Wilde Ride (22 page)
“Gonna go find that asshole.”
“No, don’t leave me by myself. I need to get out of here, now.”
Sensing my panic, he says, “Move over, I’m driving.”
“What?”
“You’re shakin’, babe. You can’t drive like that.”
“W-What about your Harley?”
“I’ll get one of the guys to get it.”
I nod and move over. While Diesel drives me back to the house, I text Ryder with my shaky hands and inform him about everything that happened. He instantly texts me back, saying he’ll be at the house when we get there.
When I enter the house, Ryder rips the bags out of my arms and hauls me into his embrace, the new sexy underwear purchase completely forgotten. Resting my face on his chest, I finally let myself break down. Sobbing into his chest, Ryder collapses on the floor with me and just holds me while I cry.
When I finally cry myself out, Ryder asks, “Where was Diesel, when this shit was goin’ down?”
“It wasn’t his fault. I convinced him that I’d be alright. I figured I was at a busy mall, what could happen there. I’m so freaking stupid,” I say, cowering. I really didn’t want to get Diesel in trouble. It wasn’t his fault.
“You’re not stupid, babe. Just promise me you will not go anywhere else by yourself. I would lose my fuckin’ mind if anything ever happened to you.”
“I promise, handsome,” I assure him.
“How you feelin’?” he asks.
“Better now,” I answer, snuggling into his body.
“Feel up to goin’ for a ride on the Harley?” he asks, raising his eyebrows.
“Ah, yeah, I do,” I say, wiping stray tears from my cheeks. Ryder grasps my hands, hauling them away from my face. Replacing them with his thumbs, he continues to wipe away the remaining tears.
“Thought you’d say that,” he says, placing a soft kiss to my cheek. “And maybe, if you’re still feelin’ better after the ride, you can show me some of Victoria’s Secrets,” he suggest.
“Maybe, if you’re lucky.”
“Ella, you’re mine. I’m already the luckiest fuckin’ bastard alive.”
Ryder stands up and grips both of my hands in his, helping me stand up along with him. We both get geared up and head outside where his motorcycle is parked. He straddles the seat as I watch, standing next to the bike. He holds out his hand for me to take it, which of course I do, and I climb on behind him. I slide forward on the seat, so that I am as close to Ryder as I possibly can get, wrapping my arms around his waist as his hand grabs hold of my thigh and squeezes. He leans to the side and looks back at me.
“Did I ever tell you how sexy you look on my bike?” I shake my head.
“Sexiest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen. Kinda puts some wicked ideas into my head.”
He turns back around and brings the Harley’s engine to life. The soothing sounds and vibrations of the motorcycle instantly relax me. I lean further into Ryder’s body and lay my head on his shoulder blades. He pulls out of our driveway and heads for the open road, destination unknown.
Wanna Go For A Ride?
It’s been three days since the whole Brent and Victoria’s Secret incident. Life is going on as usual, as I’m trying to not let him rule my life with fear. Ryder and I spend every possible minute we can together and I love every single second of it.
We both worked today. And came home and ate dinner. I decided that since I haven’t been going on my morning runs lately, I would take advantage of the gym. I put in my iPod and blast my music, while I run for an hour on the treadmill. When the hour is up, I decide to grab a quick shower to clean all the sweat off of me. I mean how attractive is that, right?
I’ve just gotten out of a hot shower and towel dried my hair. Grabbing the new silk robe, I put it on and enter the bedroom. I half expected to see Ryder, but the room’s empty.
I walk down the hallway to see if he’s working out in the gym. Before, I open the door I have to shake the mental image of him shirtless and sweaty, while working out. I wouldn’t want him to think I’m some shameless hussy and attack him while he’s in the middle of lifting weights or something. Calming myself down, I open the door and enter. It too is empty.
Where could Ryder be?
As I exit the hallway and enter the empty living room, I figure the only other place he could be is the kitchen. Once again, that room is also empty. That’s when I hear it, a banging noise coming from the door off of the kitchen. I quietly open the door and immediately see the man I’ve been searching for. Ryder is in the attached garage. He doesn’t hear me enter because music is playing from his iPod docking station.
He’s kneeling on the floor, next to his Harley, wearing faded ripped jeans and a white wife beater. Covered in grease stains, he appears to be adjusting something on his bike. When he reaches up under the gas tank, his shirt pulls taut across his chest and I have to fight back a groan. Good God, the man is seriously fine looking! I’m instantly turned on by the sight of him.
As if sensing me in the room, Ryder looks up, staring me straight in the eyes. He has a raw animalistic look in his eyes as he looks me up and down. “Nice robe,” he says, standing up and stalks towards me, like a predator after its prey. My stomach flutters and my pussy throbs at the anticipation of what will happen next.
He reaches me in a few long strides and lifts me up against his body with his hands gripping my ass. My forehead is pressed against his and his tongue parts my mouth as he begins a fiery kiss. I’m so wrapped up in Ryder at this moment that it doesn’t even register to me that he is moving, until he breaks our kiss. I notice that we are standing next to his Harley.
“Strip me,” he orders.
I grab the edge of his shirt and quickly peel it off of his rock hard body. I bend over and using the flat of my tongue, lick around his belly button and head up towards his chest.
He kicks off his motorcycle boots as I continue to unbuckle his belt and haul down his jeans, while my tongue continues the assault on his nipples. Once again, Ryder’s not wearing any underwear and my hands instantly seek contact with his hard, hot skin. I smile huge.
Ryder kisses the smile right off of my face and I feel him tug on the belt of my robe. As the silky material slips off of my body and falls to the floor, I feel the coolness of the air hit the scorching hot skin on my body, sending shivers down my spine.
Ryder’s lips soon leave mine and he sits on his bike, straddling the seat. His hand grips his cock and starts stroking, slowly. Oh God! I think my jaw literally drops to the floor. What I wouldn’t do for a camera right now because this would so be my screen saver on my laptop. Can you say smoking hot?
I’m so aroused I can’t take it anymore, I need to touch him. My hands quickly push his out of the way and I grip his shaft continuing the steady strokes as he leans back on his elbows, head back eyes closed.
My mouth waters as the need to taste him consumes me. I lean over him and flick my tongue over the head of his cock and then slowly take him into my mouth. A low groan releases from the back of Ryder’s throat and he bolts back up in a sitting position, his hands gripping my sides, fingers digging into my skin.
“I. Want. Inside. You. Now,” he growls.
Oh my God! I instantly feel a gush of wetness gather between my thighs as he says this to me. Who needs foreplay when he can get me this wet and ready for him, just by saying those five little words.
Ryder’s arms wrap around my waist and he lifts me up so that I’m straddling him on his bike. I can feel his erection brush against my stomach. Oh, wow, this is different, but I love it.
“Wanna go for a ride? he asks, kissing and nibbling the skin on my neck.
“We already went for a ride last night, handsome,” I say coyly.
“This is gonna be a different kinda ride.”
“How so?” I murmur into his ear.
“You’ll see,” he growls.
Ryder grips me by my waist, raising my body up while I look in his eyes. He then slowly lowers me down onto his throbbing shaft, inch by glorious inch. I’m so stimulated that I instantly climax when I’m fully seated on him. My body collapses against his chest and I nuzzle my face into his neck, trying to catch my breath. My throat releases small whimpers as I ride out my orgasm.
“Fuck baby, I love how responsive your body is to me.”
“Me too,” I pant, continuing to nuzzle his neck. Ryder laughs at me.
“Let’s see what we can do to get another one or two out of you.”
“Okay,” I say eagerly.
“Put your feet on the foot pegs for leverage. Want you ridin’ me,” he says, as his hands stroke up my belly, grabbing my breasts. He pinches my nipples and orders, “Now.”
I place my feet on each of the foot pegs and start to fuck myself on Ryder’s cock. I wrap my arms around his neck to keep our bodies close together. The friction of my nipples rubbing against his chest feels so good, I could almost come from that sensation alone, but I hold back.
One of his hands reaches up and grabs me by the back of the neck, while the other one goes down my back, stopping at my tailbone. He uses that hand to press my pelvis to him harder and that’s when I lose control. I can’t move fast enough, as I feel my orgasm start to build again. It strikes hard and fast. My pussy clenches around Ryder’s shaft and I come for the second time.
“Ohmygod!” I scream, still feeling the pulsing from my most recent climax.
Ryder’s response is immediate.
“Lie back against the gas tank,” he growls, pushing me down with one hand.
“This is where it’s gonna get really wild, babe,” he adds.
At that moment, the song currently playing ends and another one starts playing. It’s “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails’ and God help me, I think I’m even more aroused when I hear the lyrics to the song. It’s not typically the type of music I would listen to, but considering the current situation, it’s highly erotic.
The feeling of the cool metal of the gas tank against my skin makes goose bumps rise and my nipples pucker. His naked body hovers over mine as he reaches for the handgrips. His feet anchor on the foot pegs as my legs wrap around his waist, locking my feet together behind his back. Using both the handgrips and foot pegs for leverage, Ryder then loses control and pounds himself into my body in an unmerciful tempo. As I feel his hard shaft move inside of me, increasing intensity, I realize neither of us is going to last very long at this rate.
As he moves above me, I drag my finger nails down his chiselled abdomen. This must set Ryder off because I feel him shudder and yell, “Fuck!” I can feel his cock twitch and release his hot seed inside of me, which triggers my third climax. As I explode around Ryder, he swallows my cries of ecstasy with his mouth. My muscles continue to spasm around his cock, as he slows his thrusts.
“Love how you feel when you come while I’m inside you,” he pants. I have to agree with him because I definitely love how I feel when I come while he’s inside me too.
Ryder eventually stops his movement and rests his upper body on mine. Placing his head to my forehead, I can feel his breath against my mouth.
“Wow,” he says.
“Yeah, wow,” I pant, reeling from my three—yes three—-orgasms.
“Gotta say, that’s gonna be my favorite song now,” he says, smiling.
“Mine too,” I add.
“Baby, that was fuckin’ hot. I come undone when I’m with you. It’s like nothing else exists, just me and you.”
“I feel the same way, gorgeous,” I return, as he slowly lifts me up off of the gas tank so that I’m straddling him again, with him still inside me. He wraps his big arms around me and embraces me so hard I almost lose my breath.
His lips brush against mine and he whispers against them, “Love you, baby.”
“Love you too, Ryder,” I whisper back.
“Let’s get a shower and get cleaned up, beautiful.”
“But I just got out of the shower.”
“Yeah, but I wasn’t there with you. Where’s the fun in that?”
He slowly lifts me up off of him and I immediately feel the loss of our connection. Getting off the motorcycle, he picks my robe up off of the floor and then grabs me. Lifting me up and hoisting me over his shoulder, he carries me down the hall to the bathroom. The whole time I playfully swat at his ass and laugh.
Once in the bathroom, he shows me just how dirty a shower can be. Yeah, Ryder was right. Where is the fun in showering alone?
The Attack
“Hey handsome, I`m leaving the school now, do you want me to go there or meet you at the house?” I ask.
“Ummm, I think you should meet me at home and surprise me with something sexy when I get there!” he replies excitedly.
“I like it! I will see you soon! Love you.”
He tells me he loves me too and disconnects. As I wonder what kind of fun Ryder and I will be up to tonight that could compete with the freaking hot motorcycle sex we had last night, I hear and feel something against the back of my neck like someone is breathing on me. I flip around and come face to face with the last person I’d ever expect to see.