The Sacrifice

I didn't answer her.

Not in words, anyway.

I pulled out of her hold, climbing off the bike, grabbing her hips, swiveling her around to face the back of the bike, then pressing her down onto the seat as my hands grabbed at her pajama pants, ripping them down her legs, laying her bare right there in the tree line right off the highway. Not giving a single fuck who happened past, I grabbed her thighs as I leaned down, breathing in her scent for a second before running my tongue up her pussy.

A shuddering gasp escaped her as my tongue found her clit.

A part of me wanted to go easy on her, explore this with her.

The other part was too into it, too beyond needy, overwhelmed with her sweet scent, and sweeter taste. The sounds of her flooded my ears, silencing anything else as her gasps became loud, unabashed whimpers.

Her fingers dug into my hair as my fingers slipped between us, pushing deep into her pussy, thrusting. Hard, fast, unrelenting, driving her up.

She teetered there on the edge for a long moment, her voice crying out, begging for an end to the sweet torment.

My fingers turned inside her, raked over her top wall, as I sucked hard on her clit, making the orgasm slam through her system, calling out my name as she came, her pussy clenching at my fingers as I milked it for all it was worth, licking, sucking, fingers rubbing over her G-spot until her body went languid, spent.

I pulled back, looking down at her pink skin, her heaving chest, her hazy eyes, her wide mouth.

Fuck.

That mouth.

I needed that as much as she needed mine.

More, even.

I reached out, slipped under her neck, grabbing a handful of her long hair, pulling, making her fold, then slip forward, inching off the back of the bike as my hand kept pulling until she was on her feet. My other hand moved out, pressed into her shoulder, pushed her down on her knees.

Her head angled up at me, brows pinched, eyes still a little unfocused, heated, lips still parted.

My finger moved up her neck, my thumb rubbing across her lower lip.

"Suck my cock," I demanded, hearing the raw need in my voice as my hand left her lip, went into my pants, pulled out my aching cock, stroking it down to the base as her eyes widened, recognition hitting.

"Lenore," I growled, snapping her out of her stupor as she looked up at me, then down at my cock, then back up at me.

I grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her forward, feeling the head of my cock press against her lip, then pausing, waiting.

I felt it before I saw it.

The slick, innocent flick of her tongue on the head, lapping up the pre-cum there before her lips spread over me, taking me in.

There was none of the expected awkwardness, the shyness.

Lenore sucked my cock like she was built for it, following the unspoken responses of my body, letting me rock deep, right into the back of her throat, not even trying to pull away as she made little choking sounds as her gag reflex adjusted to the invasion.

"Fuck, yeah, baby, just like that," I growled as she started working me faster, lips sucking tighter.

She didn't stop.

Not even as her eyes watered, as stray tears slipped down her cheeks, as they mingled with the spit and pre-cum from her lips, then dripped down her chin.

"Fuck," I groaned, thrusting harder and deeper, coming so hard that my vision went white for a long second before it cleared again, finding her looking up at me, eyes wide. "Swallow," I demanded as I slowly pulled my cock from her mouth, my hand touching her throat, feeling it as she swallowed back my cum, something that had never seemed quite as hot as it did right then. "Good girl," I said, watching as her lips curved up tentatively, needing the reassurance, reminding me again that this shit was all new to her, and she probably deserved someone who would ease her into it, not fuck the back of her throat like she was any common cut slut I'd come across over the years.

Reaching down, I pulled her back onto her feet, turning her so that her back pressed to my chest, hands going around her, slipping up under her shirt. I cupped her breasts, teasing over the nipples until she was grinding her ass back against me, needy once again, the sweet smell of her practically intoxicating as my hand slid down her stomach, slipped between her legs, slid inside her.

But softer.

Slower.

"Next time, I want my cock here," I told her, lips on her ear, feeling the shudder that moved through her at the idea. "You want that too," I said as my fingers started moving inside her, her greedy walls getting tight already, her hips moving along with my thrusts, her body knowing exactly what it needed even if she wasn't fully initiated in all the ways her body could work with a man yet. "Say it," I demanded as she started to whimper.