I was five seconds away from pulling her onto my lap and making out with her in the café. I was so close to tasting those plush lips. But I knew that if I started, I would have basically been humping her on the couch, and that would have gotten us kicked out very quickly. Sydney loves that place too much for me to do that.
“Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.” She pauses. “I can’t fall off right?”
“Have you ever ridden on the back of a jet ski?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you fall off?”
“Once.”
Well…fuck. Not exactly the way I wanted this to go.
“Once out of how many times?”
“Hundreds, probably. We go every summer.”
“Then just think of this as the same. Hold on tight, shift your weight a little when you feel it, and keep your feet planted.”
I feel her take a deep inhale and exhale against my back.
“Alright, I’m ready.”
“Then here we go, baby.”
I take off out of the parking lot and onto the street at a reasonable speed, mainly to let her get adjusted. After a few minutes, we swing onto the highway, and I start to speed up. If I was alone, I would’ve ramped up all the way at once, but she might impale me with her nails if I do that. My speed creeps up from fifty to sixty and finally seventy miles per hour. Once we get a little farther out, I’ll be able to go ninety, and that’s when I really fly. There is an old highway no one uses anymore; if you follow it long enough, it takes you to an overlook with a view of the ocean.
Stevie’s grip begins to tighten as my speed continues to creep up. It’s early afternoon, yet there aren’t too many cars out, so I’m able to zip my way between the vehicles. Sliding from one lane to the next, the sun is beating down on us. With the speed I’m flying at, it forces the air to whip by us, cooling our skin. My hair rustles against the wind, and I let the freedom take over. I’d forgotten how nice it felt to ride without a helmet.
After thirty minutes, we finally arrive at the turn off, and my speed slows. I pull down a couple of streets before the highway entrance starts to appear in the distance. I can feel her moving as she turns to look around us, but she doesn’t say anything. She does, however, keep fucking shifting. Each time she moves, I can feel her pussy grinding against my ass. That, on top of her tits pressing up against my back whenever I speed up, is getting to be a smidge distracting.
My brain is trying to focus on the road, but my dick is centered on her.
I really want to show her the highway and the view, but if she keeps moving, we’re not going to make it. I slow down a bit so it’s easier for her to hear me.
“Stevie.”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to need you to stay still for this next bit and just hold me. I promise it’s worth it.”
“What do you mean?”
She shifts a-fucking-gain.
“That. That is what I mean.”
“What?”
She leans in to hear me better, and her tits squish against my shoulders and I about fucking lose it.
“Stephanie. If you keep grinding your pussy against my ass, I’m going to turn around and fuck you on this bike faster than you can say ‘oh.’”
“Oh.”
This woman.
“If you can wait just ten minutes, it’ll be worth it.”
Although, I’m beginning to doubt that myself. I’d rather be buried deep in her than admiring a view I’ve seen a thousand times. But getting to see Stevie experience it for the first time? Yeah, that’ll be something.
“Okay, I promise. Just let me readjust one last time.”
I groan, deep and loud, and she just chuckles at me. She starts to shift herself forward and repositions her hands. I feel them drift farther up my chest and hold my breath. She travels just far enough to find a surprise and pauses, pulling back.
“Was that—” she cuts herself off, her hand tentatively reaching back out. “Is this a nipple piercing?” She starts toying with it, and now we have a whole new issue.
“Sure is,” I ground out. “But, again, I’m going to have to ask you to explore it later.”
“Right, sorry.” Her arms return to my ribs, and she squeezes tightly. “Okay, I’m ready. Show me what you got.”
I smirk, not giving her any warning as I push my speed quickly. The six-cylinder in-line engine purrs under us as I gain traction during that first mile. I lean forward, closer to the handlebars. Stevie’s body follows my movement, her head turning so the helmet rests on my back, allowing her to watch the scenery we pass.
I love this feeling. It is pure freedom and adrenaline, threading through your veins. Traveling at a hundred miles an hour, completely uninhibited, the highway your playground. Riding on the precipice of death, teasing the Underworld to swallow you with the slightest misstep. You feel euphoric, a high like no other.
I swerve us around the corner, tilting low to the asphalt, and a laugh rips itself from my body. My stomach dips from the motion, the same feeling you get when a plane lands or a roller coaster drops—it is my favorite feeling in the world. One I am addicted to.
When I exit the curve and straighten, I hear Stevie let out a whoop and feel her laughter rumble against my back. I grin, loving that she is loving this, too. You never know how someone is going to react being on the back of your bike. But when they also become one with you? That is something special.
I knew this girl was going to ruin me, but I think she is going to be my complete destruction. And I will happily let my castle crumble around me if it makes her happy.
The end of the highway crests, and I start pulling back on my speed. The highway used to go on for miles, but after it was abandoned, some asshole decided to do his own DIY project on it and tore up a bunch of the pavement. Now, there is a solid mile that is a mixture of weeds, grass, and bumpy asphalt before it starts up again. You could technically keep going, but it gets a little unsafe. Plus, the real view is here anyway.
I pull us to a stop and turn the engine off. Taking my sunglasses off, I place them on the dashboard and turn to her.
“You’re going to need to get off first.”
“Right.”
Giving my shoulders her death-grip again, she swings herself off and almost crumples. Shit, I forgot to warn her. I quickly jump off and prop myself under her shoulder.
“Holy fuck, my legs hurt,” she groans.
“Yeah, you were probably clenching your thighs together for like thirty minutes straight. It does a number on you.”
“It feels like I’ve just been banged within an inch of my life.”
Well, that gets my dick stirring again.
I shift so I’m in front of her but she can still lean on me. Reaching up, I unclasp the helmet and slide it off. Her beautiful maple eyes meet mine, and damn, I missed looking in them. Still holding her, I lean past her to settle the helmet on the bike while she weakly attempts to smooth her hair.
“Come on, there’s a bench over there we can sit on.”
“Nuh-uh.” She shakes her head. “Not gonna make it. My thighs feel like death.”
“It’s just a few feet away.”
“I’ll crawl.”
“As much as I’d love to see you on your knees—” She glares at me. “—I have an alternative.”