Page 17 of Fearless
“They get in the way of things,” I shrugged. “It would’ve been pointless to wear a skirt if I still wore something I had to take off.”
“Oh, I’m sure I would’ve managed, butfuck.” His thumb stroked through my lips, eliciting a grin at my wetness as he circled that digit all around my sensitive, aching vulva. “You’re fucking dirty, sugar, and I love it.”
“Show me how much you love it,” I moaned, reaching for the bulge in his pants.
He gave me another deep kiss as I unzipped him, supporting my back gently with one hand as I reclined on the bike. As I stroked him from root to tip, he shoved all the fabric of my skirt up to my waist, baring me to the world of only us.
“Look at you, getting my seat all wet,” he groaned, returning his hand to my drenched core. “I’m never washing this bike again.”
“Don’t tell me that.” I licked my hand and squeezed my palm around him again, rendering him speechless enough with wordless moans.
When he leaned down to kiss me again, both arms stretched above me. The next thing I heard was a deafening roar, and then felt the rumbling of the bike’s engine beneath me.
“Reaper, what are you—“
“Did you like the ride over here?” he asked in my ear, nudging his cock against my thigh. “Feeling the whole bike vibrating under your bare pussy?”
“Yes,” I breathed, sliding my hand under his shirt and up his taut chest hovering above me. “But I loved holding onto you more.”
“You wanna know something?” He pulled back to look at me, and those green eyes shone with a new kind of mischief. “I’ve never ridden a bike and a woman at the same time.”
My eyes widened and I immediately pulled my hands away. “Reaper, no.”
“It’ll be fine. I’ll go slow.” He reached up for one of the grips. “On the bike, not on you.”
“What if I fall?”
“I won’t let you. Just hold onto me with your legs. Please?” He looked like a child begging to do a flip off of a high diving board. “We can try it for this straight stretch of road. I promise I’ll go super slow.”
“I don’t know—“
He kissed me sweetly, nuzzling my face. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I just want to know what it feels like.”
I sighed, leaning my head back to look at the sky above us both. “Why am I actually entertaining this crazy fucking idea?”
“Because you know it’ll be fun.” His hips rolled forward, the head of his cock caressing my clit as he kissed my neck. “Because you trust me.”
I did trust him. Only weeks ago I questioned everything about him. I couldn’t believe that a man like him was capable of caring for me, of loving me. It never occurred to me that wanting to share me was an expression of that care, but now it made total sense. Over the past few days, all those questions dissipated like evaporating puddles in the sun. I still didn’t understand some things, but I found myself happier since admitting I was completely in love with the Steel Demons president.
“Slow,” I contended. “Like a grandma using a walker slow.”
“Mmm.” His mouth moved to my chest, pulling my top and bra aside to reach my nipples with that devilish tongue. “We’ll start without riding first. Then add it in. Slow.”
“Very slow,” I repeated, letting my eyelids fall closed at his hands and mouth doing what they did best.
“I love you,” he moaned deliriously when his mouth found his way to mine again. “You let me be who I am. I love you so much for that.”
“I love who you are—ohh!”
He slid into me in one deep stroke, swallowing my cry as his tongue dominated mine. His legs adjusted under mine, assumedly to set his feet on the footrests, and my legs wrapped tighter around his hips. We built into a steady rhythm, rocking into each other like our bodies were made for this connection.
“Comfortable, sugar?” He crashed into me solidly with each thrust, arms stretched out on either side of me on the grips.
My legs around his waist and my fingers curled into the worn leather of his cut, I was about as steady as I was going to be.
“I’m good,” I breathed, trying not to squirm on the narrow seat as he fucked me.
“Here we go,” he grunted, pausing while sheathed fully inside me to begin a gentle acceleration forward.
