by DL Gallie
He turns around and from a secret compartment, he produces a helmet and hands it to me. “I can bring you here tomorrow to get your car.”
“Okay,” I say, as I pull the helmet on. I’m suddenly nervous. My hands are shaking and my heart is racing. He reaches out and squeezes my hand in his.
“Let me.” Dropping my hands, he reaches up and within two seconds the helmet is fastened and secure on my head.
He throws his leg over the machine and climbs on, never have I seen anything so sexy and all he did was sit on his bike. “Your turn,” he says, twisting to face me. He offers me his hand and I take it. Carefully, I hop on behind him. Slipping my arms around his waist, I hold on tight. He smells amazing, sandalwood with a hint of mint. I inhale deeply and sigh.
“Did you just sniff me?” he asks, looking over his shoulder at me.
“No,” I defensively return.
“I call bullshit, Angel.”
“Shut up and drive,” I tell him.
“Hold on.”
With pleasure, I think to myself. He starts the bike, the engine vibrating beneath me. Wrapping my arms tighter around him, I hold on tight. He pulls out of the parking lot and we zip through the streets. The cool wind flying past us but I don’t feel it. All I can feel is my body pressed to his.
Even though we are zipping through the streets, I feel safe with him. I have never felt more content in my life.
All too soon, we pull into a driveway and the garage door automatically opens. He pulls the bike in and the door lowers behind us. My heart rate picks up but I don’t move. I sit where I am, hugging him tightly.
“You can let go now, Angel.”
“Maybe I don’t want to.”
“Well, if you don’t let me go, how can I see, feel, or touch you?”
“Point taken but…” I pause, fear envelops me because I’m don’t know how to voice what I want.
He turns his head to look at me and my breath hitches, his eyes are full of hunger but at the same time, they are so calming. “But what?”
“I…ummm, ahh…”
“You ummm, ahh what?”
Deciding to throw caution to the wind—seems to be the trend tonight—I tell him what I want. “I want you to bend me over your bike and fuck me.” I’ve never had the desire to fuck on a bike before, but right now it’s all I can think about. This is so not me. I kinda like sexy, brazen, and semi-relaxed Charli, Dominic seems to bring out my inner sexy minx.
“I’ve never actually done that before but I’d be honored if you’d pop my bike fucking cherry.”
Holy shit, he’s about to fuck me over his bike.
7
Dominic
She wants me to fuck her on my bike? I did NOT see that coming but I can unequivocally say, I’m down with that, so down with the bike fucking plan. This woman looks like an angel sent from heaven, but in reality, she's a seductress sent from hell to tempt men like me…and I cannot wait to sin with her. Not only is she smoking fucking hot but it seems she has a dirty, kinky wild side too. I’ll have to thank Branson for inviting me out tonight, “Ohh shit,” I mumble.
“What?” she asks, her voice laced with concern and it hits me she possibly thinks I don't want this anymore.
“It’s nothing,” I reassure her.
“I can go if you like,” she offers, her voice quivering.
“That is the last fucking thing I want. You are not going anywhere, Angel, until you are well fucked. The ohh shit was in reference to not saying bye to the owner of Bin 501.”
“You know the owner?”
“Yeah, he’s why I was there tonight. Wine bars are not usually my thing—”
“Ohh,” she quietly says, interrupting me. “That place is my favorite.”
“Weeeelll, Angel, it just so happens, it’s now a favorite of mine, but I think it’s more to do with a sexy as fuck patron than the delicious wines on offer.” She smiles at my words and it lights up her face in the dim garage light. “Rumor has it, you would like to be fucked on my bike.” She shyly nods and bites her lip. “Since this is your fantasy, how shall we proceed?”
My eyes drop to her teeth digging into her plump bottom lip, my cock twitches at the motion. He’s done that several times now when it comes to my Angel. “Fuck, I love when you do that.”
“Do what?”
Lifting my hand, I run the pad of my thumb along her lip, “When you bite your lip, makes me want to bite it…and more.”
She leans into me and whispers, “I’d like that very much. However, right now, I need you to climb off your bike and remove your clothes, BUT I want you to do it slowly so I can admire your body.”
“And what will you do while I strip for you?”
Lifting her hand she waves her fingers in front of my face. I grab her wrist and gently squeeze, “Uhhhh uh, Angel, all your pleasure will come from me tonight…all of it.”
“Well, you better get to it, Biker Boy…I’m waiting and I don’t like to be kept waiting.” She rakes her gaze over me. “I really want to see what’s hidden under your clothes.”
“You and me both, Angel, but in order for me to do that, I need to reluctantly let go of you. However, I absolutely promise, as soon as I’m as naked as the day I was born you can touch me, again. And again. Anywhere and everywhere, all night long. But first, let’s make your bike fucking fantasy a reality.”
She swallows deeply and nods. Letting go of her wrist, I climb off without bumping her. Spinning to face her, I grab my shirt at the neck and pull it over my head and drop it to the ground.
“I said slowly,” she scolds me.
“My apologies but at the thought of you naked on my bike, I can’t go slow.”
She smirks at me and nods. “Fair enough.” We stare intently at one another. “Well then, have at it, Biker Boy.”
With my eyes locked on her, I flip open the button on my jeans and slowly lower the zipper. Gripping the top of my jeans, I pull them and my briefs down. My cock springs free, hitting my stomach. Her eyes bug wide open when she sees my dick. In a very non-sexy manner, I kick off my shoes and clothing, leaving me gloriously naked in front of the sexiest chick to ever sit on my bike.
“I think we have a problem,” I tell her.
“What’s that?” she huskily replies.
“You have far too many clothes on.”
“That’s an easy fix.” She sits up straight and spins her leg over, now sitting sidesaddle on my bike. She slips her hand under the spaghetti strap of her navy top and slides it down her arm and repeats the process on the other side. Slipping her arms out, she grabs the material at her breasts and pulls it down, baring her tits to me. Her nipples are dusty pink and erect, begging for me to suck on them. She stands up and continues to slide her shirt down, once she reaches her hips, she keeps pushing down, revealing sexy black-and-white boy shorts. Wriggling her hips, the material floats to the floor, leaving her only in her panties.
I’m so confused right now.
“Jumpsuit,” she says, but I have no fucking clue what that means, all I know is that she’s now standing next to my bike in nothing but her panties and sexy-as-fuck heels.
Stepping to her, I cup her cheek, “Fuck me, you are a vision.” Her cheeks darken at my compliment, leaning down, I press my lips to hers for our first kiss. That electrical current once again jolts us, she gasps in shock, and I take the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth. She slides her hands around my neck and deepens the kiss and our connection. As first kisses go, this one is pretty amazing.
Sliding my hands down her back, I cup her ass and lift her up, placing her back onto the seat. She spreads her legs and I step between them. Moving away from her lips. I kiss along her jaw, her head drops back, elongating her neck, and giving me unobstructed access to her neck. Kissing and nipping along her skin, I make my way down to her chest.
Cupping her breasts in my hands, I push them together before taking one of her nipples into my mouth, nipping the tip before sucking
the nipple into my mouth. “Nic,” she moans as I suck harder. Letting the tip pop from my mouth, I kiss across her to her other nipple. I squeeze it between my thumb and forefinger, garnering a hiss from her. My tongue darts out and I circle the nub before gently biting and sucking. Once again, she moans. Gripping my head, she pushes me farther into her.
Lifting my head, I gaze into her eyes. “Time to make your fantasy a reality.”
8
Charli
Holy hotness, Batman, this man is fine. All he’s done is kiss me and play with my tits and my body is already buzzing with desire, want, need, lust, and everything in-between. I’ve never been more turned on than I am in this moment. The hunger in his eyes matches mine, when he says, “Time to make your fantasy a reality,” I nearly climax on the spot. Biting my lip, I nod my head.
When he slides his hands down my sides, a giggle breaks free. “That tickles,” I playfully laugh.
“Sorry,” he responds, with a smirk that indicates he totally is not sorry. He grabs the waistband of my boy shorts and begins to pull them down. I lift up and he removes them, dropping them to the garage floor and the pile of already discarded garments. Leaving me naked, except for my shoes on his bike. “Fuuuuck, Angel, you are…I have no words.”
“I could say the same about you,” I pause and bite my lip, “now fuck me, Biker Boy.” My brazen words shock me but at the same time, they don’t. Clearly Baylor is rubbing off on me, and right now I really want Dominic to rub himself on me.
“With fucking pleasure,” he growls.
He grips his cock and strokes it a few times, as he steps closer to me and rubs the tip up and down my lips. Leaning back, I use my core strength to hold myself up and grip on to his upper arms for added support. He taunts me a few more times and then he thrusts his hips and slams into me.
“Nic,” I moan, as he continues to slide in and out of me.
We stare at one another as we fuck on his bike. My hips meeting him thrust for thrust. That tingling feeling begins to develop in my belly. “I’m close,” I pant.
“Me too,” he growls. His grip on my hips tightens, and he continues to slam into me over and over, faster and faster. My eyes close and I scream out his name as the most intense orgasm of my life detonates. My body stiffens. My skin tingles and the air around us zings with electricity as we each let our release take over us.
We are both panting heavily. Opening my eyes, we stare at one another as we control our breathing. Sweat glistens on our skin as we both come down from our euphoric high.
Without saying a word, he lifts me up. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. His cock is still hard and inside me as he turns and walks toward the door leading inside. How he’s still hard after what we just did amazes me. He opens the interior door and walks down the hallway and enters his bedroom. He steps through the room and into the en suite. Reaching into the shower, he turns it on and steps in. The cold spray splashes us and we both hiss.
“Shit, that’s cold,” he says, but the water begins to heat. He lowers himself down and sits on the shower seat with me straddling him. His gaze is locked on mine. Leaning forward, I press my lips to his. My tongue presses along the seam of his lips and slips into his mouth. Our tongues caress one another and my hips begin to circle. His cock hardens further inside me and before long we are rocking back and forth for round number two.
We both come much quicker this time. Resting my forehead against his, we each calm our breathing. “You are everything I imagined, and more, Charli.” He places a quick kiss on my lips. “Now, let’s get washed, then we can sleep a little, and then we can go again.”
“So cocky,” I tease him.
“Not cocky, just stating the facts.”
“Ohh really,” I say, as I climb off him. My legs feel like jelly but the warmth from the hot water raining down on me is heaven on my muscles and I moan.
“You keep moaning like that, and I’ll have to take you again.”
“I’m down with that,” I tease.
Winking at him, I step back under the spray. Closing my eyes, I drop my head backward and let the water wash over me. I open my eyes, when I feel him standing in front of me. Even with the water obscuring my vision, I can see every gorgeous inch of this man. Lifting my hand, I cup his cheek. “Thank you,” I honestly tell him.
“Why are you thanking me?” he asks me.
“For tonight.”
“It’s only just getting started,” he says.
Lowering his head down, he presses his lips to mine and before I can process what’s happening, he lifts me up and presses my back into the tiles. My legs close around him and his cock slides into me again. Our bodies join as one, it’s as if we were made from the same mold.
“Nic,” I moan against his lips, as orgasm number three begins to build. Startling me, he pulls out of me and lowers me to my feet.
“Turn around,” he demands, his tone rough, but it sparks me to life and I spin around. “Hands on the wall.” Lifting my arms, I press them to the tiles. “Don’t move or I’ll stop and we will go to bed.” Nodding my head, I spread my legs and push my ass toward him, circling my hips on his rock hard cock. “Didn't I tell you not to move?” he warns.
Turning my head, I look at him over my shoulder and shrug. He slaps my ass, the skin stinging from the connection but before I can scold him, he grabs my hips and slams himself back into me. Pistoning his hips back and forth. From this angle he hits that pleasure spot. “Niiiiiiiccc,” I moan. As my orgasm tears through me, he follows as I’m riding out the pleasure wave.
He slides his hands around my front, cupping my boobs. Turning my head to face him, he presses his lips to mine for a kiss that takes my breath away. He breaks the connection and stares at me. Neither of us utter a word as I spin to face him. With my eyes on his, I grab his shower gel and squeeze some into my palm and I begin to wash him. My hands slide over his body, once he’s all clean, I push him back under the spray and watch as the soapy bubbles slide down his torso. A torso that was carved by the gods.
Reaching out, I squeeze some more soap into my hands and I soap myself up. I notice his gaze intently follows my hands as I wash my breasts and stomach. Sliding my hands between my thighs, I shudder when I brush my clit. It's swollen and throbbing. He grips my wrist, “What did I say about your pleasure tonight?”
“I’m washing myself, it's not my fault that you have my body buzzing and when I brushed my clit, it decided to quiver.”
He stares intently at me. “Fine, I’ll allow it.”
“Tough shit if you didn’t, Biker Boy.”
Pushing him out of the way, I step under the spray and wash the soap off, paying extra attention to my breasts just to taunt him, but it doesn’t work. He shakes his head and steps out, and the asshole flicks the faucet to cold, causing me to squeal when the coldness hits my heated skin. Jumping out of the shower, I glower at him as he laughs.
He leans down, giving me a perfect view of his tight, taut ass and grabs out two fluffy towels. He hands one to me and we silently dry off. He throws his to the floor and takes mine, dropping it on top of his. He grabs my hand and pulls me into his room. He pulls back the comforter and climbs in, patting the sheet next to him. “You coming?”
“I just did…three times.”
“If you keep staring at me like that, I’ll be making it four very soon.”
“As much as I’d love that, my vagina needs a rest. Maybe in the morning, if you don’t hog the bed and snore, we can make it four.”
“I don’t snore.”
“So you’re a bed hog?” I tease, as I climb in next to him.
Pushing him to his back, I snuggle into his side. He wraps his arm around me and I throw my leg over him. I’m not normally a snuggler, but with Dominic I seem to be doing many things I don’t normally do.
“Goodnight, Angel,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my temple.
“Night, Biker Boy,” I reply, pressing a kis
s to his pectoral.
Sleep comes quickly and I have the best night sleep I’ve had in a very long time. Probably because I’m exhausted after three amazeballs orgasms, but it could also be because I’m the most relaxed I’ve been in a very long time.
Dominic Cruz is the prescription I needed and I have a feeling life will be good from here on out…or not.
9
Dominic
I’m pleasantly woken the next morning with Charli’s lips wrapped around my dick. Lifting my head, I look down and see my cock slide in and out of her perfect mouth. Her eyes are locked on me as she blows me. She winks and continues to suck my dick and fondle my balls. Sooner than a grown man should, I come down her throat. Grunting and gripping the sheets in my fists through my release, she sucks and licks every drop from me. My cock pops out of her mouth and she seductively crawls up my body. “Morning, Biker Boy,” she murmurs before pressing her lips to mine. Yep, definitely the best way to wake up.
Threading my fingers into her hair, I hold her to me, deepening the kiss and our connection. Flipping her to her back, she squeals, and smiles up at me. Her smile hits me right in the chest. “Morning, Angel.”
We stare at one another and something passes between us, but as quickly as it appears it’s gone. She reaches up and cups my cheek. “Thank you for last night, I guess I better get going.”
“Or…” I offer.
“Or what?” she asks, running her thumb along my jaw.
Leaning down, I nibble her neck and whisper, “Well, for starters, I need my breakfast. You’ve already had yours. After I’ve had my breakfast, we can have a nap because when we wake, it will be midmorning fuck time.” I nip her earlobe. “Which will lead into our lunchtime fuck,” I suck on her earlobe, “then I’ll feed you…food as you’ll need your energy for your afternoon fuck.” I kiss that sensitive spot behind her ear. “Only then, will you ‘get going’ as you put it.”