Page 18 of Fearless
“That’s good, that’s good! No faster!” I pleaded, the sensation of forward movement already making me regret agreeing to this.
“No? How about harder?”
He resumed his thrusts, putting more force into his hips as his eyes kept looking straight forward at the road in front of us. His jaw tightened. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth. He wanted so badly to look at me.
And he looked so fucking hot, pounding into me while the muscles in his arms flexed and the landscape moved past us. I thought I’d be too scared and distracted to actually enjoy this, but holy hell, I did. The angle of him crashing into me sent my clit buzzing at each impact. He penetrated me deeply, knowing how much I loved to be filled by him and not skimping on any thrust.
His eyes still glued to the road, he brought one hand down to hold my hip. His palm added an anchor of stability to my position on the bike, while his thumb reached over to tease my clit.
“Put your hand back,” I yelled over the engine.
“I’m good, sugar,” he bellowed in return, grinning at me like a madman. “She’s steady. You’re steady. There’s just one thing missing.”
He pressed harder with his thumb, closing in on that bundle of nerves already sparking with tension like a live wire. Then he upped the ante by leaning down and sucking my nipple into his mouth.
“Stop that!” I cried. “Eyes on the road!”
He laughed wildly as he sat back up. “Goddamn, I’m in fucking heaven.”
“How fast are we going?” I only then noticed how the landscape whipped past us, when earlier I was sure we were going slow enough to take in every detail.
“Don’t worry about it,” he smirked with a shift of his hips that lifted us both from the seat.
I whimpered and clutched desperately at him with the sudden change of movement, knowing the road running just a few feet below me would skin me alive.
“It’s all right, I’ve got you.” His eyes flicked down to me for a moment of warm reassurance. “I won’t let you fall.”
“How much longer do you want to do this?”
That grin filled with maniacal glee returned. “Until you come.”
“That’s not gonna happen! I’m too fucking scared.”
“And I’m telling you not to be scared. You love riding. You love it when I’m inside you. So just combine the two of them in your mind.”
“Easy for you to fucking say,” I groaned, leaning my head back in defeat.
Looking straight up at the sky felt way too much like I was in freefall. And leaning my head to either side, watching the world zip by at speeds unknown freaked me out too much. So I looked at Reaper, calm and in control. The fucking daredevil would probably embrace death from a fiery crash, his dick still lodged inside of someone.
He was fascinating to watch, his hips rolling as he slid in and out of me. His left hand occasionally resting on me when it wasn’t on the grip. The pressure of his palm on my hip intensified the vibrating of the motorcycle throughout my whole body. As minutes passed and we continued to be alive, I was able to feel less afraid and really feel the sensations coursing through me. From him. From the machine carrying us. And from the thrill of the ride.
“That’s it, sugar,” he rasped, sliding a free hand under my askew top to cup my breast. “I can feel you getting wetter. Just enjoy this for how good it feels.”
The wind steadily grew colder, erecting goosebumps on my skin and turning my nipples into tight, aching buds. But his hands were so warm, soothing the bite of the cold, as they moved over me. I didn’t even protest when he leaned down again to caress my other nipple with his tongue.
We took a few winding turns that required both his hands to steer, while he pressed into me with a new depth and fullness. A gasp stole my breath as my fingers dug into his muscular thighs. The force of gravity molded us into a single three-part unit—me, him, and the motorcycle.
“Reaper,” I whimpered, each lean of the bike through the turns setting off a new mini-explosion within me. “I’m gonna…”
“God, yes, I can feel you,” he growled back, jaw tight and his eyes staring straight ahead. “I always want to see your face when you come, but I’m not tryin’ to run us off the road.”
The crashing of him against me grew desperate, hurried. He barely left me at all before he filled me up again and again, until I overflowed with a crash of my own.
“Jesus, fuck!” The motorcycle wobbled for one tiny, heart-stopping second.
He quickly regained control, but barely. My orgasm closed hard around his thick shaft, pulling him in deeper and holding on almost as tightly as my hands and legs did. The shockwaves continued to roll over me, so much that I didn’t realize the bike had slowed down until we nearly stopped.
“What are we…”
