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Calista

“R onan, I don’t know how this will work.” I’m already nervous and I haven’t even sat on his bike yet.

It's not just about riding with him—I've been doing that ever since getting my car back. Partly because I love the freedom of it, but more than that, I get to hold him. He’s let me stop grabbing his clothes and instead lets me wrap around his waist.

My heart flutters every time he grabs our helmets.

However, this time is different. The first being he wants me to ride in front of him. It’s extremely illegal, considering I don’t know how to drive, nor do I have a license. He promised that he’d still be driving, but that doesn’t make me feel any better.

The second, I’ve never ridden with a fucking butt plug in.

“Baby girl, I need to start stretching you to take me.” My damn pussy is pulsing with the memory of him bending me over and working a lube drench silicone plug no thicker than two of his fingers into my virgin ass. “Your cunt and ass look like they’re begging me right now—”

“Cal?”

His deep voice startles me, and I nearly drop my helmet. It was my birthday gift, one I honestly hadn’t expected.

It’s a sleek, futuristic design with a deep purple finish and pink accents, smooth to the touch. The dark shade of purple, nearly black, is highlighted by two pointed cat ears on top, outlined with neon purple LED lights. I love mine for its angular lines—it has a feminine touch, while his, in matte black with a more circular shape, feels distinctly masculine. I’m not sure why, but it just seems that way to me.

“Sorry, I was daydreaming about you putting the plug up my ass.”

I promised to never lie to him again, fucker can tell even the smallest of ones. It’s been easy now, since I’ve still not been contacted by the Serrano’s. Hopefully my threats were enough to stop them. I shouldn’t have ever been the object used for their needs, and while I hate them for it, I’m equally grateful because I think I’ve saved more than my own life.

“I’ll be playing with it later, you just wait.” He steps up to me, takes my helmet, and slides it over my head. Darkness wraps around me for a moment, but as the visor lifts, our eyes meet. He smiles, reaching forward to pull my braided ponytail over my shoulder. “Ready?”

“Mhmm. Still not going to tell me where we are going?”

“Nope” is all he says before turning and gesturing for me to get on the bike. He’s had me buy myself safe clothing to wear while we ride, and today is no different—well, besides the no panties. Even with how confident he is in his driving, he never wants to risk my body if something were to ever happen.

Slipping on his helmet, he lowers his visor first, and I glance at myself through the reflection, though difficult since the sun will be down any minute. I’ve got a skintight black, long sleeve shirt, black cargo pants with leggings under them, fingerless leather gloves and combat style boots. I’m like an assassin more than anything, and I can’t help but think I look badass.

He’s wearing light washed jeans that are torn, a simple black shirt and that leather jacket I love so much. I enjoy thinking of us as a normal couple, and I have no doubt that people just looking at us would think the same.

His hand slips behind the small of my back and leads me onto the bike. As I straddle it, the butt plug feels like it’s about to slip out. I tense and stop from sitting.

His thunderous chuckle sends bumps rising down my arms. “Remember the pinch at the very end of it going in? It will keep it from slipping, and when you sit, it will settle. Go ahead.”

I do as he commands, and sit, which does settle it but goddamn, any small wiggle I can feel it. Which means the moment we begin going, and that vibration occurs under me… I may actually come before we get there.

“It will be uncomfortable for a bit, but you’ll learn to love it.”

I already do, holy fuck . I was missing out being afraid of the horror stories that Gene would tell me about tearing and getting shit everywhere.

Ronan comes up behind me, and as his body presses against mine, I can feel how excited he is. He’s got himself tucked up so his cock is right between my ass cheeks, as I lean forward and tuck my legs up to set my feet on the footpegs.

“Hands on the handlebars and just relax. Don’t tense, I’m going to take all control.”

I swallow. “Ronan, this is so dangerous.”

He reaches in front and turns the key, revving the engine to life and then placing his hands over mine. “As is being with a murderer.”

“Stop saying that.” I don’t need to yell, he installed some Bluetooth devices in our helmets that act like phones. Thank goodness, because if I feel sick doing this, I will need him to stop and swap places.

“But it’s true,” he says, leaning forward and getting us moving. “I’m dangerous in every aspect, yet here you are.”

I’ve never been in the front. Never been able to see anything but the world passing by at my side. This view is something entirely different, and I hate to be cliché, but it feels like flying. I now know what Rose felt like on the Titanic, because as we move through the mile or so of forest before passing through the gates to the private lake, nothing impedes my vision. I’m seeing the world through a singular piece of glass, but nothing except that. I wish I were brave enough to take the helmet off, because then it would just be me and the wind.

And of course, Ronan.

“Whatever,” I finally say. “You murder my pussy daily, and that’s the only killing I’ll accept you’re guilty of.”

His throaty chuckle makes me smile stupidly.

“If you say so, baby girl.”

He guides us through a few turns, and the silence settles between us. I’m not sure where we’re headed, but his hint about a non-traditional night out this weekend had me intrigued. We’ve had a few dinner dates, but mostly we've been tucked away in the cabin. Not that I’d ever complain—but now, he’s got me genuinely excited.

The next turn takes us off the main road onto a narrow, paved street that’s seen better days. Rocks and bits of debris are scattered across the surface, and as we move deeper into the thicket things get significantly harder to see. Without the motorcycle’s bright headlights, we’d be nearly in total darkness—the moon’s not full tonight, leaving us with barely any light to navigate by.

“You doing okay?” he asks, his fingers slipping between mine as we hold onto the handlebars together. His thumb brushes against mine, as though reassuring me he’s got me. I know he does and I hate myself for ever thinking I couldn’t trust him with my safety.

“I am, this is both terrifying and exciting.”

“I’ll take you on the freeway next time.”

“No, you won’t!” I nearly shout. “This was perfect, don’t ruin it.”

He chuckles and gently taps his helmet against mine.

The road stretches on, winding and uneven, forcing us to weave carefully through some sections. I can’t make out much around us, just what’s directly in front. I think we’re descending, but it’s hard to be certain.

We take a sharp turn and that’s when I see it—light breaking through the dense tree line ahead. Flickering and warm, it’s unmistakably fire.

The sky opens up as we come into what is like a makeshift parking lot. There are a few camper vans, cars, and some motorcycles. I wouldn’t say it’s crowded, maybe two dozen on the lot. Beyond the parked vehicles, are the bonfires, which are scattered across a large lake. I say it’s large, not because I can see it, but because I can’t. The emptiness of the area ahead just tells me that it spans for miles.

Ronan drives past the parking lot, moving onto the dirt and slightly away from couples and groups of people. When he parks, he does so right next to an unlit grouping of logs, then gets off and helps me do the same. He places fingers at the crease of my ass and pushes on the butt plug. I gasp, but don’t say or do anything, because I think he was making sure it stayed in… because he’d not be teasing me with all these people around.

As we both remove our helmets, my eyes start to adjust to the dim firelight scattered throughout the scene. Just as I begin to take in the people around us, Ronan reaches out, blocking my view with his hand.

I giggle. “ Ronan , what are you doing?”

“Keep your eyes closed while I light the fire,” he murmurs into my ear, causing the small hairs at the back of my neck to stand. “Or just look at me.”

“Okay.” I like being his good girl, so I will do whatever he says. His rewards for obedience are too good to defy, and while I enjoy his punishments, I’ll take the former when I can get it.

Closing my eyes, he steps away from me and I search for the bike. Once I’ve got myself safely situated onto it, I lean slightly and wait, not peeking. The sounds around me are heightened, but mostly what comes to me is the crackling of fire, and soon the distinctive slide of a match against a rough surface.

“How’s your ass, baby girl?”

Biting my lip, I slightly shift my hips so that my ass rubs against the leather seat of the bike. “Needy.” I’m unable to keep myself from chuckling while saying it.

He tuts. “Naughty little slut. I remember you confessing how you weren’t really into that. Now look at you, basically grinding against that seat.”

I mock gasp. “I am not.” I absolutely am.

“One spank for lying.” As heat builds at my backside from the bonfire, I feel his hands come to grab at my waist. “Keep your eyes closed.”

He moves his hand down to my leg and spreads it wide. My natural instinct is to grab him to stop whatever it is he is going to do. We are in public, and I really don’t want to be that worked up and have to wait for him to take me home.

“ Baby ,” I moan. “I’m already suffering, don’t make it worse.”

He ignores my feigned agony. “A really rich man bought this land, don’t ask me how because I don’t really care.” The sensation of his fingers drawing up between my thighs has me panting, and equally angry at how thick my cargo pants are. “He originally was going to make this a place for families to camp…” He leans in, nibbling at the base of my neck. His breath fans against my skin as he continues, “His sons decided it was a place to make families.”

When he cups my pussy I gasp but immediately slap my hand over my mouth.

“Open your eyes, baby girl.” I do as he says, and as my vision adjusts, he continues his commentary to what I’m finally able to see. “Ken told me about this place because he knows I enjoy people watching me fuck.”

“Oh my god…”

It’s not every bonfire that’s indulging in some form of sexual activity, but it’s enough for me to not have to look for long. The ones that aren’t either on their knees sucking or fucking, are drinking and watching .

“Do you want to know why I enjoy it?”

I don’t think I’m breathing. Shit, I don’t think my heart is beating. My stomach ties into knots of nerves, and I wonder if I’ll have to command my body to function.

“Y-Yes,” I say breathlessly.

“It’s knowing someone can see me taking what’s mine, and they can’t have it unless I give it to them.” He shifts up to the hem of my pants and begins slowly moving under the fabric. I clench both my pussy and ass, the sensation of fullness coming in full swing as I lean my head back against his chest. “They imagine what it’s like to be inside you, or what it would be like for me to be in them. It’s knowing that they’ll never truly know, only dream of it. Like I hold power over every set of eyes, because I can have what they can’t.”

The moment his fingers find my slit and push between to find my needy clit, I gasp again.

“Fucking soaked for me, baby girl. I know the butt plug has a lot to do with that but tell me I’m lying when I say you want people to see you.” His other hand moves to my breast, and I only want to be free of these clothes to feel his rough hands on my skin. He squeezes, and I spread my legs instinctively, wanting—needing—more.

“That you are the one being fucked by me, and not them.”

His fingers move to my pussy, easily pushing two into me.

“For them to see you so fucking pleased and think ‘my partner could never make me scream like that’.” He slowly pumps in and out of me and I chew hard on my bottom lip, my hips rolling into his movements. “That they will likely fuck themselves later to images of how your tits bounce, and your cunt swallows my cock.”

“Y-You aren’t angry they’ll see me naked?” My tone is laced with heavy panting. The warmth between my thighs is slowly creeping up to my stomach, begging me to grind harder against his fingers for relief.

“No, because I want them to admire what they can never have. Be angry knowing it’s me that has you. Jealousy is such a glorious thing, and I love to elicit it.” He bites down onto my neck, sucking hard enough that I bite my cheek to try not to scream. “Fuck, I love the way you clench when you undergo pain. I can’t wait to fuck this cunt of mine, but first, I’m going to have you watch yourself come.”

When his fingers slip out of me, I groan with protest. “Clothes off, all of them,” he demands while helping me stand.

I take one more glance outward, no one is looking at us, just enjoying themselves. While, yes, I do feel slightly uncomfortable, I know Ronan wouldn’t ever put me into a situation where I’d be unsafe. That, and I trust him with my life and that includes my pleasure.

After kicking my boots off, I turn and drop my pants. I don’t focus anymore on the people around us, instead just on how sexy he looks removing his jacket and soon thereafter, his shirt. He folds the clothing and rests it on the front of the bike, right where the dials are.

Taking a deep breath, I remove my shirt and bra, now standing naked in front of him.

“Perfection that is mine,” he says while wetting his lips and outstretching his hand to me.

As I take it, he guides me back onto the bike. However, I’m now facing backward, and he’s resting my head where he folded his clothes. This isn’t the most comfortable position, but as he adjusts me to mold my curves against the seat, it feels more natural.

“Hook your arms over the handles, baby girl.” I do so without hesitation. My body feels on fire, even if there is a soft breeze that would be considered chilly. I don’t question his intentions; instead, I watch as he grabs his helmet and slips it back on. He then steps forward, positioning himself comfortably right between my parted legs.

“Feet up,” he commands, and I place them on the footrests. Then he slides his visor down. “You’ll watch yourself come for me.” As I make eye contact with myself through the reflection of the helmet, he slides three fingers right into my soaked pussy.

I clench my teeth together as my hips lift with the intrusion. “If you hold back your screams, I will fuck your ass for the first time out here. We will see how quiet you stay then.”

Taking in a choked breath, I release the moan stuck in my chest. Instinctually I want to tilt my head back, but I force myself to focus on the visor—on him. His bare chest flickering with the fire has my heart flying around wildly. He is magnificent, and even though he wants me to watch myself, I can’t focus on anything other than the muscles in his arms flexing as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.

“That’s it, Cal, let yourself go.”

My knees press against his legs as I breathe heavily through my mewls. He fucks me with his fingers as though they are his cock, the sound of my arousal mixing with the crackling of the fire. The tips of his digits brush against that sensitive place inside of me that has me coming to a climax embarrassingly quick.

He rolls his thumb against my clit simultaneously to bring his free hand up and slap my breast. The sharp pain right at my nipple has me clenching around his fingers.

“Watch yourself.” He smacks my nipple nearly directly, and I cry out a moan.

I focus on my reflection, seeing my hooded eyes accompany my parted glossy lips. The ecstasy I see in myself is thrilling, and while I’ve never thought myself as ugly or undesirable, being forced to watch as I’m in my most vulnerable state has my body going through a plethora of sensations.

It all makes the orgasm that hits me so suddenly feel like I’m being given air after nearly drowning. My back bows, one leg slips from its place, and I don’t hold back my sounds of release. My hips feel sore as I shatter below him. The butt plug making everything more intense that I swear he’s made me squirt.

He grabs me by my jaw and directs me up.

I see myself panting and a slight bit of drool trickling across my cheek. My chest rises and falls quickly, and although I can’t see him, I just know he’s grinning. He does that after making me come, as though proud of me for doing so, and it has me falling harder and harder.

“You made a mess,” he croons. “I bet you forgot that there are people around us, and that you even summoned some to watch.”

I refuse to look, but something happens in my stomach at the notion. People saw me come for him. No one has interfered or tried to touch me.

Is this what porn stars feel like? The enjoyment knowing someone will watch but not touch?

Maybe I’m overthinking it, but I want more. That I cannot deny.

He reaches behind my neck and hoists me to a seated position. I slip due to my cum, but he pulls me tight to his chest. Our skin-to-skin contact making me sigh as I get my breathing in check.

“Now I’m going to fuck you, baby girl, and you’ll scream my name while I do.” He grabs the side of my throat, his thumb drawing down its center and I'm ready to be lost in the night with him inside of me.