Page 66 of Huge Dynamite
Smiling, she places her hands on the seat and leans forward. The pressure of her arms pins her breasts together and they bulge forward. Her hard nipples poke through her T-shirt.
“Shit.” Throwing my leg over, I mount my bike—backward—so we’re face to face, and she’s higher than me on the small passenger’s seat. Leaning forward, she wraps her arms around me and slides closer. I open her mouth with mine, and she takes my tongue, licking and sucking. It’s obvious what she wants and how much she wants it.
Catching my breath, I pull back slightly. “Holly, baby, if we go down this road…” Tilting my head, I try to read her eyes. “It’s going to be hard to stop. Are you sure? Out here?”
“You said we’re alone.”
“There’s no one for miles. But we’re on my bike. It’s not going to be sweet or loving. I want to make love to you—but the whole situation—”
“I don’t want sweet and loving right now.” She lifts her body and moves so the inseam of her jeans is pressing against my rock-hard cock. “I just want you, Seth. I want to forget everything but you and this moment. Please. You can make love to me later—at home.”
The words “at home” strike me, but it’s not the time for that conversation. Fuck it, right now it’s not the time for any conversation.
Clamping my hands on her hips, I lift her and then bring her down on top of my throbbing cock. Thrusting against her, she kisses me back with so much passion, I can feel the warmth and dampness coming through her jeans. As she rubs against me, she drops her head back, and then lifting one hand, she clamps it to her neck. Her fingers dig into the sides of her neck as she rubs harder against me.
Oh, shit! I just realized something. “Holly, baby, I don’t have a condom.”
Shaking her head, she whispers, “I’m on the pill.”
“That’s it.” She is so damn beautiful and so fucking hot.
Reaching between us, I grab my jeans and rip my fly open. Taking her hips, I move her forward, even closer to me. Looking straight into her eyes, I pop her button and unzip her jeans. Greedily, I shove my hand into her lace panties and slide my fingers down.
“God, Holly, baby, you are so wet.”
“Yes.” She drops her head back and then, raising it again, she looks me in the eyes.
Pressing against her tiny nub of nerves, she moans as I work her with my finger. As she slides closer and presses harder, I dip my finger further down. My hand gets caught between the seat and her, so I push with more force and slide my finger deep inside of her.
“Oh, God, Seth!”
“I’ve got you, baby.”
Gasping, she leans farther back, taking more of my finger. She moves in time with me as I press harder and move with shorter, quicker jabs.
“God, yes!” she cries.
“Fuck, Holly.”
Even though the morning air is chilly, as I watch her growing closer to climax, sweat drips from my brow and collects on my back. This freaking Knights jacket is making me even hotter, but I’m not stopping to tear it off. She moves faster against my hand and her muscles clench. No way. I’m not going to send her over the edge like this.
Pulling my finger out faster than I mean to, I lean her even farther back.
“Hold the back of the seat with your hands and raise your hips,” I command as she does what I say.
Yanking her jeans down below her hips and bottom, I stall. The way she’s positioned—with one long leg on each side of the machine—her jeans can’t go down any further. Hopping off the bike, I collect both her legs to one side and pull her jeans and panties off of her.
Fuck. Thank god for that center stand. It is the only thing keeping us from falling. Throwing my leg over, I straddle the bike again, and this time, I stand with the bike between my legs. Dropping my jeans and briefs, I pull them down just enough that my entire member is exposed.
Reaching out, she grabs me with her warm, small hand and strokes me up and down.
“Fuck, that feels way too good.”
While she works me, I reach around and find her exposed bottom. Taking my time, I explore every inch of her naked skin and what it feels like against the leather of my bike seat. Then, moving my hands to her hips, I lift her. My cock protests as soon as she lets go but, lining us up, I ease her down gently on top of me. My tip bursts in and her muscles clench.
“Damn, Holly. I’m going to have to use some force, okay? You are so tight.”
“Yes. You’re so—”
