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them down. One hand grabbed my other breast while the other squeezed my ass. Naked under the fading sun and the open skies I let my new biker lover touch me, taste me, feel me and grope me.
I used my hands to unbuckle his belt. I looked down at him, his head buried in my chest, his dirty blond hair trailing down and tickling my stomach. I undid the buttons of his fly and bit my lip when his thick, hard manhood emerged. I wrapped my right hand around him and slid it up and down slowly, while my left hand sneaked into his thick head of hair and grabbed a handful.
His mouth moved over to my other breast and he pulled off his gloves before slipping a hand between my legs, running over my folds and spreading my wetness. He didn ’t enter me but I found myself grinding myself against his strong hand.
Our mutual teasing didn ’t last long. He released my breast and his head rose.
“Come here.”
Our lips met again and his hands gripped me around the waist once more. As if I weighed nothing he lifted me up and pulled me to his chest. I could feel him knocking against my thigh. I reached down and gripped him with my fingers as he lowered me down.
“Oh fuck,” he said as his head entered me.
I let out a gasp as he lowered me down and filled me up his hard burning heat. When I found him full inside me I grasped his hair and pulled our lips together again.
Sitting astride him I rocked my hips slowly and then faster and faster. Every now and then our lips parted.
“Oh shit.”
“Fuuuck.”
“Shit that feels good.”
I moaned and let out yelps. I squirmed and rocked back and forth, up and down. The bike ’s suspension bounced with us as I tried to make each movement fill me more deeply than the last.
I ’d always been quiet before. Holding myself in. Not ever letting go, not even realizing that I could let go. Not anymore. Out there in the desert I gave in to my desires and needs more fully than I ever had and I let myself scream when he brought me over the edge.
***
We sat by the river with his arms wrapped around my shoulder as the sun set behind us. We were on a blanket now that he’d pulled out from the panniers on the back of the motorcycle, along with a couple of cans of beer and some sandwiches.
He ’d made a picnic. It wouldn’t exactly win any awards for creativity, but the chicken salad sandwich I was eating tasted better than any I could recall.
“Sorry about the other day. In your room.”
“Don’t be. It was fine.” It was better than fine. Having you hold me down, pin me so I couldn’t move? It was fantastic.
“Are you sure?”
I looked into his eyes. “I’m sure.” My voice went quiet as if I was almost ashamed. “I liked it.”
He grinned, looking a little relieved. “Better than today?”
I giggled. “No. Today was good too. Just different. I guess I’m not picky.”
We both laughed. His face turned more serious. “Can I ask you a favor?”
I gripped his warm hand. “Of course.”
“It might not happen, but it might, and so I need to tell you first.”
“What might happen? What is it?”
He sighed. “On Saturday, at the wake, me and a couple of the others are going to go out for about an hour.”
A chill ran through me. Why would you be going out? “And?”
“And if anyone asks, I need you to say you were with me.”
What are you going to do, Jase? “’Anyone?’ Do you mean the police?”
He nodded. “It’s just a maybe. They might not ask. But they might. And if they do, I need to know 100% that you can do that for me. For us.”
“It’s about Brodie, right?”
“I don’t want to tell you. I mean, I don’t want you to know . You don’t need that on you. And the less you know, the less you’ll feel guilty if the cops ask you.”
The less I know the less I can say, right? Fair enough. You ’re going to get the guys who killed Brodie. Will you kill them? Of course you will. Finally I spoke again, “Okay.”
I turned things over in my
I used my hands to unbuckle his belt. I looked down at him, his head buried in my chest, his dirty blond hair trailing down and tickling my stomach. I undid the buttons of his fly and bit my lip when his thick, hard manhood emerged. I wrapped my right hand around him and slid it up and down slowly, while my left hand sneaked into his thick head of hair and grabbed a handful.
His mouth moved over to my other breast and he pulled off his gloves before slipping a hand between my legs, running over my folds and spreading my wetness. He didn ’t enter me but I found myself grinding myself against his strong hand.
Our mutual teasing didn ’t last long. He released my breast and his head rose.
“Come here.”
Our lips met again and his hands gripped me around the waist once more. As if I weighed nothing he lifted me up and pulled me to his chest. I could feel him knocking against my thigh. I reached down and gripped him with my fingers as he lowered me down.
“Oh fuck,” he said as his head entered me.
I let out a gasp as he lowered me down and filled me up his hard burning heat. When I found him full inside me I grasped his hair and pulled our lips together again.
Sitting astride him I rocked my hips slowly and then faster and faster. Every now and then our lips parted.
“Oh shit.”
“Fuuuck.”
“Shit that feels good.”
I moaned and let out yelps. I squirmed and rocked back and forth, up and down. The bike ’s suspension bounced with us as I tried to make each movement fill me more deeply than the last.
I ’d always been quiet before. Holding myself in. Not ever letting go, not even realizing that I could let go. Not anymore. Out there in the desert I gave in to my desires and needs more fully than I ever had and I let myself scream when he brought me over the edge.
***
We sat by the river with his arms wrapped around my shoulder as the sun set behind us. We were on a blanket now that he’d pulled out from the panniers on the back of the motorcycle, along with a couple of cans of beer and some sandwiches.
He ’d made a picnic. It wouldn’t exactly win any awards for creativity, but the chicken salad sandwich I was eating tasted better than any I could recall.
“Sorry about the other day. In your room.”
“Don’t be. It was fine.” It was better than fine. Having you hold me down, pin me so I couldn’t move? It was fantastic.
“Are you sure?”
I looked into his eyes. “I’m sure.” My voice went quiet as if I was almost ashamed. “I liked it.”
He grinned, looking a little relieved. “Better than today?”
I giggled. “No. Today was good too. Just different. I guess I’m not picky.”
We both laughed. His face turned more serious. “Can I ask you a favor?”
I gripped his warm hand. “Of course.”
“It might not happen, but it might, and so I need to tell you first.”
“What might happen? What is it?”
He sighed. “On Saturday, at the wake, me and a couple of the others are going to go out for about an hour.”
A chill ran through me. Why would you be going out? “And?”
“And if anyone asks, I need you to say you were with me.”
What are you going to do, Jase? “’Anyone?’ Do you mean the police?”
He nodded. “It’s just a maybe. They might not ask. But they might. And if they do, I need to know 100% that you can do that for me. For us.”
“It’s about Brodie, right?”
“I don’t want to tell you. I mean, I don’t want you to know . You don’t need that on you. And the less you know, the less you’ll feel guilty if the cops ask you.”
The less I know the less I can say, right? Fair enough. You ’re going to get the guys who killed Brodie. Will you kill them? Of course you will. Finally I spoke again, “Okay.”
I turned things over in my
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