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Colt slides his mouth against mine, slipping his tongue inside, mimicking how his fingers slide in and out of me, before he pulls away again to look at me. “Pull the top of that dress down, show me those perfect tits,” he orders, and I’m quick to obey. My hands leave his shoulders, and I slip my arms out of the straps on my dress, shoving it down to my waist. The cool summer air hits my heated skin and my nipples harden.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Colt groans. “Touch them. Play with your nipples, get them ready for me.”

Again, I do as I’m told, and my body bucks into his the second my fingers pinch and pull the sensitive peaks. “Oh shit.”

Colt pulls his fingers out from inside me and I feel him fumbling between us. A button pops and I feel the silky, smooth skin of his cock as it bobs free. I watch him with hooded eyes and he grips my jaw with his hand, his own eyes flashing.

“This is going to be quick, Lyric. You’re going to ride my cock until you come, then I’m going to fuck you to the point that it might feel like I hate you until I come inside you so you know who you belong to. Just remember, baby, that even when it feels like it's too much, this is permanent for me,” he says roughly, his voice carrying a possessiveness to it that should scare me but doesn’t. I feel the head of his cock at my entrance before he thrusts inside me hard, my body bouncing against his. “Jeezus fuck, how, how are you so perfect?”

His voice is a mix of pleasure and pain while he holds himself inside me. His arms brace forward, grabbing the handlebars to keep us upright on his bike. Colt drops a kiss on my lips before he bites my bottom one. “Go ahead, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

I slide my hands back and push against the seat to get leverage. My back arches and my neck falls back. I use my legs to push my hips back and slam forward, taking him deep inside me once again. Colt’s head drops back and the cords in his neck strain as air hisses between his teeth. “Just like that, baby. Your cunt is so tight, so sweet, so mine.”

His words fuel the passion and need in my veins, and I repeat pushing and pulling myself up and down his cock. The seat becomes slippery underneath me from how wet I am. I’m so close, the pleasure so intense. Colt’s eyes keep flicking from mine down to where he’s disappearing into my body like he’s memorizing it.

“I need more, please touch me,” I beg him. Colt’s eyes slant up and one of his hands drops from the handlebar, his thumb circling my clit with just the right pressure that it sets sparks off behind my eyes.

“Colt, oh god,” I cry out his name when I come, my hips slamming down on him while I chase the tail end of my orgasm. My chest is tight and I’m breathing hard.

Colt’s hips start rocking up into mine and the sudden movement makes me jump. “Did that feel good, Lyric?” he teases, running his lips over my neck and down to my collarbone.

“So good,” I respond, licking my lips, acutely aware of the heat gathering in my core again, flaring to life now that Colt is taking over. His hands run down my arms and he takes my own in his, curling them around the handlebars. “Hang on now, baby.”

In this position, my back is completely arched and my breasts are thrust toward his face. Colt runs his hands over my chest, squeezing with his hands and pinching my nipples until I cry out. “You were made for me, Lyric,” he says and slams forward.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, feeling him deep inside me. He’s coming undone with every thrust.

“Hold my dress for me,” I demand, and he quickly bunches my dress around my hips, where he anchors his hands. His thighs dig into the sides of his bike to keep us upright.

The night air around us is filled with the sounds of us. My cries, his groans and curses, the way he praises my pussy, and the slap of skin on skin. It’s perfect and us and a soundtrack I want to listen to for the rest of my life. Before I know it, I feel the need to come again. Colt tilts my hips at just the right angle and the pressure builds.

“Please, don’t stop,” I cry out, my hands gripping the bars tighter, my arms burning from the exertion.

“Never,” Colt grunts. “I love you, baby. I love you so much.”

I come. I come hard, my body shaking, my legs tightening, and spots dancing in my vision. Everything feels so good, the pleasure so intense that it almost hurts. My orgasm pushes him over the edge as he drives into me harder and harder until he falls forward, his face pressed against my neck, moaning as his hot cum fills me up.

Colt catches himself and leans over me, grabbing the handlebars and slumping against the seat. We’re both breathing hard, sweat slicking our skin. His cum is spilling out of me, dripping down my thighs and onto the seat.

I reach up and take Colt’s face in my hands. He holds my gaze and I open my mouth to speak when he shakes his head.

“Don’t, Lyric. You don’t have to say anything right now. When I come back, and this is all over, when you have your lifeback, then we can talk. I just couldn’t leave you without telling you.”

Tears fill my eyes and my chest hurts. I never want this moment to end, yet I know it's all about to come crashing down. This bubble I’ve been in with Colt, away from the real world, will soon burst. He helps me to sit up, before lifting me over his bike. I fix my dress, and he grabs a rag from the bag on the back of his bike and wipes our cum off his seat, before tucking it in his back pocket. I’m so transfixed that I miss when he leans down and swipes my panties off the grass where they fell, holding them out hooked on his finger.

“Not a word,” I tell him as I grab them from him and my cheeks blush.

When I’m as put together as I can be, Colt studies me. He really looks at me, with a ghost of a smile on his lips. I take him in too, with his messy hair and flushed face. I want to tell him I feel it too. I want so badly for the words to fall from my tongue. The only thing holding me back is what he just said, what he asked of me. A real discussion when all the bad things are over.

“Come back home to me.”

Colt’s throat bobs and he glances away and then back to me. “I always wanted to hear you say that.”

A chuckle escapes me. Colt reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cell phone I don’t recognize. “This is a burner. Only the club has this number, and their numbers are in here for you.” I take it from him, nodding my understanding. I keep the smile on my face as I head back toward the house.

“Lyric,” he calls out, and I turn back to him. “Lock the door and set the alarm.”

“So demanding,” I mumble under my breath, but I hurry inside anyway and do as he asks. A few seconds later, I hear his bike rev to life and drive away. My heartbeat speeds up and I feel sick.

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