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me
take you home.”
I pout. “It’s not even late.”
“It isn’t, but I have plans soon.”
“What plans?” But more importantly with whom?
He doesn’t answer.
And I understand that he doesn’t want to answer. And he
doesn’t have to. This is us building our version of together. I am comforted in
the knowledge that I can also choose not to answer if he asks a question I
don’t like. Still, a curl of curiosity sits in my stomach. What plans?
He pulls me along the boardwalk until he stops at a
motorcycle that I recognize as his. As I stare at the bike, the beginning of a
plan stirs in my mind. Screw rule number one. When I’m done he won’t even
remember he had plans after this.
Caden doesn’t put me behind him, he puts me in front again.
He straddles the bike behind me, his long arms easily fitting around me to
grasp at the handlebars. His chest fits against my back and his legs press
along mine. It makes my skin crackle like wood against wildfire.
Soon we are moving along the streets of Cherry Farm, a quiet
residential area with wide streets and little traffic. It’s not far from where
I live, so I have limited time. I start rolling my hips and pressing my ass
against him. I lean my head back into the crook of his neck and lick under his
jaw.
“Kitten,” his voice is stern in my ear, his breath and the
closeness of his lips making me shiver. “You’re playing a very dangerous game.”
I can feel his erection growing against me and it spurs me
on to rock with even more enthusiasm. He is mine, I can feel it already. I grab
his thighs and dig my fingers in, pushing back and forward against him. He
growls in my ear. I continue to move, thrusting, rocking, pretending that he is
the one rumbling underneath me, looking up at me, worshipping me. The wind
whipping through my hair sends chills across my searing hot skin, and I imagine
it is his fingers pushing back the strands so he can see my face. A white-hot
energy builds inside me. Back. Forth. Higher and higher. I hear us both panting
over the roar of the bike.
I barely notice him turning onto my street. By the time he
pulls the bike into the small lane next to my building he is so hard against my
back and his thighs so tense under my hands that they are shaking. I am so wet
and blind with desperation that I have become a squirming vessel of melted
liquid held up only by his body. Oh God. I need him now.
The bike stops moving, but he doesn’t turn off the engine.
He grabs my hip with one hand, slides his other arm around my body and reaches
into my open jacket. His thumb brushes across my hardened nipple through my
silk top just as he pushes my hip down so that my clit meets the vibrating seat
through my jeans. It is too much.
I come. My belly clenches before releasing into a single
crescendoing note throughout my body. I can’t help the cry that escapes my open
mouth, my head thrown back like I’m singing to the heavens. I pray that this
doesn’t have to stop.
The intensity ebbs and I feel a buzzing covering me like a
blanket.
I hear his voice in my ear. “It felt so perfect to have you
come apart in my arms, kitten. I’m going to do that to you again soon. But next
time I’m going to be inside you.”
Oh yes, please, I want you inside me. How is it that
this ache for him is still here even after I just had that amazing orgasm?
I’m limp as he pulls me off his bike. He holds me until the
feeling returns to my legs and I can stand on my own. Then he lets go of me and
mounts his bike again. Sitting on it he is closer to my height.
The realization snaps me out of my fog. “What? You’re not
coming in?”
“No, kitten. I have things to do.”
“But you…” I wave wildly at the direction of his jeans,
which are still straining against his bulk.
He laughs and reaches around my neck to pull my cheek to his
lips. “Be good, kitten.”
And he backs out of my driveway and rides away.
There are things that stay the same every
take you home.”
I pout. “It’s not even late.”
“It isn’t, but I have plans soon.”
“What plans?” But more importantly with whom?
He doesn’t answer.
And I understand that he doesn’t want to answer. And he
doesn’t have to. This is us building our version of together. I am comforted in
the knowledge that I can also choose not to answer if he asks a question I
don’t like. Still, a curl of curiosity sits in my stomach. What plans?
He pulls me along the boardwalk until he stops at a
motorcycle that I recognize as his. As I stare at the bike, the beginning of a
plan stirs in my mind. Screw rule number one. When I’m done he won’t even
remember he had plans after this.
Caden doesn’t put me behind him, he puts me in front again.
He straddles the bike behind me, his long arms easily fitting around me to
grasp at the handlebars. His chest fits against my back and his legs press
along mine. It makes my skin crackle like wood against wildfire.
Soon we are moving along the streets of Cherry Farm, a quiet
residential area with wide streets and little traffic. It’s not far from where
I live, so I have limited time. I start rolling my hips and pressing my ass
against him. I lean my head back into the crook of his neck and lick under his
jaw.
“Kitten,” his voice is stern in my ear, his breath and the
closeness of his lips making me shiver. “You’re playing a very dangerous game.”
I can feel his erection growing against me and it spurs me
on to rock with even more enthusiasm. He is mine, I can feel it already. I grab
his thighs and dig my fingers in, pushing back and forward against him. He
growls in my ear. I continue to move, thrusting, rocking, pretending that he is
the one rumbling underneath me, looking up at me, worshipping me. The wind
whipping through my hair sends chills across my searing hot skin, and I imagine
it is his fingers pushing back the strands so he can see my face. A white-hot
energy builds inside me. Back. Forth. Higher and higher. I hear us both panting
over the roar of the bike.
I barely notice him turning onto my street. By the time he
pulls the bike into the small lane next to my building he is so hard against my
back and his thighs so tense under my hands that they are shaking. I am so wet
and blind with desperation that I have become a squirming vessel of melted
liquid held up only by his body. Oh God. I need him now.
The bike stops moving, but he doesn’t turn off the engine.
He grabs my hip with one hand, slides his other arm around my body and reaches
into my open jacket. His thumb brushes across my hardened nipple through my
silk top just as he pushes my hip down so that my clit meets the vibrating seat
through my jeans. It is too much.
I come. My belly clenches before releasing into a single
crescendoing note throughout my body. I can’t help the cry that escapes my open
mouth, my head thrown back like I’m singing to the heavens. I pray that this
doesn’t have to stop.
The intensity ebbs and I feel a buzzing covering me like a
blanket.
I hear his voice in my ear. “It felt so perfect to have you
come apart in my arms, kitten. I’m going to do that to you again soon. But next
time I’m going to be inside you.”
Oh yes, please, I want you inside me. How is it that
this ache for him is still here even after I just had that amazing orgasm?
I’m limp as he pulls me off his bike. He holds me until the
feeling returns to my legs and I can stand on my own. Then he lets go of me and
mounts his bike again. Sitting on it he is closer to my height.
The realization snaps me out of my fog. “What? You’re not
coming in?”
“No, kitten. I have things to do.”
“But you…” I wave wildly at the direction of his jeans,
which are still straining against his bulk.
He laughs and reaches around my neck to pull my cheek to his
lips. “Be good, kitten.”
And he backs out of my driveway and rides away.
There are things that stay the same every
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