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“That’s exactly what I’m counting on,” I reply, squeezing my thighs tighter around him.
He comes to an abrupt stop at the edge of the lake and kicks out the stand. On shaky legs, I hold on to his shoulders and get off the bike. I don’t even have a second to take in the sunset as his arm shoots out, and he tugs me back by the elbow.
A gasp escapes my lips as his palm glides down the bare skin of my stomach, effortlessly unbuttoning my jeans and slipping beneath my panties.
He tugs me towards him by the pussy and flips up his visor and then mine. His dark eyes are filled with one thing: pure passion.
“You thought I’d let you get away that easy?” he says in a low tone.
I swallow, looking around. My eyes are drawn to the rug on the ground, where a bottle of wine and two glasses are arranged amidst scattered yellow flowers. The candles dance in the breeze. He did all this for me.
“Here? What if someone sees us? Anyone could turn up!” I protest.
My heart races with a mix of fear and excitement. I shuffle my legs apart and his finger slides along me and as he pushes it inside, a moan escapes me.
“That’s what makes this so hot, baby. The fact you’re already soaking and fucking my hand tells me you want it, too.”
I look down and realize that my hips are already grinding against his grip, like a complete slut for him. With a slight shift, he adjusts himself and lifts me onto the bike, so I'm sitting on it, facing him. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his strong muscles beneath my touch.
As he helps me out of my helmet, I hold my breath.
With a firm grip on my chin, he forcefully pulls my face towards his.
I scoot my butt so I’m closer to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He thrusts his fingers deeper inside me and curls them to hit the spot that has me panting.
His dick presses against my core, and a grin twitches up on my lips. There’s no one here. Just us.
“Never have I ever had sex with a biker on his bike before,” I say with a grin.
“And I’ll be the only one.”
I nod slowly, feeling a slight tingle on my bottom lip as I bite down.
“I’ve heard there’s three ways to ride a biker?” I slide my hands under his leather jacket and down the front of his body, cupping his hard cock. His groans being muffled by the black helmet only spurs me on more.
My breath catches in my throat as his hand suddenly tightens around my neck, the sound of rushing blood drowning out all other noise.
“There’s five ways to ride a biker, sweetheart. I’m going to show you all of them.”
I blink a few times, I’m so caught up in him, my brain doesn’t give a crap about numbers.
“Five?” I question. “So, fingers, face, cock, bike, and what?”
I’m completely blank on the missing one.
“Thigh, baby. On my lap. You’re going to rub that perfect cunt all over my leathers until you get yourself off. And do you know what the best part is?”
“What’s that?”
“There’s no one around yet, so you can scream my name as loud as you like.” His eyes squint as he smiles beneath his mask.
I’m completely turned on. I can’t say I’ve ever got off on someone’s leg before. But with Jax, I’m pretty sure he could get me off without even so much as touching me.
“Let me get those jeans off.”
I do as he says, lying back on the bike. As he pushes up my top, a burning heat spreads as he runs a finger along my stomach and swiftly undoes my pants, peeling them down my legs with my panties. Leaving me completely exposed to him.
A deep growl rumbles from under the helmet. “So fucking beautiful, Sofia. And all mine to enjoy.”