Page 83 of Wicked Dove
“This hasn’t been used by anyone else, right?” I blurt, and he glowers at me.
“I would never,” he snaps, mad that I would even think it, but I have to be sure. He shakes his head before nodding at the rear seat that sticks out a little wider.
“Hike your knee up onto there if you can.” He says it like he’s thought about the best position, but there’s a hint of uncertainty that tells me he’s not quite sure.
Gulping, I press my left knee against the seat like he says, and he grabs my upper arm, helping me swing my other leg over. I gasp the second my knee connects on the other side as I feel the tip of the dildo right at my core.
Damn, he really thought this through.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as his hand ghosts over my thigh and under the hem of my skirt before his fingers curl around my panties and tug. I feel lightheaded as the material melts away at his touch, leaving me bare.
“Just like that,” he rasps, his wicked glint holding me before he turns around to grab the handlebars. He revs the engine again, the vibrations going straight to my core and leaving me breathless.
“Kael,” I rasp, panting as I shift slightly so I’m a little more comfortable on my knees. Instead of wrapping my arms around his middle as I intended, I hold onto his shoulders. I’m nervous, but the excitement is undeniable. My skirt does nothing to conceal my bare pussy, but the whisper of the cool air against my exposed flesh is intoxicating.
He revs the engine again before he lifts his foot off the ground and we slowly start moving. I’m not even seated, the tip of the cock beneath me filling me with desire and nerves, but the slight jerk as he sets into motion has the head slipping into my core.
Fuck.
“You’re going to need to sit your ass down if you want me to actually go somewhere without anyone seeing,” he says, and I startle as his voice filters through the helmet.
“What the hell?” I mutter, and he chuckles.
There must be some kind of audio connection between the two helmets.
He glances back over his shoulder at me, and even though his visor is down, I can feel the challenge all the same. He lifts a hand to knock my visor down too, and at the same time, I dare to lower myself onto the toy.
My pulse races through me as I take inch after inch of his toy, gasping with every move. I should be embarrassed by how slick I already am just from the thought of it, but it makes the process even better as I work my way all the way down until I’m fully seated.
I think my heart is going to pound out of my chest as I really let my circumstances settle in. I’m on the back of a motorcycle. Not just any motorcycle,Kael’smotorcycle. And it’s not just any seat, it’s one fitted with a thick cock for me to ride as he drives us through The Vale.
I’m going to pass out.
As if sensing my thoughts, he takes off, the move startling me, yet making me more alert at the same time. I cling to him for dear life, my fingers curling into the fabric of his tee as he weaves along the roads that make up the footprint of The Vale. I don’t register anything in my mind, my entire body consumed by the cock buried between my thighs.
The street lights offer a soft glow, but thankfully, no one seems to be around at this time.
A flash of The Hut comes back into view and I expect him to pull over, but to my surprise, he continues around again, upping the speed this time as his voice filters into my helmet again.
“You’re not going to come if you don’t put the effort in, Elodie. Ride it. Ride it for me.”
I gulp as my pussy clenches around the toy, digging my nails in for extra purchase before I follow his command. Flexing myhips, I dig my knees inward and lift my ass until only the head remains before I slam back down.
“Fuck,” I groan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as adrenaline licks along my skin, dancing with the yearning that claims me.
“Again,” Kael rasps, revving the engine as he speeds up, and I gulp, eager to chase the euphoria I can already feel at my fingertips.
Bouncing on the length, I close my eyes, feeling the wind whip across my skin as my pace increases, desperation getting the better of me as I fuck my new favorite toy like my life depends on it. It’s too much and not enough all at once. The knot of ecstasy bundles at the base of my spine, every arch of my back inching the tendrils of my impending climax closer to the surface as Kael’s voice comes through, low and rough.
“I want my name on your lips when you come.”
I snicker, opening my eyes as I shake my head. “Not if I’m getting myself off.”
Upping my pace and pursuing the bliss I know is imminent, I hear him hiss when my nails dig into him harder as the first licks of ecstasy zip up my legs. I moan, long, hard, and completely spent as I ride wave after wave of my climax, soaking my seat with my release.
The second the final spasm ripples through me, Kael brings the motorcycle to a screeching halt. Startled, I notice the derelict outline of Institute Nine before I’m hiked off the bike like a ragdoll.
His hands are at my waist, the bike long forgotten as he takes two steps before dropping to his knees. Blades of grass dance over my skin as he lays me down, and I gape at him, my muscles still like jelly as I watch him undo the button on his jeans.
