𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 | 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻𝑺

➪ 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

"𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝒹𝒶𝓎."

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Ｔ： ＲＩＤＥ， ＢＡＢＹ

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Your older brother's best friend offered you a ride home on his motorcycle.

He has always been secretive about your relationship, so you decide to taunt him on your ride home.

"Take the front seat." Chris directed. "I want to be able to hold you and make sure you are safe."

You nod in accord.

Getting on the bike, you wedged your lower body up against his as he tightened his grasp around your waist.

"Ready to go?" You ask.

He lets out a deep exhale, as he lightens the grip on your waist. "Oh, yes."

The road was clear this time of night.

You could feel his lower abdomen flexing on your back, as a reaction to road jolts and his muscles tightening under your touch. His jaw clenching beneath the headgear and his grasp on the handlebars strengthening at the sensation your body grinding against his.

Another bump caused you to bounce lightly onto his lap, causing an oppressed grunt to leave his lips. His breathing now coming erratic and his heart beating fast against his chest.

Decelerating the speed of the vehicle, he spoke breathlessly. "We need to pull over."

"What's happening?"

He groaned, prodding himself against you, feeling his arousal aching rigidly beneath the layers of clothing. "Can you not feel what's happening?"

Chris pulled over an old side road covered with dried shrubs and tall pine trees towering above. Exhaling, he descended the motorcycle, tossing his helmet to the ground and started pacing the expanse.

"You alright?" You ask, biting down a smile.

Chris had his back faced towards you, fighting to gain composure.

"Maybe," you begin, climbing off the bike, "I am able to take the load off your shoulders."

Tracing your fingers down his shoulder, you whisper softly. "If you let me assist."

You keep your sight fixed to him as you drop to your knees before him. His eyes burning aflame and his body desperate with need.

His muscles tense as you reach for his belt, brushing your fingers down his abdomen. A quavery breath escaping his lips as you fondle his length through the fabric of his trousers.

"Fuck." He reclined, stroking strands of hair behind your ears before gripping them firmly. "Take me."

You look into his eyes as you unfasten his trousers and tug playfully onto his underwear. His chest heaving as you reveal his arousal and trail it over your lips.

"Stand up." He muttered, running his thumb over your lips.

You oblige.

"Good girl. Now, face the other way for me."

Hesitantly, you take a step forward overlooking Chris.

You can sense his warm breath fanning against your skin, like a figure lingering in the shadows. Softly, you could feel his fingers draping your hair to the side and over your shoulder, leaving your back bare to him. His lips nibbling over your skin, as he slowly loosened the straps of your dress, letting it fall around your waist.

"Chris." You gasped, feeling his hands cupping your breasts and his fingers tweaking your nipples.

With one hand fiddling with your breast, he slid the other leisurely down your abdomen and beneath your lace undergarments.

You arched your back against him as he teased your entrance, feeling the slickness pooling between your legs.

"Please." You huffed breathlessly, letting the dress drop to your heels.

Chris banded his arms around your waist, pressing his hardness onto you.

"Feel me." He panted, breathing against the back of your neck. "This is what your touch does to me." His fingers still entangled in your wetness, now pulling your underwear aside.

"Yes. Oh yes, Chris." You groaned at the sensation of his arousal aligning with your entrance.

Both gasping as your bodies slowly merged together. His muscles quivered as you took his full length inside of you, causing a short-winded groan to part from his chest.

He placed his hands on your hips guiding your pace and syncing your movements, as he continued to circle your clit with his fingers. Your knees trembled, starting to give in to the rush of pleasure washing from inside you.

"I'm close." You managed in a series of breathless moans.

Chris tightened his grip around your waist, as he raised your knee in his arms, penetrating you deeper.

Your body tumbles onto him, convulsing with pleasure as he rides through your climax.

Chris wasn't far from his release.

Taking control of your composure, you swing Chris onto his motorcycle as you climb on top of him.

You take him in once again, watching as he throws his head back in satisfaction. Panting, he spread your legs wider as you rode him on the seat of his vehicle.

"Fuck, you take me so well." He whimpered, griping onto you as you bounce up and down on him.

His eyebrows pinched together in urge and his eyes begging and imploring of impulse and burning desire. He was on edge.

His lips parted with bated breath as you fastened your pace.

"I'm going to cum." He warned, bucking his hips.

You spring onto him. The sound of skin on skin lost somewhere in the darkness of the night.

"That's it. Oh, fuck." He grunted, holding your hips still as he spilled deep inside of you.

His body frail and discomposed despite its muscular physique, shuddering beneath you at its release.

✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧

ＥＮＤ ＯＦ ＰＡＲＴ ＦＯＵＲ

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.