Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
“I did! It’s amazing, especially for a first-timer.”
Maura laughs as she throws her arms around me, burying her face into my chest. Something has shifted in me, and it becomes natural to hug her tightly and lift her off the ground before settling her back down again.
We stand there, staring at each other for what feels like hours until we’re no longer laughing. Electricity zaps through the air, and my body moves on its own accord. One minute, we’re apart, and the next, I’m kissing her with a passion I didn’t know I was capable of.
And by God, Maura’s lips taste so damn sweet, it fries my brain. The kiss is enough to rearrange my DNA and turn my world upside down.
I spent most of my life floating past other people, their faces nothing but a blur, and I barely registered their presence. Ignoring them was fairly easy since I genuinely didn’t care about their business.
But Maura…
What is it about her that makes me want to know everything about her? What makes her laugh, what makes her tick, what angers and upsets her. Everything.
It feels like eons later when we finally break the kiss, both of us breathing hard. Her lips are red and swollen, her pupils blown wide. That’s when I notice that shadows are starting to lengthen around us, the sun turning to deep orange.
“It’s getting dark. We should go,” I say.
Maura nods and runs her hands to fix her hair and clothes.
I ride the bike first and help her mount it. This time, however, I guide her in front instead of behind me. She throws me a quizzical look over her shoulder, and I respond by biting lightly on her earlobe.
After sliding the key in and firing up the bike, I roll the throttle. The engine’s growl deepens, sending vibrations through the frame and towards my body.
Maura jerks in front of me and stiffens, her fingers digging into my thigh.
Well, I guess someone does enjoy riding my bike.
With one hand on the throttle, I slide the other from her knee and skim it across the smooth skin of her thigh until it rests near her crotch.
“You like this, little fairy?” I ask Maura as I twist the throttle, and she jerks again.
She responds with a whimper that makes my cock twitch.
“No, Maura. Say the word. Do you like this?” Throttle again, and she leans her back against my chest, her face tilted to the sky.
“Y-yes.”
With a growl, I lift her and turn her around so she’s facing me, her pussy pressing against the gas tank. My hand cups her jaw, and I pull her to me, whispering, “My naughty little fairy, about to come on my bike.”
She sucks in a sharp breath, and I slam my mouth to hers. She clutches my face and slips her tongue in my mouth, and fuck, I almost forget my own name.
My other hand remains on the throttle, and I keep twisting it. Each time, Maura gasps and moans against my mouth. I pull back and watch her because her nails dig into my arms while she shamelessly grinds on my bike. Fuck, she looks glorious.
I can’t sit here and do nothing.
So I lift her shirt and slide her bra upwards, revealing a pair of beautiful milky globes. While she rotates her hips with every throttle, I drag a tongue along her taut bud, nipping it and sucking.
I’m as hard as a crowbar, but I ignore it. I need her to come for me.
“Ty!” Her voice is ragged, and when her mouth parts in a silent scream as she comes, I cannot look away. I want to file this picture of her coming in front of me on my bike. I want to remember this moment forever.
By the time Maura comes back to Earth, she slumps on the handlebars and gives me a soft smile, her eyes still at half-mast. “Quick question. How are you in a suit?”
The question throws me off-guard. “I’m okay. I can pull one off. Why?”
“You’re my date for my twenty-ninth birthday party this Saturday.”
5
MAURA
Tyler said he was okay in a suit, that he could pull it off.
Understatement of the century. An outright lie.
I have to pick my jaw off the floor when I see him slouched against a vintage white Ford Bronco. It’s not my choice of ride, but what the hell, I’ll go on a carriage if it means showing up with him at my party.
He’s wearing a black suit jacket and dress pants, with a crisp white shirt underneath and black shoes. It doesn’t quite hide the tattoos on his hands, but the overall effect, especially with his trademark man bun, is devastating to my femininity.
Something’s off about the whole look, though, and when I get closer, I realize why.
“Where are your piercings?”
Tyler’s eyes shine with amusement. “I thought I needed to clean up for your party, and I wanted to look presentable. I didn’t want to stand out.”