Page 14 of The Chase

He had to pee as well before he got too hard. He swung his leg over the bike, and took a few steps away. He tried very hard not to think about her, about her cocked eyebrow when she’d made that innuendo about riding. Or about her lips when she’d said ‘blown’. He tried not to think about what could happen if he turned around, with his jeans still open… too late. He had an image of her straddling him, both of them straddling the bike. Oh sweet fucking Christ. Being back on a bike had made him ballsy. He finished peeing, shook himself, tucked himself back in and zipped up while he still could. He turned to face her and saw her practically tapping her foot, arms crossed, looking angry. Looking fucking cute with how ruffled she was.

“I can’t believe you just did that. I’m right here!” she huffed.

He smiled. “Yeah, now your turn. Let’s get going,” he said, mirroring her body language, crossing his arms, tapping his foot, but he was smirking broadly. She just got huffier. Now he really wanted to just bend her over and slam into her, deep and repeatedly. Fuck.

He let it go to his head, he felt momentarily high off of it, and gave her a wink, then turned away.

She huffed loudly and turned her back to the fence. He couldn’t quite believe April was panty-less so close to him. April. That beautiful, untouchable girl he’d trailed after, watching. Always watching. Now they were riding off into the night, it was both thrilling and terrifying.

He did a quick sweep of the bike and put on his helmet. It was in good working condition, they had enough gas. That prospect buffing it up the other day had taken good care of it before Colt had punched his lights out. Poor kid. Colt hoped he was okay. They had a long ride ahead of them. A sleepless night, it would take them until dawn to get out of California. He’d relish every second with her pressed up against his back.

“Colt, was that the fast, dangerous ride you promised me?”

He turned to see April. She was looking at him now with a glint in her eyes. A glint he’d seen in the bar when she’d first laid eyes on him. Desire. She didn’t take her gaze off him. She wanted more from him. He watched as she waited. He felt a surge of recklessness. Sure, she’d burned him before, but he was a dumb motherfucker and wanted to get burned again. What the hell? He felt a haze of delirium settle about him, felt a coil of excitement unraveling in the pit of his stomach. Why should he not throw the dice again after all?

He smirked. “Kitten, that was just the warm up lap.”

And he knew she saw it on his face, too. A satisfied smile quickly spread but then she regained composure, and raised an eyebrow, putting her hands on her hips. Oh he could eat her up right now.

“What about the hot, hard fuck?” She tossed her hair over her shoulder. Her eyes now finally left his face and raked over him. He cleared his throat. It felt sticky with desire. She knew what she wanted, she knew her worth, she knew she was a beautiful woman, standing in front of a man who wanted her, she trusted herself and she wasn’t afraid to go after what she wanted. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

His heart was pounding in his chest. His vision pulsed with how much blood was pumping through his veins. And it was surging to his cock. He ripped off his helmet again.

“Are you asking me for a hot, hard fuck, April Rodgers?” He asked, folding his arms over his chest. She unzipped her leather jacket. His lips curled in a smile. “Fuck, you in that jacket…” He lost the rest of his thoughts. But then she reached behind her neck and grabbed the ribbon securing her halter-neck top. The bow undid after she gave it a tug. Colt could only watch on as her top fell down, bunching round her waist, her breasts now out for him to see. Her leather jacket was still on. He stared, unashamedly. As if the meaning of life was down there. The meaning of his life was down there.

He didn’t think. His body reacted as if it was a reflex. He swung his leg off the bike and stood. He pulled down his jeans and his hard, dark red cock bobbed free. His jeans got caught up mid thigh but that was all he needed. He drank in the sight before him, April, her tits out and her nipples all swollen and perky for him.

“Yes, Prez, I’m asking you for a hot, hard fuck,” she said, looking up at him, biting her lip and smiling.

No need to ask him twice.

She hadn’t ever felt like this. Ever. Free. On the edge. Running from an MC. Those bikes, roaring behind them. Terrifying yes, but now that they’d stopped, she could recognize that tingling in her gut for what it was, as well - excitement. Her skin had felt the cool air whipping across her face. Her hair was all mussed up from the helmet and being in the wind. And she was there with him. He was fast becoming undone. In control, and yet undone at the same time. Like a bonfire, about to smolder and burn. The women of his life before must have been strong, beautiful women. To be able to feed him like this, to slake his desire. If this was how he loved, they would have been infinitely energetic, giving. She was in awe, envious, and suddenly intrigued.

When he had winked at her, she had realized it could be her. She could be one of those women. Even for a short moment in time. She looked at him, the adrenaline in her blood making her reckless, making her needy. She was worried she had blown it by being stuck up and snobby. But she saw he would forgive her. He would give her a second chance. Probably it was his dick doing the talking in his head right now, but either way, she wanted to capitalize on it. That bike ride had blown away everything about herself that she had once held to be important. And she was free to seek what she actually wanted.

He released his jeans and approached her. She quivered with excitement, suddenly all action. And fear. This had escalated quickly. She had made this happen and now that she was strapped in for the ride, she realized how extreme the roller coaster actually could be. She wanted her mind blown. She wanted this.

She was dizzy with the speed this was going at. She wanted to see him, taste him. Savor him. But no. She was just going to feel him. In one place, and one place only. She wanted to run her hands over his abs, grab his ass. She hadn’t been able to admire his body, and she wanted to see his shoulders, his pecs, his stomach, the rolling muscles. She wanted all of him.

“Yeah, you better get those fucking leather pants off your ass right now,” Colt ground out, his hands yanking down his own jeans further.

No one had spoken to her like this before. It sent sparks up her spine. She floundered, bending quickly, peeling down her pants, realizing she wouldn’t be able to get them over her boots. Then he was in front of her, pushing her lightly so she bumped against the seat of the bike, from the side. Should she worry the bike would topple over? She sat a little on the side of the seat, half leaning on it, suddenly breathless, looking up at him. Looking to him for direction. His hands were there, holding her foot, ripping at the laces of her boots, pulling them off like she was a doll and they were toy shoes. Tossing them over his head. He wasn’t worried about the bike, so she wouldn’t either. Then off came her pants, he pulled at them like she wouldn’t need to wear them again.

Then his hand went to her boobs, and he cupped and lifted them. She arched her back. She’d never been handled like this, and never in this position, perched on the side of a bike in the cool night air. His other hand hitched up one of her legs, gluing it to his waist, hooking it around his hips. He took his other hand off her boobs and sent it between her legs, and she knew what he’d find there. He moved aside her thong, it rucked against the side of her leg.

And then his rough fingers touched her. She shivered and gasped. His fingers felt hard against her soft, wet skin. He swiped them along her crease, then delved into her folds, seeking firmly. She trembled. Never, never had she felt this.

“Kitten, so wet for me,” he purred and then his other hand went to his cock, partly obscured still by his jeans. April wanted to see it, to hold it and stroke it, but she couldn’t. “Hold on to the seat of the bike. Hold on hard, April,” he said.

She watched as his face clouded over. No, not clouded, it darkened like octopus ink squirting into the ocean. In a matter of seconds. The air crackled between them. Their gazes locked together. Almost daring each other to move. He was waiting for her. Though something was consuming him, the man almost gone, replaced by a creature of darkness that wanted her blood. The last rational thread held him back, forced him to breathe, and to wait.

She could tell him no. She knew that, this was the moment when she could, but she didn’t want to. She wanted more, she wanted all of it. She hadn’t thought he’d honestly just go ahead, right here, right now. But that was the kind of man he was. Now here they were and she was burning and melting for him and the only way out was to fall with him. So she did.

She moved first. She leaned forward, toward him, as he stood beside the bike.

He lunged forward to meet her, snagged her lips and kissed her. Hard. She tried to keep up, to respond, but he wasn’t kissing, he was devouring her. She could only hold still and let him. She closed her eyes and threw herself into the moment. He kept going. And going. Like teenagers, discovering their first throes of desire. He was insatiable, his stamina, his need for her thrilled her. This was all beyond what she had thought this could be. This was going to be beyond how she thought two people could make love to each other. Or fuck, it wouldn’t be making love, it would be raw, animalistic fucking. She knew that, since she hadn’t done either in the last few years. She had neither been made love to or fucked, she realized now. She hadn’t been doing it right. She hadn’t been doing any of it right. Her old life was a meaningless, almost funny memory that no longer fit. And this felt shockingly, ridiculously more right than anything she had felt for a long, long time. She had never felt this before. But she did now. And it thrilled her.

Fuck, he’d forgotten how to do this. He was being too rough with this kiss, he just wanted to taste her, to eat her. He forced his tongue inside her mouth and growled. Then he pulled back and looked at her. Her legs bare, one cocked up under his hand, around his waist. Her pussy, wet, dark pink, beckoned to him. She trembled beneath him.

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