Suddenly, she’s swinging one of her legs over my body, straddling my lap. I feel her against my dick and groan. Like the tease she is, she starts moving her hips slowly over me, and it feels so damn good. I can’t help it when both my hands travel to her hips, pushing her down harder.
“Fuck, Stevie.”
I give her lip a sharp nibble, and she moans into it, fingers tightening around my jaw. I knew she’d like to flirt with pain. This woman is perfection. I push her down on me harder, feeling her slide back and forth on my cock with more friction. But I’m a hungry man, and I let one of my hands travel up past her hip, along the lines of her body, until I reach the soft fabric at the bottom of her top.
My hand palms her through the fabric, and it’s a tease. I get touches of her bare skin between the holes in the fabric, and my dick twitches when I get her nipple to finally poke through one of them. My thumb circles the hard peak while I make the tough decision to tear myself away from her lips and take her nipple into my mouth.
Her head lolls back, along with the rest of her body, and I have to grip her hips again to prevent her from accidentally sliding back.
“You feel so good.”
Those four words are like magic to my ears.
I bring her back to my lips, kissing her like she is my first breath of air and without her, I’ll die. Her tongue spears into my mouth, and I match her, twining us together. I tap on the back of her neck where the strings to her top are tied.
“Can I?” The words are breathy against her lips.
She gives me a hum and nods her head before kissing me again.
I tug on the string, feeling it unravel, and guide my hands along her collarbones slowly before dipping to peel her top down, freeing her breasts. I feel her smile against my lips as I run my fingers across the sides of her breasts. I pull back from her kisses to admire the goddess in front of me.
The setting sun is hitting her with its amber glow, bathing her in its grace. Her tan body shines in the rays as she leans back slightly, her chest raising and perking her tits up. I grab them both in my hands, the soft mounds sitting perfectly cupped in my palms. I give them a squeeze and rock my hips up because, fuck, they feel perfect. I’ve been dying to get my hands on them since she wore that tight little black number at the VSAs.
I give her nipples a small twist, and she gasps, eyes flashing open to stare at me. I smirk and lean down to suck on her left tit. I place kiss upon kiss before circling my tongue around her nipple, flicking the soft bud. Her hips continue to rock over my dick in a lazy rhythm, building the pressure higher and higher. I move on to her other breast, laving it with the same attention.
She reaches down and grips my chin, guiding me back up to her lips. Taking control. It’s not normally a position I prefer, but with her, it’s sexy. She wants what she wants, and right now she wants me. As she kisses me, her breasts press against my chest, and I become desperate to feel her skin on mine. Reaching back, I grab the neck of my shirt and pull it off my head, throwing it next to us on the bench.
She pauses, placing her small hands on my pecs.
“Wow, your tattoos are gorgeous.”
Her hands run over the various tattoos on my chest before moving onto the ones on my biceps and then traveling down to hold my hands. She turns them over to study the words inked on the top. The word “Good” is printed on the top of my right hand, and “Game” is on the left. I fucking love them, even though they’re the reason why I’m stuck wearing gloves as Blade all the time.
“Why ‘Good Game’？” She asks.
“It’s a gaming thing. I got them when I was seventeen.” I try to act chill about it in the hopes that she doesn’t ask further. It’s not like I can tell her that I got the tattoos to commemorate my streaming career.
Instead, I pull her back to me, enveloping her lips in a heavy kiss. My hand threads into the hair at the base of her neck, gripping it with a slight tug, and she lets out a small sigh. My other hand rests on the small of her back, pressing her closer to me. Her breasts slide against my bare chest, and I savor the contact, her hardened peaks rubbing across my skin. I’m desperate for her. I want to taste, suck, and lick every inch of her.
She pulls away and I growl, but she just smiles before dipping her head and licking the barbell in my left nipple.
“Fuck, Stevie.”
My hips buck up in response to her hot tongue sliding over the sensitive skin. It sends a shot of electricity right to my dick, and I grind my hips into her harder. I feel her lips curve into a smirk a second before I feel one of her hands slip between us. Her hand runs over my hard length, which is straining against my jeans. I don’t think it is possible for my dick to get any harder than it is right now, but fuck, she feels amazing.
I pull her into another fervent kiss, sucking hard on her bottom lip. She gives my dick a squeeze, and I bite down. The slight tang of blood spreads, and it just spurs me on further. Her hand moves to the button of my jeans, and all I can think is, yes, yes, yes.
A deep groan spills out of me as she starts to tug down the zipper, relieving some of the ache she has built within me.
And that’s when I hear a car speeding quickly up the road, its engine roaring obscenely loud. Sounds like it’s been heavily modified, and not in a good way.
Stevie gasps, her hands flying off my dick and up to clutch her top to her chest in an attempt to shield herself.
The engine roars again in the distance with a piercing screech—like the car is attempting a round of donuts—and the sudden noise shocks me, making me pause, delaying my reaction time. So much so that when Stevie goes to push us apart, I fail to grab her and she quickly goes tumbling off my lap and onto the ground. Her eyes go round as she stares at me from below. She didn’t even attempt to break her fall, too afraid to let go of her shirt. She doesn’t even bother to retie her top or brush herself off, she just scrambles to her feet and does this little crouch-run to my bike, mumbling, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” the entire time.
I’d laugh at how cute it is if I wasn’t still in a half-delirious state. My dick is raging against itself at the tease show it just experienced.
My heart rate is sky high, and I just slump against the hard back of the bench, its wood digging into my skin, and let my head hang back for a few seconds. The engine gets loud enough that I know they are probably only a minute or two out. I snatch my shirt and tug it back on. I push up from the bench just as the car comes into view.
They swerve hard when they reach the top, their half circle burning rubber. Tsk. What a waste.
Three guys file out of the car, giving each other pats on the back and talking loudly. I don’t pay attention to what they’re saying and grab my helmet and Stevie’s purse from the bench before making my way to her. Her cheeks are still flushed red, the blush leaking down her neck to her chest.
“Are you okay?”
I hand her purse over.
“Yeah, sorry,” she takes the purse from me and slips it over her head. “I just wasn’t expecting that. Thank you.”
“No worries.” I reach forward to brush some of the gravel off her arms, and she shivers in response.
“I—” she pauses, playing with the strap of her purse, “it’s not like I didn’t want to, like…” She trails off and somehow her blush deepens. She was five seconds away from whipping my dick out for all of California to see, but now she gets shy. She really is the cutest thing ever.