Page 93 of Threads That Bind Us
“I really don’t mind asking someone else, Charlie,” she replies, sweet and sinful, and I want to tell her to ask me for the world. For heaven and hell and everything in between.
“I want to. Please,” I say, reaching behind me to pick up a spare helmet and hold it out to her. “How about I take us on a ride and you can see how you feel on it?”
She grins so wide that it’s got to hurt and pulls her hair into a low ponytail. When she’s ready, I slip the helmet onto her, shifting it around to make sure it's snug and comfortable before tilting her head up to snap the clasp. She’s already in jeans andtennis shoes, so I toss her my leather jacket to cover her bare arms in case something happens, but I already know this will be the safest ride of my life.
By the timewe’re cruising up to the park almost an hour later, her grip has loosened on my torso. At every stop, I squeeze her calf, and she runs her hand over my thigh. Riding has always been peaceful for me, but there’s something almost Zen-like about having her experience this with me.
There’s an overlook that Catalina and Sammy have hiked that is both secluded and motorcycle-friendly, as long as you’re not caught by park police, so I search for the turnoff as we roll down the roadway. The dirt road is uneven, and her thighs tighten behind me, her body stiffening more as we follow the path. I take things slow, keeping an eye out for signs of hikers, but it’s late morning on a weekday and there were no cars in the parking area, so I assume we’re in the clear.
When we finally get to the overlook, I shut the engine off and pat Gwen’s thigh to let her know she can move. Her legs are a little wobbly as she ungracefully slips off the bike, and I catch her hand before she tumbles over. The long arms of my jacket are shucked up around her wrists, but she has a hard time getting her helmet off on her own, so I tilt her head up and unclip it for her before removing mine.
“I fucking loved that,” she says, nearly breathless as she smooths away the hair that’s stuck to her forehead with sweat. She throws her arms around my torso, still holding her helmet, and hugs me so hard that the breath is knocked out of me for a second. “Thank you,Charlie.”
Before I can respond, she unwraps herself from me, places her helmet on the seat of the bike, and walks to the edge of the lookout, pulling her hair out of the tie as she goes.
It’s unseasonably cool today, and a constant breeze keeps the humidity from settling too much around us. Gwen teases her hair at the root, letting the wind pick it up and blow it over her shoulder. The sun is high and bright over our heads, warming my skin and reflecting off her like light on water. Against the backdrop of early summer, she looks peaceful, copper red and soft blush against endless green and blue.
My helmet still hangs loosely by my side as I walk up next to her, taking in the view of Shenandoah. I prefer it here in the fall, when the shades of orange and yellow blend with the sunset, but it’s still gorgeous.
“Why’d you pick here to drive to?” she asks, bumping her shoulder against my arm.
“It’s one of the few views I know of that’s semi-private that you can get to by bike,” I respond, shrugging against her touch.
“You could have driven me to a parking lot.” I can hear the smile in her voice. “Or just around the neighborhood. But thank you for picking somewhere so lovely.”
We sit in silence for a bit, the warmth of her body just barely touching mine, the creaking and rustling of the endless trees all we can hear. After a few minutes, she bumps my arm again.
“Why did you want to take me somewhere semi-private?”
The effect of her words in that tone is almost immediate. All the adrenaline from the ride, from her body wrapped around mine, comes roaring back through my veins. I want to think of something clever to say, but when I look at her, she’s already got heat and trust in her eyes, and the look of her wanting me the way I want her erases all words from my mind. I finally shake myself.
“No nefarious intent, I promise, but I’m open to any shameless ideas you have.”
The grin she gives me in response to that is electrifying, and she walks me backwards toward the bike like she already has something in mind.
“Hands on the seat,” she directs, and like she controls my body more than I do, they follow her direction.
Her helmet rolls away somewhere and I don’t pretend to care. The little smile and nod she gives me fills my chest with a sense of fulfillment, so small and yet so addicting, that I want to chase the feeling over and over and over. She moves closer until she’s pressed up against me, her mouth against my jaw, so close as her lips whisper against my skin.
“You’re going to keep your hands there until I tell you that you can move, okay?” She traces one hand over my shoulder and down my arm until she locks her fingers over mine. “Shift your weight now so you’ll be comfortable and safe leaning against the bike.”
I do as she asks, shifting my hips so I’m forcing the bike further into the kickstand. A pleased kiss against my jaw nearly has a groan slipping from me, but I hold back.
“You know, on the drive over here, all I could think was,my husband would give me anything I asked for,” she says calmly, shucking off my jacket and dropping it on the grass between us. “You’d teach me how to ride, and you’d protect me while we do it, and I wondered how I could possibly show you I’d also do anything for you.”
My heart is beating out of my fucking chest as she sinks to her knees in front of me, her nails scoring my thighs through my jeans as she finds a comfortable position. Every time she touches me it feels like lightning under my skin, and my body is warring between holding still so she’ll continue, and yankingher on top of this bike and wringing every last drop of pleasure from her.
“You know you do so much for me,” I grit out, trying to hold on to my sanity. “More than I could have ever asked for.”
She brushes her hand over my cock, and I jerk involuntarily. Given the look in her eyes, pupils blown so wide that the black of them nearly swallows her brown irises, that’s what she wants. Me falling apart for her; me losing control for her; me listening to her direction in spite of it all. Fuck, I want that, maybe more than she does.
“I know. And I want to do this too.” She takes a breath. “I’m going to suck your cock, Charlie, and I’m going to make myself come while I do it.” Her voice is breathy but controlled as she reaches down and undoes the fly of her jeans, rolling them open until a sliver of black fabric becomes visible. This time I can’t control the groan. “And if you’re good and listen to what I say, if you don’t move your hands, don’t touch me, don’t come,” her voice skips as she slips her fingers over her underwear, “then I’ll let you make me come, too.”
Jesus fucking Christ. I’m nodding, even though I’m on fucking fire and have no clue if I can follow her instructions.
“Please, Gwen, anything,” I beg, my grip on the seat tightening as she undoes my belt, the click of the buckle only ramping up my heart rate. Her movements are slow and teasing as she undoes the button and gently pulls my zipper down, the vibration of it nearly unbearable against my dick.
She yanks her hair back into the tie and I can’t fucking stand how beautiful she is. Cheeks flushed and eyes shining, it’s undeniable how much this turns her on, and it’s impossible not to realize how lucky I am.