He chuckled. “So you do love motorcycles?”
“I never said I didn’t,” I said, and he chuckled as we walked through the door and up the stairs.
We stepped out of the building and got on the bike. I settled behind Dmitri, wrapped my arms around him, and we pulled onto the road.
We cut through traffic at a speed that made my stomach drop on every turn. He swung the bike between cars with the confidence that looked insane from the outside and felt evenworse from behind him. A sharp corner came, and I squealed into his jacket, my arms locking tighter around him. He didn’t slow down. If anything, he took the next gap faster, and I held on for my life as the wind tore the sound from my mouth.
By the time he pulled to a stop where the road opened up and went quiet, my heart was somewhere near my throat.
“That was epic.” I pulled back enough to look around, catching my breath as I grinned at the empty stretch of road. “We should do this more often.”
He climbed off and looked at me, still seated on the bike. “Teach me how to ride,” I said.
After watching me for a few seconds, he swung up behind me, and I scooted forward to make room. He leaned over me, guiding my hands onto the handlebars with his, and the engine came alive beneath us. I laughed at the vibration, at the strange feeling of being in front this time. He did most of the work getting us back onto the road, but I felt every movement through my hands, the way the bike responded and shifted beneath us.
“Whoa,” I watched the road come toward us from a completely different angle. “It’s even crazier from up front.”
I shifted my ass into a more comfortable position and tightened my grip on the handlebars.
“Do that again, and I’ll lose my focus,” he said against my ear.
I laughed and adjusted again. “Can’t I sit properly?”
He said nothing.
We rode beyond the edge of town and into the rougher stretch where the road bumped beneath us. The remaining daylight had disappeared behind the trees. We parked where the road curved and cut the engine.
I let out a long breath, the satisfying kind that comes after something worth doing. “I should add riding bikes to my list,” I said, pulling off my helmet and hanging it on the handlebar.
His hands settled on my hips from behind. I didn’t pull away.I let him turn me until I was facing him. My hands rested on his shoulders while he held my waist.
“This being our first date,” I said, “I approve of it.”
When he took my lips into a kiss, I responded with the same energy because that was the only way I knew how to kiss this man. His hands moved under my dress, taking their time along the outside of my thighs, working back until he had my ass in both hands. He squeezed, making me moan.
His hands moved over me, learning my shape through the pantyhose, and then his fingers found their way inside the stockings. They stilled, and he paused the kiss to look at me. I wasn’t wearing underwear, and he might have noticed that.
His fingers moved between my legs and gripped the pantyhose. I heard the tear before I felt the gap he’d made.
“Did you just—” I stopped when he ran his fingers through the opening he’d created, and whatever I was about to say stopped existing entirely.
He ran his fingers along me, rubbing my clit slowly. My hands went for his belt. We kissed in between me working it open and him working his fingers against me. By the time I got the zip down and pulled him out, I was past the point of patience or strategy. I stroked him and moaned against his mouth. His whole body responded to my touch.
The more we touched each other, the less we could maintain anything resembling a kiss. The pleasure overwhelmed us. He pulled his hand away and gripped my hips, lifting me slightly. “Put it inside,” he murmured against my lips.
I took his cock in my hand and dragged it along myself first. I then positioned him at the entrance and sat down, a hissing breath leaving me before I could organize it into anything quieter.
He lifted me enough to pull back and sat me down again, deeper this time. I sealed my mouth over his because I neededsomewhere to put the sound. He moved me slowly enough that I felt every inch stretching me open. My nails sank into his shoulders as I held tight for this.
I found the rhythm, and he moved his arm, wrapping it around my waist. His other hand gripped the seat behind him, his hips pushing forward to a position I could take him all. “Ride, baby. It’s all yours.”
“Oh, fuck—” I held on tighter, moving up and down faster.
“Look at you taking me anywhere so well,” he teased me.
“You started it.” I sat all the way down and stilled, catching my breath, then started circling my hips instead. “I’m changing position,” I whispered against his lips.
I lifted off him and turned myself around on the bike to face forward. He held my hip while I gripped his cock and found the angle again from this side. I sat back down, letting him fill me as I grabbed the handlebars. The helmet knocked off the handle and hit the ground somewhere below us. I started moving, using the bike for support. I worked my hips while the dark road stretched out ahead of me.
