Page 89 of What Hurts Us

I chuckled and slipped my thumbs into the waist of the denim and shoved it down. “I think indecent thoughts about you every time I’m in public.”

Braving the pre-winter chill, she kicked her jeans off of her ankles and shoved them against the back tire. I shucked off my jacket, balling it and placing it in the dip of the motorcycle seat, evening the plane out for her. I scooped her up, taking two strides to my motorcycle and setting her down, backward, on the seat.

“Lay back. Feet on the pegs.”

Tentatively, she followed orders, resting the back of her shoulders against the handlebars and bracing her toes against the pegs. Her mile-long legs stretched out like the graceful edge of a mountain range on the horizon.

“Good girl,” I murmured as I swung a leg over the bike, straddling her hips. “You’re amazing, trusting me like this. You look stunning. So beautiful—all your curves lit up in the moonlight.” I unzipped my jeans and nestled my cock between her slick entrance, soaking in her warmth. “You’re so soft. Your body is heaven.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, whimpering as I rocked slowly against her clit, letting the ecstasy build. Her thighs quivered. Fingers flexed as she dug into the seat cushion. With one hand on the handlebars and my feet planted firmly for balance, I slid my palm up her stomach, grazing the underside of her breasts. I slipped my hand beneath the underwire of her bra and palmed her flesh. Layla keened, tipping her head back and gasping. Only the crickets witnessed her reverent pleas.

“Baby—” she begged. “Please.”

“Please,what?” I asked and switched to her other breast. Plumping, tugging, twisting, and teasing. “Tell me what you want, honey.”

She lifted her hips, trying to meet my lazy thrusts. “I need you.”

“Need me where? Use your words.” I bent, burying my mouth in the crook of her neck. “You know how much I like hearing you say all those filthy things.”

“Your cock,” she whispered. “Inside of me.”

I nudged her wetness again, sliding the head of my cock over her clit.Back and forth. Back and forth.“This where you want it?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Bare.” Her eyes flitted open to meet mine. “If you’re okay. I… I want to feel you. All of you.”

I reached down and pressed my thumb inside of her.She was soaked.I brought her glistening wetness back to her lips and swiped it across her pout. Her tongue darted out for a taste, but I pressed my thumb down, keeping her mouth open. “Nuh-uh-uh. That’s mine.” Leaning down, I kissed her flavor off her lips. “How did you get so perfect? Every part of you is flawless.”

She shook her head. “I’m not perfect. I just like the way my broken pieces fit with yours.”

I reared back, parted her entrance with my fingers, and nudged my dick inside of her. “Hold on, but don’t move.”

“Cal—” she whimpered, a desperate edge to her voice.

“Stay still. Let me look at you.”

Her rigid body relaxed, and she closed her eyes, a small cloud of breath escaping her lips. I pressed the pad of my thumb against her clit, massaging it back and forth as I slowly fed my cock inside of her tight channel. “That’s my good girl,” I murmured as I felt her pussy close around me in strangling heat. “So good, honey. Look at you. So beautiful, and it’s all for me.”

Her lips parted in a gasp at the praise. I held deep, teasing her clit with the thatch of hair at the base of my shaft. My balls already felt tight, and I had yet to drive into her. I needed the release just as much as she did.

“You listened so well,” I murmured as I bent and nipped at her ear. “Are you ready to feel powerful?”

She nodded silently, her sharp breaths the confirmation I needed. I found the key still in the ignition and gave it a sharp twist. Layla gasped as the motorcycle roared to life. The harsh vibrations from the engine beneath us reverberated through our joined bodies.

“Baby—” Layla’s cry was cut off by my cock sliding out and then immediately ramming back inside. Her eyes shot open, then fluttered shut as I rocked my hips between thrusts.

Our moans were drowned out by the idling engine. Every thrust, every tease, every ounce of ecstasy brought us closer and closer to the edge of forever. I could see it every time I closed my eyes. Every scenario was with her.

She was strength, patience, and love. I felt it every time I laid eyes on her. I knew it in my soul when we were apart.

I closed my eyes as I drove into her again, remembering the first time we’d met. The thrum of the motorcycle engine turned into ambient sounds of a helicopter in flight. I didn’t know if I believed in love at first sight, but I believed in her.

I believed in fate.

And however twisted the circumstances were that brought us here, we made it. It wasn’t a figment of our imaginations. It wasn’t a convenient answer to a contrived situation. It was us. We were real.

“Cal—baby—” Layla was panting fast, her chest heaving with each thrust. The shuddering bike beneath us had electricity pulsing over her body, coursing through her clit in a constant stream.

“Come for me, precious.” I held deep and strummed her clit, feeling her clench and clamp around me. “That’s my girl. You feel incredible.”

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