stepped back and tugged on the helmet,
fighting for a moment to get the chinstrap closed. By the time she’d finished,
he was already straddling the bike. Dang, she wished she could see. He had to
look amazing on that bike.
Hopefully she would see him again. She didn’t think
this was a one-night stand. It didn’t feel like one. And the next time they
met, she’d be able to see him properly, watch those long, strong legs straddle
that bike. A low, sexy flutter ran through her pussy at the thought.
Knowing that the dress wouldn’t fall off while she was
sitting, she came up behind him, hiked up the fluffy skirts and tossed her leg
over the back. She plopped down on the seat with more force than she’d
intended.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t worry.” He reached back and patted her knee. “Now,
can you keep the dress out of the way?”
She nodded and scooped the multiple layers of material up
and into her lap. The boots covered her legs almost to her knees, leaving just
a few inches of thigh visible.
He gave her a quick rundown on where to put her feet, how to
lean into turns, then he started it up. The rumble shook the seat and sent
powerful vibrations into her pussy. She gasped. He once again put his hand on
her knee, this time sliding up a few inches.
“You get used to the vibration,” he shouted over the noise
of the bike. “I’m going to stay off the main roads so don’t be surprised if I
look like I’m zigzagging through neighborhoods.”
She nodded, knowing he probably wouldn’t be able to hear
her.
“Hold on.”
She leaned in and wrapped her arms around his waist as he’d
instructed. The mound of dress between them didn’t let her cuddle up close but
her knees pressed against his thighs.
Air rushed past as the bike roared into the street. She
screamed as he sped up, her hands tightening around his waist. His chest shook
and she knew he was laughing. He reached back with his left hand and patted her
knee.
True to his word, he took side streets, following some
random GPS in his head. She’d lived on this side of town for years and she
didn’t know about many of these roads.
Finally, he pulled down the familiar street that led to her
house. It was technically Heather’s house. When Heather’s parents died almost
two years ago, she’d asked Tasha to move in. Tasha was actually Heather’s aunt,
but she was only a few years older than her niece and they’d been raised as
cousins, almost sisters.
He guided the motorcycle into her driveway, pulling close to
the garage doors.
The ride over had kept the dress mostly in place—it really
didn’t have anywhere to go when she was sitting—and the tight leather jacket
had kept her chest covered, even if the leather had teased her nipples with
every breath.
The bike’s vibration and being pressed so close to the hot,
strong body in front of her had kept her pussy wet and aching. If he’d taken
the bike on the highway, she probably would have come.
She smiled at the idea. They’d have to try that sometime.
Nathan killed the bike engine. Knowing she had to time this
perfectly, she lunged off the back and out of range before he could move. The
dress stayed in place. In fact, it tightened around her rib cage once again,
which was good because she didn’t want to flash her neighbors.
And since she was unable to see beyond twelve inches, she
had no idea who might be out mowing their lawn on a sunny Saturday morning.
Nathan sat on the bike. Even with her blurry vision, he
looked strong and sexy. A little dangerous. Dang. Last night, he’d been sexy
and wicked but in a different way. There hadn’t been the element of danger.
A rush of heat flowed through her core. She liked this
bad-boy biker side of her lover. And kind of liked the idea of being a biker
chick.
He took off his helmet and Tasha did the same, stepping
close enough to hand it back to him, before dancing away.
He probably had things to do and who knew if he wanted this
to go beyond
fighting for a moment to get the chinstrap closed. By the time she’d finished,
he was already straddling the bike. Dang, she wished she could see. He had to
look amazing on that bike.
Hopefully she would see him again. She didn’t think
this was a one-night stand. It didn’t feel like one. And the next time they
met, she’d be able to see him properly, watch those long, strong legs straddle
that bike. A low, sexy flutter ran through her pussy at the thought.
Knowing that the dress wouldn’t fall off while she was
sitting, she came up behind him, hiked up the fluffy skirts and tossed her leg
over the back. She plopped down on the seat with more force than she’d
intended.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t worry.” He reached back and patted her knee. “Now,
can you keep the dress out of the way?”
She nodded and scooped the multiple layers of material up
and into her lap. The boots covered her legs almost to her knees, leaving just
a few inches of thigh visible.
He gave her a quick rundown on where to put her feet, how to
lean into turns, then he started it up. The rumble shook the seat and sent
powerful vibrations into her pussy. She gasped. He once again put his hand on
her knee, this time sliding up a few inches.
“You get used to the vibration,” he shouted over the noise
of the bike. “I’m going to stay off the main roads so don’t be surprised if I
look like I’m zigzagging through neighborhoods.”
She nodded, knowing he probably wouldn’t be able to hear
her.
“Hold on.”
She leaned in and wrapped her arms around his waist as he’d
instructed. The mound of dress between them didn’t let her cuddle up close but
her knees pressed against his thighs.
Air rushed past as the bike roared into the street. She
screamed as he sped up, her hands tightening around his waist. His chest shook
and she knew he was laughing. He reached back with his left hand and patted her
knee.
True to his word, he took side streets, following some
random GPS in his head. She’d lived on this side of town for years and she
didn’t know about many of these roads.
Finally, he pulled down the familiar street that led to her
house. It was technically Heather’s house. When Heather’s parents died almost
two years ago, she’d asked Tasha to move in. Tasha was actually Heather’s aunt,
but she was only a few years older than her niece and they’d been raised as
cousins, almost sisters.
He guided the motorcycle into her driveway, pulling close to
the garage doors.
The ride over had kept the dress mostly in place—it really
didn’t have anywhere to go when she was sitting—and the tight leather jacket
had kept her chest covered, even if the leather had teased her nipples with
every breath.
The bike’s vibration and being pressed so close to the hot,
strong body in front of her had kept her pussy wet and aching. If he’d taken
the bike on the highway, she probably would have come.
She smiled at the idea. They’d have to try that sometime.
Nathan killed the bike engine. Knowing she had to time this
perfectly, she lunged off the back and out of range before he could move. The
dress stayed in place. In fact, it tightened around her rib cage once again,
which was good because she didn’t want to flash her neighbors.
And since she was unable to see beyond twelve inches, she
had no idea who might be out mowing their lawn on a sunny Saturday morning.
Nathan sat on the bike. Even with her blurry vision, he
looked strong and sexy. A little dangerous. Dang. Last night, he’d been sexy
and wicked but in a different way. There hadn’t been the element of danger.
A rush of heat flowed through her core. She liked this
bad-boy biker side of her lover. And kind of liked the idea of being a biker
chick.
He took off his helmet and Tasha did the same, stepping
close enough to hand it back to him, before dancing away.
He probably had things to do and who knew if he wanted this
to go beyond
Similar Books
