‘O he’s asked, he keeps texting me and I keep fobbing him off. My parents would be beyond mortified.’
‘How old are you?’ I laughed as I swerved around another car and felt her hands grip me tighter and the sound of her breathing speeding up in my headset. She was loving this as much as I was.
‘Don’t you start. I’ve had Tiffany, my best friend, on at me to screw what they think and just go for it.’
‘So why don’t you?’
‘I’m titled, I live in a palace, it’s hardly conducive to a relationship with a council estate biker.’
‘We’re not living in medieval times anymore. If you want to date someone, date them. Why the hell should your parents dictate who you can or can’t see? Do they expect to fix you up with an arranged marriage?’
‘My father would if he could.’
‘What’s the worst that can happen? They cut you off, ignore you for a while?’
‘I’m not so bothered about the money, I’m making a good living off my modelling. I just can’t bear to see the look of disappointment on their faces. It would be like me going out with one of the servants, it would be shameful for them.’
‘Eve Myers,’ I sighed. ‘You’re telling me if you had children of your own, you’d force them to ignore their heart and do what was expected of them, following some centuries old tradition?’
‘No, but …’
‘Then why do you not set those standards for your own happiness?’ I interrupted. ‘Life’s too short to make yourself miserable to keep others happy. If you really think he’s the guy that could make your heart sing, if he gives you butterflies every time you think about him, make a date. He could be your forever guy, worth all the drama with your parents, or you might go out with him a few times and find he’s not who you thought he was and your parents never even need to find out. Or he could be shit in bed. Try before you buy.’
‘Logan,’ she laughed, then sighed. ‘He does give me the butterflies. Serious butterflies, I’m getting them now just thinking about him. Men get them too?’
‘We do, when it’s the girl of our dreams,’ I replied.
‘You’ve found your forever girl?’ she asked.
‘I sure have,’ I confirmed, knowing in my heart Summer was it for me. ‘Sadly it seems that I’m not her forever guy.’
‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered. ‘That sucks.’
‘Thanks.’ I blinked a few times, it seemed we had even more in common. The need for someone it seemed we couldn’t have. Someone we desperately wanted. Maybe that was why I hadn’t fucked Eve back in the garage as planned. While I’d thought that I wanted to fuck Summer out of my system, I didn’t want to obliterate that memory of the last time I’d had her pinned beneath me, making love to her. Of the feel of her body under mine, the tightness of her sweet, delicious cunt rippling around my shaft, the perfect swell of her breasts and her large nipples that filled my mouth. Damn her. Was it possible to love and hate someone at the same time? Because Christ knows, I really wanted to hate her for what she’d done to me. I gulped suddenly as I heard my own words back in my head. Love and hate. When the hell did love come into it? Was I falling in love with her? Was that why her rejection hurt so badly? Fuck!
Eve
Logan was right of course, I was a grown woman in the 21st century, I should be able to date whoever the hell I choose, my parents should be ecstatic just to see me happy. Would it be so wrong to see Dale a few times, to get a feel for whether this was just a case of crazy lust because he was so far off my usual type, or if it really was genuine? I mean, just as I might worry he was beneath my usual standards, he might think I was too posh for his, when he got to know me. Or maybe we’d find that none of that even mattered the more dates we went on. Maybe class divides were really a thing of the past, that they should be entombed along with my relatives of old, in the stone crypt in the grounds, spoken only about in historical papers, no place for them in the modern world. If only life was so simple and black and white I thought.
I shook my head and decided focussing on Logan’s skill in riding this powerful bike was a far easier task, and more thrilling than debating my future. Live in the now, Eve, I told myself, as he accelerated on the open road ahead of us and I laughed as the adrenaline tore through my body. It was about forty minutes later when he veered off the main roads and started following some country lanes, reminding me to lean with him as he took the corners. My heart was beating wildly in my chest as he barked instructions, to lean left then right, and told me what he was doing with the controls. This beat any thrill I got from a catwalk show in Milan or New York. I loved it. He slowed down and suddenly banked to the left, through an open gate and over a rough concrete road cutting across a field and pulled up.
‘Where the hell are we?’ I uttered, as he instructed me to get off and swap places with him.
‘An old army airstrip, if you’re going to learn to ride this bike, better to do it with no other motorists on the road.’
‘You’re really going to let me have a go?’ I asked as I slid forward and he tucked in behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder.
‘You’ll move your hands and feet over mine, that way I can correct if you make a mistake. After you’ve had a go for a while, then I’m going to show you proper speed down the whole runway and trust me, it’s going to be a thrill in more than one way, which will blow your mind.’
‘How do you make everything sound so damn sexy?’ I moaned.
‘An inherent talent, sweetheart,’ he chuckled, as he started the engine again and headed to the end of the runway. I looked at the concrete stretching off into the distance, beyond my line of sight, the darkness gobbled it up, but to be an airstrip, a runway had to be long. I was beyond excited.
‘Why is it just open? Won’t joyriders come on here?’
‘It’s usually kept locked. I have connections. Right, I’ll give instructions and you follow, it will all be you, Eve.’
‘I’m ready,’ I nodded, as I gripped his hands even tighter.
‘Logan that was amazing,’ I sighed, as we finished our fourth journey down the runway. I really felt like I’d been riding her on my own that last time and it felt so fast.
‘Ready for me to blow your mind?’ Logan enquired.
‘Hell yeah,’ I laughed. Not sure how he could improve on that. I screamed as he revved, wheel spinning away and opened her up. ‘Holy shit,’ I yelled as she picked up speed. I looked down at the speedometer and screamed with delight as he tore up the runway. I’d never even been this fast in a car. I heard him laughing behind me as I whooped with delight, I knew I should feel scared, I was with a virtual stranger, with no knowledge of his bike handling ability, not wearing leather protective gear, but somehow I trusted him. He just inspired it. I knew he could go faster, he was holding back, he wasn’t totally reckless. I quickly revised that assessment as he started to slow down when we reached the markers for the end of the runway and ordered me to take control of the handlebars, sliding his hands away. ‘Logan?’
‘Don’t worry, we’ll slow right down, just turn her around ready for the next run,’ he advised in a reassuring voice. I did as I was told and took my eyes off the road when I felt his hands move to tug at the zip on my jacket. ‘Watch where you’re going, Eve. Eyes on the road at all times.’
‘What are you doing?’ I asked, as he parted the leather and reached up to palm my breasts.
‘Nothing beats the thrill of a climax at speed,’ he murmured, as he slowly unzipped the bra to release my nipples.
‘O shit,’ I groaned, as I tried to focus on turning the bike around.
‘Lift yourself up for me,’ he ordered as his hands moved down to my crotch.
‘Seriously?’ I gasped, as we started moving down the runway again, slowly.
‘Seriously. You have a very big bill to cover, sweetheart,’ he chuckled sexily as he tugged at the zip. ‘Don’t make me repeat myself, lift your backside up.’ I did as I was told with a gulp. As
if the chill of the air wasn’t bad enough on my nipples, to feel the breeze on my naked pussy as well?
‘Shit,’ I repeated, as he instructed me to sit again, the warm leather rubbing against my still swollen wet lips and he put one hand back on the handle bars as he picked up speed.
‘How turned on are you right now?’ he asked, as his free hand started to caress one of my exposed breasts.
‘About to ruin the leather of the seat,’ I replied, as I tried to keep my focus on the concrete strip ahead of me.
‘Then you’ll have to clean it up when we’re done, with your tongue.’
‘You’re a kinky sod,’ I uttered, as my nipples started to sting and my pussy started to throb again. The vibrations of the bike rising up through me had been bad enough before, but now I had nothing between my clit and the seat? Holy shit.
‘You’re the one half-naked on a bike in the middle of nowhere with a stranger, sweetheart,’ he reminded me, as he sharply pinched my nipple. I screamed and writhed on the seat as I started to pant. ‘How much would you love for me to stop, get my cock out and have you fuck me while we ride?’
‘O my God,’ I groaned, as I fought to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head. Sex with a biker was bad enough, but sex on a bike? Was that even on the fantasy list I’d given him? Or was he ad-libbing? Because holy hell ... I had no words.
‘Imagine that throbbing engine between your thighs, you bent over, your clit pressed against the warm leather feeling those vibrations, with my rigid cock up your tight backside, ramming into you over and over while the wind lashes at these hard nipples of yours.’
‘Yes, yes,’ I moaned.
‘Think how wet you’d get that leather, as you come again and again, creaming yourself as you scream my name, begging me to fuck you harder, to go faster.’
‘Logan,’ I mewled as he slowly ran his hand down to my pulsating clit. ‘Do it, please do it,’ I begged. He sped up, as his fingers circled my sensitive nub and I started to tremble. ‘I … don’t think … I can focus,’ I panted as he slipped around with ease, pleasure saturating my body. The thrill of all these sensations at once, and the images running through my mind of Dale carrying out this very scenario was too much. ‘I’m so close.’
‘So close your eyes, I can multitask, though my fingers are in desperate need of warming up,’ he whispered, as he suddenly pushed three of them inside me, pumping me, moisture seeping from me on each withdrawal, my muscles tightening around them on each determined entry.
‘Holy shit,’ I moaned. The excitement of being on the bike and being finger fucked at the same time was just too much. I felt myself tightening around his fingers as I squealed with delight, the wind whipping my breasts turning the painful chill into high voltage shocks of pleasure that ripped through me and heated me from the inside out. ‘Logan … Logan … Logan!’
‘Come for me Eve, come now because I need you gushing like a geyser so my huge cock can fuck that tight little cunt of yours.’
‘O … shit,’ I screamed. The thought alone was enough to send me over the edge and my fingers gripped the handle bars so tightly as I quaked. I’d never had an orgasm like it, I doubted I ever would again. I closed my eyes and slumped back against Logan’s firm chest as he looked over my shoulder and guided the bike off the runway and back onto the country lane. I sincerely hoped no farmers were out on their tractors at this time, as they were in for a bit of a shock to see me literally flashing past.
Logan
Riding fast like that always got the blood pumping, which inevitably meant it flowed straight to my cock, making me rigid. My original plan had been a good one, fuck Summer out of my system. I needed to forget being sentimental about our time together, it seemed she had. I headed for the nearest farm, having paid the owner to look the other way while I borrowed his hay barn for a while. I pulled in through the open wooden doors and cut the engine.
‘All right, sweetheart?’ I enquired. Sex was sex, I could do that without emotions being involved, pet names were different. “Baby” reminded me of Summer and Lucy, my ex of nearly five years ago. “Angel” was Summer. Sweetheart would have to be my new go to phrase.
‘Yes,’ she sighed contentedly. ‘That was … incredible.’
‘I told you that I’d need to run some diagnostic tests,’ I advised, as I cut the engine and kicked down the bike stand. I removed my helmet as I got off the bike and headed over to pull the barn doors shut behind me and stripped off my jacket, placing both items on a bale of hay. It wasn’t exactly warm in here, but what I had planned would soon raise the temperature. I was pumped up from the ride and angry that my thoughts were constantly invaded by that damn woman. A rough fuck would soon relieve some tension. Eve was still sitting on the bike and removed her helmet, before climbing off. I grasped my cock as I looked at the open zips, exposing her body to me, ripe for the taking. ‘Get rid of the helmet and your jacket,’ I ordered as I strode back over.
‘But it’s cold and I’m …’ she gulped as she looked down at herself.
‘Would it make you feel better if I were wearing less too?’ I asked with a raised eyebrow. She bit her lip and nodded, so I grabbed the edge of my t-shirt and hauled it up over my head, tossing it on the floor. She gasped as her eyes roved wildly over my torso, taking in my washboard abs, firm pecs and that wolf tattoo. She quickly dumped her helmet and jacket and walked over to me. I grabbed her hair, forcing her face up to mine and took her mouth possessively. Biting and sucking on her lower lip until her fingers were raking my shoulders as she moaned into my mouth.
‘Fuck me, please fuck me,’ she begged.
‘You have work to do first,’ I advised with a grin as I released her. ‘Look at the mess you’ve made of the seat.’ I flicked my head to where evidence of her climax was all over the leather.
‘Shit, do you have any wipes or tissues?’
‘I told you that you were going to have to use your tongue. Bend over, spread your legs and lap it up.’
‘Logan,’ she protested. I slowly pulled down my zip, parted the denim and pulled out my pulsing erection, drawing my fist down its length. She gulped as she looked at it wide eyed, then looked back up at me.
‘If you want this inside you, you’ll do as you’re told, sweetheart, or I’ll drop you back in the city right next to your broken down car. Now bend over and clean your come off the seat.’ I fixed her with a firm expectant stare. She placed her palms on the bike, bent over and spread her legs, then hesitated. ‘Lick. It. Clean,’ I ordered.
‘Crap,’ she groaned, as she dragged her tongue along the leather. I quickly rolled a condom down my shaft, moved behind her and gripped her hips. Very slowly I rubbed the tip of my cock through her folds. She lifted her head and raised her arse in the air, giving me better access.
‘How badly do you need to be fucked, Eve?’
‘So, so badly,’ she nodded, widening her stance as my fingers dug in.
‘Did I give you permission to stop cleaning that seat? Lick. Every last drop of your come, then I’ll fuck you.’ I continued to tease her, by inserting my tip a fraction, then withdrawing and thrusting between her lips, just nudging her clit long enough for her to writhe and moan. Fuck, I seriously needed to offload, this tension that had my body wound up so tightly was doing me no damn good at all. I listened to her tongue dragging across the leather and kneaded the domes of her arse, covered in that sexy red latex, wishing it was Summer’s full, ripe globes that I was digging my fingers into now. She’d regret not taking me up on my offer, she’d never have sex as good as me again. One day she’d come running back, when she realised what she’d given up and I’d slam the bloody door in her face. I closed my eyes and started to flex my hips faster, ploughing through Eve’s swollen folds, hearing her whimpers of pleasure. Who the fuck was I kidding? If Summer came knocking on my door, I’d probably drop to my knees and beg her to stay, or better still toss her over my shoulder, shackle her to my cross, torture her by bringing her to the br
ink of orgasm again and again, but denying her. Punish her for the pain she’d put me through, make her realise I was everything she ever needed.
‘Logan,’ cried Eve and I blinked out of my daydream and looked down to see she was flooding my cock with every pass. I growled and dug my fingers into her hips as I rammed straight into her clenching cunt, imaging it was Summer I had bent over this bike. Damn, that made my cock even harder. I set up a punishing rhythm, Eve started screaming and thrusting back against my hips as I ground into her, forcing her to take me all the way down to my root, my balls slapping her clit on each inward slam. Making love to Summer had been incredible, but this was what I really wanted, to fuck her raw, to punish her, to make her feel my cock for a week every time she sat down. To brand myself inside her. Most of all I wanted to fill her sweet tender cunt with my come, watch it trickle out of her, mingling with her sweet juices and then I’d lap it all up. Shit, the thought alone had me groan and pick up force and speed.
‘Shit … O shit … Logan,’ cried Eve as she clung to the bike, which was in danger of toppling over. A few more thrusts had her scream almost lift the roof off as she came, but I wasn’t anywhere near close. Hot as fucking her like this was, she wasn’t her. She didn’t feel as tight, warm, snug and wet as my angel. No one ever had. No one ever would. Christ I needed her so badly. I started grunting as I pulled Eve back against me, again and again, slipping both hands around to grip and squeeze her breasts tightly. ‘Harder.’
She really liked it rough, she said it was what she wanted, but I was always cautious with clients, sometimes their version of rough was a quarter of what I could offer. I pinched her nipples really sharply, making her squeal and beg for more. There were even limits to how much pain I’d inflict and I was in danger of bruising her if I carried on. I pulled a sachet of lube from my back pocket and tore it open with my teeth, trickling some down her crack which had her moan even louder. I used my fingers to prime her butt, stretching her for me, then withdrew and coated my rubber clad cock with the rest as she clung to the bike panting.
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