eye that was teasing, but not malicious, followed by a brilliant smile and a wink. I adjusted my cut and looked around the crowd, making sure we weren’t followed by anyone. Could never be too careful these days. The coast seemed clear, though I almost wished it wasn’t. Coming face to face with a rival club seemed like a good time compared to this wheel of torture, riding all the way into the fucking sky.
I tugged at my cut again, and Allison rested her hand on my chest. “You okay?”
“Fine,” I muttered. I sized up the people around us in case we had to share a cabin. The guy behind me was one donut shy of a heart attack. If he was in our cabin, we were guaranteed to go down. I focused on how happy she was when we got here and saw what I planned.
“Next,” the guy said, and we moved toward the cabin.
Allison jumped right in and I took a deep breath, following. The guy closed us off, leaving us alone in the small space. Allison sat next to me and I swallowed. “Don’t you think you should sit on the other side to even out the weight?”
“That’s not necessary.”
Her hand landed on my knee, and I focused on that. We went backward, and I grabbed for the railing. “What the fuck was that?”
Allison arched a curious eyebrow. “We’re moving…Wait a second. Are you afraid of heights?”
“No. Maybe. A little.”
She laughed, and then slapped her hand over her lips. “So, Mr. Badass Biker is scared of heights.”
“I’m not scared. I just don’t like them.” My grip tightened on the bar, and Allison ran her fingers across my white knuckles.
“It’s okay to be scared.”
“You know what would help?”
“What’s that?” she asked.
I snaked my hand around her waist and lifted her onto my lap. “A distraction.”
“Then, we’re going to miss the view.”
I cupped her face, running my thumb across her cheek. “I have all the view I need, right here in front of me.”
I wasn’t going to make a move, but if I was going to get off of this fucking horrible ride, I needed to focus my attention on something else.
“My view isn’t so bad either,” she said, then touched her lips to mine. It was soft and sweet, just like her, but after last night, afraid I’d lose her for good, I needed more.
I thrust my tongue into her mouth, and dug my fingers into her ass. A moan rumbled up her throat, so I dragged my lips down her neck, tasting her vanilla scent, and flicking my tongue against the sensitive crook of her neck and back up to her earlobe. “I need to be inside you,” I groaned against her ear.
She pulled back, looking down at me with those beautiful cobalt eyes. “Here? People can see us.”
“No, they can’t. They’re too busy looking out there.” I nodded my head toward the window. “Besides, I don’t fucking care about them. All I care about is you. I need you.” She bit her lip and I took her hand, resting it on my rock hard cock. It strained against my jeans with determination. “Can you feel how bad I need you?”
“I need you, too.” She unzipped my pants, and lifted up her dress, positioning herself over me.
“Have I ever told you how much I love your dresses?”
She eased onto me, and any other words I had fucking vanished. She was hot and tight and fucking perfect. Her hips rocked into me, and I tightened my grip on her sides, letting her fuck me at her own pace.
Tonight, I wasn’t in control and, for once, I was okay with that. She ran her hands under my shirt, sending shivers through me. Her head fell onto my shoulder as she worked me over, grinding and swaying, fucking me into sweet oblivion.
“That’s right, baby, just like that.” I reached under her dress, finding her clit and pressed my thumb to the swollen nub. Her body convulsed against me as I rubbed small circles, guiding her toward a release.
Her breath was hot against my neck and, just as her moans were about to turn to screams, she bit down on my shoulder. Pain mixed with pleasure,
I tugged at my cut again, and Allison rested her hand on my chest. “You okay?”
“Fine,” I muttered. I sized up the people around us in case we had to share a cabin. The guy behind me was one donut shy of a heart attack. If he was in our cabin, we were guaranteed to go down. I focused on how happy she was when we got here and saw what I planned.
“Next,” the guy said, and we moved toward the cabin.
Allison jumped right in and I took a deep breath, following. The guy closed us off, leaving us alone in the small space. Allison sat next to me and I swallowed. “Don’t you think you should sit on the other side to even out the weight?”
“That’s not necessary.”
Her hand landed on my knee, and I focused on that. We went backward, and I grabbed for the railing. “What the fuck was that?”
Allison arched a curious eyebrow. “We’re moving…Wait a second. Are you afraid of heights?”
“No. Maybe. A little.”
She laughed, and then slapped her hand over her lips. “So, Mr. Badass Biker is scared of heights.”
“I’m not scared. I just don’t like them.” My grip tightened on the bar, and Allison ran her fingers across my white knuckles.
“It’s okay to be scared.”
“You know what would help?”
“What’s that?” she asked.
I snaked my hand around her waist and lifted her onto my lap. “A distraction.”
“Then, we’re going to miss the view.”
I cupped her face, running my thumb across her cheek. “I have all the view I need, right here in front of me.”
I wasn’t going to make a move, but if I was going to get off of this fucking horrible ride, I needed to focus my attention on something else.
“My view isn’t so bad either,” she said, then touched her lips to mine. It was soft and sweet, just like her, but after last night, afraid I’d lose her for good, I needed more.
I thrust my tongue into her mouth, and dug my fingers into her ass. A moan rumbled up her throat, so I dragged my lips down her neck, tasting her vanilla scent, and flicking my tongue against the sensitive crook of her neck and back up to her earlobe. “I need to be inside you,” I groaned against her ear.
She pulled back, looking down at me with those beautiful cobalt eyes. “Here? People can see us.”
“No, they can’t. They’re too busy looking out there.” I nodded my head toward the window. “Besides, I don’t fucking care about them. All I care about is you. I need you.” She bit her lip and I took her hand, resting it on my rock hard cock. It strained against my jeans with determination. “Can you feel how bad I need you?”
“I need you, too.” She unzipped my pants, and lifted up her dress, positioning herself over me.
“Have I ever told you how much I love your dresses?”
She eased onto me, and any other words I had fucking vanished. She was hot and tight and fucking perfect. Her hips rocked into me, and I tightened my grip on her sides, letting her fuck me at her own pace.
Tonight, I wasn’t in control and, for once, I was okay with that. She ran her hands under my shirt, sending shivers through me. Her head fell onto my shoulder as she worked me over, grinding and swaying, fucking me into sweet oblivion.
“That’s right, baby, just like that.” I reached under her dress, finding her clit and pressed my thumb to the swollen nub. Her body convulsed against me as I rubbed small circles, guiding her toward a release.
Her breath was hot against my neck and, just as her moans were about to turn to screams, she bit down on my shoulder. Pain mixed with pleasure,
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