It’s a ride of all rides. With the open air, the speed, the night sky above us, and her wrapped around me. To say I’m not rock hard in my leathers by the time we pull up in front of her apartment would be a lie.
“Baby girl. We’re here.” I say, rubbing her knees and thighs while she buries her face in my shoulder.
She stays put, her grip on me tightening, her cheek brushing back and forth on my bare skin, leaving wet trails from her eyes. She sniffles and sighs, not moving, not getting off the bike, not letting me go.
“Zeph?”
“Yeah baby?”
“Don’t go.” She pleads, squeezing my hips with her thighs, grabbing the front of my tank with balled fists. “I can’t be alone after…after what…”
“Okay.”
I’m stupid. A fucking idiot if I ever did meet one. I should be running far away from her, forgetting her, keeping my distance, disappearing from her eyes forever, but I simply can’t.
Her hand is in mine, and I’m following her into her apartment before I know what the fuck I’m doing. Like a puppy following its new owner, I wait as she unlocks the door then leads us inside. But unlike an innocent puppy, the second she closes us into the quiet privacy, I’m on her with my hands and my mouth, tossing my busted helmet across the room with a loud clatter.
Chapter
Nine
“Fuck Zeph, again?” Phoenix pants into my mouth, her hands cupping my face as I walk her backwards through her apartment.
“Yes.” I moan, kissing her like I’m starving, driving my tongue as far into her as I can, tasting the adrenaline in her, loving the way it pulses from her and into me through whatever this desire for her is. “I can’t get enough.”
“Insatiable.” She groans, pulling me into her bedroom by the front of my shirt with a devilish twinkle in her dark eyes.
“You too.”
“Take me.” She purrs, kissing me harder, her hands frantically working on my pants, her fingers fumbling and failing to get the still damp leather open.
The entire night has been one big clusterfuck, and here I am, yanking open my pants, freeing my engorged cock and pushing her backwards onto her bed, watching her bounce on the soft mattress as I step out of my pants, and tear off my tank, tossing the bloody clothes on her pristine white carpet without a fucking care except getting my mouth on her and my dick in her again.
Her legs fall open as she strips off her already destroyed clothes, baring her glistening pussy to me. I can see the wetness on her flesh in the moonlight that comes in through the windows of her bedroom. She shines like the stars in the sky, twinkling with a silvery brightness that calls to me and my thirsty mouth.
“Fuck Phoenix.” I growl, dropping to my knees at the foot of her bed, grabbing her roughly behind her bent knees and dragging her to me.
Her scent is overpowering, already tainted with what I left in her earlier. It’s musky and earthy, and tastes fucking phenomenal when I close my lips on her tight little snatch and suck.
“Oh God Zeph.” She moans, her head lolling to the side, her hands sliding across her body, grabbing her tits as I look up from between those tanned thighs.
She’s beautiful in clothes, but laid out naked before me, her hands roaming and squeezing, her mouth open and her eyes closed she’s stunning, exquisite, and a motherfucking goddess just as her name represents.
I’m spiraling down into an abyss I’ll never climb out from as I lap and lick at her wetness. I’m already addicted, obsessed, and willing to do anything for the woman writhing under my mouth.
“You taste like heaven.” I purr against her, feeling her swollen pussy lips vibrate with my words, making her gasp and lift her hips for more. “That’s it baby, crush my face.”
She’s wordless, but not silent. Her pants and moans get louder as she lifts up and slams her body down on her bed, bucking against me, smearing her fluids all over my face, making me drool and suck harder. As she loses herself to my mouth, I lose myself to her, and the freedom from my compulsions that she brings me.
My mind is clear as I feast on her, licking and sucking up everything she can give me. I’m not thinking about whores, pimps, drugs, violence, or fire. All I can keep in my mind is the way she tastes and moves against me, and those sounds she’s making. Those goddamn sounds flowing from her are enough to drive me insane with lust.
Louder baby. God, louder. Scream my name.
“Louder baby. God, louder. Scream my name.” I command her, kissing and nipping on her swollen little clit, making her jump and flail, her hands grabbing for my hair. “Such a good fucking girl for me.”
“Fuck! Zephyr!” She bellows out, her fingers pulling and twisting my hair, her cunt twitching and pulsing against my tongue. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Soak me. Come on baby, be my perfect girl. Cum in my mouth and all over my face.”
