“Yes!” I said, as he sank into me. I was immobile. I couldn’t move an inch due to my position and my clothes, leaving me at his mercy.
“This is gonna have to be quick, babe,” he said, hammering inside me as he grabbed my hips and pulled me to him. I couldn’t get the right angle for him to hit that spot that would have me coming in minutes. As I tried to move my legs, I felt his grip tighten, forcing me to stay still.
“Luke,” I said, distressed at the situation. He felt so good inside me, but I knew I would never reach that climax in this position. I needed to open my legs. I needed to arch my back. I needed more.
“Talk to me, baby,” he said, his thrusts becoming more urgent and his breathing ragged and fast.
“I need to move. I can’t come like this.” I wished I could take back the words as soon as I said them. How could I have been that forward and honest? And selfish? It wasn’t always about me.
“You don’t trust me?” Luke asked, his voice calm, unlike his movements. What? Of course I trusted him! But this wasn’t about trust. It was about me coming apart beneath him. It was about me having an orgasm on Ronnie’s motorcycle. It was about my juices soaking into the thick leather on the seat and possibly staining or even ruining them. How dare he think this was about trust. It was about me getting mine, him getting his, and Ronnie wondering why the fuck his bike smelled like sex. I closed my eyes, trying to force all thoughts from my mind other than him inside me. I was trying too hard to concentrate on my release that I wasn’t even enjoying the moment and what it had to offer. Luke, noticing my despair, or proving his loyalty, moved his hands from my waist and grabbed my ankles, pushing my legs over my head as he repositioned himself and began driving into me again, making me cry out on contact.
“Yes! Fuck yes!” I said, my voice loud enough to prompt Luke to place his hand over my mouth.
“Okay baby, now you can scream all you want.” I don’t know if it was his command, the challenge to see how loud my screams could get with his hand muffling them, or the feeling of intense ecstasy as Luke pounded relentlessly in me, giving that delicious spot all the attention it had been deprived of, but I screamed. My screams thrilled Luke, and he let me know it. “That’s right, baby. Let me know how good it feels when I fuck you with this cock.” I moaned against his hand, letting his dark, beastly voice and his expert, assured movements push me into the climactic state that had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. When Luke stilled, I felt the warmth of him engulf me as he stayed buried deep inside me. “Motherfucker,” he groaned, and I agreed with a nod, finding the bike becoming rather comfortable. “Come on, babe.” Luke said, pulling out of me and pushing my pants up my thighs before anything he had left inside me had a chance to run out onto Ronnie’s seat.
“Now?” I asked, with a whine. Why couldn’t we just stay here?
“Yes, beautiful. Now,” he said, lifting me from the bike and swatting my ass to encourage me to walk. I was fully sated and sleepy. I just wanted a nap. He grabbed my hand to lead me out of the shop, stopping at the door and turning to me to fix my unkempt ponytail. “Babe, could you try and look a little less fucked?” Luke asked, with a smirk as he dressed himself. I rolled my eyes at him and smoothed my clothes and hair, placing a smile on my face to appease him. It worked. We walked inside and I began cleaning the breakfast dishes, while Luke went in search of Ronnie. Brooklyn joined me soon, and by the look on her face, I was not the only one recently fucked, and in need of a nap.
“So how’s shit going baby?” Brooklyn asked, once the dishes were cleaned and we were seated in the living room. Brooklyn sat in an overstuffed camouflage recliner and I lay sprawled on the couch petting little Dawall, who had taken a liking to me.
“You know, for the first time in a long time it’s going really good. No one is out to kill me, I’m not surrounded by people I don’t trust, and Luke and I get closer every day.” I scratched Dawall’s ears, as he sat on my stomach, his eyes getting heavy much like mine.
“What if there was?” Brooklyn asked, her legs crossed, as she sat with a cigarette dangling from her fingers.