Song- Slow Down, Chase Atlantic
As I click the front door shut behind me, the sound of a woman’s gentle laughter reaches my ears, causing me to pause. As I stomp through the hall towards Jax’s voice, my heart rate quickens with each step. I had my enrollment day to finish my psychology degree, which has just about fried my brain. All I want to do is cuddle up to Jax and Maeve and relax.
I blow out a heavy breath when I see Jax with Maeve on his shoulders, bouncing her around with Lara and Alexei laughing on the couch.
A smile grows on Jax’s face as he spots me and rushes over, causing Maeve to erupt into a fit of giggles.
“Let’s get Mommy,” he growls.
Playing along, I act scared and start to run, my footsteps echoing in the room. I can’t resist turning to see Maeve’s delighted expression as she pretends to chase me around the couch.
As he gently lowers her onto the floor, she sprints towards me. Without hesitation, I scoop her up and tightly embrace her.
“Hey, you two.” I kiss her head as Jax’s hand slides around my waist and he pulls me close, dropping his lips to mine.
“I didn’t come here to watch porn,” Alexei whines before Lara slaps him on the back of the head, causing him to spit his lollipop out of his mouth.
“It was just a kiss. Maybe if you upped your game, you might get some of those,” Jax shouts back.
“I prefer their lips on my dick. Thank you.” Alexei’s wild laughter erupts.
With Maeve on my hip, I sit on the couch next to Lara.
“You guys want a coffee or something?” I ask, bouncing Maeve up and down on my knee. Jax steps in front of me and lifts her up into his arms.
“You need to go get yourself ready, sweetheart,” he says with a mischievous grin. Running my hands through my hair, I already feel the heat spreading up my chest from the way he’s watching me.
“What for?”
I trail my gaze up his clothes and furrow my brows. He’s in his leather pants, boots, and a tight black tee.
“A date.”
He looks proud of himself. There is no way I could say no to that face.
I look over at Lara and Alexei, who are both grinning at Jax.
“I’m babysitting,” Lara confirms.
Alexei clears his throat. “We, you mean, no?”
She laughs. “No. I have no idea why you followed me here. I’m babysitting you and Maeve.”
He huffs, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, offering one out to Jax.
“I’m good,” Jax says, holding up his hand and shaking his head.
I stand and go up on my tiptoes, lightly brushing my fingers along the smooth leather on his thigh.
“Does this mean I finally get to ride the biker tonight?” I whisper.
As I push away, he chokes on a cough. I can’t help but laugh at Jax’s open mouthed expression while I make my way towards the stairs.
Holding on to Jax as tight as I can, now that we’ve been on the road for a few minutes, I’m way more relaxed. There is just something about seeing him on his bike, and being pressed up against him, that has me all kinds of turned on.
The roads are clear as we speed along. I slide my hand under his jacket and shirt, trailing my fingers along his abs, traveling south towards the hem of his tight riding pants.
Pushing my chest harder against his back, I start massaging his thigh.
“Unless you want us to crash, you gotta stop.” His voice comes through the speaker in my helmet.
He would never put me at risk. He’s just going to have to concentrate for me.
“Just keep your eyes on the road. Don’t tell me this isn’t a fantasy of yours?” I reply, working my way to the zipper and cupping his hard dick.
His groan comes through the headphones, which only spurs me on. He leans back, his hand gripping behind my knee, which gives me access to release him in the tight space and wrap my palm around him.
“This is a really fucking bad idea.” He trails off as I start pumping his cock a couple of times.
“A bad idea? Or a really, really hot one?” I tease.
“Both,” he grunts.
I can hear the frustration in his tone. I know it’s killing him, not being able to get to me. He can’t take his eyes off the road. Right now, he’s at my mercy. And it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.
“You’re being such a good boy.”
A growl escapes him. I can’t even miss it on the speaker and excitement rushes through me, thinking about what he’s going to do to me.
“As soon as we stop, you’re going to pay for this, sweetheart.”
I pump him harder, running my thumb over the tip to wipe up the pre-come.
“That’s exactly what I’m counting on,” I reply, squeezing my thighs tighter around him.
He comes to an abrupt stop at the edge of the lake and kicks out the stand. On shaky legs, I hold on to his shoulders and get off the bike. I don’t even have a second to take in the sunset as his arm shoots out, and he tugs me back by the elbow.
A gasp escapes my lips as his palm glides down the bare skin of my stomach, effortlessly unbuttoning my jeans and slipping beneath my panties.
He tugs me towards him by the pussy and flips up his visor and then mine. His dark eyes are filled with one thing: pure passion.
“You thought I’d let you get away that easy?” he says in a low tone.
I swallow, looking around. My eyes are drawn to the rug on the ground, where a bottle of wine and two glasses are arranged amidst scattered yellow flowers. The candles dance in the breeze. He did all this for me.
“Here? What if someone sees us? Anyone could turn up!” I protest.
My heart races with a mix of fear and excitement. I shuffle my legs apart and his finger slides along me and as he pushes it inside, a moan escapes me.
“That’s what makes this so hot, baby. The fact you’re already soaking and fucking my hand tells me you want it, too.”
I look down and realize that my hips are already grinding against his grip, like a complete slut for him. With a slight shift, he adjusts himself and lifts me onto the bike, so I’m sitting on it, facing him. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his strong muscles beneath my touch.
As he helps me out of my helmet, I hold my breath.
With a firm grip on my chin, he forcefully pulls my face towards his.
I scoot my butt so I’m closer to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He thrusts his fingers deeper inside me and curls them to hit the spot that has me panting.
His dick presses against my core, and a grin twitches up on my lips. There’s no one here. Just us.
“Never have I ever had sex with a biker on his bike before,” I say with a grin.
“And I’ll be the only one.”
I nod slowly, feeling a slight tingle on my bottom lip as I bite down.
“I’ve heard there’s three ways to ride a biker?” I slide my hands under his leather jacket and down the front of his body, cupping his hard cock. His groans being muffled by the black helmet only spurs me on more.
My breath catches in my throat as his hand suddenly tightens around my neck, the sound of rushing blood drowning out all other noise.
“There’s five ways to ride a biker, sweetheart. I’m going to show you all of them.”
I blink a few times, I’m so caught up in him, my brain doesn’t give a crap about numbers.
“Five?” I question. “So, fingers, face, cock, bike, and what?”
I’m completely blank on the missing one.
“Thigh, baby. On my lap. You’re going to rub that perfect cunt all over my leathers until you get yourself off. And do you know what the best part is?”
“What’s that?”
“There’s no one around yet, so you can scream my name as loud as you like.” His eyes squint as he smiles beneath his mask.
I’m completely turned on. I can’t say I’ve ever got off on someone’s leg before. But with Jax, I’m pretty sure he could get me off without even so much as touching me.
“Let me get those jeans off.”
I do as he says, lying back on the bike. As he pushes up my top, a burning heat spreads as he runs a finger along my stomach and swiftly undoes my pants, peeling them down my legs with my panties. Leaving me completely exposed to him.
A deep growl rumbles from under the helmet. “So fucking beautiful, Sofia. And all mine to enjoy.”
He leans over me, lifting me under the arms so I’m back on his lap. I shift into position to straddle his thigh. As my pussy connects with the smooth, cool leathers, I let out a little moan.
Holding myself upright around his neck, I roll my hips, and his fingers dig into my ass.
“Look at you, making a mess all over my thigh.”
He gently lifts my chin and then removes my leather jacket, allowing the gentle breeze to caress my sensitive skin. As his fingers lightly trail down my arms and he looks into my eyes, any shred of embarrassment I could have had disappears.
Not when he’s looking at me like I’m the hottest woman he’s ever laid eyes on.
“That’s it, baby. Such a good fucking girl for me, come all over my leathers,” he praises and slaps my ass. I tip my head back and he places his hand around my throat, but doesn’t tighten his hold.
That alone puts me on the edge of exploding.
“J-Jax, I need more.” I sound like I’m begging, but I am. I need more of him. I need him to consume me completely.
“Damn, Sofia. You’re like a fucking dream.”
With a hand on my hip, he maneuvers me so I’m wrapped around him again.
“Hold on to the handles, on your stomach, legs on mine,” he commands.
I do as he says as best I can, tightening every muscle to stay in position with my ass in the air and my stomach resting on the seat.
I search behind me. It’s even hotter seeing him still in his helmet as he has his way with me. His palms travel up my thighs. The anticipation is nearly killing me. I’m aching for him.
“Please, Jax, baby.”
