Page 17 of Triplets for the Rival MC

I’m surprised when I open the door to the garage to find that the light is already on. I’m even more surprised that I’m greeted by the very welcome sight of Tori’s perfect, round ass bent over my bike. She’s wearing a pair of short shorts that leave little to the imagination. Beside her is a bucket of water, she pulls out a soapy sponge and carefully cleans my bike, rubbing the suds along its rim. She doesn’t react. She hasn’t heard me over the radio that’s playing in the corner, a country song, the name escapes me. She hums along while she works, blissfully unaware of my presence behind her.

I watch, jaw agape, cock rising, wondering for a second if I’m imagining things. If my sleep-deprived state has conjured her, or if this is a dream and I’m still in bed. But it’s so vivid, so real. I can feel the cool morning air on my skin. If I’m dreaming, this is the most realistic fucking dream I’ve ever had.

“Tori?”

She jumps, knocking the bucket and sending water flying everywhere. She lets out a yelp of surprise as she jumps upright and turns around, wielding the sponge like a weapon. She relaxes when she realizes it’s me, lowering the sponge and clutching it to her chest. I can’t help but notice that she’s wearing a white tank that’s now see-through, like she’s in a wet t-shirt contest. She looks so goddamned sexy I can barely breathe.

I must be dreaming.

“Jesus, Hunter, you scared me,” she says breathlessly, eyes wide, chest heaving.

I drag my eyes away from those perfect, full breasts, nipples poking through. “You’re really here…” I mumble, dazed as my gaze lands on her face.

She laughs. “Well, yeah.” She gestures to herself and opens her hands wide, as if to prove her point.

I realize I must sound like an idiot right now. I blink rapidly, trying to wake myself from my stupor. “I mean. What are you doing here?”

Again, Tori cocks her brow as if the answer should be obvious. She points at my bike. “I’m washing the bikes.”

I shake my head, still baffled. “I can see that. But why?”

She smiles shyly, cheeks blushing in that adorable way of hers. “I thought it would be a nice surprise. I noticed how filthy they were, and you guys were grumbling the other day about never having time to clean them. I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I might as well make myself useful,” she says with a shrug.

She mistakes my stunned silence for annoyance or concern, quickly adding, “Don’t worry, I’ve been cleaning my father's bikes for years, so I know the best ways to do it without damaging them or anything.”

I shake my head in disbelief. “It’s not that…” I struggle to find the right words. How do I explain how blown away I am by the gesture? By how kind and thoughtful she is. “You’re amazing,” I say in the kind of quiet awe reserved for the most intimate moments.

I forget all of the reasons I told myself I should stay away. I forget why this is a bad idea. Instinct takes over, and I could no sooner stop myself than I could chop off my own arm right now. Without realizing I’m doing it, I close the gap between us, striding over in sure, confident steps. I cup Tori’s chin in my hand, angling her face up toward me. She looks up at me with wide, confused yet trusting eyes.

I kiss her.

She kisses me back. Tentative at first, but then meeting my raw, animal hunger as I give in to every urge I’ve been suppressing. She presses against me, her wet clothes leaving damp impressions against mine. We tear at each other’s clothing, ripping them off in a frenzy. Her breasts tumble free, and I bury my face in them, licking and sucking her nipples, making them harden as she moans with pleasure, as I lift her onto my bike to sit facing me.

She reaches out, taking my cock in her hand and stroking it. It grows even harder under her touch. She looks up at me, a little nervously, before tentatively licking the tip of my cock.

“Holy shit, that’s the most perfect sight I’ve ever seen,” I groan as I take her in, naked and wet, on the back of my bike, my hard cock in her mouth.

This encourages her, and she takes my cock further into her mouth, using her hand to stroke my shaft. It feels so fucking good, and she looks so amazing that I know if I don’t stop her soon, I’ll cum before we’ve even gotten started. There’s no way I’m gonna cum before her either. I allow myself to enjoy it for a few moments, I’m no saint. But when I feel like I can’t hold back any longer, I know I have to stop.

“Fuck baby, that feels so good, but I don’t wanna cum too soon,” I groan, gently pulling her back.

I drop to my knees, wrapping her legs over my back and burying my face in her pussy, already soaking wet and ready for me. She moans, gripping my hair and pushing me closer, hungry for more.

“Fuck, yes, Hunter.”

My cock strains eagerly at the sound, a drip of precum forming at the tip. I might blow my load without her even touching me.

“Fuck me, please, I need you inside me,” she begs.

I’m only too happy to oblige. I stand, kissing Tori before instructing her to turn around and lean over my bike. Her ass and perfect pussy dripping wet as she bends over on my bike is a sight to behold. Any last shred of willpower I had to stop goes out of the window. I dive my fingers into her pussy, making sure she’s ready for me.

“Hunter, please, fuck me,” she moans, unable to wait any longer.

I position the tip of my cock against her entrance and slowly push inside. It doesn’t take long for her pussy to expand to accommodate me, and then I begin to thrust. I can’t hold myself back—we’re both too hungry, too desperate. I fuck her hard and fast, thighs slapping loudly against her ass cheeks as I slide in and out of her dripping wet pussy. She moans with pleasure as I lose control, pulling her hair and spanking her as I drive in and out. I feel her pussy tightening around me, her juices running down her thighs as she cums again and again, but I don’t stop. The deep, primal, animal side of me has taken over. I don’t care if people hear us or if we get caught, I focus on her and the pleasure of the moment and nothing else.

“Fuck Tori, I’m so close. I don’t think I can hold off any longer,” I say through gritted teeth.

“That’s okay,” she pants. “Cum with me, baby,” she commands.