I’ll blame it on the drugs because I’ve never had any sort of public sex with anyone before. I’m slightly ashamed of how hot I found it. But then again, something about Zane drags me in. It hasn’t even been an entire night and I already know this about him.
My hand slips down from where they’re clasped around him to the waistband of his jeans. His head tilts to the side, looking down, but he’s driving too fast for him to look back at me. I feel his entire being go rigid as I brush over his jean-covered cock.
Popping the button on them and working the zipper down before I’m slipping my hand inside. I push over the waistband of his boxers until I grip onto the girth of his cock.
His body jerks as I work him in my hand.
We pass by the gate that we came out of earlier and he drives around as I continue to stroke him.
I can hear him swear under his breath, which makes me giggle to myself. Even if I can’t make out exactly what he said.
He spins the bike in nearly an entire circle before I squeal out as he has somehow lifted me up, rotating me around his body, and straddling my legs around his body.
He moves so quick that I can barely track his motions as he reaches behind him and is then slipping a condom over himself. Just like earlier slipping my panties to the side, but this time he impales me on his cock.
I can’t help but moan out as he slams inside of me. Gripping onto my thighs tightly, I’m sure I’ll have fingertip bruises on them. He pulls me back over him. I swear I can feel the tip of his cock stretch me past my limits, causing an almost painful-euphoria.
The gunshot that’s too close for comfort startles me as I look up at Zane. He continues to slam inside of me, but his arm is outstretched, holding a gun.
“What the fuck?” I mumble. “Where’d you get a gun?”
“Shh.” He demands me as he presses my thighs apart wider and an evil smirk spreads. Slowly, he lowers the gun until the barrel runs along the outside of my panties. With each thrust, he grazes the barrel with his shaft.
“What are you doing?”
“Shh, Tatum.” He slams into me, running the barrel again over my clit, again. “Do you trust me?”
“Fuck no!” I mumble, making him laugh again.
“Good.” He leans into me, sandwiching the barrel between us. “The safety’s on.” He whispers. Pressing it harder against my clit, rubbing again, I’m sure it has to be pressing harder against himself as well. I’m surprised that the barrel is still as cool. “Your pussy likes it.” He whispers into my ear. “I wonder how much your pussy would like to play with it?” He runs the barrel lower and my eyes widen.
I’m shocked at myself that I don’t even try to stop him, or for that matter, look over at what he shot.
“Wouldn’t you?”
I hesitate for a moment before I shake my head, but I say nothing to him or try to get him to stop lowering it.
“You want to ride it?” He whispers into my ear and I hesitate because I’m not really sure if I want to or not.
“No.” I finally whisper out. He tilts his eyebrow at me as I answer him before tilting his head.
“But you wouldn’t stop me if I did, would you?”
“No.” I admit to him, which brings a full smile to his face this time. He hovers over me, bringing his hand with the gun up and letting it rest next to my head on the throttle. He slams into me as his lips fall down, trailing bites and kisses along my neck before I can feel my walls closing in.
“Fuck.” He mumbles. “That’s right, squeeze me.” He groans again. “Your goddamn pussy.” He whispers out, but he doesn’t finish his statement, just continues to press me into the top of the bike, pounding inside of me. “Imagine how fucking pretty you’d look with my gun stretching you.”
I hate that I don’t hate it, as I imagine him fucking me with it, slamming it inside of me. Feeling the sight rubbing against my insides, almost painful. As I clench around him, a mixture of a laugh and a moan comes out.
I’m startled again as a second gunshot rings out. My eyes popping open to see Zane looking to our right, but this time I watch his hand abruptly move as he fires another shot, and a grunt sounds off into the darkness.
I can’t stop myself as I explode from everything happening around me, knowing that I shouldn’t find it as fucking hot as I do.
Zane groans out, the gun dropping to the forest floor, and he grips both of my hips, pulling me hard into him.
“Fuck yes.” He groans out, as I feel him slam into my inner walls, it building me up again. He grits his teeth before he squeezes his eyes tightly. “Goddamnit.” He groans out as I feel him quiver inside of me.
I lie on the bike, staring up at the stars. Zane is doubled-over, his head resting on my chest.
