Page 15 of Triple the Danger

He loved the open road, but having a woman on the back of his bike was strange. Hell, it was fucking weird, if he was honest with himself. Not a bad weird, though, which freaked him out even more. He figured he would never like having a woman on the back of his bike and he pushed the urge to turn around and go back to the compound. But with Saylor, it felt natural. Right. Though it wasn’t that hard, considering how well she moved with him and held him tight. Her inner thighs squeezed him as he took a corner, careful to keep his speed reasonable so he didn’t frighten her.

She shifted slightly behind him, and he bit back a groan as his mind replayed what she said in the bar. Was she getting wet from this? Was that why she kept shifting? To get a better angle? His cock jerked at that, and with the vibration of the bike, he had to grit his teeth to keep from embarrassing himself. Damn, is this how all his brothers felt when their women were on the back of their bikes? Well, when they actually got to be, considering they were all getting knocked up lately, which meant riding was a huge no-no.

Saylor’s hand clenched in his shirt against his stomach as he took another turn, pulling him from his thoughts. Was she nervous? He moved his hand to press against her clenched fingers, squeezing them reassuringly. Her hand smoothed out, the heat of her palm seeping through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. It felt like a brand on his skin, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to take this for much longer. Thankfully, he was nearing a place he often liked to stop and sit with his thoughts. It would be deserted this time of night, and perhaps away from everyone else, he could get her to open up about what the hell she was running from.

When he reached the narrow, secluded dirt road, he pulled down it, careful to go slowly and avoid the bumps before finally coming to a stop at the end where a wide-open field with a small pond was hidden. He pulled onto the grass and turned off his bike. Saylor’s grip on him loosened and he turned to grin at her. “How was that for a first ride?” he asked her, but his smile slipped as he stared at her face.

Her blue eyes were bright with hunger, and her face was flushed from the wind. She swallowed once before she managed to get out, “It was good.” They stared at each other as the tension rose.

“Largest vibrator you’ve ever been on?” he joked lightly, trying to ease some of it before he did something crazy, like fuck her on his bike. Though his dick certainly didn’t have any problems with that idea.

Her eyes glittered as she stared at him, and his heart pounded harder in his chest when she whispered, “See for yourself.”

He didn’t need any more of an invitation. In a blink, he turned himself as much as possible, gripped her under her arms, and yanked her around in front of him, somehow managing to not topple the bike over. He braced his feet as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms went around his neck. He gripped her ass in his hands, holding her tight to him as he took her mouth, needing to taste her.

She tasted so fucking good, and he couldn’t stop the groan that pulled deep from his chest. The kiss was passionate, hungry, desperate. All the things he knew it would be the moment he touched her. Tasted her. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, and her fingers slid up into his hair, gripping it tight to keep him where she wanted him.

He liked a woman that wasn’t afraid to make it clear what she needed. Her legs tightened around his waist and she arched her body into him, making his cock throb against the seam of her jeans. He gripped her tighter as he held her, moving her hips to get enough friction that had her crying out into his mouth, before letting her head fall back and her eyes close. The sunset made her blond hair look like streaks of fire were falling through it, and her skin glowed. She looked far too magical to be real.

“That’s it, baby,” he crooned as he arched his hips just enough to give her that little bit more she needed. Her hands curled deeper into his hair, nails digging into his scalp. The pain seared down to his cock, making him grunt as he stilled, trying to get a grip on himself. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he gritted out as he stared at her, moving one hand from her ass to the button on her jeans, flipping it open. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

She lifted her head and her eyes opened, her gaze fiery with need as he pulled her zipper down and pushed his fingers past the band of her plain white panties. She gasped, and he gave a low groan as he felt how wet she was, how swollen her clit was when he pressed his fingers to it. She was definitely turned on. “Jax,” she breathed, her hips arching into his fingers.

“Fuck, baby, you really enjoyed that bike ride,” he gritted out, sliding his fingers down to her entrance, probing, and driving himself insane. He pressed his cock down as hard as possible on the seat to keep himself in control. He never had this issue with a woman before, but none of them had ever made him feel so fucking desperate. He moved his fingers back up to her clit, strumming it fast despite the restriction of the clothes between them.

“Shit,” she hissed, her body arching into his touch, and a moan slipped from her lips as he increased the pressure. Her body trembled and her hands dropped from his hair down to his thighs, gripping them tight to give herself better leverage to grind into his fingers. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, her mouth falling open as he worked her closer and closer to the edge. He could feel it building, see it in the flush of her face, the tightening of her muscles, until finally, she let out a sharp cry as she flew over the edge. He had never seen anything hotter. He quickly moved his fingers down to her entrance, feeling her spasming muscles as he thrust deep inside her.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged. “Give it to me. So fucking wet and perfect.” She rocked against his hand, drawing out her orgasm until she finally settled enough that she could lift her head lazily to stare at him. He grinned at her as he slowly pulled his hand from her panties and brought his fingers to his mouth. He groaned at the taste of her before he rasped, “I need to see you do that again, but this time, on my mouth.”

She stared up at him, speechless, as he gripped her thighs and pulled them loose, before sliding back enough to work at her jeans. She seemed to get the message and lifted her hips to help him keeping her grip on his thighs. He pulled them all the way down, yanking off her shoes and socks with them then letting everything fall to the ground as she braced her feet on the seat behind him. The position was wanton, indecent, and exactly how he wanted her.

Her skin was a dusty gold in the sunset, a small, tidy patch of curls covering her that was the same blonde as the hair on her head. He could see the remnants of her arousal on her thighs and lips, and his mouth watered for more. “Lie back,” he ordered her. She glanced behind her uncertainly. “Don’t worry, I have you,” he promised. “Grip the handle bars but don’t let your arms drop, baby. Don’t want you getting burned by the engine.”

She didn’t look all that sure, but she finally eased herself back with his help, arms reaching up to grip the bars tight. It stretched her upper body, and he positioned her feet on the seat as he scooted forward, holding her up by her ass cheeks. If anyone came across them right now, there would be no hiding what they were doing, but he didn’t give a damn. The only thing that he cared about was tasting her.

He lowered his mouth, breathing her in, and lifted his eyes to watch her as he pressed his mouth to her center, lapping at her before dragging his tongue from her entrance to her clit. She gasped, her arms straining as she gripped the bars tightly, her body still sensitive from her first orgasm. It definitely wasn’t going to be her last. He latched onto her clit and sucked, watching as her mouth fell open on a cry and her body arched, her nipples straining against the fabric of her bra and thin shirt. If he hadn’t been in such a rush, he’d strip it all off, but he wasn’t about to stop now. No fucking way.

He devoured her like a starving man, driven on by her cries of pleasure and then her desperate pleas. Needing more, her body strained as he teased and played with her. His dick was demanding he get on with it, but he ignored it. Her arousal flooded his mouth as he moved his tongue down to her entrance, thrusting it inside to give her a taste of what he knew she was craving. Her cries echoed in the open field, and her inner muscles clamped down desperately, trying to keep him in place even as he thrust his tongue in and out of her.

“Jax, fuck,” she cried, her body arching even deeper as she pressed up on her toes to get closer, grinding herself into his mouth. “Please. I need to come again. Please.”

He forced himself to pull away. “Then come, baby,” he ordered huskily. “Come all over my face.” He latched back onto her clit and sucked hard.

Her scream was loud, and a primal satisfaction hit him as he pulled his mouth down to her entrance, drinking her down as he thrust his tongue inside her, feeling her muscles clenching tight with wave after wave of her release. It was the hottest fucking thing he ever experienced. Her entire body quaked, and he gripped her tight to make sure she didn’t fall.

When she finally relaxed, he pulled his mouth away, using her thigh to wipe his face as he looked up at her. Her eyes were closed, her hair spilling across his gas tank as her chest heaved. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and he wanted nothing more than to taste her again, but he knew he wouldn’t last.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured, more to himself than her, as he lowered her to the seat and quickly reached into his pocket for his wallet, finding the lone condom he stashed there. He watched her as he made quick work of his belt and the button and zipper of his jeans, lifting up just enough to have the bike rocking slightly. Saylor gasped as she held on tight to keep from falling off. He gripped it between his thighs as he stood, and pushed his pants and boxers down just enough to allow his cock to spring free. He smirked at her as her eyes moved down to take him in, heating as he quickly rolled on the condom.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who got excited by the ride,” she joked huskily, still not moving from her position.

“Sugar, I’ve been hard since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he told her as he reached out to grab her by the hips and wrap her legs around him as he scooted forward, careful to keep the bike balanced. He rubbed his cock against her and she moaned, her legs tightening around his waist. “Last chance, Saylor,” he warned her as he lined himself up to her entrance. “We can stop now, but if not, I’m going to fuck you, and the way I’m feeling, it’s not going to be slow or easy.”

“Then it’s a good thing I don’t want slow or easy, isn’t it?” she returned, shifting her hips to take him in just a little bit, enough to have her gasping at the feel of him stretching her entrance. “Jax, I need you to fuck me,” she gasped.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He thrust his hips forward, burying himself inside of her, making her cry out in surprise. He stilled, letting her adjust, but the moment her inner muscles squeezed him, he was lost. Pulling back, he thrust forward again, his entire body strung tight as he revelled in the feel of her wrapped around him. Hot, wet, and fucking perfect.

He gripped her hips hard as he fucked her, the bike rocking with his movements, and her cries filling the open space. Her inner muscles clamped down on him with each thrust, desperate to keep him there. “Jax,” she panted, lifting her head to stare at him with glazed eyes. “Oh, fuck, yes,” she moaned as he adjusted his angle to hit that spot inside her. Her knuckles were white on the handlebars and her mouth was open as she tried to draw in breath.

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