me, his lips kissing me, his cock inside me…
“Bear, get down!” Dante barked suddenly. The dog jumped down and ran out of the room.
So much for that obstacle, I thought.
Dante turned back to me, the same hunger coursing through my veins reflected in his dark, lusty eyes.
“I’ll take you back to your car,” he growled, his voice so low I almost couldn’t hear him. “After I taste you one more time…”
And then his hands were on me once more, pulling me to him, pushing the sheets from my bare skin, his mouth falling on my skin, so hot, so wet, so urgent, so unbelievably delicious…
D ante’s clubhouse disappeared in the rearview mirror. My arms wrapped around him tightly, and I leaned into his back, inhaling the leathery scent of his cut. I sighed, my voice echoing in my own ears, the helmet he had put on my head before we left muffling the sounds of the world rushing by.
The trees along the dirt road towered over us, a stark contrast to the clear blue sky above us.
We’d hardly talked at all since waking. Which was good, I guess. Because what do you say to someone at a time like this? I didn’t want it to end, but I barely knew him. I couldn’t exactly stay at his cabin letting him devour me for the rest of our lives, no matter how amazing that sounded.
----
S aying goodbye was going to be hard enough. Instead, we’d let our bodies do the talking for us. Hell, singing is more like it. He played my body like an instrument.
Part of me felt like last night was a dream. A very vivid, very pleasurable, very wild dream. The kind of dream that you never wanted to wake up from. The kind of dream that was too good to be true.
But it was true. And he was still right here in my arms, our bodies vibrating together from the powerful engine between our legs.
But like a dream, it was fleeting, and it was over, and it really was too good to be true.
I couldn’t fool myself into thinking anything different.
But fuck if I wasn’t determined to milk these last few minutes with Dante, even if it was on the back of his bike. He reached back, squeezing my thigh intimately, and I swallowed hard. He’d done that yesterday on the ride over, and yet now, it seemed to say so much more.
The ride back to Otto’s went way too fast. My heart sank when I saw the sign up above. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye, but I braced myself for the inevitable. I’d just jump off the bike, give him a quick kiss, and jump in my car. Rip it off like a band-aid. It was the only way I could think to do it. The only way that would make the pain go away quickly.
When Dante slowed his bike outside of Otto’s, I felt sick with dread.
But then we both saw them at the same time, and instead of turning, Dante kept going. My heart raced as soon as I saw them. Cops. They’d blocked off the parking lot and were swarming all over Otto’s and surrounding my car. One of them was taking pictures. A huge truck from Channel Eight News was on the side of the road and there was a huge crowd of onlookers lining the street.
“What the fuck?” I muttered in my helmet, my arms wrapping tighter around Dante’s waist as he quickly turned a corner and raced out of sight.
A fter driving for a while , he parked the bike next to Norma’s diner and we pulled our helmets off.
“That didn’t look good,” he said.
“What the hell was that?” I asked, my voice quivering. “Why were they around my car like that?”
“I’m not sure, but we did beat up an entire bar full of bikers. The media and cops don’t usually get involved with that kind of thing too much, though.” He pulled me into his arms and stroked my back. “Listen, everything’s going to be okay. Let’s go get some breakfast and we’ll figure out what to do.”
“Yeah, sure,” I agreed, letting him lead me into the diner. As soon as we walked in, all eyes landed on us. I put my head down as the waitress led us to a booth in the back.
“You two here for breakfast?” she
“Bear, get down!” Dante barked suddenly. The dog jumped down and ran out of the room.
So much for that obstacle, I thought.
Dante turned back to me, the same hunger coursing through my veins reflected in his dark, lusty eyes.
“I’ll take you back to your car,” he growled, his voice so low I almost couldn’t hear him. “After I taste you one more time…”
And then his hands were on me once more, pulling me to him, pushing the sheets from my bare skin, his mouth falling on my skin, so hot, so wet, so urgent, so unbelievably delicious…
D ante’s clubhouse disappeared in the rearview mirror. My arms wrapped around him tightly, and I leaned into his back, inhaling the leathery scent of his cut. I sighed, my voice echoing in my own ears, the helmet he had put on my head before we left muffling the sounds of the world rushing by.
The trees along the dirt road towered over us, a stark contrast to the clear blue sky above us.
We’d hardly talked at all since waking. Which was good, I guess. Because what do you say to someone at a time like this? I didn’t want it to end, but I barely knew him. I couldn’t exactly stay at his cabin letting him devour me for the rest of our lives, no matter how amazing that sounded.
----
S aying goodbye was going to be hard enough. Instead, we’d let our bodies do the talking for us. Hell, singing is more like it. He played my body like an instrument.
Part of me felt like last night was a dream. A very vivid, very pleasurable, very wild dream. The kind of dream that you never wanted to wake up from. The kind of dream that was too good to be true.
But it was true. And he was still right here in my arms, our bodies vibrating together from the powerful engine between our legs.
But like a dream, it was fleeting, and it was over, and it really was too good to be true.
I couldn’t fool myself into thinking anything different.
But fuck if I wasn’t determined to milk these last few minutes with Dante, even if it was on the back of his bike. He reached back, squeezing my thigh intimately, and I swallowed hard. He’d done that yesterday on the ride over, and yet now, it seemed to say so much more.
The ride back to Otto’s went way too fast. My heart sank when I saw the sign up above. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye, but I braced myself for the inevitable. I’d just jump off the bike, give him a quick kiss, and jump in my car. Rip it off like a band-aid. It was the only way I could think to do it. The only way that would make the pain go away quickly.
When Dante slowed his bike outside of Otto’s, I felt sick with dread.
But then we both saw them at the same time, and instead of turning, Dante kept going. My heart raced as soon as I saw them. Cops. They’d blocked off the parking lot and were swarming all over Otto’s and surrounding my car. One of them was taking pictures. A huge truck from Channel Eight News was on the side of the road and there was a huge crowd of onlookers lining the street.
“What the fuck?” I muttered in my helmet, my arms wrapping tighter around Dante’s waist as he quickly turned a corner and raced out of sight.
A fter driving for a while , he parked the bike next to Norma’s diner and we pulled our helmets off.
“That didn’t look good,” he said.
“What the hell was that?” I asked, my voice quivering. “Why were they around my car like that?”
“I’m not sure, but we did beat up an entire bar full of bikers. The media and cops don’t usually get involved with that kind of thing too much, though.” He pulled me into his arms and stroked my back. “Listen, everything’s going to be okay. Let’s go get some breakfast and we’ll figure out what to do.”
“Yeah, sure,” I agreed, letting him lead me into the diner. As soon as we walked in, all eyes landed on us. I put my head down as the waitress led us to a booth in the back.
“You two here for breakfast?” she
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