Page 59 of Vodka And Virtue

“Am I interrupting something?” Carlisle asked, grinning as he poked his head out the door that connected the kitchen and garage.

“Maybe. Just spending some quality time with my boy.” My legs were straddled over the leather seat as I polished the black tank with a clean rag.

“You miss riding, huh?”

“So fucking bad. Being cooped up here is killing me.” I reached for him, sliding my hands around his waist, and laid my head against his chest. He stroked my hair, making me practically purr like a kitten. “At least I have you here with me. It’s the only thing keeping me sane.”

“If you’re feeling good enough to return to work, how come you can’t ride?”

I looked up into his luminous eyes. “When I ride, sitting like this, I tend to clench my stomach muscles. I keep my core tight. I’m not ready to hold that position for that long. One wrong move, a stab of pain, and I jerk and lose control of the bike. After my last accident, I’m a little gun-shy about taking unnecessary risks.”

“That makes sense. I’m glad you’re being careful. So, until you can ride again, you’re just gonna sit out here and jizz all over the bike?”

Chuckling, I tugged him closer. “Come here, baby.” I pulled him down, and he straddled my thighs, throwing one leg over the seat. I nuzzled his neck, sucking kisses onto his soft skin. “I’ve always wanted to do this.”

He stretched his neck, awash in pleasure. His ass pushed down on my dick, finding it already hard and thick. “Do what?” His voice sounded like a breathy moan.

“Fuck on my bike,” I growled, starved for a taste of him.

Carlisle gasped, his body going rigid. “Is that a thing?”

My chest rumbled with laughter through the kisses I was bathing him in. “It can be. Anything can be a thing, with a little imagination and perseverance.”

“Ungh,” he moaned. “I excel at both those things.” He whipped his shirt over his head, and my mouth zeroed in on his chest, my lips latching on to his tight nipple.

“What a lucky guy I am,” I rasped, sucking a dark purple bruise into his skin. His breath caught, and he fumbled for the button on my jeans.

“I want to feel you inside me.”

I stared into his eyes. “Are you sure? You want it like this your first time?”

He nodded, his tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip. My dick jerked. “I trust you’ll make it good for me. I want it to be something I remember for the rest of my life.”

“Fuck, Carly baby. I’ll certainly never forget this.” I sucked his soft earlobe between my lips, tugging on it. “Gonna make it so good for you.”

He climbed off the bike and tugged his jeans and briefs down. I stood, doing the same, kicking them off.

“We need lube.”

“Check the top drawer of my tool cabinet,” I said, pointing at the large metal tool box against the wall.

“Should I even ask?”

“Please don’t,” I begged, laughing.

“What about condoms?”

“It’s up to you, sweetness. I haven’t been with anyone since I last tested negative.”

He grabbed the lube and handed it to me. “I tested after I split with Susannah. I didn’t trust her any longer.”

“They’re in my bedroom if you want them.”

Carlisle swallowed, giving his head a tiny shake. He stepped closer, trailing his index finger up my hard shaft. He dipped it into my wet slit, drawing circles around my head with the precum. I sucked in a sharp breath, watching his fingers tease my cock.

“Climb on my lap, facing forward.” He lifted his leg over mine, riding me in a reverse cowboy position. “Grab the handlebars.”

He complied, leaning forward to grip the bars. Glancing over his shoulder, he looked at me questioningly. He was nervous, I could tell. I needed to make him burn up again, drive him wild. I ran my hands down his sides, making him shiver. Pulling his cheeks apart, I spied his tight pucker and flipped the cap on the bottle, drizzling it over his crease like honey.

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