The cold air hits my breasts, and Kade grazes his fingers over them both until I’m panting.
He’s hard.
Is it even possible to have sex in this position?
“There are so many things I want to do to you right now. I don’t think I can wait until we get back to the room.”
My breath hitches as one hand cups my breast, caressing it as his thumb rubs over my nipple, his other hand sliding up my bare thigh. “What are you going to do to me?”
Kade looks at me with a dark, hooded gaze. “Everything.”
The bike stays steady as Kade moves aside my underwear to feel how soaked I am.
My head drops back as he circles his thumb on my clit, pulling his helmet off so he can capture a nipple in his mouth. It lasts seconds before he tugs it between his teeth and draws back, sliding me fully into his lap.
I grind against his cock, and my lungs stutter from the sensation. He snakes an arm around the small of my back to help me move against him.
Then Kade halts me by grabbing my hip, shifting me as he frees his cock and positions me above him, crowning my entrance.
He pauses. “Are you on birth control?”
My eyes go wide. “Nowyou’re asking? You’ve cum in me like five times in the past ten days.”
“Are you though?”
I nod, shivering as he rubs the head of his cock up and down my pussy. “I’m on the pill.”
“You got pregnant last time on the pill,” he says, pulling me down and sinking deep, making me bite my lip to stop from moaning out in the open. We might not be able to be seen, but someone might hear us. “Who’s to say it won’t happen again?”
“It won’t.”
“Fuck,” he mutters as I slowly roll into him, taking control while he keeps us upright on the motorbike. “I love how responsive you are to me.”
Whimpering, I take more of his length. “It’s a hot setting – don’t let it get to your head.”
He releases a breathy laugh. “Sure, Freckles.”
I gasp as he thrusts upwards to meet my movements.
“Fuck me faster,” he demands.
I lean forward, my spine tingling, toes curling as I ride him, hitting that sensitive spot that has me seeing stars already. “Kade,” I breathe. His mouth bumps against mine, and I pull back a touch.
Our lips are so close, we’re breathing the same air. His gaze drops to my mouth, and I dig my teeth into my bottom lip.
“Kiss me,” he says. “If you want me to beg, then I’ll fucking beg you to kiss me, Stacey. Please.” The last word is a whisper.
My fingers brush through his hair as I contemplate pressing my lips to his. Just once. I can kiss him once.
“Am I interrupting?”
We flinch and abruptly pull away from each other, Kade’s cock slipping free, and he yanks up my dress to conceal my breasts. He shoves his erection away and stands, but he freezes when he turns around.
“You’re a hard man to find, Kade Mitchell. I thought you were smart though. You’re supposed to use youruntraceablebank account when you don’t want to be found, remember?” the man says.
He’s Scottish, and I know his face from somewhere.
“Do you want to introduce me to your lady friend?”