Slider’s hand clamped down on hers. He didn’t push her away, but he held her still. And since that meant her hand was full of his denim-covered cock, that was fine by her.
But by the time they pulled into Slider’s garage back at the house, she was a needy mess. And what she most needed was to make him fall apart. Cora removed her helmet and was off the bike in a flash, and then took his helmet and hung it on the handlebars.
“What are you up to, sweetheart?” he asked, grinning as he pushed his sunglasses up on his head.
“Pleasing you,” she said, planting a hand against his chest and forcing him to lean back.
Watching her with an animalistic glint in his eyes, he braced one hand against the small second seat on his bike.
“I’ve been wanting to do this,” she said, unzipping his jeans and freeing his cock.
“Have you now?” he gritted out as she took him in hand.
“So much.” Cora didn’t play or tease, she just wet him with her tongue from root to tip before sucking him in deep.
“Fuck,” he said, a hand falling on the back of her head. “Fuck, that’s good.”
Bracing one hand against the gas tank, Cora stroked him with the other as she lifted and lowered her mouth over him. And, oh, man, he was a delicious mouthful, so long she couldn’t fit him all in her mouth, but she sure as hell wanted to try. Again and again, she took him to her throat, ringing groans and curses out of him that stole her breath as much as his cock in her mouth.
“Christ, Cora,” he said. His hand tightened in her hair, holding her, guiding her, urging her on. “Taking my cock so good.”
She moaned around him and debated pushing a hand inside her own jeans, but she was enjoying his pleasure too much to worry about her own. She sucked harder, took him deeper, until he was thrusting his hips and fucking her mouth.
“Gonna come. Oh, hell, gonna come,” he said, his fingers twisting in her hair. “Cora,” he rasped, his cock jerking inside her mouth. She sucked down everything he gave her and licked and mouthed at him long after the last drop. He shuddered and stroked her back. “Damn,” he said, his tone so appreciative that she couldn’t help but grin.
“You can pick me up on your motorcycle any old time you like, Mr. Evans,” she said, wiping at the corner of her mouth.
His smile was immediate—and devastatingly sexy. “You can bet that pretty little ass that’s happening every chance I get.” Righting his clothes, he dismounted, and then he took her face in both hands and claimed her mouth in a plundering kiss. “Your turn.”
“We only have fifteen minutes until the bus,” she said, grinning.
Slider arched a brow. “You suggesting I can’t have you screaming in ten? ’Cause that’s a bet I’ll take.” He opened the button on her jeans, then the zipper, and then he shoved his big hand down under her clothing until he found her wet heat.
“Oh, God,” she said, clutching at his shoulders.
He kicked one of her feet wider, and then his fingers stroked and circled and penetrated deep. His other hand moved to her hair, holding her to him and forcing her to meet his aroused gaze. “That’s it,” he said. “Chase it, sweetheart. Ride my hand and get it.”
Cora tilted her hips and strained against the maddening friction of his fingers and palm. She held her breath and gasped in turns, sensation tightening and spiraling and gathering inside her.
“Yeah, there it is,” he gritted out, his fingers moving harder.
“Slider,” she said. Her fingers dug harder at his arms as his strokes made her knees feel too soft to hold her. He gave her a nod, his eyes on fire, and then the orgasm was . . . almost . . . there . . . She shouted his name before her release stole her breath. Shaking against him, she writhed as her muscles clenched again and again. She clutched at his wrist, his touch suddenly too much. But he wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t let up, until she was limp against him and only his arm around her waist held her up.
“God, that was beautiful to watch,” he said, kissing her forehead.
“I think I’m dead now.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “Nope. You’ll live to come another day. Count on it.”
Cora laughed, because Slider had been hiding an awesome sense of humor all these months, and she was getting to see more of it every day. “I love you,” she said.
“Right back atcha, sweetheart.” He brought his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers clean.
“Jesus,” she whispered, watching him. “Not gonna forget watching you do that any time soon.”
He gave her a wink. “By the way, the bus will be here in six minutes. So I got you off with time to spare.”