“Wait,” he said.
“I want-” I panted the words, barely able to speak, heady with anticipation and the knowledge that I shouldn’t be doing this. I should be running home. I should be calling a therapist to talk about my feelings. I should be crying about how Billy had tried to kill me. I shouldn’t be doing this. Not with him, a total stranger. I didn’t know why I was doing it. All I knew is that I wanted the feeling of him fucking me to obliterate my thoughts, to erase everything going through my brain. I wanted my orgasm to be all-encompassing. I needed it to be the only thing I could think about.
Blaze slid his hands under my ass, spinning me back against the side of the car. He dropped to his knees, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down my thighs, the summer air cool against my growing wetness. I shuddered, goose pimples dotting my arms, not sure if I was shivering more because of the cool ocean breeze or because of what he was about to do. He pushed me back hard against the car, the metal pressing against my bare ass as he gripped my thighs, looking up at me with lust-filled eyes.
Blaze let out a strangled noise, parting my legs with his hands as he angled his head to reach my *. Touching his warm tongue to my clit, he covered me with his mouth and I laced my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
I really shouldn’t be doing this, I thought. Not here, not on the side of the road with this biker. Someone could drive by and see us, out here in the open.
But then Blaze looked up at me, licking his lips, wet with my juices. “You taste so good.”
Oh God, I thought. Now it was over. I felt a gush of arousal at his words, and the misgivings I had were swept aside by my lust. I desperately wanted him, more than anything.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “I want your tongue on me.”
Blaze let out a deep growl, returning to my * with a vengeance. Covering me with his mouth, he ate me like he was starving, licking me, probing between my folds. I pushed against him, not caring that I was out here on the side of the road with a biker, out here where someone could see us.
He gripped my legs, tongue flicking in and out of me, and I felt like I was losing control. I couldn’t think of anything else, not about Billy, not about the craziness from last night, not about being out here in public. All that mattered was his tongue pushing into me, the heat from his mouth enveloping me. Everything around me blurred, the sensations that washed over me taking the place of everything else. I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling its softness as I threw my head back.
“Make me come, Blaze.”
I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs. I was on the brink. Then he pulled away from me, standing.
“I want to be inside you so bad right now,” he said.
“Hurry.” I unbuttoned his pants, feeling his hardness as I unzipped him. He reached for his pocket, then stopped.
“I don’t have a cond-” he said.
I leaned down, fishing through the back pocket of the jeans where I’d stashed the condoms. “I bought some,” I said, tearing open the package.
Blaze pulled down his pants, freeing his cock, and I inhaled sharply. It was beautiful, just like him. I rolled the condom on his length, watching his expression. His mouth was close to mine. “You bought condoms back there?” he asked.
“I know what I want,” I said. That was not true. I'd only decided just now what I really wanted.
“Oh God.” He kissed me hard, harder than I’d ever been kissed in my entire life, lifting me up by my ass with one hand and guiding his cock inside me with the other, all in one fluid motion, then pushing me against the hood of the car. He did it smoothly for someone with his jeans wrapped around his knees. I moaned with pleasure at the welcome intrusion as he glided easily in and out of me.
“Harder,” I begged. I needed him hard and fast.
He gripped the sides of my thighs as he thrust into me, his movements more vigorous. “Dani,” he said, his mouth close to my ear.
“Yes, yes.” I couldn’t think about anything. I was so close to the edge. All I could say was yes. I gripped him tightly, my hands sliding over his leather cut as he fucked me, harder and harder.
“Dani, I’m so close,” he said.
“Oh God, please.” I was desperate now. With one final thrust inside me, he came, and his climax triggered my orgasm, waves of pleasure washing over me. I felt my muscles contract around him as I rode the waves of my climax. As I slowly came down, each burst of pleasure was a little bit smaller than the one before, receding like an ocean wave.
I sat there like that on the hood of the car, clinging to the back of his cut, my head buried in his neck, until the throbbing between my legs began to subside. When I finally looked up at him, my vision clearing, I couldn’t help but grin.