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Leaning into the back of the seat I holler as loudly as I can. The freedom flowing through my veins right now is one I’ve never experienced. I feel as though we could ride forever, and nothing in the world could touch us. It’s exhilarating, and I never want it to end. So many things wash over me, desire and lust, freedom and enjoyment. I can’t control my blissful emotions, and as Mex rides out of the town, skipping the store, I know he’s taking me farther.

Unable to help myself, I dare to do something wild.

I scoot forward in the seat until my pussy is pressing against Mex’s back, then, I reach around, sliding my hand up and under his jacket. The hard flesh warms my hand, and when he doesn’t stop me, I dare to go further. Meeting his eyes in the mirrors on the side of the bike, I can see the lust. I push my hand down into his jeans, rubbing it over his hardening cock. That’s all it takes for him to turn the bike down the next secluded road he can find.

By the time we come to a stop, his cock is hard and I’m wet.

So fucking wet.

“Pants off,” he orders, not even turning the bike off.

I do as he asks, climbing off, tossing the helmet onto the ground and dropping my jeans. Then, he hooks an arm around my waist and encourages me onto his lap. His cock is already free, hard, and waiting. I rest my feet on the foot pegs, only I’m certainly not the right way around. I’m on his lap and his dick is pushing into me, unprotected, something we really shouldn’t be doing but the moment is consuming and I’m not thinking about anything else as he fills me.

We’re not far off the road, we could be caught at any moment, and that only makes it so much more exciting. The rumbling of the bike drowns out my gasps as inch by inch, his cock slides in. Our eyes remain locked as I begin to rotate on his cock, his big hand on my hip, guiding my movements. I want to kiss him, so fucking bad, but when I lean in close, he turns his face away and, instead, drops his mouth to my neck. There, he licks and sucks, biting at my flesh as I fuck him.

It's incredible, so fucking good.

We fuck with an intensity that is out of this world, his hands are all over me, and he’s incredibly gentle, making sure not to hurt any wound on the surface, as he destroys me inside. His body is so fucking hard against mine, it’s thrilling. My moans turn into screams of pure pleasure as I rock harder, faster, desperate to find my release. I can’t, though. I can’t because, inside, the rejection of his kiss hurt. Reaching between us, I find my clit and stoke as I fuck him harder, deeper, until an orgasm finally arrives.

He joins me, the pulsing of his cock radiating through my flesh as his growls fill my ear. It’s incredible, thrilling, and everything I needed in this moment. Everything except his mouth on mine. As my shudders subside, he removes his face from my neck and our eyes meet once more. We stare at each other for a long moment, so many things passing between us, unspoken, neither of us willing to admit that there is something here.

Or maybe there isn’t, and it’s just me.

I climb off his lap, his cum dripping from my depths as I reach for my jeans. Thankfully, I’m on birth control, but that doesn’t mean he’s clean. A conversation we’ll need to have, but I’m not about to put a stone-cold ice pick in this very heated moment. I take my helmet, pulling it back on as he jerks up his jeans. I get back onto the bike, and we take off, not another word spoken.

Yet, there are so many things I want to say.

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“YOU’RE NOT FUCKIN’eatin’ that.”

I stare at Mex, the frozen meal in my hands. “Why?”

“Full of absolute trash. There is a kitchen. You can cook.”

I snort. “I know there is a kitchen, but Ican’tcook.”

“Fuck’s sake,” he mutters, snatching the meal from my hand and tossing it back into the freezer. “I’ll cook.”

“You can cook?” I question, brows raised as he turns and strides off.

“Most humans can.”

I laugh.

He doesn’t.

He collects a heap of items to cook with, and I get myself some snacks and some clean sheets.

“We also have a washer ...”

I pause, sheets in my hand. “Oh, I’m aware, and before you ask, yes I can wash. But there is no way I’m sleeping on those sheets. No. I’ll catch something, even after they’ve been washed five times.”

He shakes his head, continuing on with his shop.

We don’t get a great deal because we don’t have room to carry it all. I get just enough to get me through a few days, until I can come back again. Probably in a truck next time. Then, we make our way back to the bike and load it all on. The ride home isn’t as adventurous as the ride over, but that doesn’t mean the entire time I’m not loving the ache between my legs where he filled me less than an hour ago.

I wonder what he’s thinking.

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