He swallowed thickly, his thoughts trying to break through, trying to rein in the beast that wanted to break free. “I wasn’t going to start this.”
“That’s why I did,” she whispered, swiping her thumb through the wetness on the head of his cock.
Each word, each touch hammered another nail into the coffin of his restraint. “I’ve been trying not to take advantage of you, Alexa. You’ve got a lot coming at you right now.” His head dropped back on her shoulder. He felt connected to her by her touch, their words, the bike’s vibrations.
“It’s not taking advantage if I want to be with you, too, Maverick. Just because my life’s a wreck doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want. And I see it now with a clarity I haven’t had in years. Please, don’t take that from me,” she said, her voice strong, but with just a hint of pleading. Her words hit him square in the chest, unleashing need and hope in a one-two punch that buried the last of his concerns, at least for tonight. But then she released him. “Unless you don’t want—”
“Oh, fuck, no. I want.” Twisting, he wrapped an arm around Alexa’s slim waist and hauled her in front of him so that she was straddling his thighs, her front to his.
She gasped and grinned. “That was impressive.”
“Not nearly as impressive as what I’m about to do,” he said, lust making him feel desperate and crazed as he roughly unfastened her thin dress pants.
“What’s that?” she asked, bracing her hands on the gas tank behind her, reclining away from him a little as he worked.
He reached into his back pocket, urgency fueling his plans. “Is your pussy wet for me, Al?”
She squirmed against his thighs. “Yes.”
“Good, then you’ll forgive this.” His flipped out the pocket knife, grasped the open bottom of the fly, and carefully sliced at the seam that ran between her legs. A quick precise slash separated the flimsy silk of her wet panties, and then she was exposed to him.
“Holy shit, Maverick!”
In a quick move, he pocketed the knife, ripped the ruined seam wider, and lined his cock up with her wet core. And then he was sinking deep, shifting her forward on the bike just a bit so he could bear down on her. Her moan lanced heat through his blood, her body arching over the curved tank, her hair spilling fucking beautifully over the matte blank with its red accents. When he was balls deep it felt so good that he had to grip the handlebars to steady himself.
“Oh, my God, this is so fucking hot,” she cried. Her hands joined his grasping onto the handlebars. “Please, Mav.”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice like gravel. He withdrew and thrust, the bike rocking under them, the engine adding a hot full-body sensation. Her pussy was wet and already tightening around him. He grabbed the knife again and fisted her little silk tank top. “Need all of you,” he growled, slicing it from the low neckline to the hem. It was easy work to cut through the satin holding together the cups of her bra, exposing the mounds of her tits.
“Yes,” she said. “Take what you want.”
“What about you?” he said through a clenched jaw as he penetrated faster, deeper, riding her without mercy. Not that she was asking for any. “You gonna take me?”
“Yeah,” she cried. “Oh, yes.”
And God help him, he needed her to, to take all the adrenaline and aggression inside him. With each mind-blowing thrust, it was like she was sucking the poison of darkness and loneliness from his soul. “Yeah, you are. Take me, Alexa. Fucking take me.”
“Maverick.”
Her moan twisted up the tension gathering low in his gut. “That’s it. Take all of me.” He bottomed out inside her, then ground himself even deeper.
“God!” She reached a hand between her legs, and watching her work her own pussy while he fucked her on his bike was the single hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life. She screamed her orgasm, her whole body bowing over the gas tank, her thighs bucking over his. He planted his hand on the flat plane of her belly just below her breasts, steadying her and pinning her in place.
And then he shifted his stance so that he was hammering down into her, his pelvis crashing into hers on every thrust. Sensation was barreling down his spine and stealing his breath. “Christ, you’re gonna take me, Alexa. You’re gonna take everything I’ve got to give.”
She grabbed his wrists. “Everything,” she rasped.
The word tripped his orgasm, just ripped it right out of him until he felt turned inside out, raw and exposed, on top of the world. His shout echoed over the bike’s low rumble against the garage’s concrete, his cock kicking inside her again and again and again. It went on until Maverick saw spots around the edge of his vision, like he’d taken a drug that had sent him on the best, purest high.