GetOn by Regina Cole

open. “I
can’t promise it won’t hurt.”
    “I don’t give a fuck,” she said as she kicked off her pants
then ripped the shirt over his head, tracing the lines of the shield on his
chest. “I want you. Hard, fast, now.”
    It was almost impossible to shove his pants down while he
kissed her so passionately, tongues and mouths tangling, but somehow he managed
it. And when her hands wrapped around the length of his cock, he pushed her
back again, lifting her to sit sideways on the seat of the bike. His pants were
around his ankles but he widened his stance as much as he could and forced her
thighs farther apart.
    The shine of her wet flesh and the glint of her silver clit
ring made the blood pound in the head of his cock. Damn, he wanted her.
    Even though he ached to plunge into her pussy right then,
feel the naked heat and wetness accept him, he waited. Gripping his cock, he
began to sweep it up and down her nether lips, parting them with the blunt
head, pressing hard against that little silver ring and then retreating. She
moaned at the torture.
    “God, Garrett,” she tried to push forward, force him to
enter her, but he pulled back. “Please.”
    “No, not yet.” He tweaked her nipples through her shirt.
“When I say. Not before.”
    He crouched in front of her then and kissed that little
silver ring. He smiled to himself as she moaned even louder. Trent was going to
know what was up, but Garrett didn’t really give a shit. This was good enough
that everyone should know about it.
    He suckled at her nether lips, gathering the wetness and
rubbing his face against it. She twisted and writhed, making the bike shudder
beneath her. Garrett gripped the tire as he thrust his tongue inside her. She
liked that, he knew. She bucked her hips against his face, proving her point.
    Much sooner than he would have liked, he pulled away and dug
for his wallet.
    “Last one,” he said as he pulled the condom free. “Let’s
make it good, huh?”
    He rolled the condom over his erection, hands steadier than
he thought they’d be. When he looked back at Mia, his breath caught in his
throat.
    Her legs were still splayed wide apart, one hand braced on
the center of the handlebars while the other held her shirt high, revealing her
breasts. Her hair was everywhere, her eyes bright and hungry as she slid off
the seat.
    “Let’s make it good,” she confirmed, turning and bending
over the saddle, presenting that beautiful ass to him. “Fuck me, Garrett.”
    She didn’t have to ask twice.
    He gripped her hips and lifted her feet off the ground as he
drove his cock deep into her pussy. She cried out, hands clawing the seat to
keep herself steady.
    “Keep quiet or Trent will hear.”
    She looked at him over her shoulder and bit her lip.
    Garrett dropped his head back, closing his eyes as he
relished the feel of her tight cunt hugging his hard length. She was hotter
than hell, tighter than a vise, wilder than a jungle cat. And for the moment,
she was all his.
    He drove into her, higher and harder, deeper and faster,
again and again. Her cries came more often, louder, echoing in the emptiness of
the warehouse around them. But then she moaned, almost pitifully.
    “I… I can’t…reach…” she whispered, twisting her body. But
the way she was hanging over the bike’s seat, there was no way she could reach
down between her legs and flick that tiny switch that would make her orgasm.
    Garrett thrust forward once more then withdrew from her
pussy with a sigh. But he wouldn’t be gone long.
    “I’ll rub your clit,” he said, fisting his condom-covered
cock, which was slick from her body and the condom’s lubricant. “But you’ve got
to let me in.”
    “You already were—” she began.
    “I mean here.” He pressed his swollen head against her back
entrance, and her moan was high, thin and wanting. “I want to fuck you in the
ass, Mia.”
    She didn’t just agree. She fucking begged.
    “Pleeaaaase,” she hissed in a rough