Page 17 of Kash
The wind tears at us, cool and sharp, and I feel alive for the first time in weeks.
Spike’s still whooping behind me, his laughter wild and free, and I can’t help the smile tugging at my lips. I teach him how to lean into the turns, his body following mine like he’s done this a hundred times. He’s a natural, quick to learn, and I can’t deny the pride swelling in my chest.
“Faster!” he shouts, his voice barely audible over the engine.
I push the throttle, the bike surging forward, and his arms tighten around me, his chin resting on my shoulder. It’s reckless, dangerous, but for this moment, it’s just us, the road, and the night.
We pull off onto a hidden trail, one Spike pointed out earlier, leading to a secluded overlook. I kill the engine, and the silence is deafening, just the waves crashing below.
Spike slides off, his eyes bright with adrenaline, his hair a mess from the wind.
“That was fucking incredible,” he says, grinning. “You’re not half bad, biker guy.”
I climb off, standing close, too close. “You’re not half bad yourself,” I say, my voice low. Spike’s grin softens, and for a moment, we’re just two guys, no cops, no Vipers, no rules.
I want to kiss him, pull him against me, but I hold back, remembering the danger.
That’s when I hear it—a low hum, getting closer.
Headlights flash in the distance, cutting through the dark.
Another cruiser. My heart slams against my ribs.
“Get down,” I hiss, pulling Spike behind a rock. We crouch low, his body pressed against mine, his breath hot against my neck.
The cruiser slows, its spotlight sweeping the trail.
“Unit Four, no sign of the suspect,” the radio crackles. “Checking the overlook now.”
“Shit,” Spike whispers, his hand gripping my arm. I cover his mouth with my hand, keeping him quiet, my eyes locked on the cruiser.
It’s too close, too exposed. If they spot the bike, we’re done.
The spotlight swings our way, and I pull Spike tighter against me, my heart pounding.
The light passes, missing us by inches, and the cruiser moves on, its engine fading into the night.
I let out a breath, my hand dropping from Spike’s mouth.
“That was close,” he says, his voice shaky but excited, like he’s thriving on the danger.
“Too close,” I say, standing, pulling him up with me. “This is why you need to stay away, Spike. This isn’t a game.”
The boy looks at me, his eyes serious for once.
“I’m not going anywhere, Kash. You’re stuck with me.”
I nod and a crackle of electricity sparks between us. We don’t need words. We both want this as much as one another…
“Cockout,” I growl, pushing Spike back down toward the ground and watching as he unbuckles his belt and slides his shorts and briefs down in one fluid motion. “Daddy’s going to make you feel good…”
I see Spike’s pupils dilate in sheer delight as I move my mouth down toward his throbbing cock and waste no time in wrapping my lips around his pulsating head.
“Mmmmph, that feels… amazing,” Spike gasps, his hands reaching for something to grab onto as his hips buck in time with my mouth as I take the full length of his cock inside my mouth.
And it’s not long before the swirling of my tongue and the wetness of my mouth has the boy just on the edge of ecstasy…
“Daddy! Daddy!” Spike moans, a look of shock on his face as I pull back and take in the sight of his hard, wet, stiff cock as it bounces and twitches so close but yet so far from cumming. “W-w-w-what?”
