We Shouldn't and Yet... (19 page)

“Fuck, I love it when you do that.’’ His voice sounds dark, low. It rumbles around me, cocooning me more in our little piece of temporary paradise. He goes back to my chest and bites my other nipple before he teases me with his lips and tongue. I move against him, holding his head against my chest as I move again against his cock covered by his jeans. I move faster when I feel myself starting to go higher, when my stomach seems to go liquid. I moan louder without a care in the world as he groans low in his throat every time I move over his length.

“Jensen,’’ I beg. “I…Damn, I need you.’’

He pulls back and I want to tighten my grip on him to keep him against me, to me. But when I open my eyes and see him stripping off his jacket, his t-shirt and then unbutton his jeans, I don’t say a word. Instead, I drink him in.

His upper body alone is enough to make me salivate, to make me want to take him, to tease him and his muscles until he begs me in his raspy voice that turns me on so much. His round and broad shoulders are wide in front of me, tense with the strength I know lies beneath. His pecs are impressive, accentuating his tapered waist and his washboard abs. That six-pack alone actually starred in my fantasies and they can get me off fast. His obliques make me want to explore his lower body, starting with his cock, perfect, thick and long. His erection is a deep shade of pink bordering on red, his tip already coated with some pre-cum. I lick my lips, wondering what he tastes like exactly. He stands up, throws a leg over the saddle to take off his jeans and his biker boots, going barefoot and stark naked in the woods on the washed out grass lit by the moon and clear night sky.

“Come here beautiful. You’re too dressed for me to take care of you like you deserve.’’

I smile and follow him. As soon as I’m in front of him, he goes for my jeans and lowers them, along with my thong. He kneels in front of me. Seeing such a big, strong and impressive man kneeling in front of me makes me wetter. He pushes my clothes away and looks up, his eyes trailing over my legs, slowly as if to better remember what I look like, like this. I start to fidget, but he shakes his head once, grabbing my thighs and going up to my hips, still kneeling in front of me. His head it at my navel, his breath fanning my feverish skin. He rubs his chin, his jaw against the lower part of my stomach, just above my core. He takes a deep breath, his nostrils flare.

“You smell fucking good, beautiful. Open your legs wider.’’ He pets my hips and then brings his hands to my ass, squeezing. The tip of his fingers go between my ass cheeks, teasing and I moan. He insists some more and I grab behind his head, my other hand on his strong shoulder. “You’re killing me,’’ he growls and nips around my navel, then leaving a trail of wet kisses down to the small patch of hair right above my clit. He inhales my scent and closes in on my clit and I moan harder, loud. My breathing is choppier, out of control.

He keeps a hand on my ass, massaging it in time with the movement of his wicked mouth while his other hand creeps to my inner thigh, slowly going up and up and up right until he pushes a finger inside me, stretching me just enough to give me a peek at what to expect next with his cock.

“Jensen!’’ I feel like falling at any time. I grip him tighter, feeling his head moving faster down on me. He retracts his finger and his tongue goes inside me, deep. I can’t see a thing anymore. Everything seems to darken and brighten at once. “Jensen, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop I’m so close.’’

He growls inside me, his tongue plunging faster, harder inside me and he pinches my sensitive clit. I come and scream. “Jensen, oh God! Hm… Oh!’’ I tremble, shake, buck against his mouth. My fingers scrap at his scalp, my nails bite into his shoulder. And his head and tongue and fingers are not stopping. He’s not stopping and wave after wave takes me under until I’m boneless.

He stands up immediately, steadying me before I fall. I blink my eyes open, and see him squeeze the base of his thick cock as more pre-cum leaks from his tip. I lean against him heavily and keep my eyes on his erection.

“If you keep looking at me like you want to fucking lick my dick, I swear I’m going to come right here and now, beautiful.’’ He keeps a tight hold on his length and growls again. The muscles in his arm cord, the veins in his forearm stick out.

“I want to taste you too.’’

He groans and takes my hair in his hand, tugging hard on it to tilt my head upward. “Soon, beautiful. Believe me, soon I’m going to fuck that delicious mouth of yours and you’re going to swallow everything I give you. But now,’’ he kisses me, opening my lips with his tongue. I taste myself in his mouth, smell myself on his face, in his beard. I moan in his mouth and he answers with a groan, another tug on my hair and a poke of his hard length against my oversensitive, over stimulated clit. “Now, I’m going to fuck you hard on my bike.’’

He doesn’t wait for my answer. He snatches his jeans, grabs a condom from his wallet and leads me back to the bike a couple of feet from us. He sits back on the saddle and helps me in front of him, but this time, I have my back to him. The hair on my neck stands up, my skin pebbles again and my breasts, my breasts are almost aching from need. I already want him again when my body hasn’t recovered yet from the insane orgasm he gave me a couple of minutes ago.

I hear the foiled packet opening and feel his movements behind me as he rolls it on his cock. I blindly reach his thighs next to my hips and I move up and down. The light dusting of hair there only adds to the sexiness of this man. He’s pure male and there’s nothing in him contradicting it.

“Put your hands on the handle bar and hold on, beautiful. You’re going to need it,’’ he says and even though I can’t see him, I can hear the smirk on his face.

I do what he tells me and tighten my hands around the handles. His hands go back to my hips, petting me, soaking in the smoothness of my skin against his rougher palms. He slides closer to me until his chest is plastered to my back, until I feel his rock hard cock right between the crack of my ass cheeks. I can’t help it, I push back.

“Stop moving, beautiful and hold on,’’ he says in a growl in my ear, his stuttering breath brushing my neck and down my back, raising goosebumps along the way.

He pushes me upward and I’m suspended over the saddle of the bike, only held up by my hold on the handles and his strong grip on my hips, a grip harsh enough to almost bruise. And it turns me on more. Slowly, he starts lowering me until his tip is at my soaked entrance. Once again, I stop breathing for a beat and I push back my hips, trying desperately to feel him inside me. I want to be filled by him until I can’t take it anymore.

“Jensen, don’t make me beg.’’

He chuckles, but it’s strained. He’s exercising intense control, both physically by keeping me up like this, but also mentally for not going for the instant gratification. This man is a real tease.

“But I love it when you beg.’’ He lowers me a tiny bit more, just enough for his very tip to enter me.

I gasp and tense at the intrusion. The slight burning I crave is back, but it’s not enough. My arms are shaking already, but I hold on. I want this too badly to let go and stop his delicious torture. “You feel good. So good.’’

He groans and lowers me in one swift motion, his hips meeting me halfway in a hard thrust that has me scream silently. My voice can’t even come out. It’s too much. It’s so wonderful.

His hands on my hips flex, but he doesn’t push me upward. Instead, he makes small circling motions with his hips, hitting that spot that makes me mewl repeatedly. My head is hunched between my aching shoulders as my hair hides my face and the world around me, keeping me safe in these sensations.

“So fucking good, beautiful,’’ he pants behind me. I clench around him and he groans. “Yeah, you’re greedy, aren’t you? Want me to take you hard again?’’

I nod, moaning again when he makes a move with his hips that makes him hit my g-spot more intensely. He pushes me up slowly, maddeningly slow, and I feel every inch of him just before he pauses at my entrance again and thrusts back inside me harder. He groans again, this time louder, but it’s lost in my buzzing ears and my loud moan of his garbled name.

“That’s right, be loud, beautiful.’’ He pushes me up again and down, his hips sparing me nothing.

I hear the sounds of our skin clapping against each other. I smell our mingled arousal and sweat. I feel his strength and his control starting to crumble. I’m barely still holding onto the handles, but I don’t dare move. I’m too overwhelmed with the pleasure, with desire. I’m getting so close. I keep clenching Jensen’s cock inside me, as if to try and keep him inside me.

“Feel how I’m fucking you deep and hard, Aideen? Feel me?’’

I can’t say a word around my moans and panting. I nod and arch up, shaking from head to toes, pushing back into his cock harder, wilder. I’m losing it too. I feel tears flowing down my face, but it’s not sadness. It’s pure and unadulterated pleasure.

“I want to hear you, beautiful. Now!’’

“Oh…Feel it…yes!’’

He thrusts faster into me, groaning more and more. His fingers bite harder into my hips, his short nails leaving angry marks on my unblemished skin and I love it. I want him to brand me inside and out.

“That’s right, beautiful,’’ he growls out, his voice getting raspier, thicker. “Squeeze my cock like that.’’

He pushes faster into me, and I start soaring. It takes me almost by surprise, coming out of nowhere. I buck against him, my arms shaking violently. I become wilder, and go up and down, barely feeling it when he starts to push harder. The pain mixes with my orgasm, only heightening it. I scream, my head thrown back, my back arching. I’m hoarse and still, I’m coming again and again.

“Fuck. Oh Fuck!’’ He shakes and he comes too, only drawing out my orgasm longer. His thrusts are fast, wild, without rhythm or reason as his voice rasps out my name, again and again in a chant I’ll keep ingrained in me. “Aideen, Aideen, Aideen!’’

I clench around him, milking him completely. I know my arms are going to give so I lean back, straightening up at best with my boneless body and my sluggish muscles. He wraps his huge arms around me, pulling me flush against his sweaty chest. He brings his head in my messy hair, his lips lightly kissing my soaked skin right at my shoulder. I shiver and bring my hands to his around my body, taking in everything that he is, everything that he just gave me, everything that we experienced.

He finally softens inside me and I know he needs to take care of the condom, but I don’t want to move. I want to keep feeling his hard breathing and loud heartbeat against my back, I want to keep his arms around me. I want to stay with him, and it’s scary. So damn scary.

He kisses my shoulder one last time, taking a deep breath with his nose against my skin before he pulls back and out of me. Our moment, this moment, is over. And now, thoughts of my past are coming back, slowly, leaking back in to poison me and chase away the glow I’m basking in.

I climb off the back of the bike on stiff legs and gather my clothes to get dressed, unsure of what to say. I’m not exactly sure what this, us, is. Are we friends with benefits? Are we fuck buddies? Is it more? I quickly zip up my jacket and turn around to find Jensen casually leaned against his bike, his jacket open over his t-shirt, his eyes dark and piercing on me, his lower lip between his teeth and his arms behind him on the saddle to support his weight.

“I couldn’t resist you before, Aideen, but now I’ve jumped. Are you ready for this?’’

I suck in a breath, my heart skydiving in my chest. “What does that mean?’’

He shakes his head and briefly looks up at the sky and the stars twinkling above us. “I have no fucking clue, beautiful, but it feels like I took a jump and I’m falling. I bet the landing is going to be bad, but right now I just want to enjoy the fall.’’

I swallow and nod, pushing over and above the scared warnings blaring inside my head. “It’s obvious that I can’t resist you either, Jensen. I don’t want to. But I think we need to be discreet while we…hm…do this.’’ I point at the bike, at a loss of words. My cheeks burn up my face, but I don’t look away. Instead, I walk up to him and stop toe to toe with that big man who just took me on a wild ride.

“We will.’’ He cups my face and leans down, ready to kiss me. I put a hand on his chest just before his lips brush against mine.

“And if you want to sleep with another woman, then we stop this.’’

He nods and frowns down at me, the calm mask on his face starting to crack. “The thing is, beautiful, since you’ve entered my life I only see you, I only want you. There’s only you on my fucked up mind.’’

He crushes his lips to mine and I answer his kiss with everything I have and it tastes like
more
. I free-fall.