Page 46 of Brightness

I slide into position. Void makes it look easy to reach the handlebars, but it’s a stretch for me, yet somehow, I manage. There’s something so fucking powerful when you sit behind the handlebars on a ride like this.

Void moves in behind me, then presses up against me completely. I feel everything, including his huge erection poking me in the back. I wriggle on the seat, pretending to get comfortable, and he grips my hips tightly as he swallows back a groan. Then he rests his hands on top of mine, his mouth lining up with my ear before he leans right in and murmurs, “Okay, sweet thing, start her up. Nice and slow in your movements.”

His heart hammers against my back… or maybe it’s my heart pounding so freaking much I feel it all the way through my body.

The bike revs, and I close my eyes, letting the horsepower flow through me. I want to roll my neck, arch my back, and moan.

“Okay, we’re good to go. Slowly ease into the throttle,” Void yells into my ear.

Opening my eyes, I take in a long, deep breath, then pull back on the throttle. The bike lurches, and I widen my eyes as we take off. We wobble a little, but soon, we move together to correct it. I hold my breath as I pull back a little more, coasting off down the street. I know Void’s doing a lot of the work, flicking gears and shit, even controlling the speed, but I’m riding a fucking powerful bike.

Adrenaline courses through my veins like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

I get it now.

The high.

The flood of emotion.

The connection to the open road.

I definitely want my own bike, but in the meantime, Void can teach me to ride this one.

“Change gears,” Void yells in my ear.

I beam wide, doing as he says after watching him do the first couple. The transition is smooth as we start to move faster down the long stretch of road. A wave of excitement bubbles away inside of me. “Woo-hoo!” I call out, making Void chuckle behind me.

I open the throttle, going probably about a quarter of the speed Void normally reaches on the road, but to me, I’m fucking loving this. I can’t believe he’s let me ride his bike. Or maybe she’s our bike after this. Perhaps that’s why he brought me, because this bike is going to be a part of us both?

Once I near the end of the road, I drop the gears without Void even having to tell me. He chuckles as I edge the bike over to the side and, pull her to a stop, then turn off the engine. Void slides off, and I follow, yanking off my helmet as I throw myself at him.

My lips crash to his before he can even say anything, our tongues colliding in a flurry of passion. His hands drop to my ass as he hoists me up, my legs wrapping around his waist while he walks me back over to the bike and sits me on it. The erection in his jeans presses against my pussy under my leggings, and I whimper softly into his mouth. My hands run up and under his shirt, then my nails dig into his warm skin. He groans, pressing his cock into me harder, but it’s not enough.

My pussy tingles with need, with desire.

I need him.

Fuck, I wish he would take me right here, right now.

My hands slide down between us to his belt as I kiss him with everything I have. I start undoing it, but he pulls back, breaking our kiss, and I voice a cry of disappointment.

Void shakes his head, letting out a gravelly groan. “Fucking hell, Ivy, you’re gonna be the death of me.” He lets out a long exhale as he takes my hands in his, moving them to his mouth and gently kissing my fingers. Then he lets them go and takes a step back to buckle his belt.

Sitting on the edge of the bike, I try to calm my breathing, but I desperately need him to touch me. “Void, please…” I beg.

His face droops as he moves in, lifting me from the bike and then placing my feet firmly back on solid ground. “We can’t, Ivy. Not here. Not now.”

I’ll plead if I have to. Beg. Fight. I’ll do anything.

“Why?”

“I’m not taking your virginity on the side of the road where anyone can watch us. You’re worth more than that.”

Okay, I guess that’s a good answer. Still, I can’t help but pout.

“Fine. But I’m not happy about it. And this isn’t the last time we discuss this.”

“I’m sure it isn’t… but let’s talk about your riding. You did amazing, sweet thing. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

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