I bit harder, and pinched her nipple over her dress. “Try me.”
She moaned a swear and a threat, her hand reaching to remove mine now cupping her tit, but I started the bike for her, using my feet, my weight crushing her, rendering her immobile.
“What the fuck?!” she yelled as the engine revved, and the bike jerked in motion.
“If you don’t take over now, we’ll crash.” I removed my hand off the bar.
As the bike swayed, threatening to veer off the road, she gripped the bar with both her hands, getting it under control before we licked the asphalt. “You’re crazy!”
I pushed harder into the flesh of her ass, a hard-on aching inside my pants. “Crazy for you, sweetheart.”
Her heart raced against my hand, and her tits rose and fell fast. “This is… ridiculous. What about the dress I’m wearing? At least, behind you, no one could see my underwear. Now, I’m on fucking display.”
“You think I haven’t thought about this? I’ll be damned before I put you on display for any fucker to see your beauty. You’re mine, baby.” This road was the shortcut I took back to Rosewood. At this time of the night, no one was usually on that road for miles. “We have the road to ourselves, but just to be sure…” I slid my other hand down her body and reached between her thighs.
“Nononono, No. You can’t—”
I stifled her words for the millionth time tonight when I pushed down the edge of her panties and cupped her pussy bare. She trembled with a gasp that sent my dick digging a hole in my pants. I parted her lips and circled her clit before I entered my middle finger in her sweet wetness.
Her hair swung behind her back and tickled my face as she tilted her head back. “Oh my God. OH MY GOD!”
I let another finger in and thrust in and out while my thumb moved on her now swollen clit, enjoying how wet she became by the second. “Eyes on the road, sweetheart. If you close them, we die.”
“Sh-shit.”
I upped the pace, squeezing her tit at the same time. “I trust you.”
“You can’t do this.”
“I can, and I’m doing it. My life is in your hands, baby. I trust you with it.” I hoped with that she could regain her trust in me, too. I hoped she’d understand I loved her more than anything, I’d never hurt her, and I was ready to do anything for her. “Even if we crashed, I’d die a happy man, knowing I was touching you, giving you the pleasure you deserve.”
“I-I… Oh God.”
“No, baby. Dusty. There’s no god here. Only me and you.” I fucked her with my fingers, and she rode them, chasing the orgasm I was about to give her. “And if anyone is worth worshiping, it’s you, my goddess. I’m yours.”
Her heart rocketed, and her chest heaved. She rubbed against me fast, her gorgeous lips wide gasping for air. I knew she was so close, dripping all over my palm.
“Dusty,” she gasped, “I’m…ahh…”
“I know, baby. I know.” I pulled out my fingers just before she came. “But not just yet.”
“What the fuck?!” Her hair whipped as she glared at me. “You fucking shitting me?”
I smirked. “Do you need me?”
“Fuck you.”
“Say it, Cammie. Tell me you need me.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“An asshole that can’t fucking live without you. Tell me you’re mine, Cammie. Say it.”
She pulled over and jerked out of my grasp. Then she swung her leg to get off the bike. I dismounted it before her and held her still. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
“We broke up, Dusty. I shouldn’t have come with you. This is a mistake.”
Fury surged in me. “A mistake?”