She watches me intently, but doesn’t say a word as I grab the bottom of the T-shirt and slowly lift it over her head and toss it behind me. She’s standing there in just her thong and bra. Her br**sts are plump and firm, squeezed into a tiny black bra to match her panties; her cle**age playing peek-a-boo. My c**k instantly strains to break free from the material as I imagine dropping to my knees in front of her and devouring her f**king pu**y; the perfect breakfast.
Running my hand up her tight little stomach, I press her up against the wall with my hand above her head. “Touch yourself for me.”
She’s hesitant at first, but nervously licks her lips as she slides her hand down the front of her panties, her eyes never leaving mine.
“That’s it. I bet it feels so f**king good.” I press into her with my body as I squeeze her hip. She takes her eyes away from mine, so I grab her chin and pull her face to meet mine. “Don’t turn away. Look at me while you touch yourself.” I lick my lips in satisfaction as she does what I say. “Does your pu**y feel good, baby?”
She nods her head and places her bottom lip between her teeth as she starts moving her hand up and down.
“I bet. Now imagine it were my fingers f**king your tight little pu**y and rubbing your swollen clit. So thick and firm, filling you up as I pleasure you.” Her hand quickens as she closes her eyes and moans. “That’s it. You like the thought of me pleasuring you, don’t you? Fuck yourself harder. I want to f**king hear your pu**y wet for me.”
Her breathing picks up and she begins shaking as if she’s about to have an orgasm. She stops abruptly and opens her eyes, staring into mine. “What the hell am I doing?” Pulling her hand out of her panties, she places her hands against the wall behind her and looks down at my hard c**k with longing. I can see the want in her eyes, but she’s fighting it for some reason. “I’m not doing this. This is f**ked up.”
Grabbing her hand, I lift it and slowly suck her wet fingers into my mouth, tasting her. I suck her fingers clean while looking her directly in the eyes. Oh f**k. My c**k just got harder. “Damn, baby. You taste so good. I can f**king taste your frustration and need. Why not let me ease that frustration; show you what it’s like to have me taste you, suck you, and f**k you.”
I smile against her fingers before placing my hand in the back of her hair and pulling her mouth towards mine. Just as I’m about to kiss her, she turns her head away and sidesteps around me. “Don’t call me baby and I shouldn’t have done that. Now get out so I can take a shower.”
She looks away embarrassed as I lick my lips one last time, tasting her on my mouth. Without saying a word, I turn around and walk out of the bathroom.
I could tell by the nervous look on her face that even she can’t believe she just did that in front of me. I could also tell by the look in her eyes that she wanted me to stay. She wants me and I’m going to show her it’s okay to have me.
* * *
Two hours later and here I am, leaning against my motorcycle, watching with satisfaction as Aspen exits the house with a look of frustration. She looks so tense and . . . unpleased. Sickly enough, this pleases me.
Judging from her hour long shower, I would say she definitely couldn’t please herself without my help. That only gives me more reason to want to please her. To show her how I can make her feel.
Crossing my legs in front of me I smile as she approaches and gives me a look so dirty, I might just need another shower. I don’t think she understands what that look does to me. It’s so f**king sexy. “Did you have a good shower?” Tossing my helmet up, I catch it and hold it out for her to grab. “I would’ve finished you off; gave you the best orgasm of your life.”
“Shut up,” she growls. Rolling her eyes she exhales while looking at the helmet in my hand. “Seriously? You want me to get on that? Why not take the truck?”
Since she refuses to take the helmet, I slide it on her head and rev the engine. “Just get on. I don’t have all day.”
She shakes her head once before throwing her leg over the motorcycle and hopping on behind me. “You think this shit is funny, don’t you? What you did back there.”
I look over my shoulder at her sullen face and smirk. “What?”
“You know what I’m talking about. Don’t play stupid, Slade,” she growls. “You did that on purpose.”
“What did I do? I want to f**king hear it.”
She gives me a dirty look and runs her tongue over her teeth in frustration. “Nothing. Nothing at all, okay.”
“All right. Then, I apologize for doing nothing at all. Happy?”
She lets out an exasperated huff before grabbing my shoulder with her left hand and placing her other hand behind her, keeping her distance. “Let’s just go. Kayla is waiting on me.”
“Grab my waist,” I say firmly. When she doesn’t make a move to grab me, I reach for both of her arms and wrap them around my waist. She stiffens as if she doesn’t know what to do. “Keep your arms around me. Got it.”
If she’s not worried about her safety then she can f**king walk. It’s as simple as that.
“Fine. Let’s just get this over with.” Locking her fingers around my waist, she tilts her head to the left. “Go down to the light and make a left. Then go ten blocks and make a right. All right. Be careful too. I want to actually make it there before she has to go to work.”
Swallowing back my remark, I take off causing her to squeeze her arms around me for safety. I smile to myself, feeling the awkwardness in her touch. She definitely needs to loosen the f**k up and give into her needs.
After a few minutes of riding in silence her arms finally start to relax and I can feel them inching higher, getting closer to my chest.
Every time I make a turn or pass someone, I can hear a little gasp from her as my muscles tighten from below her hands. She’s trying hard to hide it, but I can tell she wants to explore. It gives me a f**king rush.
About five minutes later, we pull up to a little white house to see her friend outside waiting on her. The red car from the other night is sitting in the driveway and it makes me wonder why she didn’t just ask her friend to pick her up if she hates me so much.
As soon as I stop the bike, she jumps off and takes my helmet off as fast as her fingers will allow her. She tosses it in my lap and scowls. “Thanks for the ride, jerk.”