At his bike, he turned, cupped her cheeks, and tilted her head back. “I’m an experienced rider. You, my little virgin, are not.”
“I’m not a—”
He didn’t give her the chance to finish her sentence as he took possession of her mouth. One of his hands moved to sink into her hair, and the other moved down to cup her ass. Knife pulled her close to him, and the heat of his cock pressed against her stomach. He was so hard, and he was making her dizzy with need. She closed her eyes, moaning as he tilted her head to the side, deepening the kiss. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, and she opened for him, meeting him halfway.
Her nipples puckered, and her pussy grew slick. She wanted him so badly. She pressed her thighs together to try to create some friction. Nothing was working. The need building inside her was only getting stronger.
Knife pulled away. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“Yes.”
“Are you wet for me, baby?”
“Yes.”
He chuckled. “Come on, I’m not going to fuck you outside of a bar. I want a bed, or failing that, I want a wall.” She moaned, and he straddled his bike. “This one time, I’ll take my time. Climb on, I won’t make you wear a helmet.”
Releasing a squeal, she straddled the back of his machine, holding him tightly. The dress pulled back to her knees, but she didn’t care. Her excitement was complete as he fired up the beast.
They pulled out of the parking lot, and she saw they passed a couple of the Saints and Sinners pulling into the lot. She didn’t look toward them as they were part of her past. Squeezing Knife a little tighter, she leaned her head back, loving the rush of wind whip across her face. Her hair waved behind her as they rode a little faster.
“This is fantastic,” she said, screaming.
Knife worked the roads like the expert he was, and she gave herself over to his power.
I want this.
I can’t wait for tonight.
The one constant that she wanted in the past year had been Knife. Should she feel guilty about that? She didn’t know.
He’d been right though. Most of her life she’d only followed what others wanted. Ralf had wanted to move in with her, so she’d gone along with it. She had dated him because he kept on persisting.
This was not about him anymore. This was about what she wanted, and she wanted to be with Knife. The way he made her feel, it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
He pulled up outside of a pharmacy, and she climbed off, this time without landing on her ass, which she was grateful for.
Knife took her hand and they made their way inside the small building. He went straight to the section for condoms and picked up five boxes.
“Five?”
“Yeah, I’m always prepared.”
Her cheeks were on fire as they made their way up to the counter.
The woman on the counter looked at them and then at the large selection of condoms. If Sarah could, she’d have buried her head in Knife’s back. Instead, she tightened her hand in his.
“Do you want a bag?”
“Yeah, we do.” Knife pulled out his wallet, paying the woman.
“That was so embarrassing,” Sarah said once they were outside.
“We won’t be the first people she’s served tonight. There’ll be a lot of kids coming to buy condoms.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep. I don’t have a problem. More kids need to learn to bag their shit up.” Knife tucked the bag of condoms in a satchel that was attached to the bike. Climbing on behind him, she held tightly.