Page 96 of Guarding Grace

I hadn’t had sex on a bike before. Actually, there was a pretty much infinite list of places I hadn’t had sex before, including the backseat of a car. “This is one big bike,” I said as I hiked up my skirt to pull the thong off. The motor was monstrous.

He undid his belt. “This is a Triumph Rocket 3.” He yanked down his zipper. “The engine is twice the size of a Harley’s and leaves those pussies in the dust.” It was just like Terry to have the biggest, baddest ride around. “I remember this one time?—”

“Shut up and fuck me already on your rocket.” This was too much talking and not enough action for my flaming libido. “Bossy much?” he asked as he swung his leg over and settled onto the seat,

I started to shuck off my heels.

“Keep ’em on, baby,” he commanded. He struggled to shimmy his pants down enough to free his monster cock.

Peyton had been right that I wanted to lick and suck him until he couldn’t take it any longer. It would be no different than our other competitions. Even if I were on my knees, I would still be in charge. He would be at my mercy for a change.

He stroked himself and pulled out a condom. Sucking him off would have to wait. I put one shoe back on.

He rolled the latex down. “Hop on, Kitten, and ride the rocket, if you dare.”

I hiked my skirt up, but couldn’t figure out how to climb over. So he lifted me like I weighed nothing.

Grabbing his cock to position myself, I giggled. “Rocket. That’s his new name.”

“I can live with that.”

As he settled me on his enormous cock, a gasp stopped my giggles. He stretched me once again, in that most pleasurable way. Then he started working me up and down. I ground into him with each thrust. This was exactly what I’d craved and denied myself this afternoon.

He attacked my buttons again, and I took over lifting up and driving down as he undid my bra and freed my breasts from their confinement. “You have the greatest breasts, baby.” He leaned forward and took one sensitive nipple into his mouth.

Spearing a hand in his hair, I guided him to the other breast between moans of pleasure. “Don’t stop.” I clawed at his shoulders as I rode him and climbed the mountain toward my climax.

He lavished attention on my breasts before moving up my neck to my ear. “You feel so fucking good, baby,” he said between pants. “It’s like you were made for me.”

I yanked his hair and gave him a quick kiss. “You too, Rambo.”

He picked up speed to a point where I worried I couldn’t take it anymore. “Come for me, baby.”

“I’m gonna?—”

He forced a finger between us and rubbed my clit.

That launched me, trembling over the precipice. “Oh my God.”

Grabbing my hips, he powered into me two more times and then held deep. With my inner muscles still rippling around him, I felt the throb of his cock as he spilled his release inside me.

A minute later, limply leaning into him, I took a deep breath. “I think we can scratch the motorcycle off the list.”

He laughed. “Not so fast. Next time, we do it while we’re moving.”

I joined his laugh. “You’re certifiable.”

“And you love it.”

I sat back, with Rocket still inside me, and ran my nails down Terry’s chest. “Maybe a little.”

After dinner,we were on the sectional trying to choose a movie when my phone announced a text.

“Leave it,” Terry urged.

“It’s probably work. I should get it.” I pulled away from him, stood, and found the phone in my purse.

He tugged my hand to pull me back to him. “I find your dedication to your company sexy.”