fuck.”
“Mmm, you like that? I feel you choking my cock. After edging you, I'm not surprised how quickly you came for me, Sina,” he growled into my neck, biting me gently. The scrape of teeth was a warning of what was to come.
He pulled the throttle again, harder this time, the power of the bike and the power of him colliding in a way that made my vision blur.
I whimpered, the sensation was too fucking much.
My hands were floundering to grab something, anything, to control the intensity.
My chest bowed off the bike, my fingers locking around the handlebars for dear life as he kicked up the kickstand and started down the winding road at a leisurely pace.
The headlight carved a narrow path through the dark, trees rushing past on either side like the night itself was fleeing.
“Hold on tight, little spitfire,” he chuckled darkly.
Goosebumps prickled across my thighs from the bitter wind and the adrenaline. Behind me, his body was steady. Certain. A monster in motion and the only thing keeping me from falling.
“Your body was fucking made for me, princess.” His hips found a new rhythm.
The bike surged forward, devouring the road.
Wind tore past, cold and wild, whipping my hair back while the trees blurred on either side, branches reaching like fingers as we sped through the night.
With one hand gripping the handlebar and the other locked tight on my ass, Kiron fucked me with every roll of his hips as the bike roared beneath us.
“Are you scared, princess? Because I'm not stopping until you come again.”
His lips brushed my ear, voice rough, almost lost under the engine as he twisted the throttle harder.
My whole body went tight—not from fear, but from the way pleasure and adrenaline slammed into each other inside me.
The bike vibrated under us, the sound of the engine roaring through the night, and every bit of it fed straight into him, into me.
The stretch of him inside me, the heat of his body at my back, the wind tearing at my hair—it was too much and not nearly enough all at the same time.
Was I scared?
I should have been.
Spread open on a moving motorcycle, flying down a dark canyon road with nothing holding me in place but Kiron’s arm around my waist and my own grip on the handlebars, one wrong move and we’d both be dead at the bottom of those cliffs. But fear couldn’t get a foothold.
All I could feel was him.
The monster behind me was steady and unshaken, while the world blurred past us.
The arm around my waist tightened every time the bike leaned into a curve.
All while his hips kept driving into me like he was determined to ruin me right here on the side of a mountain.
I was edging toward the next peak, the feeling was so intense, I couldn't hold on any longer.
The bike tore down the road, engine screaming as Kiron pushed it harder.
Fucked me faster. His breathing was rough in my ear, the sound of it sending another jolt of heat straight through my body.
The next thrust knocked the air from my lungs, and I shattered.
My scream ripped free, stolen instantly by the wind as pleasure crashed through me so hard my hands shook on the handlebars.
His arm clamped tighter around me when my body went weak, holding me steady against him while the road vanished beneath the tires.
“Fuck,” he growled against my ear.
His rhythm turned rougher, desperate now, his hand gripping my ass hard enough to bruise as a deep, feral sound tore out of him. The bike surged forward, the front tire lifting for a split second as power and chaos collided, and he kept me locked against him through it.
Then his mouth came down on my shoulder.
The bite was sharp and hot, cutting through the haze of pleasure before warmth flooded through me, melting straight into my bones.
I moaned, the sound torn away by the wind as another wave of sensation rolled through me, heavier this time, deeper.
A shock wave of pleasure that felt never-ending.
He growled against my skin as he fed, the vibration of it traveling through my body. And somehow, wrapped in his arms with his teeth in my skin and the world flying past us at sixty miles an hour, I’d never felt more free. It was completely reckless, and I fucking loved it.