three of us.
“This is Ally, my roommate!” Several of the men grunted guttural sounds, their identities hidden behind the bright lights.
I blushed in embarrassment looking at my feet as Kate asked Chase who I should ride with. A deep and rough voice called out from behind me.
“You’ll ride with me.” I turned around, still blinded and walked towards the voice, my heart pounded, ridiculously excited by the unfamiliarity of the situation.
Just as I broke past the ring of bright headlights I saw him. His eyes were as dark as I remembered and his hair as windblown and wild. I felt my tummy tighten as I continued towards him.
His eyes burnt into me, even in the dark. I could not break the eye contact that I now held with him, as if I were in a trance. I remained staring until he let out a soft chuckle and dismounted his bike.
“Jacob Hartley,” he said, his voice cool and smooth, the sound making me shiver involuntarily.
Luckily he interpreted my shudder as a sign that I was cold and evaluated my jean jacket. “This won’t do. You can wear mine.”
He pulled the thick leather from his chest, and as he did, I couldn’t help but gawk at the body beneath. He was even larger than I had expected, the tight cotton shirt he wore clung to his chest, and even in the low light I could see the deep cut of his muscular frame. He wrapped the jacket around me and lifted me in a smooth and effortless motion, skillfully planting me close behind him.
“Hold on to me and lean when I do.”
I nodded in agreement, speechless. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Not only was I riding with a group of rough and wild bikers, but I was personally selected by the leader to ride with him.’ I felt a surge of desire take hold of me, the flame within me burning blue with intense lust.
The bike roared to life, sending intense vibrations through me and between my thighs. Suddenly the cul-de-sac came alive as the other bikers started their engines. In the next instant we were off, the chill of the night invigorating against my bare thighs. There was a freedom in riding this way that I had never experienced. The wind whipped through my hair, the bike flew across the streets giving me the sensation of flying. I pulled myself closer to Jacob, my fingertips all but innocently tracing his rock hard abs.
I knew that my touch could be interpreted as my shifting for better grip, but I also knew that the soft touch along the waist of his jeans would send electricity between his thighs. What I thought was a subtle flirtation was anything but. Jacob released his left hand from the bars and reached down to my knee, his hand sliding up my thigh and gripping me tightly. My lips held close to his ear, I gasped too loudly, in both surprise and lust, sensual desire rushing through me. I hoped he hadn’t heard the pleasured sound that escaped me, but when his hand moved further up my thigh I knew that he had read my response as an invitation.
My panties were now in his grip, and the unexpected moment, along with the deep purr of the bike had me instantly wet. His fingers slowly slid along my wetness and I heard him let out a low growl of pleasure as he pressed them inside of me. I pulled myself in closer to him, allowing his fingers deeper access to my wanting insides, but also allowing me to hide his actions with the oversized jacket I was wearing.
I moaned out loudly as he pulled his fingers roughly towards my tummy. His fingers worked me with a roughness I had never before experienced and I felt my insides come alive with electricity. I had been fingered in the past, but had never experienced the roughness that was now being inflicted upon me. I couldn’t help the sounds of pleasure that were now coming freely from my lips and I slowly traced my grip further south on his waist and instantly found his cock rock