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  I was thrilled at the prospect of snuggling in close behind this unbelievably masculine man on a thundering machine. “Not yet.” I smiled, I couldn’t contain my excitement. I reached out and took the jacket from his strong hand. It slid on easily over my fitted, white halter top. I popped my hip out, and rested my hand on it. “Do I look the part now?”

  His expression clearly portrayed his approval. “Babe, you look like you were born to ride.”

  Cory led me out to his motorcycle, and I pulled the spare helmet on. As his fingers deftly adjusted the chin strap for me, he lifted my face and gazed intently down into my eyes. I was sure he’d kiss me, and I prepared myself for it. Instead, he broke our connection and turned to get the helmet from his handlebars. I tried to stifle my disappointment.

  His long, muscular leg swung over the bike, and he motioned for me to follow suit. The front of my body pressed securely against his backside, and he reached back for my hands, pulling them around his front. My fingers ran over the muscular ridges of his stomach that were hidden beneath his shirt, and I held on tight.

  Chapter 16

  Cory

  Having Sam’s sexy body pressed up snugly against me on the ride was driving me nuts. My cock had been hard since we’d left her place. I downshifted and slowed as I pulled my bike into the parking lot. I’d chosen a steak house for dinner. The bike rolled to a stop and Sam climbed off the back. My body instantly protested her absence.

  “That was so fun!” she exclaimed. “Although, my body feels kind of numb from the vibration.” She shook her arms out in an attempt to wake them up. I couldn’t help but smile at how adorable she looked.

  I reached out for her hand. “I’m glad you enjoyed your first experience.” I led her toward the front entrance.

  ***

  At dinner we’d really hit it off, so I’d decided to take Sam to one of my favorite spots. The wind rushed passed our bodies, and the air got cooler as we climbed the mountain road. My motorcycle roared beneath us, and Sam held onto me tightly. She ducked her head behind my shoulders to block some of the breeze. Only another few miles remained.

  The tires rounded the last bend and we came up on the dirt turnout that overlooked the city beneath for miles. I’d always liked going up there. The view down below was incredible and you could also lie back and watch the millions of stars in the sky above. Plus, it was always peaceful up there. I pulled to a stop near the edge of the overlook.

  Sam’s thin arms squeezed me tightly as she rested her cheek on my shoulder and looked out at the scene. “The view is amazing,” she said. I put the kickstand down and climbed off the seat. I stuck my hand out for her. Her tiny hand was nearly lost in my grip as I led her over to get an even better view. I dropped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her in close.

  “You sure seem to know all the good lookout spots.” She lifted a thin brow at me. “Although, I suppose you’ve got to have options for all the girls you entertain.” Her shoulder playfully bumped into me.

  I kept my eyes straight ahead. “Actually, I’ve never brought anyone here before.”

  “Yeah, sure.” She laughed. “Is that the line you always use?” I was surprised to find that I actually felt the sting of her judgment.

  I turned to face her and our eyes locked. “Seriously, Sam. This is kind of my own personal oasis up here. I’ve never shared it with anyone.” Her expression softened and became more serious.

  “Why me?” she asked quietly.

  “Honestly, I’m not sure. It just felt right.” I leaned down and pressed my mouth down over her full, pink lips. Immediately, they parted and granted me deeper access. As our tongues tangled, my pulse shifted into high gear. I wrapped both my arms around her and pulled her as close to my body as possible. My hands slowly traveled down over her perfect ass, and as they slid to the bottom of her cheeks I lifted her up against my body even harder. As our heated bodies rubbed together, Sam let out a small moan of pleasure against my lips. The sound made my cock even harder. Her delicate hands reached around my head and her slim fingers tangled in my hair. Our lips broke apart as I stepped back slightly. My chest was heaving with desire. Our foreheads touched and I tried to catch my breath. “Baby, you taste so fucking good. I have to taste all of you.”

  My words elicited a soft cry from Sam’s lips. She slid the jacket from her shoulders and I reached out and untied the top of her halter. The white fabric fell down exposing her smooth, creamy breasts. I instinctively ran my palms over them before leaning in with my mouth. I pinched one nipple into a hard bud with my fingers as my tongue rolled the other into the same point. Sam pressed her tit farther into my mouth as her head fell back with pleasure. The fantastic cleavage between the two mounds begged to be caressed, and I ran my tongue up along the soft, hidden skin. My trail of kisses continued up to Sam’s neck, where I stopped and sucked on her skin for a moment before traveling to her earlobe. I gave the cartilage a slight tug.

  “Christ, babe, it just keeps getting better.” I reached my hand down between her firm thighs and brushed the back of it over her pussy. She let out a small cry. “The jeans have to go,” I ordered.

  “But . . . wait . . .” she began between heavy breaths, “what if someone sees? We’re right out in the open.” She bit her bottom lip with concern.

  I unbuttoned her pants and pulled the zipper down. I slid my hand down the open front, and felt the moisture pooling through her lacy panties. “Well, then they’re going to get one hell of a show.”

  As my fingers slipped beneath the fabric, Sam reached out and grasped my forearm to steady herself. I traced gentle circles over her clit before pushing two of my fingers into the wet folds of her pussy. Her hips bucked against my hand, and she let out a sigh of disappointment when I removed it. With a firm grasp on her wrist I pulled her back toward my motorcycle. I bent down and pulled her shoes from her feet, then I reached up and yanked her jeans and panties down. I saw her shiver as the cool, mountain air hit her body.

  She stepped out of the clothing and stood obediently awaiting my next command. My hands wrapped around her tiny, tight waist, and I lifted her onto the seat backwards. I placed her palms on the handlebars behind her. “Don’t move your hands. Feet on the pegs,” I told her. I grasped her hips and slid them farther out, away from her hands. Her beautiful pussy was completely exposed, and its moisture glistened in the moonlight.

  “Now, hold on tight, baby,” I warned before I knelt down next to the bike and pulled the folds of her pussy wide open. I dragged my tongue lightly over her slit and circled the tip around her clit.

  Sam’s hips twitched beneath my face. “Oh my god,” she cried. I lightly stroked the sensitive area again before my tongue dove inside her. Sam’s pelvis rose and fell against my mouth, demanding more. As my tongue reached greater depths, I added my fingers back in. Two fingers thrust in and out of her as my mouth continued its assault. Without stopping, I glanced up and saw Sam’s face wracked with pleasure.

  “Yes, Cory!” she screamed out. Sam’s head fell back and her long hair cascaded over the handlebars as her body contracted sharply and then pulsed out the rest of her orgasm. My motorcycle had never looked so fucking good. I greedily lapped up all of the moisture as she came. Once her body calmed, I lifted myself away from her gorgeous pussy and wiped my face with the back of my hand.

  “Told you I could show you some stuff,” I said cockily as I stood.

  Chapter 17

  Sam

  The alarm on my phone buzzed, and I woke from the most luxurious sleep. After the incredible night I’d had with Cory, my body had been exhausted. No one had ever made me come like that before, and I think my body had thanked me for the much need experience with an uninterrupted night of rest.

  As I climbed out of bed, I felt relaxed and rejuvenated. I started the coffee pot and hopped into the shower.

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p; I pulled a lacy pair of booty shorts from my dresser and noticed the flashing light on my phone that signaled a new message. I stepped into the panties then reached over and unlocked the screen. There were three unread text messages.

  < I’m dying here! I need to hear all about your date!! >

  < C’mon spill the deets! >

  < I just realized that maybe the date isn’t over yet . . . In that case, ignore my messages until it is! >

  I laughed at Jessie’s crazy messages before typing back to her.

  < Sorry I was sleeping . . . you know like normal people do at 3:07AM. But I definitely have some juicy details for you! Meet for lunch? >

  I knew my best friend wouldn’t be awake for another few hours so I set my phone on the nightstand and finished getting ready.

  ***

  Main Avenue was always bustling in the morning, especially on weekdays. I waved to Greg, the guy who owned the coffee shop next door, as I unlocked the front entrance to Beely’s.

  He waved back as he stood on the front walkway admiring the crystal clear, blue sky. “Beautiful morning, isn’t it?”

  “It sure is, Greg,” I replied. “It sure is,” I repeated to myself as I stepped inside and flipped on the lights.

  A few hours into my shift, I went into the back and checked my cell. I had a blinking message from Jessie.

  < Oooh juicy! I love juicy! I’ll swing by the store around noon. >

  I finished recording all the new inventory right as Jessie walked through the front door. Okay, maybe walk wasn’t the right word. Jessie strutted in and made a beeline for me.

  “You’re killing me, Sam! I need to hear all about your juicy date with Mr. Steele himself,” she pleaded.

  I treated Jessie to lunch, and filled her in on everything that’d happened. As I recounted my sexy story she sat silently and took in all the wide-eyed details. When I finished, I reached for my tea and took a long sip.

  She shook her head in disbelief. “You scandalous, bitch, you. So what’s next? Are you going to see him again? Scratch that—of course you are. When?”

  I hadn’t actually talked to Cory since the night before. “Not sure. We haven’t planned anything.”

  She looked a bit concerned for a moment, then shook it off. She smiled brightly. “Well I’m sure it will be soon.”

  Chapter 18

  Cory

  The rusty, old water truck crawled around the track at a snail’s pace as we geared up. Thursdays were motocross days. We all spent most of the week conditioning and training for upcoming contests. Josh had a whole compound set up at his place. There was a foam pit and tons of practice jumps and kickers. He had a full-blown gym as well, so most of us spent the majority of our week there. But one day a week, Thursday, we all loaded up our bikes and headed to the local track.

  “Hope you brought a lot of tear-offs today, Steele. You’re gonna need ’em!” Chad shouted as he rolled up to the back of my truck on his bike. Shit talking was a big part of motocross day, not that we didn’t do it the rest of the week as well.

  I pulled my helmet on and secured the chin strap. “Nah, bro. You know what . . . I was thinking I might not even wear my goggles. I’ll be so far in front of you assholes, there’ll be no roost to worry about. You on the other hand . . .”

  Chad lifted his middle finger to me. He revved his motor before shifting into gear and heading to the start gate. I swung my leg over the red seat of my crf250 and followed.

  Three laps into our race, I took the inside on a tight turn and pulled past the Commander. My rear tire flung chunks of mud up into his face. I laughed as I twisted the throttle and headed for the massive double. I loved that fucking feeling. That feeling as my bike and I flew through the air, nothing holding us back. Total Freedom.

  I raced around the track a few more times then pulled over to wait for the guys. I hung my helmet over my handlebars. Chad’s gear was coated with a layer of mud as he rode up, and the other guys didn’t look much better.

  I lifted my chin in Chad’s direction. “Guess you needed more than tear-offs this time, fucker.” I laughed. Josh joined in and we bumped fists.

  When I got back to my truck, I saw the back of someone’s head through the rear window. I climbed off my bike and lifted it to its stand. I pulled off my gloves as I strode toward the passenger side door. “What the fuck—” I said as I reached out and ripped the door open.

  Megan turned to face me wearing her best innocent look. “Hey, Cory, I’ve been waiting for you,” she said coyly.

  I glared at her. “What the hell are you doing?”

  Her plump bottom lip jutted out at my harsh tone. “I thought you and I could have some fun tonight.” She winked and then bit at her bottom lip seductively as she glanced down. I followed her gaze and realized she was only wearing a silk thong beneath her wife beater tank. Man, I would normally have been thrilled at that surprise waiting and willing in my truck. But after the amazing night I’d had with Sam, her pussy was the only one on my mind.

  I opened the door wider and gestured for her to climb down. “Get out, Megan.”

  She looked at me with disbelief. “Are you serious?”

  “Does it look like I’m joking?” I asked.

  Megan grabbed her white shorts from the driver’s seat and slid them on. She avoided making any eye contact with me as she made herself decent. Her small shoulder slammed into me as she jumped out, foregoing the sidestep altogether. “What the fuck is wrong with you lately? Are you not into chicks anymore or what?” She threw me one last nasty look as she stepped away. When she reached the end of my truck she paused and looked back. “You’ll regret this later, Steele. Lucky for you, I had some fun with your phone.” She stomped off.

  I had no idea what she was talking about, and I didn’t care. I walked over to Josh’s truck and talked with the guys for a bit before parting ways.

  When I walked back over to my truck, the first thing I did was check inside the cab. No half-naked girls this time. Fuck. Remind me why was I relieved about that? I was losing my shit. I changed back into my street clothes and loaded my bike. I tossed my gear bag into the bed hopped in the driver’s seat. I pulled my phone out and sent Sam a text.

  < Ready for your next lesson? >

  Chapter 19

  Sam

  Earlier, when I’d received Cory’s text about my next lesson, my entire body had instantly heated up. Just thinking about what we’d done the night before, thinking about the tender and insanely sensual way he’d touched me had my body tingling. I couldn’t imagine what was next. We’d agreed to spend time together the next day.

  As I lay in bed reliving the feel of Cory’s fingers, the feel of his mouth, I felt moisture pooling between my legs. Just thinking about him had my juices flowing. I slid my hand down under my cotton shorts and lightly rubbed my fingers over my clit. I thought about how massive his erection had felt pressing up against me, and I imagined how glorious it must look. I slipped my fingers beneath the thin fabric of my panties and ran my fingertips through the hot moisture. I imagined tasting his cock, and feeling him come. Just as I fully began to lose myself in the feeling of my own touch, there was a loud knock at the front door. I quickly pulled my hand away in embarrassment and glanced at the clock. Who the hell would be knocking at ten o’clock at night? I wondered. I remained still and figured whoever it was would probably go away. Most likely, it was someone who’d knocked on the wrong door. Silence flooded the room and I began to relax. Then there were three more loud knocks.

  I quietly stepped out of bed and snuck out into the living room. Without turning any lights on, I lifted the edge of the curtain the slightest bit and peeked outside. I sucked in a sharp breath as I saw the massive man standing outside my door. I felt my heart rate shoot up off the charts as I straightened and stood. I walked to the do
or and unlocked the deadbolt. As it swung open, I stared, stunned, at Cory. His striking green eyes were dark with desire. “I thought—”

  He cut my sentence off. “Couldn’t wait,” he stated matter-of-factly. Cory stepped forcefully inside and grabbed me into his arms. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and he reached back with his foot to slam the door shut.

  As Cory stepped farther inside, I wrapped myself around him tighter.

  “There was no way”—Cory ravaged my lips again then pulled his mouth away for a brief second—“that I could wait another day before touching you, before making love to that”—He reached down between us and stroked my pussy through my thin, cotton shorts—“beautiful pussy.” I moaned against his mouth as it slammed back over mine. His simple, light touch paired with those erotic words had made me hotter than ever.

  Cory walked us over to the couch and set me down on the cushions. He leaned down over me. His brilliant green eyes were dark with need. His deft fingers reached down and yanked the shorts from my body, tossing them to the floor behind him. The darkness of my tiny apartment surrounded us and my entire body quivered as he circled his big, rough thumb lightly over my clit. The lacey material of my panties was soaked through by that point.

  “I need to see you right now, I need to taste you right now,” he stated in a voice that was even deeper than usual. It was a tone that left no room for argument. The massive, beautiful man fell to his knees between my legs and tore the panties off my body. The way he was looking at me alone had me almost at the edge. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned as he leaned in and spread my lips wide with his fingers. His skilled tongue caressed my most sensitive area with slow precision. It traveled from bottom to top and back again. He lifted his head for a moment. “You taste even better than I remembered.” Then his tongue resumed its tantalizing attack.