by Ryan Michele
Her eyes widen as she remembers. “Oh.” Her lips make the sexiest O. My dick pulsates, wanting to be deep inside her mouth. Her hands grip my leather, pulling me even closer. I’ll let her have this for now. “You think you can do better than this hot sexy machine,” she taunts, wiggling her ass on the seat. I don’t fucking bite. I know I’m better.
“I’m gonna fucking show you. Off the bike, take your jeans off,” I demand.
Princess looks around, taking in our surroundings. She must come to some conclusion in her head because she stands up, takes off her boots, and drags her jeans and underwear down her body. My mouth waters and my dick presses against the zipper of my jeans. I release it from its confines and stroke the hard flesh. Princess’s eyes light up.
“Get up here and put your back to the tank.” Princess does as asked, wiggling a bit to get in a somewhat comfortable position. I’m sure the gas cap isn’t the nicest thing to have in her back, but she deals. I slide my fingers over her hair, her hands coming to my chest as she rises a bit to meet me. I fuck her mouth with my tongue like a starving man. I devour her, eat her, and ravage her with my tongue, teeth and lips, loving the shit out of the noises coming from her.
Princess pulls back and gasps for air, my thumb rubs over the pulse point in her neck, feeling her rapid heartbeat. Her eyes are on fire and I’m sure mine are too because I’m horny as hell. “Lie back, hands on the bars, and don’t fucking move them,” I order as I steady the bike. It wobbles a bit, but I get it under control, clenching my thighs.
Her hands grip the bars, her knees knocking mine. “What are you doing?” she asks and my eyes snap from her sexy wet folds to her.
“Any damn thing I want.” Her head falls back with a small groan and when she lifts it, her eyes are glazed with lust. I line my cock with her opening. Her grip on the bars turning her knuckles white, she wiggles her ass in an effort to get what she wants. Naughty girl. I slap her hard on the thigh, but Princess stays quiet. Her eyes do not. They bore into me like knives stabbing me, so I give her another, only igniting her more.
“Are you going to fuck me or are we just gonna lay here in the sun?” Princess clips. Greedy fucking woman.
“I was going to eat that sweet pussy of yours, but since you’re a fucking smartass, no licks for you.”
“Fuck,” she grumbles. I bend slightly, the crown of my dick at her opening. I grip her shoulder tightly. Without warning her because she’s fucking greedy, I thrust my hips up and at the same time press her shoulder down into me, giving her some added fullness.
Princess moans and her body quivers. “Fucking fuck me,” I murmur. She feels so fucking good, her slick folds pulling me in just a touch more. Her tight pussy squeezing and releasing my dick. Shit. I’m not gonna last. I regain the slightest control. “Brace.” I thrust my hips hard, back and forth, using my hand on her shoulder for leverage with each punishing move. The bike moves, but I’m able to manage.
My thrusts become deeper and harder as my hips work like a well-oiled engine. “Oh God,” she moans in her sexy, I’m-getting-fucked voice. Damn, I love that shit.
“Not God, but close.” A few more quick hard thrusts, and my breath is coming out in spats. I’m not sure if Princess is breathing at all. “You ever get yourself off on your bike again, I’ll paddle that sweet ass of yours red.” And it’s true, unless I’m fucking there and only me. No one else sees my woman come. No one.
I rub three fingers over her clit, back and forth, in quick swipes. Her pussy clamps down on me, telling me she about ready to come. I pull out abruptly.
Princess’s eyes flash open. “No,” she growls and I smirk.
“No way you get to come yet. Turn over.” Princess grumbles but does what I ask. Fuck she is hot as fire. Seeing my name etched in the back of her rag, I growl. Hell yes, she is my fucking property. Just like before, I slam up into her, pulling her into me by the shoulder.
“Fuck,” Princess mutters through ragged breaths.
Thrust after thrust, I can feel it coming. Right there, ready to break free. I pick Princess up from the tank and lean her against my body. With my hands on her hips, I lift her and slam her down hard, her hands gripping my wrists. Princess’s loud moans turn into screams.
The bike tips slightly, so I readjust, and then plow into her over and over. A blood curdling sound comes from my woman, longer than usual and almost has a hint of a cry to it. She explodes all over my dick and I fucking love it. With two more savage thrusts into her body, I explode inside of her, her pussy milking my cock for everything it’s worth. Holy shit.
My head spins. This woman tears me up and I wouldn’t change it for a second. Our breathing eventually calms. I lift Princess off my dick and set her on the bike. She leans forward, resting her torso on the gas tank, her back rising and falling with each breath.
I adjust my sated, wet dick, putting it back in my jeans and zipping up. Princess’s round globes are begging me for a smack, so I do. One and then the other. Princess gasps and sits up. “What the hell was that for?”
Instead, of answering, I pull her lips to mine, kissing her hard and rough. “Get dressed,” I instruct, leaning away from her lips. Her brows furrow, but she does as I say.
She steps in front of me. “You’re definitely better than Sting.”
I kiss her hard and deep. “Damn fucking right.”
Damn, my man turns me inside out. For not giving a shit about Valentine’s Day, I’m now ranking it as my favorite. That was the first time I’ve ever had bike sex. I suggested it once before, with someone other than Cruz and the pansy ass was afraid of tipping the bike. Not my man. My man kept it up no problem with his thick thighs. Fuck me, that just was hot.
Cruz asking me to marry him on the back of my damn bike momentarily threw me for a loop. Then his demand that I marry him made my pussy quiver. I love him and there was no other answer than yes. I’ve never been this happy, ever.
After cleaning up, Cruz checks his phone and there’s a message from my brother. All the guys and their women are meeting at Bimbo’s for a round, and when Cruz asks if I want to go, I say why the hell not. What I have planned for him is for later.
The ride back to Sumner is peaceful. Cruz even puts out his hand and we hold on to each other while riding a bit. It’s such a loving rush. It might just be my new favorite thing. We take a different way back, this one longer, but the scenery is beautiful.
We walk into the bar hand in hand, and our names are immediately shouted. After giving everyone hugs, I take a seat with Casey and Blaze while Cruz heads over with the brothers.
“So, did Cruz remember Valentine’s Day?” Casey chuckles and takes a sip of her soda. She looks absolutely stunning. After the shit time she’s had, the look of pure happiness lighting up her face is priceless.
“Nah. Coop reminded him.” The waitress arrives and I order a beer, wanting to go light since I’m riding. “What about my brother? Did he?”
Casey flat out laughs. “Uh, no. When I told him Happy Valentine’s Day this morning, he said, ‘Don’t tell me you’re into that shit.’” She shrugs. “Typical guy. So, I showed him exactly what I was into.” She wiggles her eyebrows.
“All right.” I stop her, holding up my hand in warning. “I don’t want to hear the details of you fucking my brother, thank you very much.”
“So, you don’t want to know that I rode him then he finished me off doggie?” She snickers, the little wench. I glare at her, or try to but fall very short. “Come on, you know it’s funny.”
I roll my eyes when Blaze starts cracking up, too. “What about you? Tug remember?” I have a feeling I already know this answer. Tug is that guy.
“Absolutely.” I was right. That man has a serious romantic streak, who the hell would have thought that? “I woke up this morning to a large peacock feather moving up and down my body, from the top of my head to the tip of my toes and everywhere in between.” I can totally envision that and damn it’s hot. “Then…” She trails off,
seemingly deep in sensual thoughts, then snaps out. “You know.” She waves her hand dismissively. Oh, I know, all right. “We hung out, went to X, and came here.”
“Where in the hell did he get a peacock feather?” Casey asks, scrunching her nose. “I’ve only seen a real one of those at a zoo.”
Blaze shrugs. “All I know is every touch of that damn thing made my skin come alive. That’s all that matters.” She pauses. “I’m definitely keeping that damn thing. We will have round two.” We all laugh.
“I didn’t expect Cruz to remember and I really don’t care about it. It’s just a day and I tell him I love him all the time. It’s what I have planned for him later that I’m ready for.” I smirk, thinking of the delectable ways I’m going to feast on the hunk of a man standing across the bar. His gaze meets mine, his eyes turning dark as if he’s reading my thoughts. I can’t fucking wait.
“What do you have planned?” Casey asks, breaking me out of my stare. I shake it off, and try to focus on her.
“I’m not saying.” I know I’m a bitch for bringing it up and not telling, but I don’t give a shit. This is between my man and me.
“Come on. I need some ideas,” Blaze says, leaning forward, elbows propped on the table, listening intently to my every word.
I laugh. “Too damn bad. Google it.”
Blaze mock pouts. “I asked Tug the other day if I could tie him to the bed and he refused. Damn man. Then I asked him if I could massage him, nope on that one too. He said he’d much rather massage me. Whatever.” Casey and I laugh. I couldn’t see any of the Ravage men letting their women truss them up… ever. At least she had the balls to ask.
“GT does like a good rubdown.” Casey’s finger moves to her mouth and she taps it as if deep in thought. Geeze. I ignore her.
The waitress brings the beer and I twist off the cap.
“What the hell?” Casey rips my hand away from the bottle, almost sending it crashing to the floor. She inspects every inch of my ring, holding my finger up. “You’re engaged? That should have been the first words out of your damn mouth!”
She places my hand in Blaze’s and her eyes grow wide. “Oh shit, girl. It’s gorgeous.”
Oh, hell, it is beautiful. When Cruz pulled out the ring, he got me. I was not expecting it at all. Black on black with white diamonds—it just fits me perfectly. Blaze lets go of my hand, stands up, and whistles. She’s gotten really good at commanding attention.
All eyes fall on her. “Drinks are in order! Princess and Cruz are getting married.” Oh shit. Other ol’ ladies and brothers come up, hugging me. Cruz tucks me close to his chest, saving me from some of them, but it’s the smile on his face that gets me. Every damn time.
After laughs, dancing, and a few more to drink, Cruz and I head home. It’s always nice to spend time with the brothers and my friends, but being kid-free, I need my man alone. Now.
Strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into a hard, sculpted body. Cruz’s heat consumes me, making my knees tremble. His lips meet my ear and shocks wrack my body. “Watching you dance and shake your ass got me rock hard.” He thrusts his hardness against my ass, moving it up and down my crack. “I was so fucking close to pulling you off that dance floor and fucking you on the bar.” My blood boils. This is good. It will take the edge off Cruz for a bit. Even though I want to drive him mad, I know my and his limitations. And I plan on having him so worked up later, we can have a replay.
“What are you gonna do about it, tough guy?” I wiggle my ass and he groans deeply. His hand moves down to the button of my jeans and he releases it, then pulls down the zipper. I try to keep my knees locked in fear of collapsing to the ground.
His hot breath remains at my ear. “Fuck you till you can’t walk then fuck you again.” My whole body quivers, right down to my pussy. His fingers move inside my underwear, finding my throbbing clit and making slow methodical movements. My knees buckle, but he holds me tight against him, preventing my fall.
“Oh God.” The whispered words escape my lips as two of his fingers plunge into my wet heat. I am always so damn wet for this man. Anytime, day or night, I’m ready for him. His strokes come swifter and I can feel the buzz flowing through my body. He pulls his hand away and I instantly reach for his wrist, trying to halt his movements, but he’s too quick or I’m too horny, I’m not sure which. Either way, it’s my turn to groan.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he teases and I have half a mind to stomp on his damn foot, but say and do nothing. He chuckles. “Take it off. Now!” he demands in that sexy, gruff voice that fires up every part of my body. He backs away and I hesitate, until a sharp pain stings my ass. Fuck.
“What the hell was that for?” I try to turn to him, but his hands grip my arms, keeping me in place.
“I said, take your fucking pants off. I won’t say it again.” His voice comes out in a rumbling growl, and my anger dissipates as the burn from his smack spreads through me. I give in and remove the garments, along with my boots. He keeps a grip on my hip, not letting go once.
I rise and feel his strong, hard dick push into my lower back. I want to reach back and grab it, but his hands are firmly planted. Damn man. He pulls my rag over my arms. My shirt is removed so fast my arms move up of their own accord. I stand there in shock, when I really shouldn’t be.
One second we are standing in the entryway of the house and the next, he has me turned around, my back firmly pressed into the living room wall. His lips are on my neck giving soft then hard licks and nips. God, that feels so good. My head rests against the wall, needing the extra support to stay upright. I grip the front of his shirt tight, wanting and needing him this minute. Instead of complying, he pulls away from my hands, reaches around back, unclasps my bra, and begins sensuously torturing my nipples.
He sucks, hard, so hard my nipple touches the roof of his mouth and sends lightning straight to my unattended clit. Fuck me. It feels so good that I don’t want him to stop, but I do so he can fuck me, yet I don’t because it feels so damn good. My thoughts are so jumbled that I don’t know what’s up or down at the moment.
“Wide,” he commands, gently kicking my feet apart, and I do. When he nudges me again, I move wider. A strong slap to my clit has me on the verge of climax. Just one more and I’ll set off. “I can see you’re close, but baby, you’re coming on my cock and first I need to eat. So your ass had better hold on because if you fucking come, you won’t come again for a long fucking time. I’ll keep you on edge so long you’ll be hurting.”
My body shudders and when Cruz kneels down, lifting my leg over his shoulder, I almost fall to the floor. Once he steadies me, his lips, tongue and teeth begin their vicious yet amazing assault on my poor pussy. His tongue darts out, wiggling back and forth mercilessly on my clit, spiraling me into oblivion. It takes every part of my control to hold on to the orgasm that wants desperately to break through. When he moves away from my clit, I’m both sad because I want more and happy because I can hold onto myself for a few more seconds.
His rough tongue leaves no part of my folds untouched. His finger breaches the ring of my ass and my grip on his shoulders intensifies. I scream when he nip my tiny, sensitive bud and he moves his teeth back and forth over my swollen flesh. Oh God.
My orgasm is right there and it is so hard to hold on to, but I don’t want him spanking my ass. Sure, it’ll get me off, but it will prolong him fucking me and right now, I need his dick in me like I need air to breathe.
“Please, baby,” I utter, pleading and begging. His head moves away from my body and I look down at him. Cruz’s face is covered in my slick juices. His tongue darts out, licking all the way around his mouth. Oh God, that’s fucking hot.
“What do you need?” Cruz’s eyes throb with lust and love pours out of them.
“You, baby. Just you.” I thread my fingers through his hair as he rises, crashing his lips to mine. I can taste myself on his tongue and dive in for more. I need more, want more.
“Unbutton me a
nd stroke me.” Cruz’s words come out between clenched teeth. He’s holding on just about as well as I am and I haven’t even touched him yet. I love having this effect on my man. I quickly unbuckle his belt, undo his jeans, and pull them down to the floor. His boots prevent me from taking them off, which is perfectly fine with me. There’s something about my man wanting me so damn bad he doesn’t take the time to worry about taking his clothes completely off first. Love it.
I glide my hand up and down his length, giving him squeezes along the way, especially the tip. He loves that shit. I need to suck him, feel him in my mouth, down my throat. I bend my knees and am stopped before I touch the floor. I look up at him.
“No,” he grounds out, his hands going under my armpits then to my ass, lifting me up so my legs go around his body, his dick pressing against my pussy.
He lifts me a bit higher, my legs draped over the sides of his arms as he holds me tight against the wall. He doesn’t let go of me, but instantly his dick finds its home, but he doesn’t give me it. Just his tip enters my body and I want to slap him, but my hands are currently around his neck, holding on tight. “Put it in!” I yell. His mischievous eyes meet mine and he pulls fully out. “You ass.”
“Shut your fucking mouth and take it as I give it.” I want to retort and I probably will later, but not now. I want him too badly. I want to come. I want this throbbing ache to explode. I need it to so I zip my lips. He smirks. I feel the head of his dick at my entrance and wait. He moves the head in and out so many times I almost lose it just from that small touch. God, I need him. I don’t say the words because that will just prolong it.