“Consider it a safety warning. They would do a lot more than fuck you.” He squeezed her waist. “They’d hurt you. Do you understand that?”
She took a slow breath, sobered by his serious concern. “I wouldn’t have come out here with anyone else in that bar. And I should point out that you may not have hurt me, but you haven’t fucked me either.”
“Yet.”
That made her heart leap. She scraped her bottom lip between her teeth and leaned into him, pressing her chest against his. “Yet.”
He slid his arms around her. His big hands warmed her back. With one forearm tight at her hips, he fingered the hair away from her face. “Since you’ve been such a good girl, I’ll let you pick a prize.”
That struck her funny. “A prize?”
He opened one of the panniers on the back of his bike and pulled out a small canvas bag. Unzipping the top, he held it open to her. “A prize.”
She couldn’t see what was inside, so she felt around. Everything was wrapped in cellophane and the sound crinkled in the night air. She tried to feel through the thin packaging, but the only familiar items were square condom packets. She grabbed one, along with something small and cylindrical.
Before she could hold it up to the moonlight, Isaac took both from her hand with a hot chuckle. “Nice. Now find a bottle.”
She pulled one from the bag, only to have Isaac snatch it before she could read the label. He popped the top, took one of her hands in his, and poured something into her palm. Something silky smooth she was sure had to be lube. Her sex clenched in anticipation, and nerves tingled along her spine.
“Feel good?” he asked.
“Amazing.”
“I’d like to bathe you in it and do unspeakable things to you all night.” His dark voice held an edge of wicked desire that acted like a stroke of his hand between her legs. He tore open the packaging and the chirp of crickets filled the night once again. “But we’ll have to adjust for the setting.”
He gripped her waist, stepped out from between her and the bike, and turned, pressing his chest to her back. His fingers hooked into her panties. He gave her neck a nip with his teeth as the silk slid down her thighs and dropped to her feet. Then his hands stroked her thighs and cupped her ass. Ava’s skin prickled with pleasure, and her eyelids fell closed.
“Ready for round two?” he whispered at her ear.
Ava’s breath hitched. Her heart rate kicked up.
“This one’s for you,” he said. “Time to get some dirt under your fingernails.”
She thought she’d already done that.
“Let’s just get rid of this last little thing.” He unclasped her bra, and it fell down her arms.
And, God help her, she had nowhere to hide.
His erection fit into the low curve of her spine, and Ava arched against him. Isaac pushed a foot between hers and spread them. More cool air teased her skin. More apprehension crept into her gut. More need blossomed between her legs. Isaac pressed his chest to her back and bent her toward the bike, his teeth teasing the nape of her neck.
Her chest pressed against the leather seat, and she braced her palms on something metal. Tingles ravaged her skin. He slid his hand between her legs, and she startled at the cold touch. She laughed, then groaned as he stroked the lube over every inch of her sex. The easy slide of his hands, the tease of his fingers, the brush of cool air, the alcohol haze…all combined like a magic potion, drawing her into an erotic fantasyland.
Whatever she’d pulled out of the bag now skated between her legs, cool, slick, and rigid. With his other hand, Isaac covered hers where it rested on the motorcycle’s seat and threaded their fingers while she rocked her hips to his touch. Her need built exponentially, and when he finally slid the toy along the crease of her ass cheeks, she moaned. Sensations exploded through her pelvis. Her sex felt heavy and achy. She needed him inside her. Needed that long shaft of heat she’d had in her mouth filling her body.
“Like the way that feels?” he asked, making smooth, tantalizing circles around the pucker of her ass.
“Makes me…” She couldn’t find the words. Her breathing picked up. Her heartbeat kicked. “Crazy.”
“Good.” He crooned his approval. “I think you’re going to like this.”
“I think I already like this.”
He pressed his face to her neck and took a deep breath. “Do you have any idea how hot you look?” he murmured against her skin. “In nothing but those fuck-me boots?”
An image of what she must look like flashed in her head, heightening the eroticism of the moment.
“You make me so fucking hot.” He skimmed kisses across her shoulders, then bit gently at the same time he breached the pucker of her backside with the toy.