“Harley,” I breathed out as I threw my head back to take in some much needed oxygen.
He pressed his lips and tongue to my neck as he carried me toward the black and chrome motorcycle.
“Oh fuck, Bryce. I want you so bad.”
“You’ve already got me bad, Hunny.”
I giggled. “I know.”
He walked up to the side of the Harley, where he placed me down on its black leather seat. Impatiently, he yanked my long cascading dress back up to my waist and wrenched my white lace G-string down my legs, dragging it as he followed its descent.
Then, dropping to his knees, he lifted my legs, propping one foot on the exhaust the other on the engine, spreading me wide for him to devour. He slid his hands up my thighs as he closed the gap between my pussy and his mouth. I sucked in a breath, anticipating his tongue and desperately waiting for that warm wet feeling his mouth granted me.
Forcing me to crave his touch, he paused before sliding his tongue along my sensitive clit, it responding delightfully.
“Oh God,” I moaned as he dragged it up and down, massaging his nose, lips and cheeks into me. My head fell back in pleasure as he repeated the motions while tightening his grip around the tops of my thighs.
He released one hand and dragged his finger through my wetness, finding my opening and delving in deep. “Shit, Hunny,” he groaned as he leaned forward again and flicked his tongue against me.
I clenched my fingers into the leather of the seat, feeling my orgasm climbing with each stroke and flick of his tongue, perfectly in rhythm with the slide of his finger.
“Let go,” he coaxed, sensing my stubbornness to hold on.
“I want to let go when you let go,” I whimpered.
“You will,” he growled, as he sucked my clit into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” That was all it took to push me over the edge, my hips bucking underneath his face, my hand finding his hair and my nails finding his scalp. I gripped tight, holding on in fear I’d fall for failing to have the strength to stay on top of the bike as my orgasm waved through me.
As the pleasure decreased, he stood up, pulling me up to stand with him and lifting my dress completely over my head. I reached for his jeans and undid them with ferocity, helping him drag them down and away from his perfectly sculpted legs. He kicked them free, together with his shoes, then straddled the bike and leaned back on the seat.
His cock was prominently positioned, asking for my lips and mouth, and never being one to refuse its blatant invitation, I accepted quiet happily. I straddled the bike in front of him and leaned forward, engulfing his warm, solid shaft into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groaned, as my lips slid down then sucked right back up to his tip, over and over. I loved the feeling of him filling my mouth and touching my throat, the feeling of my tongue teasing his soft, subtle skin.
I looked up at him through hooded lids, arched back in the motorcycle’s seat. He looked so fucking sexy, his head tilted backward, his neck taught and ridged. I had the urge to lick that masculine neck and then take his tongue in my mouth again. I also had the urge to ride his cock on this stunning machine.
Giving him one last suck, I let go and crawled up toward him. He lifted his head and met my voracious clamber toward his face.
“So fucking beautiful,” he uttered before I reached him and pressed my lips to his.
Placing my feet on the exhaust on either side of the bike and giving me a platform to balance myself, I lifted and hovered over his cock. He stroked himself with both hands and positioned it upright, allowing me to lower myself perfectly on top. As I felt him slide inside me, I let out a pleasing sigh, my pussy clenching and hugging him tightly with grateful acceptance. Bryce groaned at the feel and gritted his teeth, urging me to wrench his t-shirt over his head and reveal his mouth-watering chest.
He leaned forward and unclasped my bra, tearing it from my chest and releasing my heavy breasts, his hands kneading my sensitive flesh, his thumbs gently rubbing my nipples. I reached behind me, finding the handlebars. And pushing my tits in his face, I braced myself to ride the fuck out of him. He was so deep, and I could feel every inch of him as I carefully pushed up and down.
“Fuck, you feel so good and look so fucking sexy riding my cock right now.”
I smiled at him and tilted my head back revelling in the feel of him hard within me.
A sudden surge of pleasure rippled through me as the pad of his thumb found my clit, rubbing in small circles as I pumped him slowly. “Oh God, Bryce, I’m close.”
He leaned forward, secured my arse and laid me down against the fuel tank. Bryce was tall enough to place his feet on the ground on either side of the bike, allowing him perfect balance and control. He positioned his cock at my entrance once again and pushed in aggressively, holding my legs as he repeatedly slammed into me. It wasn’t long before I was screaming my second orgasm, he grunting his first. It was so intense and delicious, and my breath had all but left my body, my lungs desperately trying to suck in some more.