Chapter Nineteen #2
Flipping up the kickstand, I flip down my tinted face shield and turn on my cameras, going live on our account. Our videos make us a comfortable little nest egg. The more dangerous our stunts or the funnier the shit we put out there, the bigger the payday.
Parker follows my instructions like a fucking sub and my dick reacts to it, which is the worst fucking idea.
We start off slow, weaving in and out of traffic without doing anything crazy.
On my phone screen, I can already see the comments filling the chat like a river of emojis and hearts flying up and up.
We stop at a red light and this one is the last before we get to the beach, which means I’m going to show my Stabby what it’s really like.
“You doin’ okay back there?” I use my left hand to rub at her knee and grin when she giggles in her mic.
“It’s fucking amazing!” Ha! She ain’t seen nothing yet.
The light goes red on the street perpendicular to us and I get myself ready with my left fingers holding down the clutch and my right on the throttle. I lean up and Parker follows like a good girl, my eyes fixed on the light, ready for the change.
“Hold on tight!” The second the red goes green, I snap into action. My release of the clutch is smooth and decisive as the bike lurches forward and Parker’s knees squeeze as her hands grip the purple leather covering the tank. She’s a quick learner and it fucking makes me so happy.
The engine jumps from a purr to a snarl as we leave the traffic behind us, the speed growing and the air around us like a windstorm. The helmets protect us, but I can’t be an asshole about this. Parker’s not dressed for a crash and there’s nothing sexy about picking gravel out of wounded skin.
Slowing down as we reach our exit, I swing the bike from side to side and Parker outright laughs in my ears and it’s magical to hear.
There’s a corner of our beach that’s always secluded, too far from the pier and too close to the park where children go during the day.
At this time of the evening, before the tourist season begins, it’s devoid of people, which is perfect for us.
I don’t talk during the live and just give a finger wave goodbye before turning it off.
We never show our faces and we use a filter to fuck with the aesthetics so the colors on our helmets aren’t too distinguishable.
Most times, everything we do is illegal.
“That was fucking incredible!” We both slide our helmets off, shaking out our hair. It’s a lot sexier in movies than in real life.
“The only way that could get better is if my dick was snug and warm inside your pussy.” Where's the lie?
I take her hand so she can jump off the bike, then I place the kickstand firmly on the ground and swing my leg over the back. Sitting the helmets on the seats, I turn to her and push my hands into her hair.
“I like the feel of you against me while I ride.”
“Well, I’m not that easy, Grinder. You’re gonna have to make me your old lady if you want me to do that again.” I know she’s joking, but it’s not funny because I’m seriously considering it except…different.
My mouth crashes against hers, our lips hungry, my tongue demanding entrance as I taste every inch of her. Our bodies gravitate toward each other, heat seeking out heat. Lust hungry for lust.
My entire chest is hovering over her as if I can’t get close enough, but I’d die trying. There’s a building just a few feet away, hiding us away from the rest of the world. It’s the public bathrooms that look like a tiny home.
I push Parker against the outer wall, pressing my body against her, and force my thigh between hers. As though it’s choreographed, Parker starts riding me, seeking out the friction, moaning into my mouth and making me even harder than before. To be clear, that’s a crazy feat.
An image of Spencer flits through my mind, forcing me to push myself off her. My entire body is fighting my decision but there needs to be a conversation before I can go any further.
“We need to talk.” I’m out of breath, my chest rising and falling as if I’ve just run a two hundred meter sprint.
“Nothing good ever comes from those four words.” I love that she’s just as winded as I am.
I shake my head, a weak attempt at letting her know that it’s nothing bad but it needs saying.
My eyes snag on her lips—swollen, glistening, and slightly parted—as she tries to take in her breaths.
Fuck, she’s so beautiful it’s blinding. Now’s not the time to get distracted.
This is what we were taught from a young age…
do the shitty thing now so you can have fun later.
Although, my mantra has always been, fun now and maybe I’ll do the shitty thing later, this time it’s important and the outcome of this conversation could lead to some fantastic rewards.
“I want you, Parker. More than anything…” This is where the English language sucks. I’m about to follow up with a “but” which is going to suck and possibly make me miss out on the “butt”. It all hangs on that missing T.
“Except Spencer?” Jesus, when she says it like that it sounds like I prefer one over the other. I really fucking don’t.
“No. Not except. As much as.” Her eyes go soft and I love the way they shine in the moonlight. Oh, nevermind. It’s a lamppost behind me. Still sexy as fuck, though.
“I’m okay with that. The more the merrier, right? But…” Motherfucker, I knew that word was going to fuck up my life.
“No buts,” I palm her ass cheeks and squeeze, digging the pads of my fingers deep into her flesh. “Only butts.”
“Well, this is a big but…”
I chuckle at her raised brows. She’s having a serious conversation, whereas my mind is solely focused on how quickly I can get her jeans down, my handy dandy packet of lube out, and my dick inside her. We are not the same.
“Nah, Stabby, your butt is just fucking right.” Again, I squeeze for emphasis.
“Concentrate, you loon. And I’m the one with ADHD?
Are you sure you’re not also? They say the symptoms don’t present the same in men and women.
I wonder if your sex drive is a symptom?
Wouldn’t that—” I shut her up with my mouth, my tongue forcing her to swallow her next sentence so she can U-turn back to the original conversation.
“Big but?” I remind her.
“Right. Spencer. There's no way he’s okay with this. I know men and I know lust. He’s a man, yes, but there’s no lust for me…
only you.” Yeah, Spence is gay. Like, gay gay.
Like her exposed vagina might make his balls shrivel up and hide.
I know this but it doesn’t minimize the fact that I want them both.
“We’ll figure it out. He knows I want you both and you know I want you both.” Fuck, said like that, I sound like a selfish prick.
“Were you ever told no as a child?” She’s got one brow raised, challenging me.
“Trust me, I’ve got the scars to prove it, but that’s a story for another time.”
My hands slide up her denim-covered ass and across her waist so I can flip open the button and zip her down. I don’t hesitate, don’t play coy or timid or even ask her for permission, because the fact she’s shimmying out of said jeans is invitation enough.
When she grabs the back of my head and pulls me in closer just so she can lick a path from my jaw to the top of my cheekbone, I seriously consider just ripping every piece of clothing on her body.
To say I’m hard is like saying lava is warm. My dick could drill for oil at this point and if she’s not careful, I may be drilling for days.
“You know it’s dangerous to wave a red flag at a bull, right?” My question comes in between kisses. And by kisses, I do mean biting her bottom lip and sucking on her tongue.
“And you’re the bull in this scenario?” I freeze because…of course I’m the bull. Aren’t I?
“Something you’re not telling me there, Stabby?” I would’ve noticed if she were packing, right?
“No, I meant…maybe you’re the one with the red flags and I’m gonna attack you.” As if I wouldn’t be down with that.
“By all means, Stabby, attack away.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, she drops her pants, battles with her shoes, and just throws her panties away like she won’t be needing those…ever.
Then, with a move worthy of WWE, she kicks my feet from under me and brings me to my literal knees.
Plot twist.
“Now eat my pussy as an apology for assuming you’re in charge.” This is gonna be fun.
“Yes, Mistress. Pussy’s my favorite meal.” I’m all good with switching it up and kneeling at the feet of a goddess, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be a brat. After all, what’s the point if you’re not pushing back?
Grabbing her thighs just beneath her ass cheeks, I position her pretty little cunt at the perfect angle for my evening meal, but I don’t move. Parker’s in charge and I won’t take this away from her. Not that I could with the way she’s locked my head right where she wants it.
“Now, be a good boy and eat ya dinner.”
I wink up at her and waste no time burying my tongue up her pussy. I’m licking and lapping, sucking on her pussy lips and flicking at her clit until I feel her rubbing herself on my face.
“Fuck, this was a bad idea.”
I don’t take offense to that. In fact, I’m pretty fucking sure by the low tone of her voice and the way her breathing is like a stuttering engine that I’m doing a damn good job.
This ain’t my first time dining out but it may be the only restaurant I’ll ever go to again.
My hands grip her ass harder, pulling her closer, when I feel her knees going weak and her body relying more and more on the wall behind her.
I’ve got her exactly where I want her, and I know this because her moans are rising in pitch and volume.
Louder and louder, higher and higher. She’s about to blow and I’m about to get my dessert served right on my face.
Fucking Heaven. No, better than that. This is whatever is better than Heaven, and if that’s not supposed to exist, well, I just found it.
“Oh, God, right there, right there. Fuuuuuuck!”
This time I do take control. My arms wrap around her thighs and I rise to my feet with the help of the wall, pushing her up until I’ve got her legs on my shoulders and mouth devouring her.
From behind, I push my thumb into her pussy and get it nice and wet before sliding it back and pushing, just a little bit, into her ass.
Her response is immediate. In fact, I’m pretty fucking sure they heard her in the compound and I couldn’t be prouder.
I give her two minutes to compose herself, mainly her breathing because we’re not fucking done.
While she sits there, filling her lungs with much needed oxygen, I lick everything she has left to give me, all the while using one hand to free my cock from my leathers. In my mind, it was a lot smoother and sexier than whatever it is I’m trying to do, but I get the job done. I’m that motivated.
“Inside me. Now.” Oh, fuck yeah. I don’t need to be a sub to follow that order like a military grunt in boot camp.
Slowly, I slide her down the wall, my dick ready to impale her as soon as she reaches it. Just before her warm pussy reaches me, I stop and curse.
“Godfucking damn.”
“I will cut your balls off and feed them to Spencer if you stop.” Jayzus, how am I even more turned on after that threat?
“Wrap your legs around my chest and don’t move.
” I raise my brow and press myself against her so she’s between me and the wall.
Releasing her thigh, I reach behind me and slide my hand into my pocket for the condom.
It takes me way too fucking long to get it on, but drastic measures are needed and I don’t fucking care if there’s a goddamn earthquake followed by a tsunami, we’re fucking right here and now.
“Well, that was a mood killer.”
Funny girl. I’m about to revive the mood. Before I sink inside her, she loosens her grip around my chest and wraps her arms tight around my neck. As soon as her mouth presses against mine, I move her down, my legs getting a serious workout, but it’s totally worth it.
Her tongue demands entrance just as her pussy envelops my dick and holy mother of lust, the warm heat, the snug fit, the…everything…is perfect.
The harder she kisses me, the harder I fuck her. My thrusts are in rhythm with her biting and sucking. We’re battling for control but deep down, we both know she has it all and I fucking love it.
If anyone were to pass by, there would be no mistaking what’s going on. I’m slamming her against the wall with every plunge into her. Her back is taking the same beating as her pussy and to my complete pleasure, she’s a fucking screamer.
If I thought her first orgasm was loud, this whole fucking beach is going to call the fucking cops thinking someone is in danger. The only thing in danger here is her cunt and there’s no fucking way she’s going to complain about it.
“Fuuuuuck!” There it is. I’m trying really fucking hard not to come like a goddamn teen with his first porn magazine but everything about this moment is making my balls ache for release.
The salt in the night air, the slight breeze that feels really fucking good on my naked ass cooling down the heat that’s burning my entire body.
And fuck me, the sound of her moans and cries are akin to getting my prostate played with by someone who actually knows what they’re doing.
Changing my angle so my pelvic bone rubs right against her clit, I hear more than feel the difference.
“Oh fuck! Yes, yes!” There it is.
I’m about to blow so I bring my mouth to her shoulder and bite down, then suck her skin like it’s a direct link to her G spot.
“Ohmygod!” She explodes and I’m right there with her.
I don’t know what fucking muscles she’s using, but holy shit, every part of her is squeezing every part of me, strangling even, and I’m fucking here for it.
I thrust once, then again, until my resolve dies an eruptive death inside the rubber.
My stomach muscles contract, eliciting a grunt that sounds like I’m on my last dying breath.
La petite mort…that’s what the French call an orgasm. Little death. Fucking hell…have I never actually had one before?
No, that’s ridiculous.
“I knew it.” I shake my head at Parker’s words, not quite sure what kind of conversation she’s having with herself. It could be anything from the length of the beach to the distance between each planet or whether Almond Joy is better than Snickers.
Spoiler alert, Snickers wins, always. If it doesn’t have nuts, it’s not worth it.
“What’s that, darlin’?” I put her down, then, just because I can and I want to, I kiss her, licking the seam of her mouth and sucking on her bottom lip before letting her go.
“You’re a good fuck.”
My smirk is genuine pride. I know I’ve got skills. After all, practice makes perfect. But coming from her…it means something.
“Well, that’s convenient for you, then, since I’ll be the last man you ever fuck.”
Yeah, I said that out loud and I’m not even freaking out about it.
Parker West is mine.
And soon, Spence will be too.
I will it so.