Once we reached my motorcycle which I’d parked in a grove of trees at the trail’s head, Eli said, “Climb on.” I did as he said and started to grab the helmet for him when he grabbed my hand to stop me. Instead of climbing up behind me, he straddled the bike in front of me so that he was facing me. I was intrigued until he pulled me down for a searing kiss.
After that, I was just crazy with need. I glanced around the trail as Eli tugged his T-shirt off. While we were secluded from the main road, if any hikers came along the trail, they’d end up getting quite the show. But as Eli dropped his shirt to the ground and ran his hands over his chest, I found that I didn’t give a fuck and I dragged my own shirt off. Eli pulled me down for a kiss as his hands roamed my back. My man definitely had a thing for my tats, but the snakes were a clear favorite because he played with them every chance he got.
And I’d made sure he had plenty of chances.
Eli’s nimble fingers left my back long enough to start working my pants loose and then he pulled my cock out and began stroking me with heavy drags. His thumb kept tracing the ridge beneath the head and just when I was about to demand he get the rest of his clothes off, he released me and climbed off the bike. He took his time getting undressed, despite the chance of discovery. I kept my eyes on him as I pulled a packet of lube from my wallet and lubed myself up.
“I wasn’t done playing,” Eli said. “Are you still worried about being late?”
“Late for what?” I asked as I grabbed him by the waist and dragged him forward and up onto the bike. I settled him on my lap and kissed him long and hard as I let my lubed fingers push through his crease to search out his hole. Eli gasped against my mouth as I pushed one finger inside of him. With the second finger, he was squirming desperately against me.
“Lie back,” I urged as pulled my fingers free from his body and wiped the excess lube on my pants. It took Eli a second to get situated so that his head was resting in the middle of the handlebars. I doubted that the position was very comfortable, but Eli didn’t seem to notice because he was wrapping his legs around my waist and trying to work my cock into his crease. I slapped him on the ass in warning and waited until he stilled.
“Grab the handlebars,” I said. Once he had a hold of them, I let my hands explore his beautiful chest and tight abdomen. I teased his leaking cock with touches that would do nothing to get him off. When he began bucking his ass against my dick again, I used my hand on his hip to hold him still.
“Please, Mav,” he whispered.
“Please what?”
“Fuck me,” he said harshly.
When I didn’t respond, he picked up on his mistake and said, “Please fuck me, Mav.”
I leaned forward to reward him with a kiss and then grabbed my cock and guided it to his opening. He moaned as I began to work my dick inside of him with little, teasing thrusts. I held on to his hips as I kept my feet flat on the ground so I could keep the bike upright. As more of my length sank into him, Eli closed his eyes and bit down on his lip. He twisted his hips trying to draw more of me inside of him.
“Please,” Eli ground out and I finally gave him what he wanted and slammed my hips forward, burying myself in one sharp move.