Page 51 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
“You sure? It’s going to be fast with no remorse.” He would never do something to hurt me even when he makes those kinds of promises. My safety always comes first to him.
“Let’s go, stranger-danger.”
Off we ride to the next adventure. Always a different route in our rearview mirror. Even though it could take a few hours or a day, we love those rides together. When the streets are almost clean and our sex-capades are never-ending.I totally made up a word to describe our sex adventures.
Our little shenanigans are one of our favorite things to bond over.
We share a mutual love for the dark, unknown, wild side. It’s a part of who we are, a piece we tried to match with another one in the past but never did until we found each other.
I already started to take bike lessons and am looking at bikes that will match my overall needs. I’m pretty settled on adding a baby Kawasaki to the family. I can see the pride in Luka’s eyes toward me for stepping into a new lifestyle. His lifestyle. And nowours.
“I can’t wait to ride with you next to me.”
“Me neither.”
My arms wide open, fingers strumming the wind as I arch my back and crane my neck to the dark skies, getting lost in this freeing feeling with my most treasured person.
The highway at night has an enchanting feel to it. The perfect dose of adrenaline and sex drive is filling my system as we fly across the almost empty road. Dirt and grass decorate the margins, and occasionally, houses too.
My grip tightens around him, an intense hug that is filled with joy as the strands of my hair fly underneath the helmet.
“You having fun, baby?” Luka’s excitement transfers to his voice.
We interlace our gloved fingers and he slows the pace to allow me to balance my heart rate so I won’t get dizzy.
“Yes, I love it.” I grab his confined-cock and squeeze lightly while my fingers scratch his clothed chest.
He reaches his hand to me, kneading my thigh and rubbing softly.
I’m so fucking horny right now.
“Already looking for some action?” His genuine laugh echoes in the helmet speaker while his fingers roam over my clothes and rub my clit.
I giggle. “You know me.”
“That first day we spent together, the urge to watch you suck strawberries with my cum all over them was unbearable.”
My audible whimper echoes inside my caged head. Those little comments he makes about our first day always get me flustered with need.
Abruptly, the bike pulls by the side of a darkened road. Luka turns his body around, removing his helmet in the process and then his gloves and mine.
“But I wanted to take it slow and it was mostly about your pleasure. I enjoy watching you squirm under my touch.” He pulls our bodies closer, fastening our hands together.
Damn him and his flawless body for making me a hot mess.
“I wish I had the perfect words to tell you how you make me feel. But words will only diminish us.” The visor of my helmet does nothing to eliminate Luka’s reflected longing. “To have you riding my cock while I’m riding my bike is fucking madness, and I will make your screams top the motor’s roar, wildflower.”
Exposing his erect cock to me, he removes my comfy sweats and pushes my underwear to the side to check my arousal.
The side-curve on his mouth tells me he’s satisfied with my wetness situation. “I’ll take that,” he grabs the light backpack—we carry with us on our rides, shoves my sweats and our gear inside, and tightens the straps on his shoulders.
Taking my hand in his, he uses us to stroke his cock a few times, up and down with some pressure.
“Your safeword?”
“Kawasaki.”
He lifts me in the air easily like he’d done a thousand times with minimum effort. “I love how riding makes you so. Fucking. Wet.”
