Moto

by M. Never

  “Get on the bed and kneel beneath the cuffs,” Dev murmurs in my ear, and my eyes snap open. It’s the moment of truth. Can I do this? My morbid fascination with the unknown answers for me as I climb onto the bed and position myself under the dangling cuffs. Dev moves with me, settling behind me on the mattress. There are no words, only silent directions. He lifts my hands above my head, kissing my upper arms as he does. He fastens one wrist swiftly, and then the other just as fast. My heart speeds up as my limbs are elongated, tethered by the stiff cuffs.

  “Damn.” Dev encircles me with his arms, groping both breasts while sucking on the base of my neck. I feel completely helpless, barely able to move.

  “I’m going to make you feel so good, butterfly.” He unhooks the front clasp of my bra, continuing to fondle me. Dev’s hands are miraculous. His touch is like no other. It’s always purposeful, provocative, and eliciting. He takes in a way that is so artful, you don’t even realize he’s stealing until it’s too late.

  “Pick a safe word.” He runs the tips of his fingers up and down my sides. I break out into chills as I try to rack my brain.

  “Chassis.”

  Dev freezes. “For real?”

  “Is that a bad one?”

  “No, just a new one.” He chuckles. “I was expecting red.” He tickles me, and I jump.

  “Dev!” I’m helpless to his assault. “Dev, please!”

  “Mmm . . . That’s only the first of many times I’m going to make you scream those words.” His devilish threat is palpable, leaving no question he means every single syllable.

  Dev shifts on the bed, me unable to see him behind me.

  “It’s about to go dark, butterfly.” He covers my eyes with a satin mask, stealing my eyesight.

  My remaining senses immediately heighten, making me highly aware of my surroundings all of a sudden. The smell of the candles, the heat from the flames, the sound of Dev’s footsteps moving around the room.

  My bare skin is the most sensitive of all, picking up the lightest draft from the air vents.

  “Chilly, butterfly?” Dev sucks one of my hard nipples into his mouth.

  “A little,” I sigh.

  “You won’t be for long. I promise.”

  After that statement, there’s nothing. No sound or words or interaction. I just hang there waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting . . . for what?

  “Dev?” I finally whimper, the deprivation weighing on me.

  “I’m right here.” His smooth voice tickles my ear. How long has he been that close?

  Something else then tickles me. I jolt as a soft sensation runs down the front of my body. The light touch somehow feeling like a ten-pound stone.

  “What is that?” I tense as he changes directions, brushing it across my torso before moving it up to my aching breasts.

  “Ostrich feather.” Dev’s voice is deep—highly aroused. He circles the tip of each nipple, causing me to sharply draw in air, tingles vibrating through every limb.

  “Oh!” It feels so strange, and erotic and illicit. I’m strung up, helpless, at the mercy of a feather and an irresistible man. I stretch my body and drop my head, relinquishing to the foreign affects.

  “So pretty.” Dev kisses my jaw as he slides down my thong, leaving it stretched around my thighs. Even though I can’t see him, I can pick up on his heavy, hungry breathing.

  “Why do you like this?” I ask, curiously.

  “What’s not to like?” He tickles my clit with the feather, and I quiver. “You at my mercy to do with what I please. The power. The responsibility. The pleasure. The ultimate control. There’s no bigger turn-on for me.” He tickles me again, ruthlessly this time, and I struggle.

  “Okay, okay!” I laugh through choked tears.

  “Uncle?” He laughs.

  “Yes.”

  “Not quite,” he disagrees, sucking my aching clit between his teeth.

  “Oh!” I spasm as he indulges in my vulnerable state.

  “It’s going to get a little more intense,” he warns, as he runs the tip of his tongue along my swollen folds. “What’s your safe word, butterfly?”

  “Chassis,” I reiterate.

  “Good.”

  There’s a sudden pinch on my skin. “Holy!” It rolls all the way up my stomach and between my breasts, leaving a prickling sensation in its wake. I erupt in another wave of chills, my clit unexpectedly pulsating.

  “Dev!” I yank on the chains.

  “Easy, Kayla.”

  “What is that?” I heave.

  “It’s a Wartenberg pinwheel.” He skims it over one nipple, the point of the spike doing inexplicable things.

  “Oh my God.” My entire body constricts as he reverses it over the same nipple again.

  “Dev! Dev!” I pant hysterically.

  “So fucking sexy.” He drags it down the center of my body in a steady flow, stopping right at the apex of my thighs. He hesitates for an elongated second, knowing the delay leaves me teetering on a razor-sharp edge.

  The first bite of spikes over my clit knocks the wind out of me. I’ve never felt anything like it, the prickly sensation playing a mind game. On one hand, I’m terrified of it piercing the fragile flesh; on the other, the sensations it brings forth are ferociously arousing.

  “Holy fuck!” I wheeze, my body shivering as he rolls it back and forth. I’m literally crying from the blast of excitability. “Dev, please! Dev, please!” I’m not even sure what I’m begging for—I just know I need something. For him to stop? For him to press harder? I’m a chaotic mess of scattered sensation, and I just need him.

  Dev must sense my unraveling, because a sudden shift occurs before the pinwheel is yanked away and my legs are ripped wide open, the material of my thong tearing apart. Mutely, he lifts me off the bed and impales me on his straining cock. My body splitting in two.

  We both rebound a wail of desperation, of raging lust and fiery need.

  “Fuck, Kayla!” Dev’s hips punch strenuously, his cock like a hydraulic press pounding into me mercilessly.

  “Please! Please! Make me come!” I scream as my muscles clench and my core burns. “Make me come!” I hang from the chains helplessly.

  Of all the times I’ve been with Dev or Reese, together or alone, it has never been like this. Never been so brutal or bloodthirsty.

  We grind and grunt and hump and maul each other until it hurts, until we explode in a fury of pleasure. My elbows lock and my back breaks as I come all over Dev’s throbbing cock, a warm, wet flood of arousal making a mess of us both.

  The two of us sag with exhaustion as the tremors take their time to pass, a draining feeling zapping my consciousness. Dev just holds me, still tethered and blindfolded, straddled over his lap as we float in a sea of satisfaction.

  I didn’t think it was possible, after everything I’ve experienced with these two men, I could be changed on another elemental level. But Dev proved me wrong because I am no longer the woman who walked blindly into this room.

  I’m reborn.

  I wake up to the soft brushes of Dev’s lips against my cheek.

  “Morning, butterfly,” he moans softly as I lethargically come around.

  “Already?” I smirk drowsily. “What time is it?”

  “Yes,” he muses. “It’s nearly ten.” I flutter my eyes open and meet Dev’s vibrant blue ones. “I thought you could use a bath to loosen up those stiff muscles.”

  I gaze up at him curiously. Stiff? I shift on the mattress. “Oh,” I wince as parts of my body I didn’t know could hurt throb. Last night was . . . I don’t even think I have words to describe it . . . the most extreme, heart-pounding sexual experience of my life. And all I want is more. More of Dev’s lips and tongue and dark erotic desires.

  The sound of the running water drifting from the bathroom beckons me awake.

  “I’m in.” I smile indulgently.

  “Did you think you actually had a choice?” Dev asks as he gingerly pulls me up. Damn, my body really does hurt. Yo
u’d think someone who works out as much as I do could endure the punishing I took last night, but that’s apparently not the case, because as I get closer and closer to the filling tub, my sore muscles bellow for the relief they know the hot water can provide.

  Dev turns the handles to cut the running water, then helps me into the tub. He climbs in after me, pulling me against his body so my back is pressed against his front. Then he works magic, massaging the perfect place between my shoulder blades, where the knots are the tightest.

  “Holy hell.” My eyes roll into the back of my head as he circles his thumbs, kneading away the pain. “Your hands . . .” My sentence is swallowed up as he presses a little harder, and my body sings in joyous hymns.

  “My hands?” He kisses the curve of my neck sweetly.

  “Your hands . . .” I can only moan.

  “My hands love your body.” He finishes my sentence.

  “Clearly. You showed me how much last night.”

  “Yes, I did,” he agrees proudly.

  “I can’t wait to find out what else they can do.” I sigh, relaxing against him.

  “A few old tricks and maybe some new ones.”

  “Well, I’m looking forward to both.” I pull his arm tighter around me and trace the cursive writing spiraling around his forearm. I know every word to the song etched underneath the ripped skin by heart.

  “Enjoy yourself last night?” his voice rises in interest.

  “I think my multiple orgasms can answer that question.”

  “Yes, they can.” I feel his smile against the nape of my neck. “And I enjoyed every one.”

  “So did I,” I purr, watching out the window over the tub as snow falls lightly from the gray sky.

  “So can I take your enthusiasm as an open invitation to explore some more?”

  “I think my multiple orgasms can answer that question, too.”

  “Wiseass.” He bites my neck playfully, fastening his arms securely around me. I squeal, squirming, as he nibbles up and down. The water splashing over the side of the tub. It’s larger than a builder grade but smaller than a whirlpool, the white container fitting our two bodies just comfortably enough.

  Once Dev finishes torturing me, we settle in, snuggling up in the steaming water. I play with his hand, turning it this way and that, pressing our palms together, measuring how much longer his fingers are than mine.

  “Why did you become a doctor?” I ask.

  “I always liked biology.” He playfully runs his hands down my sides. “And the study of the human anatomy.”

  “I bet.” I giggle. “Really, though? Did you always want to be a cardiologist?” I attempt to be serious. Funny, as long as we’ve known each other, and as intimate as we are, that simple question seems to have been evaded.

  “I always wanted to help people,” he says reflectively. “My original concentration was sports medicine. I wanted to work with pro athletes.”

  “And what happened? Why the change?”

  “Just wasn’t in the cards. Fate had a different plan.”

  “Do you regret it?” I look back at him. “Not going into sports medicine?”

  “Regret it? No. But I used to wonder.”

  “About?” I pry.

  “About where I’d be if I had pursued it. For a long time actually.”

  “And now?”

  “Now?” He encircles me again in his strong arms. “I have no doubt I’m where I’m supposed to be.” He presses his lips securely to mine. “With the person I’m supposed to be with.” Dev slides his tongue along the seam of my lips. “Happier than I’ve ever been in my life.”

  “Mmm,” I groan, as he invades my mouth and clutches me solidly. Our lips fusing with hot sparks.

  “I’m glad you’re here with me. And I’m happy you’re happy.” I turn and straddle him, a willing prisoner in his embrace.

  “Are you happy, Kayla?” Dev asks with an abundance of emotion.

  “So happy,” I expel. “Deliriously happy. So stupidly.” I savor his mouth. “Absurdly, insanely happy.”

  The warm water splashes as our lips clash and our need ignites.

  It never takes much; Dev’s mere presence causes our chemistry to combust. It always has—from the moment we met.

  “I wouldn’t change one thing,” Dev murmurs between hungry bites. “Not one single thing from my past if it means I get to be here, with you, right now.”

  “You are here, and you have me.” I slide against his slippery body seductively. Dev’s electric-blue eyes burn. I love the way he looks at me. It’s consuming. Absorbing. He doesn’t have to say a word for me to feel the devouring love we both share.

  “Tell me you love me.” I rub my starving slit against his hardening cock.

  “I love you.” He doesn’t hesitate. “I’ve loved you from the first moment I saw you, laughing in the nurses’ lounge, lighting up the whole world. Lighting me up without even knowing it.”

  “I know it now.” I touch his bottom lip delicately.

  “Yes, you do. Never forget it. Never forget what you mean to me, no matter what happens.”

  “I won’t. And the only thing that’s going to happen is I’m going to ride you until we both come.” I silence our conversation with a heady kiss, sinking down onto Dev’s long, thick awaiting cock.

  “Mmm . . . ,” he growls against my mouth as I engulf him completely in my wet, blazing heat.

  I don’t rock at first, I just sit with him inside me, relishing the close physical connection and losing myself in the emotional one.

  “I wouldn’t change one thing from my past,” he reiterates, clenching his jaw, the feel of my pussy testing him, “if it means you’re my future.”

  “I want to be.” I roll my hips sparingly, taking slow pleasure in his twitching cock.

  “I want that more than anything.” He cups both my breasts, drawing me closer, our mouths rough as he rubs both my nipples with the pads of his thumbs.

  I mewl as his hands elevate the sensations, the seated, tight position forcing Dev’s cock to continuously rub my g-spot, like tinder sparking a kindling flame. We stay connected, forehead to forehead, eye to eye, breaths mingling, hips conjoined, grinding brutally as our arousal inflates as quickly as a helium balloon.

  “Tell me you love me. Tell me you love me while you come,” Dev strains, rubbing my nipples more abrasively. I tighten my grip on his face, my core blistering, my breath rapidly accelerating. “I never want you to stop saying it.”

  “I won’t.” I squeeze my eyes shut, so fucking close to the jagged edge of bliss.

  “Good, because this is just the beginning.” He lifts his hips, digging in just a little deeper, causing more friction. “Later, I’m sprawling you out on the bed, burying my face in your pussy and licking you”—he flicks his tongue against my mouth mimicking exactly how he plans to pleasure me—“for hours just so I can hear you scream how much you love me over and over again.”

  “Oh fuck,” I choke, his perverse words send me spiraling. “I love you!” I fly apart. “I love you!” I ride him hard as explosion after explosion leaves my insides an orgasmic wasteland.

  “Fuck, Kayla!” Dev squeezes my breasts roughly as he comes, throwing his head back as my seizing inner walls reign over his paralyzing climax. “I love you more.” He heaves, his body locking up beneath me, cords of muscle bulging from his neck and tattooed biceps.

  Winded, our overworked bodies both succumb to the hot water’s draw, pulling us down and entrapping us in heated delirium.

  I half float, half lay on Dev, daydreaming euphorically about the future and all the promising possibilities it holds.

  It’s been a little over a month since I left, and I can honestly say I’ve never felt this tired or lonely. I used to love the thrill of a new season, but for some reason, it just feels lackluster. Maybe it’s because I’ve been out of the groove longer than I ever have before. Maybe it’s because our lead engineer unexpectedly retired, and working with someone brand
new is a challenge I wasn’t prepared for. Maybe it’s because, for the first time, I wish I wasn’t sleeping alone.

  The first test was not as stellar as I had hoped. We have a lot of work to do to align what I need while unlocking the max performance of the bike. It’s always a trial of the engineer’s and rider’s abilities, but I know it can be done.

  I sink into the mattress in my silent hotel room. I’ve only been in Malaysia a few days, and although I don’t normally miss the States while I’m gone, today is particularly hard. I close my eyes and begin to drift off. I’m hoping tomorrow will be a better day, but before I can fully immerse myself in sleep, my phone rings. I barely move from my burial position as I reach for the nightstand. When I look at the screen, I break out into a smile. I hit the green button and wait for the video chat to connect.

  “Hey, moto,” Kayla beams.

  “Hey, beautiful.”

  “Happy birthday.” She blows me a kiss.

  “Thank you. How did you know?”

  “A guy who looks just like you told me.”

  “Oh, yeah. I’m sort of jealous he’s the only one who gets to spend it with you.”

  “Well, if you weren’t halfway around the world, I would give you your present in person,” she flirts, “but for now . . .” There’s a knock on my door.

  “Hang on.” I climb out of bed to answer it. On the other side is a man holding a small chocolate cake with glowing candles and a small wrapped box.

  I look at the phone. “Are you responsible for this?”

  “Guilty. I couldn’t let the day pass without seeing you blow out your candles.”

  I can’t stifle my elation. And like the excited child I am, I blow out the candles, the loneliness disappearing as quickly as the flames. The man hands me the cake and small box with a wide smile, bowing as he backs away.

  I close the door, drop the cake on an end table, and crawl back into bed.

  “Thanks, Kayla.”

  “You’re welcome. When you get home, I’ll give you your real present. But that one will have to do for now.”

  I hold the box up and shake it next to my ear. It weighs next to nothing. I tear the red paper off while Kayla watches. I pop open the lid and break out in a fit of laughter.