Rock Her(24)
“Well, if I got one thing from my father it is that. He was the most down to earth man I have ever known.”
I’d like to learn more about him,” Annie said.
Kip gently pushed her away from him, though it pained him to do so. “Then get yourself presentable in public and I’ll tell you about my dad on the way to your place.”
Annie placed one hand over her pubic area and one arm over her breasts. With her hair flowing over her shoulder and the pouty look she molded her face into, she looked like a Victorian painting that was commissioned by a bachelor prince. “Am I not presentable as I am?” she said.
Kip flashed his teeth at her. “Only in some of the circles I run in, Annie. But any cab driver that takes us to your apartment would crash us instantly because he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes from the rear view mirror.”
Annie bit her bottom lip and started to get dressed, pulling clothes from the bed. “If he’s going to be looking anyway, we might as well give him a show to watch,” she said.
“How about we take quick ride.”
“Well I still need clothes if we aren’t going straight to my apartment.”
“Well I had your dress dry cleaned so it should be fine.”
“Thanks! I’m up for it then.”
“Wanted Dead or Alive” By Bon Jovi
He kissed her temple and put his sunglasses on. “Then let’s get going.”
Kip led her to the first floor of the hotel parking garage. Beside the stairwell, a large, flat black Harley Davidson leaned on its kickstand. He inserted a key into the bike’s ignition and handed Annie a spare helmet.
“Wow! I didn’t know you had a Harley,” she said. “Rock star, billionaire, Marine, biker, and sex god. Fuck meeee.” She slid the helmet over her head and fastened the chinstrap.
Kip laughed and responded, “I sound pretty fucking awesome.”
“You have no idea. Everything about you makes me hot.”
“Good.” He flipped up her visor and kissed her.
She looked down at her tight black dress and three-inch heels. “I’m not exactly dressed for this, am I?”
He took off his leather jacket and handed it to her. “Put this on. It will help.”
She slid into the jacket and inhaled deeply through her nose. The jacket smelled of leather and Kip—the two biggest turn-ons on Earth. His jacket was several sizes too big and draped over her hands. She could almost wear it as a mini-dress. She zipped it up to her chin.
He smiled at her. “You look sexy.”
Kip crammed her purse in the side bag. Then he jam-packed his hat in the side bag on the opposite side of the bike. There already was a clean pair of clothes stuffed in the second side bag which made it overfilled.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yeah, this will be fun.” She grinned at him and then closed her visor.
Kip put on a helmet and climbed on the bike. Annie couldn’t help but think how hot he looked straddling the big machine. The Harley roared to life, rumbling through Annie’s entire body as he revved the engine. He held her hand while she climbed up on the bike behind him. She had to hike her dress to the top of her thighs to sit. Kip’s hand gripped the bare skin where her dress stopped.
“Next time you’ll be able to dress more appropriately because you’ll have your other clothes,” he shouted over the roaring engine.
“It’s fine. I like you to know you have easy access.”
“If you say so.”
He turned the bike out of the parking spot and, once in the exit lane, took off. She held on tight, molding herself to his back with a satisfied sigh. Her free hand splayed over his black T-shirt and the hard muscles of his chest underneath. She couldn’t think of any place in the world she’d rather be at that moment.
They exited the parking garage and took a ramp to a city street. The blowing breeze made the outsides of Annie’s thighs sting with cold, but Kip’s hips between her thighs kept the insides plenty warm.
Kip stopped at a stoplight. “It’s a beautiful day to ride. Are you doing okay back there?”
“I’m fine,” she said. “How are you?”
“Nothing better than riding with my girl.”
She smiled and then moved her hand to his crotch. His cock hardened instantly and his body stiffened. The light turned green. He took off like a canon, the bike rumbling beneath them.
“Yeah,” she screamed, “Faster!”
He sped up making the engine roar louder. Her hand continued to stroke him through his tight black jeans. She used her other hand to unfasten his button and fly. Annie’s free hand slid under his briefs and circled his hot, engorged flesh and stroked its length steadily. The smooth skin felt warm beneath her fingers. She didn’t know how he managed to concentrate on driving and neither did Kip.