Page 9 of Swimming for Seduction

Once the helmet is snug on her head, I climb onto the bike and wait for her to climb on behind me before I push my mask up so that the face piece rests on top of my head. Maybe we can drag this game out a little longer if I don’t show my face.

Instead of parking in the front lot of the bar, I pull around back where the property buts up to the forest. I pull through a few of the trees until the lights from the building no longer reach us before I shut the bike off and pull the mask back into place.

“Isn’t it dangerous for me to ride on the back of a motorcycle while intoxicated?” Ricki asks once we’re both standing.

“It is. It would also prohibit me from continuing what you started earlier. But you won’t be intoxicated,” I tell her with a dark chuckle. “I said I’d buy you a drink. I didn’t say it would have alcohol in it.”

“Well played, Batman.” She lets out a little laugh and I’m relieved that she didn’t get pissed at me for misleading her. “In that case, I don’t think I want to go inside at all.”

Before I can stop her, she lifts her hands and pushes my mask up, revealing my face just in time for her lips to find mine. In all the fantasies I’ve had about kissing her, not one of them had her making the first move. But when her tongue glides along my lips before plunging in to tangle with mine, I realize that my imagination will never live up to the real thing.

I grip her ass with one hand as the other glides up her spine to pull her closer to me. When I reach the zipper at the top of her body suit, she breaks our kiss.

“Unzip me,” she says in a breathy whisper.

Ishouldstop this. Dark wooded area or not, we’re still in public and we could get caught. But that somehow just makes it hotter. The fact that she’s willing to expose herself to me…for me…makes me ache for her.

I peel her body suit down to reveal what looks like a black sports bra and bikini underwear, but as soon as my thumbgrazes her pebbled nipple through the material and I realize it’s a bathing suit, I chuckle.

“You really do live to swim, don’t you?” I ask as my thumbs run along band at the top of her ribs.

“Told ya.” Rather than the snarky voice she’s aiming for, it comes our raspy with lust. “Tyler, I want…” Her words are cut off by my lips as I dive in for another kiss before pulling back.

“Sorry,” I tell her, almost bashfully. “I needed another taste. Tell me what you want.”

Instead of speaking, she kisses me again as she takes my hand and guides it under the fabric of her bottoms. She moans when my middle finger brushes against her clit and the sound ignites something inside of me that I’ve never felt.

“So soft,” I say as I pull away from her mouth to kiss down her neck as my finger circles her clit with firm pressure before traveling lower. “So wet.”

“Yes!” She grinds on my hand, encouraging my finger to slip inside her. When I graze a rough patch in her smooth channel, she jolts like I’ve shocked her before letting out a wanton purr.

“You like that,” I realize out loud. “Tell me what else you like.”

“Rub my clit with your thumb,” she demands as she fucks my finger. “Just…like…that,” she says between whimpers as she unravels in front of me.

It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t wait to see it again. With that thought in mind, I lift her to the seat of the bike before I drop to my knees to remove her boots and pull her body suit free. I stand and turn her so she’s straddling the seat and push her back to rest her head on the dash before I straddle the back tire and lean over to kiss her stomach. Her choppy breaths urge me on, and I kiss all the way down until I’m nibbling at her clit through the material of her bathing suit.

Wanting to taste her, I push the fabric aside and lick up her seam, moaning at her tangy flavor before lifting my face to say, “Tell me how you like it, Ricki.”

She lifts her hips to ride my face as she tells meexactlywhat she wants and I obey her every command, licking and nibbling until she’s writhing as she comes a second time.

“You’re spicy,” I say as I kiss my way up her body, climbing over the back seat and putting way too much faith in my kickstand to hold us up. When we don’t fall over, I lean forward and grip the handlebars next to her head as I kiss her lips.

When she attempts to grind against me, I drop one hand to her hip and hold her still. I laugh and nip at her pouting lip before telling her, “You’re gonna make us fall over if you keep doing that.”

“So, find another position,” she snaps playfully.

“Another time,” I tell her as I climb off the bike carefully before pulling her to sit sideways. “We better get out of here before we get busted.”

“Not yet,” she huffs when I reach for her body suit where I tossed it over the dash for her to rest her head on earlier and hand it to her. Instead of pulling it on, she reaches for my belt only to let out a disgruntled sound when I stop her.

“Not happening,” I tell her, pulling her hand to my mouth and kissing the inside of her wrist to ease the sting of rejection I see in her eyes. “I’m not exposing myself in public.”

“You’re such a good boy.” She rolls her eyes dramatically as she snatches her clothes from me.

Once she’s fully dressed, I pull her to stand and cup her cheek tenderly. “I am a good boy. I’d beyourgood boy if you’d have me.”

I watch her face as I wait for her response. Before she even speaks, I see the shutters going back up, blocking out everything we did tonight in favor of her self-imposed life of solitude.

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