Charlie grabbed her purse while I dug the spare leather jacket out of the storage cubby. It was a real biker jacket, with tassels and zippers and buckles, and it fit Charlie like it had been made for her. Seeing this girl in a biker leather was…
Well, it wasn’t doing anything helpful for my blue balls, let’s put it that way.
I pulled the extra half helmet out of a different storage locker, gathered my phone, wallet, and other accoutrements, and led Charlie outside to where I had the bike on its kickstand behind the bus. She eyed my bike. A lot like my dad’s, and I‘d bought in honor of him. A 1947 Indian Chief, all original, in near mint condition, with a comfy seat for two.
She took a deep breath. “Okay. I’m a little nervous.”
I popped the helmet on her head; she’d re-braided her hair into a dizzying complex triple braid, so the thick glossy mass of black hung down over her shoulder and rested just above her breast.
Clipping the helmet under her chin, I brushed her cheek with my thumb. “It’s all good. I’ll climb on first, you climb on behind me. Snuggle in close, and don’t be shy about hangin’ on tight, okay? Squeeze as hard as you want, won’t bother me none. I’ll go slow until you feel okay. Promise you, after the first rush, you’ll be having fun.”
I swung on, inserted the key and twisted it, pulled back the kickstand and balanced. Grinned at Charlie, popping my own Kaiser-style helmet on. “Climb aboard, darlin’.”
She put her hands on my shoulders, hesitated. “Promise it’s safe?”
“Eyes on me, babe.” She met my gaze, and I held it, giving her my open soul through my eyes. “I swear on River Dog’s immortal soul that you will be safe with me, always.”
She saw something that made her shiver, and nodded. “Okay.”
And then she threw a leg over behind me, slid on, the angle of the seat helping her press up against me. I drew a deep breath and held it, focusing on not popping a hard-on at the feel of her plump firm breasts against my back, the V of her thighs wedged against my hips. And then her hands latched around my waist, low, and that fight was near impossible.
I balanced with my feet and adjusted her hands a little higher, near my diaphragm. “Little too close for comfort while I’m ridin’, babe.”
She rested her chin on my shoulder, and her breath tickled my ear. “Oops.” She slid her hands down where they’d been, and lower. “That, you mean? It’s too close? Making you uncomfortable?”
I chuckled. “Oooh, you saucy little minx. You know I’ve been hard as a fuckin’ rock all damn morning? Now you’re teasing me?”
She sighed. Moved her hands back where I’d put them. “Sorry.” Another sigh. “I’m sorry about this morning. I swear, I didn’t mean to—”
“Hey, wasn’t blaming you. Shit happens, I know you weren’t tryin’ to do nothin’ like that. I just meant I gotta ride right now, and if I’m thinkin’ about how fuckin’ bad I want your hands on my cock, riding will be impossible.”
“Just my hands?” She breathed.
I growled, my cock throbbing at the sultry promise in her voice. “No, Charlie. Not just your hands.” I drew a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Been daydreaming about the ways I want to get nasty with you, and I’m trying like hell to not do any of ‘em right here, right now.”
“You’ve been daydreaming about me?” Surprised, aroused.
Fuck, this conversation wasnothelping. “Yeah, babe. Want you so bad it hurts. Literally, the pain I’m in ain’t even funny.”
She lifted up, peered over my shoulder down at my groin—which was bulging painfully as my cock tried to unfold but was stuck bent in half. “You’re in pain?” The worry, the concern…god, it was too sweet, too much. She was soft and tender, and ready to do anything to make me all better.
“Darlin’, I was literally seconds from blowing my load when that flat popped. A few more seconds and…” I groaned. “Having to stop, and leave you naked in my bunk, and spend the rest of the day around everyone else when all I fuckin’ want to do is bury my dick into your sweet, hot little mouth? Fuckin’ hell, Charlie. I’m so swollen, so achy and fucking throbbing all over it’s a wonder I don’t just explode. Can barely think straight, honestly. Ridin’ this bike with you pressed all soft and sexy up against me, whispering that seductive shit? Fuck, babe. You don’t know what you’re doin’ to me.”
Her arms squeezed around me. “I want to fix it,” she whispered. “Where can we go?”
I laughed, a dark, amused, aroused growl. “Babe, not sure you know what you’re askin’.”
She clenched her thighs around me, pressed against me, ran her hands over my bare chest, down, close, close, then back up. “Crow, you’ve made me want things I didn’t know I was capable of wanting. I’m not sure I know what I’m asking for either, all I know is…” her voice lowered to a breathy hot whisper against the shell of my ear, “I’m horny as hell, and the single thing I want most in life right now is to make you come as hard as you made me come last night…and this morning.”
I sucked in a deep breath, clenched my handlebars until my knuckles pulsed with pain, forcing myself to not snag this woman off the bike, carry her into the grass on the side of the road and have my filthy, depraved way with her right there. Instead, I hung my head, steadied my breathing.
“Charlie, give me a chance to put some miles between us and that bus, and I’ll find a place we can be something like alone, and I’ll give you all the time in the world to do anything and everything you can think of, and then some.”
“How many miles?” She breathed.
I laughed. “A few. I plan on makin’ you scream almighty goddam loud.”
I kicked the starter, and on the third kick the motor caught with a snarl. I gave it throttle, and the bike purred, and Charlie pressed her nose to my back. “It vibrates,” she said in my ear. “Like, whoa.”
