Page 40 of Trust In Me

Reluctantly, I pull the leathers the final part of the way up, and I can’t hold back the groan that rips from my throat when Mia has to shimmy her hips to get the trousers over the last hurdle. As her hips sway from side to side, my cock pulsates as it strains to seek freedom from its denim constraints. I try to think of anything to distract myself. I start to list all the Liverpool Football Club’s current players, then as many facts as I can think of, anything that could distract me from the beauty in front of me long enough for my dick to go down. If it doesn’t, my leathers most definitely will not fit.

Finally, I feel my plan starting to work, so I close my eyes tightly to avoid catching sight of her and starting the process all over again. I pull the leathers up quicker than I ever have in my life. So quickly, in fact, that I have to hop from one foot to the other, and I almost crash into my bike as I reach out looking for stability. I feel her hand touch mine, and I pull it away quickly, so I can get the leathers fastened. Once they’re safely on, I finally open my eyes. It’s a good fucking job I kept them closed. As soon as I open them, I’m greeted with a view of Mia, dressed head to toe in leather, looking like a badass. Instantly, my cock becomes rock hard again. It hasn’t been this sensitive since I first learned to wank as a teenager.

Biting her lip, when she finally speaks, her voice is low and gravelly, sounding exactly like sex. “I like you in leather.”

That sexy, coy smile she has etched on her face lets me know she’s thinking some very naughty things, and that makes it even worse. I reach down to try and adjust myself, but there’s no point. There’s no more room in the leather, nowhere to move it to. The only option is to get my cock out, and as much as I would fucking love to do that, it’s not really the best start to a first date. So, I settle for throbbing pain instead.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Flower.” I give her a little wink, since I know how much she hates her nickname. She rolls her eyes, and the urge to bend her over the bike is fierce. Obviously, she deserves better than that for our first time.

I instruct her on what to expect while she’s riding on the back of the bike, since she’s never been on a bike before. I know she’ll love it and I’m glad I get to be her first for this.

Once we’re all set to go, I climb on, and she follows me. Her arms wrap around my waist, just like I showed her, and I try not to think about the fact that I can feel her pussy grinding against my ass. Her hands swipe slowly over my abs, like she is trying to take as much time as possible, trying to feel as much as she can before her fists grip hold of my leathers. Reaching behind me, I scoop my hands under her petite ass and pull her so that her front is plastered against my back. Now, there’s not even enough room to slide a piece of paper between our bodies.

As I bring my hands back, I make sure to drag my fingers along her thighs, scraping along her new leather trousers, and she squeezes her legs tighter around my hips. I hear the most amazing moan escape her lips and shivers ripple down my spine. It’s taking all my energy not to pull her around so she’s sitting in front of me and I can smash my lips against hers.

“Put this on. If you don’t, I will kiss you and we may never leave this garage. And that wouldn’t be a great first date, now would it?” As I hand over the helmet, she chuckles.

I feel her breath against my ear before I hear her speak. “I don’t know, it sounds like a pretty good first date to me.” Her voice has that gravelly, raspy tone that seems to have an instant connection with my dick. Hearing her say that, combined with her breath tickling my ear, I can’t help but groan.

“You’ll be the death of me, Flower. Now, put your helmet on,” I growl, as I push the helmet over my own head. As soon as I know she’s safe, I bring the bike to life.

Her legs grip tightly around my thighs, and her arms pull me impossibly closer. I can feel her tits pressed against my back, her helmet resting on my shoulder. The deep rumble of the engine rips through us, and the power I feel between my legs is intoxicating—I can only imagine how Mia feels. I’ve often wondered if these vibrations are enough to turn women on, which is something I’ll have to check with Mia when we arrive.

Reaching the main road, I open up the throttle, shouting back to Mia as I do. “Hold on tight.” Although, it seems a stupid thing to say as I don’t think her grip could get any tighter.

Once we are off the main roads, and away from all the traffic or stop lights, I show her what the bike is really capable of. Though, I don’t go as fast as normal, as I have precious cargo on board. I know how fast I can go and still be in control of the bike. As it reaches around a hundred miles an hour, I hear Mia’s squeals of delight followed by infectious laughter as the wind sails through us.

We travel for just under an hour, and just before we arrive, I think Mia’s worked out where we are going because she starts to do a happy dance with her hands against my abdomen. The closer we get, the more I can feel her buzzing with excitement.

Seeing the turn off I’m looking for, I slow down and pull into the dirt road. It leads all the way down to a very small beach. Most people will travel farther along the coast, to the more popular part of the beach that is used by tourists. This section is small and secluded, with caves on both sides. When the tide comes in, it’s like this little patch of beach doesn’t even exist. Luckily the tide is starting to go back out for the evening, and so it’s the perfect place to sit and watch the sunset. I park the bike at the end of the road, just before the few steps that lead down to the beach. I turn to try and help Mia off the bike, but she springs off easily, bouncing from one foot to the other in excitement.

As she pulls the helmet off and places it onto the seat of the bike, her hair sticks up at all angles, looking like sexy bed hair, but it’s her wide eyes that really grab me. She takes in the beach, and as her astonished gaze flicks to me, they begin to glaze over. As she speaks, her voice seems almost clogged with emotion. “Thank you.”

Two little words is all she’s able to say, but it melts me. This is such an everyday thing for most people. I think a vast portion of people in England have been to the beach at some point. Yet, Mia hasn’t. While we’ve been talking, I’ve found out that there’s a lot she’s missed out on. She’s never been to an amusement park, a theme park, or even a fair. She’s never been on a roller coaster, or played hook-a-duck. Luckily, hearing all about her troubled past has given me lots of date ideas. I’ve been talking to Liam about planning a family trip to a theme park. I know if I invite one Doughty, I have to invite them all. Hallie might be a bit young at the moment to enjoy it, but there are some rides she will love. Hell, my daughter’s a beautiful weirdo, so she will probably want to go on all the death-defying rides, which is a good thing. I want her to be fear-free. I also don’t ever want her to have a childhood like Mia’s, where she misses out on such simple things.

“I can’t believe you brought me to the beach,” Mia exclaims, looking at me in awe, like I’ve given her the best gift ever. She looks torn between coming to me and running onto the beach. So I make the decision for her.

“Let’s get these leathers off, and your shoes, then we can go and feel the sand beneath our feet. I’ve got some blankets because when the sun starts to go down it will get cold here,” I tell her, as I reach for the bag I threw over the back of my bike before leaving.

Mia wastes no time stripping the leathers off, and she practically throws them onto the floor, along with her slip-on shoes. I haven’t even started to get mine off yet, I’m too enthralled just watching her, as she bounces on her feet in excitement.

“You go ahead, I’ll be down with our stuff in a second.” She doesn’t wait for me to finish before heading in the direction of the beach. She's only made it a couple of steps when she stops and turns abruptly. She runs over to me and before I have a chance to figure out what she’s doing, her lips crash against mine. I drop everything I’m holding, and I lower my hands to cup her ass. It's the only hint she needs and as she hitches one of her legs up, I lift her. Mia’s legs clamp around my ass, as her arms fly around my neck. Her lips continue their mission as her tongue demands entry into my mouth. At this point, I would give her anything.

Mia’s beautiful sundress is hitched around her waist, and I can feel the lace of her panties under my touch. Just my strained jeans, and her thin, lace panties separate us. She can feel my hard dick grinding against her clit and she arches her back as she moans into my mouth. Thank fuck there’s nobody else around as what we’re doing shouldn’t be done in public.

Slowly, and with incredible difficulty, I lower her to the floor. Pulling away when she tastes this good is fucking painful. I lean in to whisper in her ear. “If we don’t stop now, the only view you will get of the sunset is while I’m fucking you over this bike.” My voice is a growl, and she shivers with pleasure, biting her lip to try and hold back a moan I know she’s trying to stop.

Straightening her sundress, I point towards the steps leading to the beach, and spank her on her ass cheek when she doesn’t move straight away. Her responding yelp is music to my ears, and her giggles ring out as she skips towards the beach while I gather up all our stuff and follow behind her.

As soon as I make it onto the beach I freeze, just watching Mia enjoy the sand for the first time. I watch as she crinkles her toes, watching as the sand squishes out around her feet. With each step she takes, she marvels at the footprint left behind. She does this all the way to the edge of the water, where she tests the different texture of the wet sand. Small waves begin to crash around her toes, covering up to her ankles and her shrieks of delight and surprise—no doubt at how fucking freezing the water is—echoes all around us. November isn’t usually the best time for a trip to the beach, but the weather’s surprisingly nice, so I capitalised on that. The sea is far too cold to go in, but Mia doesn’t seem to mind, she wants to feel the waves.

“It’s freezing,” she calls back to me, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Well, get out then.”

She shakes her head to indicate she doesn’t want to. “The waves feel so funny crashing against my legs.” I marvel at the bright smile on her face as she runs around in the shallow water, a bit like you would see a kid doing. Her voice is loud and free, and her laughter fills the air. But it’s the bright smile on her face that makes this whole trip worth it. She looks like I’ve just given her the best gift ever. I want to see her like this all the time. Happy, free, and mine.

Despite hating the idea of freezing cold water crashing around my feet, I know I would do anything for this girl, so when she calls me over, I dump all our stuff on the beach and run to her. Picking her up, I twirl her around, loving the sound of her laughter as she shrieks at me to let her down.

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