Alyssa
I follow King to his black and blue Harley, already regretting my eagerness. I just wanted the pleasure he offered me, not the ride on his roaring death trap.
Damn King and his filthy promises.
"Can't you just eat me out and fuck me right here?" I ask, my voice betraying a hint of nerves. "Maybe pretend we went on a ride?"
He clicks his tongue, shaking his head slowly. "No can do, kitten. Even if no one else knows, I'll know my ol' lady didn't ride with me on the night of our ceremony." He gives me a wicked smile. "Besides, I hear breaking tradition's bad luck. Don't need any more of that following us around."
He pulls a green helmet over my head-my favorite color. My chest tightens, and I can't help the warmth spreading through me. It's like he's just begging me to fall deeper and deeper in love with him tonight, and there's nothing stopping me from doing it.
"I didn't know you liked green," I venture, wanting to confirm what I already suspect.
He chuckles, moving to secure the strap under my chin with the kind of tender care that melts me into a puddle on the spot. "I don't. Not unless it's on you."
"Oh..." I squeak, swallowing against the sudden lump in my throat.
He checks the helmet once more before swatting my backside. "Now, come on. Quit stalling."
"I'm not stalling," I mutter, side-eyeing the bike's chrome gleam. "I just don't exactly-"
Before I can finish, he lifts me onto the seat. "You know, I could've done that myself," I protest weakly. Honestly, I didn't mind. It felt kinda romantic.
"I know," he says with a wink, swinging a leg over the front. I instinctively wrap my arms around his waist, clinging on for dear life. A deep chuckle leaves his lips. "I was gonna tell you to hold on, but I see you've got that covered."
The bike roars to life beneath us, and I squeeze my eyes shut, clutching the front of his jacket tighter. "Oh, god," I whimper, bracing myself.
There's a reason I've never gotten on one of these beasts. And a reason I never dated a guy who rode one. Isaac would've never dared, he'd probably be more scared than I am right now.
Soon enough, we're flying down the open road, the bike humming with a rhythm that starts to feel almost hypnotic. After a while, the rush of speed loosens me up, and I release my death-grip a little.
"Doing okay back there?" he calls, his voice a deep, sexy rumble through my helmet.
"Considering we're not dead yet...yeah."
He laughs, his abs rippling beneath my hands. "That was never a concern."
It was to me.
Sinking against his bike, I focus on the road slipping by, a little thrill replacing the fear. Feeling braver, my hands slip lower until my fingers brush his hardness. Seems like someone's enjoying this ride a little too much.
"Alyssa," he growls, his tone a mix of warning and amusement.
"Oops, sorry," I giggle, not sorry at all. I undo the button of his jeans, my fingers finding his hot, throbbing cock.
He grunts, the sound causing heat to curl in my belly. "Fuck. You're playing with fire, kitten."
Ignoring him, I give him a hard stroke, loving the way his dick swells in my hand. I can feel my heart racing from the thrill of touching him like this, and I slowly brush my thumb over his crown, feeling his precum gather on my fingertip.
It's ironic how a minute ago, I was scared out of my mind that we'd crash, and now, I might be the reason we do.
Suddenly, King pulls off to the side, killing the engine. All I can hear now is the chirping of crickets and the rustle of leaves, not a single car passing us on the road. He hops off, yanking me with him, pulling off both our helmets in one fluid motion. His gaze is dark and hungry as he steps forward, and I back up, my stomach flipping.
Shit. I'm in trouble.
"Run," he commands. I glance behind him, taking in the dark woods surrounding us. He wants me to run in there? In the middle of the night?
But then my vagina clenches at the thought of him chasing me, pinning me down and fucking me hard in the dirt. Fuck. Right now, I want that more than anything.
I flash him a grin. "Fine. But I want a ten-second head start."
A slow smirk crawls across his face, and he gives a short nod. I don't waste another second, bolting into the shadows of the trees. The boots he got me are perfect for this, letting me move quickly over the ground. I don't have to worry about stepping on something that's going to hurt me. At least, nothing that isn't alive.
If there's a bear out here, I hope King is ready to go toe-to-toe with it.
As I run through the woods, the crisp scent of pine fills my nostrils, mingling with the earthy aroma of damp soil. I quickly find a hiding spot behind a thick tree trunk, my breath coming out in ragged pants. Shit. I haven't exercised in a while. He'll be able to catch me easily when I'm wheezing like a dying fucking animal.
"Kitten, where are you?" King's voice echoes through the trees, low and dangerous, lighting every nerve in my body on fire.
He sounds close.
Too close.
I press a hand over my mouth, stifling a nervous giggle. The thrill is overwhelming. I've never been so scared and aroused at the same time. This is so fucking hot. How was I ever content just having vanilla sex with Isaac?
"C'mon, baby," King coaxes. "You wanted to play when you had your pretty little hand down my pants, even after I warned you not to. So come on out and take what you asked for."
A twig snaps somewhere to my right, and without thinking, I take off in the opposite direction. I barely make it a few steps before strong arms wrap around me, pulling me back against his hard body. My instincts kick in, and I fight, clawing at his forearms. But his grip immediately tightens like steel bands, and I realize that I'm completely at his mercy. He's going to do whatever the fuck he wants with me out here, and all I can do is take it.
A delicious shiver runs through me as his mouth brushes against my ear, his breath hot and heavy. "Gotcha, kitten."