But he grabbed my ass first. Stroking and tantalizing me with his strong rough hands. I moaned louder, making it clear to him that I wanted him now.
His hands moved down from my ass to the insides of my legs. He surveyed the length of them, leaving a trail of goosebumps on my flesh along the way. I could see myself in one of the bike’s rearview mirrors, seeing flashes of Ghost behind me as he moved.
His fingers slipped into my panties, pushing the fabric aside so he could see for himself just how wet I was now. Just how soaked it was.
“Tasty,” he growled in my ear, before his other hand moved inside my shirt and he snapped off my bra. I shuddered as he pulled it out from one arm of my shirt and threw it to the ground. Then with both arms wound around me, he grabbed my tits.
Oh, the feel of his thick fingers pinching and stroking my erect nipples…I was soaring. So wet. So close to just giving up and flicking my own clit. I wanted to come.
His hands were all over me. The back of my neck, massaging my hips, on my ass again. And then he suddenly pushed himself against me, his hips roughly pushing me onto the bike. I heard him grunt before he pushed up my skirt with one hand and thrust his cock into me.
I gasped. It was so sudden. So sexy. I didn’t have time to think because he started pounding me. His cock filled me up. Big and strong. Just like his muscular body. In. In. In. So deep. I was pinned to his bike. I barely got a chance to look up at myself in the mirror. I bit into the leather of his seat while he stroked my clit with his arm around me.
His cock and his fingers. An explosive combination. I was going to come.
“Ghost…please…let me come…” I begged through ragged breaths. He thrust in harder and then grunted approvingly. That was all I needed to hear. I let go. I was coming. He was coming too. Our voices became louder, our moans deep and animalistic. We came together on his bike like we were the only two people in the world. I lost track of time…
* * *
Just when I thought we were done, Ghost grabbed me by my waist and whipped me around to face him. My skirt was still bunched up around my waist, and I was still shaking from the intensity of that orgasm…and he just stared into my eyes and kissed me.
I wasn’t expecting it and he took my breath away.
I sank into him, wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned into him. I didn’t care who was watching anymore, but I hoped someone did. I wanted everyone to know and see just how crazy I was about him. To see what I could do to him. I knew he felt the same about me, and there was no doubt in my mind anymore. I was so sure about everything.
When he pulled away from me, I was breathless but I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been happy like this.
“Do you want to go inside? I have a room upstairs,” he said in a low voice, almost whispering in my ear. All I had to do was nod and he lifted me up in his arms, high up in the air. My legs dangled as he carried me inside. I threw my head back and laughed. I would never have enough of this man.
“Where is everybody?” I asked when I noticed how empty the clubhouse was.
“Most of them have gone on a ride. Mary-Beth is in the cellar with Crash. Sophie’s probably taking a nap. There’s nobody else here. Just you and me.” He carried me up the stairs to his room. I’d never been in there before but it smelled familiar, smelled of him.
He put me down and I ran up to his bed and sank in, rolling between the sheets and giggling like a giddy teenager. He joined me, jumping into bed with me and stroking my arms and legs, kissing the tip of my nose and my chin.
I rubbed my hand over his stubble, enjoying the roughness.
I kissed his forehead and his cheeks and then his mouth. He devoured me quickly, sucking me in and I rolled over on top of him.
I was ready for him again, needed him inside me again. Once more…and maybe that would be enough. Would it?
I rocked on him, feeling the tautness of his bare body on my fingertips. He was so sexy. So big and strong and dangerous and yet, when he looked at me, I could see a gentleness behind those smoldering brown eyes.
I sank into him, taking his cock deep inside me and slowly, we moved together again. This time, neither of us was as hungry. We weren’t in a rush to come. We were going to take it slow.
I placed my hands on his chest while I rocked, looking into his eyes while my hair swished on top of him. He reached for my tits and I pulled my top off and threw it to the floor. Now he could see them bouncing perfectly in front of him. I’d lost my bra. I didn’t care.
I laughed with joy as he grabbed my hips and started moving a little faster. His cock was so thick inside me. Already, my juices were coating it. I was going to flood him. I touched myself, closing my eyes and turning my face to the ceiling as I built it up.
That deep hungry desire to be devoured by him. I could burn up in flames right now and wouldn’t care. I just wanted to ride him.
