Page 24 of Ruthless Sinner
A devilish look slid over Marco’s face and he revved the engine again. I moaned, squirming against the vibrations. “Marco…”
“Fuck, this is really doing it for you.” He slung his leg over the seat himself, slotting in behind me and pressing himself up against my back, one arm around my waist to pin me to him.
His other hand stayed on the throttle.
“I wonder…” he mused into my ear, “could you come like this?”
“I—I don’t—” He revved the engine again and I moaned, my hips shifting in a not-quite-thrust against the leather seat.
“That’s it, baby, grind down.” Marco kept the engine running but didn’t open the throttle, keeping the vibrations at a lower, teasing hum.
A part of me felt ridiculous for getting off using a goddamn motorcycle, of all things, but I ground down against the seat, biting my lip and humming in pleasure as the vibrations continued against my clit. It really did feel good,sogood, and Marco’s body against mine, the feeling of being held in place, only added to it.
Would he hold you in place more?The dark, treacherous part of my mind whispered to me.He’d give you what you want, if you just asked…
I couldn’t ask, I didn’t know how to ask, and the idea that we’d do what I wanted and then we’d be facing each other in court, my embarrassing sexual fantasies easily brought up as a way to humiliate me…
But hewoulddo so well at it. He’d give me what I craved, what I hadn’t trusted other men with or knew they couldn’t deliver on.
Marco nipped at the side of my neck. “Focus, baby, rock those hips for me.”
I yanked myself back to the present and whimpered as Marco’s hands fit themselves around my hips, guiding me into grinding down against the motorcycle seat again. I wasn’t sure what turned me on more—the vibrations themselves or Marco controlling my body. His power and control were intoxicating.
I grabbed onto his arms, just to have something to hold on to as I ground down against the pulsing sensations, gasping, arching… it felt good, it felt amazing, but I didn’t think…oh God…
“Marco,” I moaned. “Marco, I can’t—it’s not enough, I need—fuck, please, your fingers, your cock,something…”
“You sure?” he teased. His lips brushed against the soft skin behind my ear. “Because you seem to be doing so well on your own…”
He revved the engine again and my eyelids fluttered, my vision blurring. I was so wet, so desperate, but I needed a more specific touch, I neededmore.
“Please,” I whispered. “Marco, please,please.”
“Please what?”
The bastard. “Please fuck me.”
Being made to say it out loud sent a thrill through me. Marco chuckled and kissed slowly down my neck, leaving me panting desperately. “You’ll want to take off your pants and bend over.”
It took me a moment to understand what he was saying. Then it hit me—if he fucked me from behind, I could still be pressed against the seat of the motorcycle, using the handles for balance, and get his cock and the vibrations both.
Oh God, I was so fucking wet at the thought that I could feel it start to slide down my skin and soak the inside of my jeans.
I stood up, my legs wobbly, and got off the motorcycle so that I could strip my jeans and panties off. I was glad we were really in the middle of nowhere—there were houses, but all on the other side of the park, probably because any on this side would’ve spoiled the amazing city view. Between the distance and the trees, we were pretty safe from any prying eyes at the windows. And who was going to be in a park this late anyway?
I didn’t dare look at Marco. I had imagined being this bold before, but I’d never actually done anything like this. I’d channeled any wildness into my straitlaced job, took that boldness and made it about enforcing the rules instead of breaking them. I didn’t know what would happen if I looked at him, what kind of creature I was unleashing—not in Marco, but in myself.
As soon as I was situated on the seat in front of Marco again, he slid his hand up my back and guided me down, so that I was now folded forward, my hands braced on the handles of the motorcycle and my cheek resting on the cool steel of the gas tank. His hands moved to my hips, gently tilting them, and then I felt cool, slick fingers sliding down between my folds. My breath hitched, the motorcycle thrumming beneath me, keeping me on edge.
My fingers tightened around the handles as he twisted two fingers into me. I was so wet, so keyed up, that they sank in absurdly easy, a slick sound that had me shivering with the debauchery of it.
God he was so good at this, knew my body so well by this point, his fingers scissoring, curling, making sure I was stretched and ready for him. The vibrations thrummed through me the entire time, never letting up, keeping me right on edge. At this point I felt almost certain that I’d orgasm the second Marco so much as nudged the head of his cock inside of me.
My knuckles were pale, the bones standing out against my skin as I gripped the handlebars even tighter. “Marco…please…”
His fingers slid out of me, and I heard his zipper being drawn down. Heat shot through me at the sound. I felt like I could hardly breathe with how hot this scenario was, how full of anticipation I was at the thought of him fucking me on his bike.
There was the crinkle of a condom wrapper, and then a moment later he lifted my hips a bit, giving him the leverage he needed to push his shaft into me.
