Page 36 of See Me

“Fine, geez.”

She comes closer to the bike and inspects the seat. I get a hint of her citrusy smell and my cock stirs. I turn to meet her eyes over my shoulder.

She bites her lips and I grit my teeth. “I don’t know if I can get on with this dress.”

“Just hike it up a little and swing your leg over the back. Put your hand on my shoulder.” I take her bag of food and hang it off the handlebars and slide off my jacket for her.

She rests her hand on my shoulder and hikes her dress up with her other hand. I follow the movement of the material, exposing more of her thighs until I see a flash of red material between her legs.

She clears her throat and my eyes dart up to her face.

Her eyes about bug out of her head. “Do you mind?”

“What? Are you telling me you wore that so no one would look?”

“The color of my underwear would’ve remained a mystery if you weren’t making me get on this thing.”

I turn to face forward until I feel her weight rest on the bike. I look back and she’s leaning as far away as she can so she doesn’t touch me. “You might want to hang on.”

“I’m fine.”

“If you say so.”

I hand the helmet back to her and give her a minute to strap it on. Slowly walk the bike back to the curb, I ease it over the edge, then pull into traffic and hit the throttle. We aren’t going very fast when she squeaks and her arms fly around my waist.

Good girl.

“Never been on a bike?”

“No.”

“Most women love motorcycles. Gets them off.”

“You sure are full of yourself, aren’t you? I’ll admit some guys on bikes are hot, but I wouldn’t go that far.”

“That’s not what I meant.” I chuckle. “Scoot your butt back.”

“What?”

I flick my hand over my shoulder. “Scoot your butt back and put a few more inches between us.”

“Now? While we’re moving?”

I shake my head and chuckle. “We’re barely moving.”

She takes her hands off my waist and pushes against me to scoot herself back.

“Now tip your hips forward.” I crank the throttle when her chest hits my back.

“Oh,oh.”

“Yeah. If that’s what you need tonight, go ahead.”

I can feel her hesitation, hear her thoughts bouncing around that sexy head of hers. I smile when, after a few minutes, she pushes herself back again, and I hit the throttle. I can’t hear the sound over the roar of the engine but her chest vibrates against my back.

Knowing she just moaned has my cock straining against my jeans. I have the urge to duck into a dark alley and pull her into my lap, making sure we bust the zipper on that dress as she rides my cock. Maybe I should’ve put her in front of me, so I could reach around and stroke her pussy with my cock buried in her lush ass.

She grips my waist tighter, her hands starting to roam over my chest and abs, and her chest hits my back in a rhythmic pattern. I never wanted to be a patch of leather so bad in my life. I can picture her pussy dripping wet, grinding against the seat. My cock aches and weeps behind my zipper as I grit my teeth with the urge to unbutton and stroke myself.

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