He’s better than any fantasy I’d concocted. We’ve been making out for what — two minutes? — and this man is already driving me wild. His hard body, his scent, his absolute assurance in what he’s doing and how it will make me feel … he’s pushing every button, and we’re only getting started.

For a moment, I’m aware only of the feel of his mouth on my body, but then the nearby growl of a bike’s motor reminds me that we’re in a public place.

“We should stop,” I say, doing absolutely nothing to stop him.

“Why?” he murmurs before moving an inch lower to lick at the skin where my chest begins to swell.

“I don’t know …” I dig my fingers into the tight muscle of his shoulder as my head tips back in surrender.

The engine sounds become louder and I snap to. “We should definitely stop.” I try to push him away this time, but my effort is no match for his size.

He registers my protest, though, and looks up. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

Those eyes. That voice. It takes a major amount of effort to say, “Someone will see us.” I attempt to look around the parking lot, but my view is entirely blocked by his large frame.

He glances over his shoulder before looking back at me. “No one can see you. I want to get you off before you go. We can save the rest for tomorrow night.”

My eyes widen and my pussy clenches. What have I gotten myself into? Never mind public displays of affection — my delicious biker’s not only ready for a lot more than that, he’s making all sorts of assumptions about what we’ll be doing after the dinner party.

Not that he’s wrong. Two weeks of unrelenting fantasies have led me to this point. Maybe I’m not ready for what Megan and my other friend Zoe have found, but I can be a little naughty.

Can’t I?

“Is that a yes?” Deke asks, no doubt seeing the lust written all over my face.

I stammer in response. “I … I don’t know if I can do that in a public place. I’m not sure I can relax enough to … you know…”

The grin he shoots me makes my knees weak. “That won’t be a problem, darlin’.” He returns to my chest, tracing his tongue along the low neckline of the dress. At the same time, he wraps his hand around my upper thigh and begins to slide it slowly upward toward my hip, bunching up the fabric as he goes.

All I can do is look down at the shaggy dark head bent over me and try to hang on for the ride. My hands go into his hair as my breath turns ragged.

When he reaches my panties, Deke hooks a thumb under the elastic, pulls at it, and lets it fall back against my skin. The tease has the desired effect, triggering a new rush of wetness between my legs.

As he dips his tongue down between my breasts, he slides the palm of his hand toward my center, and cups my mound through my damp underwear.

“Won’t be a problem at all,” he says, chuckling against me. With his free hand, he pulls the top of my dress lower and lifts my breasts out of my bra, while down below his fingers explore my folds through the sodden, silky fabric. All my nerve endings are humming, the intensity rising quickly.

Deke pauses to gaze at my bare breasts for a moment, and the look on his face gets me hotter than anything so far. I’m quite sure this gorgeous man has seen a lot of naked women, but the admiration — almost awe — on his face makes me feel like a goddess.

I’m not sure a man has ever looked at me like that before. That brings me a flickering twinge of sadness before I’m pulled completely back into the moment. The amazing, unbelievable moment.

When he flicks his tongue over my tightened nipple, I dig my nails into his back. “Shiiiiiit,” I whimper. How can he make me feel so much, so fast?

“That’s it. Mark me with your claws, pussycat.” Deke moves over to my other breast for more of the same treatment. Meanwhile, his other hand — oh my god — his other hand.

The man has found my clit through my panties, when I swear my last boyfriend couldn’t have located it with GPS and voice navigation. He’s pressing on it, quite literally pushing my button now, and the pleasure is multiplying fast.

The scruff of his beard is doing fabulous things to the bare skin on my chest, along with the cool night air and the heat of his mouth. When he slips a finger under my panties, the illicit thrill of his touch takes my breath away.

He slips his exploring digit into my wetness while his palm continues to press my clit. Then he pushes his thick, rough finger into me, and it feels so dirty — I just met him! At the same time, somewhere deep inside it feels like I’ve known him a long time.

I struggle to hold on as this giant biker, this fantasy man made real, takes me higher and higher. I have no worries now that I’ll be able to come in this public place. I might worry about being too loud, if I were capable of thought, but all I can do is revel in the feel of him everywhere he’s touching me.

“You’re so hot and tight, babe,” Deke says, thrusting his finger in and out.

God — if he can make me feel this good, with just his hands … my body shivers with hunger at the promise this offers.

“Come for me, babe. I wanna feel your pussy throb.”

In my fantasies, he hadn’t spoken much, but this explicit talk is another big turn-on. His voice is rough and so fucking sexy, and when he rakes his teeth over my nipple, pleasure sears through me, shredding my control.

Deke slides his finger out of me and puts all his focus on my clit — pressing and rubbing with his thumb, making me see stars from the intense pleasure of it. He knows I’m unraveling — how can he know my body so well? — and he’s going to push me over the edge so hard.

He’s fierce as he pulls one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucks at it so intensely that I feel the dizzying sensations down to my toes. My legs go weak, but he’s holding me up, his massive arm wrapped around me, making me feel safe and secure enough to surrender completely. I’m whimpering, nearly in tears from how good it all feels.

“Scream, baby. Let it out,” he growls, before pulling my other nipple into his mouth. He presses inside me again and it’s more this time — two fingers, maybe — and they stretch me. I buck against him, wanting to pull him in deeper, fucking his fingers, wanting everything.

All this while he never lets up on my clit, rubbing, pressing, flicking — “Oh, fuck!” I cry, quietly at first, but then he pinches — takes my clit between two fingers and pinches — how is he doing all this? “Fuck, yeah!” I yell.

There’s another growl of a nearby engine but by this point, I don’t care at all. I yell louder, my voice joining with the chorus of the bikes in the lot. Rumbling, thundering, then roaring — and I roar right past the last of my inhibitions and come so hard, on this near-stranger’s hand, wrapped in his strong arms — not even able to stand on my own — as a group of bikers ride by in the near distance.

“Fuck!” I yell, my pussy clamping tightly around him as every nerve in my body explodes in ecstasy.

“Yeah, baby. That’s it. Don’t stop.” Deke keeps me riding, thrusting his fingers inside me and pressing relentlessly on my clit.

When I realize my eyes are squeezed shut, they fly open to find him staring at my face, watching my pleasure as he brings on a second wave with his incredibly talented fingers.

“Oh, fuck!” I squeal, pressing my eyelids closed again.

“It’s a fuckin’ flood down there, babe. I love it.” He nips my neck and chest and keeps me close as I start to come down. I shudder against him and he holds me tight for several long moments.

My breathing is still ragged, my eyes still closed, when I feel him slide his fingers out of me. He’s right. I may be wetter than I’ve ever been before.

He pulls the bottom of my dress down, and that small gesture makes me feel cared for, like I’m more than a quick fuck in a parking lot, even though I realize that’s exactly what I am.

At the same time, crazy as it is, part of me is sorry we’re done. I still have the promise of tomorrow evening, and I’m temporarily sated from the amazing orgasms he just gave me, but it’s going to take more to get him out of my system. A lot more.

As he starts to pull away, I tuck myself back into my bra and adjust my dress. I still feel unsteady on my feet, but he doesn’t let me go completely.

With one arm supporting me, he draws his hand up between us and studies the moisture glistening on his fingers. Then, with his blue eyes blazing into mine, pinning me in his gaze, he puts two of his fingers in his mouth and sucks. Slowly, purposely, and so fucking thoroughly that I feel a new flood of wetness where that hand had just been.

But it’s the sounds he makes that will fill my dreams tonight. The sounds coming from his throat make me believe that he’s tasting the most delicious thing that’s ever been in his mouth. I can feel myself blush — and I’m not a girl who blushes easily.

“You’re delicious, babe,” he says, after he finishes licking each finger. “Tomorrow night, I’ll be tasting you directly.”

My eyes widen in response but I’m speechless.

Then he grabs my hand and places it on the zipper on his jeans. Hard and thick do not even begin to describe the situation going on there. “And maybe you’ll want to return the favor,” he says.

He chuckles when my eyes go wider still and my fingers try to gauge the full expanse of his aroused cock. Then he shocks me — utterly — by picking up my exploring hand, kissing it as a gentleman would in a historical romance, and placing it back by my side.

“Something to look forward to, darlin’.” He pivots and heads back to the bar, turning once to smile at me on his way.