“And what did you do?”
“Put him in his place.” She smirks as she shakes her head.
“What?”
“He watched you the entire time you were coming back over.”
I laugh out loud. “Is he still watching?” I ask her as she nods her head and I laugh. “Good,” she looks confused. “That means he’ll see it when I do this.” I pick her up, lifting her up as I turn around and sit down with her in my lap, then moving my hand to rest between her bare thighs.
“So, El. Is this why you’ve been unreachable lately?” I can’t help but laugh out as Sadie stares at her friend, demanding an answer.
“Yeah.” she sheepishly answers.
I’ve been maintaining a conversation with her friends for a little while now. A few of them ask questions. I’m as vague as I can be.
I mean, honestly, we’re being a little risky at the moment, but I can’t even care.
Ella stopped talking some time ago and I’m getting ready to ask her if she wants to go when a loud screech comes from her… or at least what I assume she believes a pterodactyl sounds like. Almost everyone at the party stops and looks over to her as I start laughing. I can’t help it. She’s just drunk enough that she doesn’t give a shit about anything, and I fucking love it.
As we make our way out of the party and back towards the bike.
She stayed sitting on my lap for most of the night. Between that and my hand creeping up her dress all night, I’ve been hard for approximately the last 3 hours. She stumbles slightly as we approach, but I know how much she’s had to drink and it’s not enough to be stumbling drunk. I know she’s just trying to get me to put her in front of me. Handing her helmet over, she shoves her head into it before I tighten the strap and she hesitates as I put mine on then kick over the bike.
Glancing back to her, I nod in front of me, and she giggles before she uses the foot peg and she kicks over, sitting backwards and draping her legs over mine. She’s right too. With her dress. All it’s going to take is a slip. No one will be the wiser.
Or everyone will think it’s what we’re doing… but honestly, I don’t give a shit it’s after midnight. Anyone who is out this late will probably enjoy seeing it. I can feel people from the party watching us as we pull away from the house.
“I know you’re not drunk.” I say to her through the radio in the helmet. I just hear her giggle.
“What? I am hammered.”
“Okay, then I need to keep you safe. So, nothing inappropriate.” I tell her as she scoffs until I just laugh.
“Fine, I'm not drunk.” She mumbles in her pouty voice, and it somehow causes me to throb. It’s probably just her, though. I swear all she has to do in breath, and she can make my cock fucking harder than I’ve ever been before.
“Well…”
“Well, what?” I can see her eyes looking up to me
“What are you waiting for?” I raise the visor up as I come to a stop at the end of the street and glance down quickly. I can tell just by her eyes that a grin spreads on her face before I lower my visor as I push us forward. “I swear babydoll, you’re like my goddamn dream girl.” She giggles as I feel her fingers on my fly, and she unzips my pants. Leaving my belt done… just in case. Carefully, she pulls my cock out of my pants and I see her reach down as she slips her panties to the side. “Are you fucking wet?”
“Yes.” She whimpers. “I’ve been able to feel your cock pressing into me all night. Of course, I’m fucking soaked.” I can’t help but laugh as I feel her slickness teasing the head of my dick and I can’t help it as she lines me up. I pull on the throttle and move us forward faster. As I do, she slides back into me… or really me into her. And I hear her gasp through the radio. “Holy fuck.” She moans out, loudly. Letting off of the throttle, she is able to slide out slightly before she starts to slowly rock her hips into me as I try to remain focused. Feeling her panties rub against my cock every time she moves me out of her.
Rotating the throttle backwards again, causing her to slide back roughly against me, and I have to force myself to focus on the road ahead of me. Easing off of the throttle, she methodically moves me in and out of her as we ride through the city back to her house. Careful to make sure we don’t get caught, but also not really caring.
“Sit up,” I tell her as we turn into her neighborhood. She does as I tell her and straddles my lap. We both moan out as it pushes me deeper inside of her. “Ride me.” I demand her as she squeezes her thighs together, and she raises herself off of me and lets herself slide back down. I’m focusing on the road harder now because I need to not kill us, although if I was to die right now, I wouldn’t be completely upset about it. But if I don’t concentrate on the road, this is so goddamn hot I’m going to explode inside of her in a second. “That’s right, Babydoll. I want you right there. I want to feel you coming around me before we get back to the house. I want you all over me.” I tell her through the radio. She pushes herself up, rising on my shaft and lowering herself again. She moans out as she grips around my body tightly. I can feel her body convulse with each movement that she does. Her helmet slightly bounces off of mine as she slides back down and she groans out as I feel a gush around me, her moans still echoing around inside of my helmet causing my cock to throb inside of her. I smirk to myself before I rev again and then pull into her driveway. Sliding to a stop, out of the view of the cameras, not taking off my helmet. I push her back down on the bike and hold the brake as I thrust into her hard. Her moans fill my helmet. “Fuck, Axe.” She whimpers, causing me to push into her again, harder this time. Gripping onto her hips, I pound inside of her until I feel her walls tightening again. Reaching down, I slip my hand between us and rub circles on her clit until she spills around me again. Finally giving into my orgasm.
Leaning over to her, pulling off our helmets, I kiss her as I reluctantly pull out of her and then help her over the side of the bike. Walking up to the house, attempting to avoid the camera.
Axe has been here for a few days. We have barely left the house. We spent most of the time in my bed. Not just fucking, although there’s been a whole lot of that.
“I don’t want you to go back.” I whine as he looks down at me and kisses me. “Can’t we just stay in our little bubble?” I grab him, pulling him close, and he laughs.
“Babydoll…” he hesitates. I know it’s because he doesn’t want to burst the bubble either. We are just so perfect at this moment. Everything is so perfect.
“Shh…” I stop him as a smile spread on his face. “We could just run away. They don’t want to accept things. We can leave together. Start a new life somewhere else.”
“I wish it was that easy…” he trails off.