“I wasn’t going to judge you, trust me. I think given you’re right downstairs, it’s totally normal. How it is any different from parents hanging out in their suburban garage when they’re kids are inside sleeping?”
That made me feel better. She had a point but he’d been feeling too guilty to even consider that. “Thanks, Sloane. Now can we talk about the fact that you are completely naked on my motorcycle and there is no one to hear us or interrupt us?”
The tip of her tongue crept out of her mouth and slid along her bottom lip, moistening it. She made a show of spreading her legs even further, and leaning forward. It was an absolutely fucking fantastic view. The curve of her ass rose, beckoning him to grab on and squeeze. Her tits jutted forward, and her neck was long and graceful. The perfect silhouette. She was a motorcycle magazine cover.
“We can talk about it,” she said. “Or we can just do something about it.”
“Ride or die?” he asked, as he pulled his wallet out of his jeans and grabbed a condom. Then he ditched his t-shirt and his jeans and approached the bike.
Sloane gave him a sly smile. “Definitely ride or die.”
Rick cupped her cheeks and gave her a hot, bent up kiss, letting all his passion loose on her. She destroyed him she was so damn sexy. When he pulled back she was panting. “Stand up, beautiful. I’m sliding in.”
She did stand up but then she said, “Now what?”
Leaving his brief on because he was not about sticking his bare ass on cold steel he took her around the waist and hauled her to him. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She did, her tits pressing against his bare chest. Her arms snaked around his neck.
It was an intriguing tangle of limbs but he managed to get up on the bike, with her facing him, and eased her down into his lap. “Hello,” he said. “Funny meeting you here.”
Sloane gave a seductive little laugh. She didn’t giggle, that wasn’t ever her style. She had a husky voice, one that could hold him as securely as a fist wrapped around his balls. “I know, right?” she asked, arms draped loosely over his shoulders.
The skin on her thighs had cooled from sitting on the bike, goosebumps still prominent all over her body. He aimed to make her warm again. Starting with bending down and easing his tongue over her nipple. She arched her head back to give him better access and he drew the tight bud into his mouth. He scraped his teeth over it and she gasped.
His cock was resting on her thigh, still covered by his briefs. Ripping the condom open with his teeth, he set her back slightly, lifted his cock out and sheathed it. Sloane was already rocking against him eagerly and he teased her apart with his fingers, testing to see if she was ready for him. He cursed. “Babe, you’re so wet.”
“It’s the motorcycle. I got turned on.”
“And here I thought it was my muscles.”
Sloane gripped his shoulders. “Fuck me, Rick. Just shut up and fuck me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He gripped her waist and eased her down onto him. She gave the most seductive groan that he lost all ability to hold back. He just palmed her hips and pounded up into Sloane.
Gravity kept her firmly on his cock and she was moaning virtually nonstop, her tits bouncing up and down with the hard rhythm. The bike was hard beneath him, the artificial lighting of his garage cast down over Sloane at an angle. Her body was fully displayed and lit for him, yet her face was in shadow. Her voice told him all he needed to know though. Her head was thrown back and she was holding on to hard. He was going to have bruises on his shoulders tomorrow and that turned him on even move.
Her clit was rubbing against him from the angle and she was getting frantic, her moans desperate. He eased a finger between their bodies and tweaked her clit, giving it a little pinch like he’d done her nipple. Her head gave forward and she locked eyes with him, her mouth open in shock.
She came silently, a big beautiful orgasm, so intense he felt her pussy contracting on his cock. He could feel her slickness sliding down over him.
Finally she dragged in a deep breath and gave a soft laugh. “This is so dirty.”
“Yes, it is.” He drove into her, wanting her to understand how hard she made him. “You like my ride?”
She nodded. “Best I’ve ever had.”
That stroked his ego just enough to cause him to explode. He was fucking Sloane on his Indian and she loved it. He buried himself inside her and let go of the last shreds of his control.
Sloane watched him, looking triumphant as he groaned out her name. She even laughed softly, looking every inch the confident girl he’d known in high school.
If he could help her heal from her marriage in any way, he was happy to do it. Especially if it involved sex. It was his special talent. Not to brag or anything. Okay. He was bragging.
“But you never saw this one coming back when we were kids.” He exhaled on a sigh. “Damn, that was hot.”
“Nope. If anyone had told me I’d be having sex with Little Dickie, naked on his motorcycle, I would have thought they were a few fries short of a Happy Meal.”
“Unexpected. It keeps life exciting.”