Page 15 of Carnival Obsession

He chuckles, and the deep sound reverberates through his chest, making my body anxiously buzz. “What a shame. I was hoping you could learn to straddle my bike and warm my dick with that sweet pussy while we ride.”

His words make my breath catch. The idea is thrilling, and I can’t deny the excitement surging through me.

“You’d let me ride your motorcycle?” I ask.

He smirks, his eyes glittering dangerously in the moonlight. “I’ll do more than that, princess. I’ll teach you how to ride it and cockwarm me at the same fucking time.”

My cheeks flare with heat at his bold suggestion. I’ve never ridden a motorcycle before, and the thought of learning how to handle this beast of a machine and Lars at the same time is exhilarating.

“How would that even work?” I ask, my voice laced with curiosity. “I mean, physically, wouldn’t it be, um...difficult?”

He chuckles, and his hands reach my hips, pulling me closer to him. “It’s all about balance, princess. You just have to find the right position. And my bike is good for it since the seat is flat. One of the perks of a Triumph Bonneville.”

I assume that’s the bike we’re on. Lars disentangles himself from me and tucks his cock back into his pants. I’m reluctant to separate from him, my legs feeling like jelly. He lifts me off the bike and hands me my helmet.

“For now, princess, you’ll have to ride behind me. We’ll work on your riding skills later.”

I nod, taking the helmet from him and sliding it over my head, the padding soft against my skin. Lars helps me tighten the strap under my chin before pulling on his own helmet. The black visor obscuring his eyes makes him look even more mysterious. He swings his leg over the bike and settles into the seat.

“Get on, princess,” he demands.

I mount the bike behind him, squeezing my arms around his waist.

Lars kicks the stand back with his boot. “You ready, princess?” he asks, his voice slightly muffled by the helmet.

“Yes,” I reply.

With a low rumble, Lars starts the engine. The motorcycle roars to life beneath us, vibrating against my legs. I rest my cheek against his back as he drives us out of the parking lot toward Willow Creek.

The wind whips my hair back as we gain speed, and I feel a surge of adrenaline. I press myself closer to Lars, inhaling the scent of leather and musk that clings to him. The night air is cool against my skin, but the warmth of his body protects me from the chill.

As we weave through the streets, the town of Westbrook becoming a distance blur of lights and shadows, I relax into the ride. Despite the thrill of the wind rushing by and the knowledge that motorcycles are far more dangerous than cars, I feel safe.

“You doing okay back there, princess?” Lars calls.

I lean closer and shout, “Doing great! Don’t stop!”

His laugh vibrates through his chest, and he accelerates, taking a turn a little faster than necessary, causing my heart to race. But I’m not afraid, not with Lars. I trust him, even as he pushes the limits.

I feel alive, every sense heightened, and I know this is just the beginning of our adventure together.

As we reach the outskirts of Willow Creek, Lars begins to slow, signaling our return to reality. I tighten my arms around his waist, not quite ready to let go, but as we pull up in front of my apartment building, I know it’s time to dismount.

Reluctantly, I ease my arms from around his waist and climb off the bike, my legs a little unsteady. I remove my helmet, my hair tumbling around my shoulders, and turn to face Lars.

He kills the engine and removes his helmet, his eyes finding mine. “I’m coming in with you, princess. I hope you know that.”

I smirk at Lars, tilting my head as I meet his intense gaze. “Oh, you think you’re just invited in?” I tease, even though my heart is racing at the thought of having him in my space, in my bed.

Lars takes a step closer, his broad frame towering over me. “I don’t think, princess. I know.”

I bite my lip. “Well, aren’t you presumptuous?” I retort, but there’s no real bite to my words. We both know this is just a dance of seduction that we’ve been engaged in all night.

He reaches out, his fingers brushing against my cheek, trailing down my neck. I lean into his touch, my skin tingling under his fingertips. “You want me, Alice, just as much as I want you.” It’s not a question but a statement of fact.

I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. He’s right, of course. I do want him, with an intensity that scares me a little. But I’m not ready to admit it, not yet. “You seem awfully sure of yourself,” I manage to say, my voice a little breathy.

Lars’s lips brush against my ear. “I am sure of myself, princess, for good reason. And I’m going to show that reason over and over again until you’re screaming my name.”

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