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I can feel the heat rushing to my cheeks, and the excitement is overwhelming. A ride on my boyfriend’s bike, is that what he is? I don’t know anymore, and right now I don’t care. Quickly, I look in the mirror, making sure I look presentable, and spritz a bit of perfume on. One last glance in the mirror and I sigh, drawing in a deep breath, as I get out and walk over to him. I see his Harley a few spaces over. The night air is cold and chills me to the bone. He throws me a leather jacket and I wrap it around me. Taking off his helmet, he passes it to me, and I put it on, securing it below my chin.
“Hop on.”
I throw my leg over the bike and sit down on the hard seat. I wait for further instructions. I know what I have to do, I’m just not sure if I’m ready.
“You better hold on.” I wrap my arms around him just before he speeds off. He pulls out of the parking lot and my heart begins to pound in my chest. The sound is so loud I'm certain he can hear it over the rush of wind. I sit staring forward, trying not to let my eyes waver in his direction.
We turn down a dark side road and I raise my eyebrows. “Ummm… where are we going?” I ask.
“Nowhere, just driving around,” I hear him yell to me over the roar of the bike.
“Ok, but don't get lost,” I reply with a snicker.
The heat of our bodies, how close we’re touching, makes my walls begin to melt. I have to tell him the truth before we go any further.
His head swivels around as if he can hear my thoughts. “Eyes on the road,” I blurt out. He laughs a hearty laugh.
“Yes, ma'am,” he says, looking straight ahead.
I can feel the blush begin to creep up my cheeks again. I draw in several deep breaths as the dark road winds on. He takes a hand off the handles and pushes my arms down a bit. Then he takes my right hand in his and places them in his lap, only centimeters from his cock.
An intense heat fills me and the wetness between my legs indicates the effect his touch is having on me. He moves my hand slightly and I can feel his hardness straining against the fabric of his pants. He smiles and moans lightly from the movement of my hand. Next thing I know, I’m unzipping his pants and my hand is sliding against his bare flesh. I realize what I’m doing and begin to panic and pull my hand away, knowing where this may lead. I feel like a fool for letting my hormones get carried away, but the deep rumble of the bike’s engine below me and the feel of his hand against mine does things to me that I can’t even begin to understand.
Jett Stewart is all kinds of bad for me.
But I don’t care.
He takes my hand in his and softly kisses my palm. A shiver of lust runs through me at the contact. I draw in a deep breath and smile. I reach down again and slowly begin to stroke him. The sheer size of him is daunting. As I continue, I can feel the warmth between my thighs.
A ripple of desire takes over as I lean forward and kiss his neck and say in his ear, “Have you ever had a blow job with Altoids?” He stops the bike and turns around to look at me with curiosity.
“Altoids?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I reply, pulling the tin from my purse. I pop a couple in my mouth and then get off the bike. The shock on his face says it all, he’s been waiting for this. For me. I look out into the night—we’re on some back country road, and no one will see us. He throws a legs over the bike and lowers the kickstand. He leans against it lazily. He’s so damn cocky like this, it’s hot.
He shakes his head and smiles as I edge closer to him, laying a quick kiss on his lips. I kneel down and take him in my mouth. As I begin to slowly move up and down his shaft, he grabs my hair and sighs.
“Oh. My. God,” he says as I take his full length in my mouth. He begins to pump into my mouth, hitting my throat deep. Cupping his balls in my hand as I lick the tip slowly, I notice he’s placed both his hands on the back of my head. I can feel his breathing quicken as his thrusts become more intense.
“Cami, I'm about to come,” he says.
A sudden jerk and my mouth begins to fill with his seed. I swallow quickly and lick away every last drop. I lick the tip one last time, and he shivers and opens his eyes, looking at me strangely.
“That was fucking amazing,” he says as he zips his pants up.
I smile and laugh. “Well thank you, sir.”
“Damn!” he says with a wink. “But don’t you worry, I know how to repay a favor.” I’d like that more than I’m willing to admit. He laughs and hops back on the bike, offering me the helmet. “Want to go get some dinner?”
“Sure, what you have in mind?” I ask.
“Well there's this little hole in the wall place near the vet clinic that has the best Italian food ever.”
We turn back onto the main highway, and my phone starts ringing. I pull it from my pocket and look at my phone. Shit. Ty is calling me. “How the hell did he get this number?” I ask myself just a little too loud.
“How did who get your number?” Jett asks.
“Ty,” I reply, fear rolling off me. I shove my phone back in my pocket and tighten my squeeze around Jett. Ty can’t get to me now, not while I’m with him.
