Page 48 of Harmless
“Are you kidding? Goddamn, you turn me on so fucking much. I love watching you take my cock.”
“I mean the bike!” I laughed. “I have an idea.”
He slowed and then paused, smacking a big palm on my ass as he took a series of panting breaths. “Just don’t send us rolling down this hill.”
I turned the key, bringing the bike to life with a roar that lowered to a gentle rumble. Settling back down, I shot Torr a grin over my shoulder.
“Oh, you dirty girl.” He smacked the other side of my ass, returning my grin. “That feels nice on your clit, does it?”
“You know my bike is my favorite toy.” I pressed my belly and pelvis down into the seat, seeking the most friction possible from the vibrations of the machine. “Don’t you dare fucking stop now, Torr.”
“Trust me, I never want to stop.” His cock drove through me slower but no less intense with deep, long strokes.
The vibrations seemed to turn up my sensitivity everywhere, amplifying every sensation on my skin and also internally. I felt every inch of him glide through me just as much as I felt his hands on my hips, pressing me down into the bike so I could feel that constant rumbling even more.
My head was empty except for how wildly, insanely good this felt. And when Torr’s hand cracked down over my ass, that dialed everything up to a new high.
His hand clamped on my nape, the other digging into my hip, holding me in place as he fucked me with more force, more speed. With my head turned to the side, I watched the hypnotic thrusts of his hips, saw the flex and release of his muscles and my ass bouncing with every impact.
Torr was no submissive, and it was wild to think that I craved his rough hold and punishing thrusts just as much as I wanted Santos’ sweetness and eagerness to please.
“Come for me.” Torr growled out the command. “I can feel you getting there. Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”
“Spank me harder,” I demanded in reply.
Torr’s rough, sexy moan was eclipsed by the crack of his palm on my flesh. Heat bloomed over my skin like a fever, and he brought his palm down again before I could recover.
Again and again, the sharp heat of pain lit up my senses. Combined with the rumbling vibrations on my nipples and clit, and his cock fucking me at such a brutal, delicious pace, I didn’t stand a chance.
The orgasm ripped through me like lightning in a storm, once, twice, and once more. Torr’s release followed, kicking inside me and spilling heat that sent more little lightning bursts through me.
The vibrations became too much at that point, and I slapped my palm blindly up in the general direction of the ignition. Torr figured out what I was doing and used his longer reach to turn the bike off for me.
“Thanks,” I panted, dropping my cheek back to the seat, then started giggling.
“What?” Torr lowered over my back and brushed a kiss along my nape.
“Nothing. Thanks is just a weird thing to say after sex, isn’t it?”
He chuckled and patted my arm like we were no more than acquaintances. “Thanks for the ride, partner.”
We burst out laughing together, which quickly turned into moans and body wiggles since he was still inside me and we were both incredibly sensitive.
Torr placed another kiss on my shoulder before he gingerly pulled out of me. I hopped off the bike to get re-dressed and had to lean against the trusty machine on my wobbly, post-orgasm legs.
“I think we both needed that,” I said, once zipped and buttoned up again. Nothing like rough sex on a bike to feel refreshed and invigorated.
Torr nodded, his eyes bright and playful. “Aren’t you glad I made you rest?”
I rolled my eyes but marched over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck before pressing up on tiptoe to kiss him. “I’m glad you’re here with me, period.” His arms went around my waist as we kissed a second time. “I love you, Torr,” I whispered when our lips parted.
The playfulness left his eyes, showing the vulnerability he hid underneath. His forehead rested on mine, hands tightening on my waist like he never wanted to let me go.
Neverwouldlet me go.
Again, I had no expectations and felt no rejection at his silence. I stroked his cheek and kissed him with a smile to let him know that I knew, that I understood. That I loved him regardless and would never let him go either.
“I guess we should get back,” he said, voice full of reluctance.
