Chapter 13 #2
“And sometimes, the person you trust most is yourself. The instincts and intuition you’ve developed over the years are a part of your ability to remain stoic.
But isn’t it exhausting? Aren’t you tired of it?
Maybe it’s time to let go of the need for control, step out of the cold shadow and into the warm sun, embracing the chaos, Iz. ”
I’m a fucking poet now.
Unbelievable.
My hand captures her chin, loving how delicate and fragile her jaw feels under my fingertips. She is as feminine as they come, and her delicate bone structure is a huge turn-on. That and those fucking lips. My thumb drags across them, wanting to feel them everywhere.
“Sometimes the most beautiful moments come from the unexpected twists and turns life throws at us.”
She considers my words until a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips.
“I am exhausted from having to orchestrate every detail. It’s why I ride. I want to shed my responsibilities and just be free. Free from everything. And why I sometimes ride wild, racing you across the tracks.”
I lick my lips and return her smile despite her giving me a near fucking heart attack. If we ride together after she gets her bike fixed, I’ll make sure she never fucking does that again.
“You did.”
“But that’s when I feel most exhilarated and alive. Is that stupid? To be so calculating in all areas of my life and then live with wild abandonment in one area.”
She’s hit the nail on the head. It’s why I ride and why Dom does too. An escape. We all need a break from life’s burdens and the weight of our responsibilities, even if ours is lighter than hers. Maybe that’s what she sees in me.
Fun, freedom, and abandonment.
“Not at all. I understand far more than you realize.”
Content with my answer, her hands slip up the panels of my jacket, wrapping around my neck and bringing my lips to hers.
Kokami.
I grip the back of her head, weaving my hand into her silky strands to lock her in place. I plan to eat her inside out. After a long day of teaching, she tastes sweet and minty.
I made sure to blow my load before coming to get her to keep a level head for this discussion and to give my fucking blue balls a break. As much as I want to fuck the shit out of her, I need to be patient and let this play out.
She can flip on a dime and go from walls down to walls up in a split second, but I need them down longer to sneak past her defense.
Her hands move into my hair, tugging the strands at the base, which I fucking love.
I groan, angling my head to shove my tongue deeper, imagining my cock doing the same thing.
The sounds of the water and the occasional call of a bird flying are heard. Otherwise, we are utterly alone. I want to get to at least second base with her if she lets me.
Kissing her is easy. She’s so open and as hungry for me as I am for her. I grab her ass, kneading those fine cheeks. More than a handful and perfect from whatever she does to stay in shape.
Her hands release my hair and slip to my chest, pushing me away to breathe.
“I’ve got to . . .”
I don’t care what she’s got to do. I’ve got to keep this going, moving us forward until she’s ultimately mine.
My lips nibble down her neck as she pants.
Her pulse throbs under my flattened tongue while my hands move from her ass to her back.
I tug on the base of her sweater to untuck it from her pants, feeling her skin.
She’s soft and warm. Her skin is like silk under my rough fingertips. Her narrow waist dips at her spine, and I’m almost sure that if she were naked, she’d have sexy back dimples.
“Diego.”
My lips are too busy nipping at her neck and earlobes. My hands are too busy exploring her skin until I pop the clasp on her bra. She gasps when my fingertips dance around to the front, blazing a hot trail to her hard nipples.
A deep, guttural groan escapes my lips as I feel the excruciating pressure building in my groin.
My erection strains against my zipper, rubbing against her tight body.
Her hands slip into my leather jacket, the coldness seeping through my shirt and startling me.
I pull off her neck to gaze into her eyes.
“You’re fucking freezing. Let’s get out of here.”
I don’t feel any goosebumps on her breasts as I thoroughly massage them. Her moans come out sporadically when I caress her in different ways.
“No.”
Her stunning eyes are glittering with lust, her mouth parting enough for her tongue to dart across her bottom lip, reminding me where my lips should be.
“Do you have a condom?”
Holy shit.
It’s happening.
Far faster than I expected.
I’d pump my fist in the air if they weren’t already filled with her soft breasts.
“Yeah, I do!”
I smile like a fucking idiot.
So damn excited and sounding like a damn kid at Christmas. But shit, who can blame me? I have a hot professor who wants to go all the way.
Grand fucking slam for me.
“Good, fuck me against your bike.”
My heart beats in triple time. My cock is nearly about to bust from what she says. This is the fucking thing dreams are made of. Dicking my professor on my bike.
“Kokami.”
My lips crash to hers, aggressively and thankful for this fucking second, minute, and day. I keep kissing her while my hands move to her belt, unfastening it and tugging on the button at her waist.
As her pants loosen, I feel a rush of adrenaline. The possibility of getting caught heightens the anticipation. My heart pounds in my cock as I push her pants down alongside her boots. The cold night air practically begs for us to stop, but that only fuels my lust-crazed frenzy more.
Her hands grab the sides of my shirt, her nails digging into my skin, leaving faint scratches that would serve as trophies of our escapade. The smell of her perfume intensifies with every passing moment, making my head swim with desire.
With her ass bare, my fingers are free to roam, and roam they do, dipping between her legs. Her pussy is soft, hot, and dripping onto her inner thighs. I release a throaty groan, knowing I won’t last long.
This is a fucking fantasy.
One I’ll relive every damn day of my life.
“We have to hurry, Diego.”
She’s so fucking right. If we get caught, shit’s going to get real very fast. My index finger continues stroking where I’m about to plunge while my other hand digs out my wallet for a condom.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, genuinely concerned about whether she truly wants what we’re about to experience.
“I wouldn’t have agreed to take this ride if I hadn’t had this in mind.”
Well, fuck me.
She had this planned.
Of course, she fucking did.
She’s a control freak.
Freak being the operative word now.
“Bad teacher,” I mockingly scold, passing her the condom so I can put away my wallet and unbuckle my pants. “Someone’s going to have to teach you a lesson.”
She pushes my hands away to undress me as I had her. I love every damn minute, trying to commit it all to memory.
“And you think you can teach me something, Diego?”
The cold air nips at my skin, heightening my arousal. I hiss when she grabs my cock, the feel of her tight fist makes me jolt. Her thumb swirls the precum around my head, and my eyes half close, enjoying it.
I groan when my fingers slip inside her juicy cunt. We’re both so ready for this. We won’t have to worry about getting caught. It will be fast with how turned on we are.
“Fuck yeah, I’ll teach you to behave.”
“Then get on with it, Teach.”
I grip her jaw, going for a kiss when I switch our positions, pushing her against the cold metal bike so her ass sticks out. I can’t help but smirk at the contrast of our bodies – her ice-cold skin meeting my hot warmth. I’ll warm her up from the inside out in no time.
As much as I’d love for her to be completely naked and feel those perfect tits against my chest, her lips against mine, her clothing makes it impossible. Her pants crowd at the top of her boots, limiting the widening of her legs, so back shots it is.
She moves her long hair to the side, looking over her shoulder and waiting for me to take the condom from her hand. Her forearms rest over my black leather seat, her ass shaking in eager temptation until I smack it. The sound echoes in this natural environment.
“Someone’s impatient.”
“It’s freezing out here.”
Her complaint falls on deaf ears. Grabbing the wrapper from her, I rip it open and push it on.
Disposing of the wrapper in the tall grass, I pull her hips toward me, flip up the tail of her blazer, and almost drizzle into my rubber when I see her flawless ass.
It’s narrow, tight, and every man’s dream.
“Diego?”
Her eyes glitter in the setting sun, casting a curious glance at me.
“Just admiring the view, Iz.”
I grab the base of my cock and tease her a couple of times with the head before plunging into her hot, waiting cunt. It’s tight and pulsing, ripping a long moan from her and a grunt from me.
Blood rushes into my balls, tempting them to prematurely shoot with the blanket of warm dousing my cock. My heart pounds against my ribs as I slowly draw back, knowing I need to make this great for her in order for it to continue.
I slow my pace, wanting to savor every second of this in case it never happens again. In case she throws that wall up and dumps my ass on the other side of it. All possible with her. I tell my mind to shut the fuck up and sink into the feeling of my body and her pending pleasure.
“Go deeper.”
Her gaze turns from me to her ass, not sure she’s able to see it now.
She twists further, laying a hand on her cheek to pull her pussy lips wider and allowing me to sink deeper.
I bite my lip and hold my breath, pausing not to bust a nut with how fucking pretty she looks.
All of it feels dangerous. The risk and threat of being caught, along with the consequences, are thrilling, if not exhilarating.
My hips start again, slowly moving in and out, drawing quiet moans from her.
My hand loosens from her hip, pushing hers off her ass as I shift behind her.
My body curls over hers to slide my hand under her shirt.
The bra dangles loosely off her arms, her breast hanging perfectly in the palm of my hand.
This angle is magic.
We both moan.
My cock thrusts against the front of her wet pussy, drawing more intense sounds from her. An acknowledgment that I’m hitting the right spot. She’s trapped between the hard carbon steel of the bike and my body, molded into the position I want her in.
With her mound pressed against the edge of the bike seat, she’s pinned into place, taking my thrusting cock. My hand at her hip moves to cup her jaw, her pulse racing at the base of my palm, where it rests at the top of her neck.
“How’s this for a lesson?” I rasp into her ears, holding her head straight, forcing her not to look at me and feel every place on her body I am.
Her eyes close, and her breath falters when she grinds her clit against the leather seat. This angle works in so many ways that a physicist would be impressed.
“It’s. . . I’m not getting it. Terrible teacher.”
A challenge.
Kokami.
This is not enough.
She fucking wants more. As blitzed out as my brain is, I want to make her happy. I want to give her something no one else can or ever will.
“Terrible, huh?”
My fingers tighten on her jaw, causing her eyes to flip open. When she attempts to look at me, I yank her face straight ahead, pinch her nipple, and increase the speed and intensity of my thrusting.
“The worst.”
Her words are almost a shriek when I plow into her at an insane pace. My back is hating this angle and the strain put on it, but fuck it, I’ll deal with that later. Her heart pounds wildly against my palm, her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and all of it sends a bolt of pure desire to my cock.
“I’ll give you worse.”
I fuck her hard and fast. Her clit is no longer grinding on its own against the bike seat, but with the force of my movements. I’m shoving her into the machine repeatedly, harshly. I grope her breast, squeezing it roughly and pinching her nipple.
Thank fuck for the weight of my bike staying upright and not falling over with our combined bodies shoving into it. It creaks with every thrust, mixing with her cries, and it’s fucking music to my ears.
“The worst fucking lesson of your life, Iz.”
Not a second later, she screams my name.
My body is on fire.
The cold air on my ass barely cools the sweat collecting there. It’s a few more strokes until I bury my face in her thick brown hair. The fragrance is getting my nose off the same as my cock. I yank her jaw to the side, kissing her cheek while my balls tighten, spilling my release into the condom.
I spray fast and powerful, pummeling her pussy with such intensity that it rips another scream from her. Euphoria sweeps over me. I’m so deep I don’t want to back off. I want to keep her in this position forever.
I want to do it again and again, with her at my mercy. When her fingers start pulling at my hand on her jaw, I realize I fucked up. Took things too far and was too rough for her.
“Shit.”