“Oh, really? Even better than when I ate you out behind the barn?” I smack the back of his helmet. He smacks my thigh in return, as muffled laughs fill my soul up even more.
“I could ride forever, babe. Ilovethis feeling. If we did this every day for the rest of our lives, I’d be a happy camper.” I wrap my arms back around him signaling I’m ready to keep going.
“Alright babe. You call the shots.”
The motorcycle roars back to life, throwing me right back into bliss.
Though, as much as I was in bliss, after a couple hours the pain in my hands and back could no longer be ignored. I unwillingly tapped his chest three times. He responded that it was getting dark anyways and we should get back regardless.
We arrive at the farm just as the sun sets. I couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful end to my first real ride.
Ben lets me off by the house to stretch as I walk beside him to the barn to put the bike away. My ass cramped up during the last mile of the ride, so I need to loosen up my legs. He quite enjoyed watching me waddle next to him like a cowboy trying to duel someone because my legs were stuck in the straddle position. I had to smack him in the helmet just to get him to stop laughing so hard because he was bent over the bike and stopped moving.
I hang my jacket and helmet up next to Ben’s once we’re in the barn and wait by the entrance for him. My face feels stuffy from the helmet and my hair’s frizzy as all get out, but it was worth it. Hopefully the helmet’s compression helped the swelling in my face from my cry earlier too, so his parents don’t suspect anything.
Ben, of course, looks perfect. His hair’s slicked down with sweat, his cheeks are rosy red, and his abs are outlined in his tight T-shirt. God, he’s immaculate.
He comes up to me and picks me up by my ass, making me throw my legs around his waist and leaving my arms resting on his shoulders.
“Let’s eat. Eh?” he says kissing me, beginning the walk toward his house. I lazily kiss him on his cheek, his neck and his shoulder, teasing him playfully since I know we can’t mess around just yet and he’ll have to wait to have me.
“Oh wait,” I say as we get near the front door.
“I have to get my suitcase out of the car.”
He sets me down on the porch and pecks a kiss to my forehead. “I got it. Go on inside.”
“You treat me way too good, you know,” I mumble to his back.
“Lies. You deserve the world and thus I treat you accordingly,” he yells already almost to my car, not looking back.
Joan and Koa are in the kitchen finishing up dinner when I walk in. I sheepishly cover my breasts to hide the fact I’m not wearing a bra, hoping courage will come on its own to ask them if I can stay here for a while, but right as I open my mouth, Ben cuts in.
The suitcase slams on the floor next to me.
“Charlotte’s going to be staying with us for a while, is that alright?”
“Fine with me,” Joan says, smiling brightly.
“Same with me,” says Koa, smiling at us for a second before his expression turns serious. His chin tilts down, and he stares at us seriously through his eyelashes.
“As long as you two promise to be safe and behave. Don’t break the trust we’re putting in you. You’re under our roof, remember.”
Oof. Awkward.
“Yes, absolutely. Thank you so much. Both of you,” I say gratefully, bowing my head.
I’ll have to make sure I behave myself here. If we want to mess around, we’ll have to do it outside so we’re not under their roof.
Hello, loophole.
Ben kisses my cheek and sits at the table, pulling out a chair next to his for me. He slaps his hands on his knees.
“What we having?”
By midnight I’m exhausted and ready for bed. I kept dozing off during the movie we watched with hisparents, until Ben woke me up at the end to say goodnight to everyone and go to bed.
I don’t bother wearing the lingerie outfit I packed because all I intend to do is sleep. We put our PJs on with our backs turned, with the exception of once when Ben peeked, making his punishment an immediate whipping with my shirt.
