Slade (Walk of Shame 1)

Gripping my thighs, he pulls me closer to the edge of the motorcycle and runs his tongue up my thigh while grazing my flesh with his teeth. I can already feel myself squirming on the wet bike, trying not to slip off. My heart is going wild in my chest, making it hard to breathe.

Oh. My. Goodness.

“You like that, don’t you,” he asks against my thigh. “I bet you’re already imagining what it’s going to feel like when I run my tongue up your wet little pu**y.” He bites into my thigh and pulls me closer so my legs are over his shoulders. It hurts, but feels so good at the same time. My breathing picks up as he nibbles a little harder. “You like it when it hurts, baby?” He pulls away and lets the rain fall against my swollen clit. It has me wishing his mouth was there instead, to ease my ache.

Just touch me already . . .

An aching pleasure runs throughout my body, causing me to tremble as he inches his way up to my inner thigh, right beside my pu**y and bites down onto my skin. I shake my head and squirm out of his reach in an attempt to get away. I can’t handle it. It’s too much. He feels my pull and yanks me back down by my thighs so I reach out and yank his hair making him look up at me. “Not so rough, ass**le. Don’t make me regret this anymore than I already do.”

“Fuck,” he groans out. He closes his eyes and moans. Oh my, that moan. So deep and rough. “Pull my hair again and I will f**k you instead of just licking you. Got it?”

Knowing that I’m pushing my luck with him, I release his hair and grip onto the bike handlebars behind my head. I’m already too far to turn back now. I want his tongue, but that’s it. Nothing more. This is it. Just one time. Just . . .

“Oh f**k,” I moan out as his tongue slides up my pu**y, slowly and teasingly. “This can only happen once. You know that, right?” I fight to catch my breath. “This is wrong in so many ways.”

He looks up from between my thighs with a sly grin. He’s a dirty little snake that has me in his grips and he knows it. “Yeah, but it feels so f**king right, doesn’t it?”

I don’t answer. I don’t want to. All I want to do is close my eyes, lean back and let his tongue work its magic to release the tension I’ve had built up since this morning. When he sucked my wetness into his mouth and tasted me, I almost gave in right there and let him have me. It took every bit of strength to fight my urge to pull him into the shower and let him have his way with me; to f**k me just once.

His tongue works slowly at first to spread the moisture up my folds. He’s being gentle and teasing me, making me want more. His rhythm is precise and in control as if he knows the exact spot to work me up. He’s slowly building me up, knowing I’ll want more at the end. He’s f**king good; a pro. He’s in control of his game and it makes me want to knock him down a notch; tease him a little.

I catch myself moaning as he slides his tongue down further and shoves it into my pu**y as deep as it will go. He’s f**king me with his tongue. The feel and the thought is enough to almost bring me to climax . . . but I fight it. I’m not ready yet and I have a feeling he won’t let me get off so easily anyways.

After a few seconds he slips his tongue out and slides it up and over my clit before sucking it into his mouth. It feels so good I have to reach out and grip his hair again. I feel myself pulling and the harder I pull the better his tongue pleases me. He gets off on this and I plan to use this to my advantage.

I yank his hair to the side and he sucks my clit so hard that I scream out in pleasure and almost fall over, but he catches me. I can feel him growling against my clit and it deepens the pleasure and makes me want more as he holds me steady. “Oh shit! Oh shit!”

“Fuck this shit! I want to f**k you so bad and make you scream louder while I’m pounding your tight little pu**y. It’s so f**king hot hearing me pleasure you.” Standing up, he runs his tongue over his lips and places both of his hands on his bike, hovering above me. “You want me to f**k you?” He runs his tongue up my neck and stops at my ear. “Just say the word and I’ll end that throbbing ache between your legs. I’ll f**k you so good that my c**k will be the only one you ever f**king think about again. Let me show you.”

I shake my head and place my hand on his chest. “No. Dammit, Slade.” I give him a shove, but against his firm body, it doesn’t even make him budge. It only makes me want him more. “I don’t need you to f**k me and I don’t want you to. Just finish this so we can go back to hating each other.”

Wiping the rain off his face, he spreads my legs wider and places his thumb over my clit and starts rubbing. “Why? Are you afraid it will feel too good? You scared that I might please you better than anyone else can?” I look at him and swallow while trying to pretend his words aren’t having the effect on me that they are. “My c**k will feel so good in that tight little pu**y.” Grabbing the back of my head with one hand, he shoves a finger inside me and sucks in his bottom lip. I moan and take a deep breath, feeling the thickness of his finger move in and out, making my body feel hot and tingly. “See how wet I make you.”

Closing my eyes, I moan and grip onto his wet hair. I have the urge to pull it and push him even further. I want his finger deeper. I need to get off. “You’re an ass**le for doing this and you f**king know it,” I say between deep breaths.

“Oh yeah, baby,’’ he breaths into my ear. “Fucking show me how much of an ass**le I am and I’ll show you how good I am at pleasing you. You want me to please you; you have to f**king work for it.”

What a f**king ass**le.

“Fuck you!” I scream as I dig my nails into his back, wanting to hurt him. “You’re such an ass**le.”

He freezes and looks me dead in the eyes, clenching his jaw muscles. His eyes look fierce and I start to wonder if maybe I shouldn’t have done that.

“I’m-”

“Don’t f**king say it,” he cuts me off.

Without saying another word, he lifts me up off the motorcycle and holds me up high enough for me to squeeze my thighs against his face. I can feel his lips brushing my clit and it already makes me want to lose control.

Oh shit.

Gripping my ass in his hands, he squeezes while his tongue works on catering to the aching throb between my legs. I grab onto his hair as I arch my back and scream. I scream so loud that it hurts. It actually f**king hurts. My heels dig into his back as I continue to hang here while he pleasures me. He doesn’t seem like this is straining him at all.