Chapter 15
Colt
The first time I felt Olivia’s arms slip around my waist, my cock lurched. Her touch was too much, but I was glad to have it against my body. She clung to me as her body slid closer to mine on the bike. Her clothed pussy, pressing deeper and deeper against my back as her slim legs contoured to mine. I rode her around Redding and pointed out a few things. The best bars. The best places to get wings. Places she needed to stay away from unless she wanted food poisoning. I pointed out the best coffeehouse in the city and even a few places where me and the guys thought some of the drugs were being dealt.
Just because I did tell her I’d give her some of that information.
“Want to see my favorite view of Redding?” I asked.
“Please tell me it’s on the top of one of these mountains,” Olivia said.
“Oh, it really is. And it’s gorgeous around this time of day.”
“Take me. I’d like to see it.”
And she only had to say it once.
The two of us rode out of town, finding ourselves on a deserted pathway leading into the desert. It was secluded, and dust kicked up around us as we continued to push forward. I bought meaty tires for my bike because of these types of journeys. I enjoyed going off-roading with my motorcycle. I enjoyed climbing the red clay mountains and looking over the one city I had called home my entire life. The afternoon sun hung heavily in the sky. There was a bit of cloud cover headed our way. Teasing us with relief as the shade of the mountain engulfed us.
Olivia relaxed into me as her lips sighed.
I raced up the mountain. I climbed to the precipice, leaving the city and the wings and the coffee behind. I wound up the road, keeping away from the edge and making sure I didn’t spook Olivia. But, she didn’t seem spooked. She didn’t cling to me any tighter than she had to in order to take the corners. She moved with the bike instead of forcing herself against it.
She really had grown up on one of these things.
We emerged from the trail and I walked my bike to the middle of the flattened mountain top. Out across the desert—--over the light brown sand and the cacti that grew for feet in the air and the few plants the desert afforded life to—--was Redding. The skyline of it. The lights, twinkling against a sky that had fallen dim with cloud cover.
Olivia gasped as her body slipped from my bike.
She took her helmet off and her raven hair went spilling everywhere. It had come out of the bun she’d had it up in, and I watched as it spilled down her back. Her lightly-flared hips swayed as she walked to the edge of the mountain. My heart stopped. She was getting too close to the edge. She’d fall over if she took another step.
Why the fuck did that scare me as much as it did?
She stood there without a care in the world. The helmet tucked underneath her arm, as if it had been there all her life. Her hair whipped around her as the wind kicked up. Her cardigan blew behind her, revealing her little ass cheeks that would fit perfectly in the palms of my hands. Her long, slender neck was revealed to me as her hair blew off to the side. I watched her take in the sight in front of her as my eyes took in her body. Her creamy skin. Her long features and her slender from.
Olivia was a beautiful fucking woman.
“It’s gorgeous up here,” she said.
The wind carried her voice as she turned around and looked at me. And when she did, her onyx hair whipped around her face. Framed it and graced her cheeks as her piercing green stare locked with mine. She had a smile playing on her lips. She looked like a little girl, enjoying something for the first time. I turned my bike off and kicked the stand down, settling it onto the mountaintop.
I crossed my arms and leaned back, allowing myself to take her in.
“It’s my favorite view,” I said.
“I can definitely see why,” she said.
Looks better with you in it, though.
“What do you like so much about it?” Olivia asked.
She started walking back to me and I felt the nape of my neck heat.
“I like how it makes Redding look so small,” I said.
She came and stood at my side, my eyes following her. Gazing down onto the top of her head. Taking her in as she stood there with my helmet in her hands. She twirled it around between her fingers. As if she had owned the damn thing her entire life. She looked more comfortable and more relaxed on top of this mountain than she had been in all of the moments I had found her. Been beside her.
Experienced her.
“It does put things into perspective,” she said mindlessly.
“It does, yes,” I said.
She looked over at me. Up at me. Her eyes grazed up my chest before they connected with mine. I watched her turn fully to me before she reached out and handed my helmet back to me. I took it and tucked it behind me. My eyes never left hers as she slowly took a step closer to me.
“You’re treading in hot water, Olivia,” I said lowly.
“Why did you bring me up here?” she asked.
“I asked if you wanted to see my favorite view.”
“You did. And you knew it was secluded. Quiet. Beautiful. Quite a ways away from Redding itself. Why did you bring me up here?”
“Because you asked me to,” I said.
“Then, why did you offer?” she asked.
I reached my hand up and took a chance. I yearned to touch her skin. To feel that electric shock migrate into my bones. I cupped her cheek. I slid my thumb over her skin. I was shocked when she didn’t move back, and even more shocked when she took another step closer to me. My body came alive. Electricity shot to the tip of my dick as her soft skin pressed against the rugged calluses of the palm of my hand.
“I wanted to get you alone,” I admitted.
I tilted her gaze up to mine, feeling our bodies warming one another.
“Why?” she whispered.
“Because I wanted to do this.”
I dropped my lips to hers, pressing them together. If she asked me why I wanted to kiss her, I didn’t have an answer. All I knew was that I wanted to. I gripped her chin, holding her face to mine as my tongue slid along the seam of her lips. Her hands came up and wrapped around my forearm. Her delicate hands and slender fingers barely made it around my forearm, thickened with strength, and time, and age. I slid my hand into her hair. I ran my fingers through her smooth, silken black locks before grabbing hold of them.
And when I pulled her closer into me, she fell into my body.
I wrapped my arms around her as the kiss grew deeper. More passionate. Furious in its need. I picked her clear off the ground with nothing but my grasp as she moaned against my lips. She spread her legs as I scooted back onto my bike and I let her straddle my seat, her body pressing into mine. Her hands gripped my leather jacket. She pulled me closer into her, as if she couldn’t get enough of me. I pulled her head off to the side and kissed down her cheek. Down her neck. I lapped at her carotid, feeling it flutter underneath my ministrations as sweet little whimpers left her lips.
“Colt,” she whispered.
Her hands migrated to my pants and my eyes widened. Holy fuck, this woman was outstanding. I growled softly against her shoulder as my fingertips slid her blouse back a little bit. I nibbled on her skin as she rolled against me, her hand shoving itself into my jeans and pulling out my thickening cock.
It was already leaking for her, and her smooth hand made it jump.
I groaned as she stroked it. As she lubed up her fingertips in my precome. My hands slid down her petite frame. I bypassed her beautiful tits, making a silent promise to treat them with care the next time this happened. Because there would be a next time.
I’d make sure of it.
With Redding backdropping our movements and the desert swallowing our sounds, my hand slipped into her high-waisted pants. I undid the button and unzipped the zipper, feeling her pussy heat already pouring into the palm of my hand. She stroked me with precision. She coated me in my own arousal. I growled into her neck as my free arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer into my body.
Her head fell back and I kissed her neck, placing open-mouthed kisses in all her delicate places.
“Colt,” she whimpered.
I laid my teeth softly into her neck. Rewarding her for saying my name so sweetly. My fingertips parted her pussy lips and I felt how wet she was for me. Her arousal dripped over my fingers. Her pussy lips were hot with desire as I found her pulsing clit. She gasped and whimpered as her head popped up, falling against my shoulder as I kissed the top of her head.
“That’s it. Let me in,” I groaned.
She squeezed my cock and it pulled an involuntary growl from my throat.
I grunted as I rolled into her hand. I swirled my fingertips around her clit, feeling her legs fall open. She propped her feet onto the edges of my bike. She parted her knees as much as they would go, giving me entrance into places I knew were tight for my taking. I slipped one finger inside of her tight pussy. And then another. I pressed them against her walls as she moaned out for me the sweetest sound in the world.
“More. I need more, Colt.”
And oh, would she get it.
She pumped my cock faster, pulling my balls into my body. My thick dick grew to expanses I’d never felt in the palm of that woman’s hand. I bucked against her on my bike. I felt my tires scraping across the ground as she rolled her hips into me. I held her around the small of her back as her free hand cupped around my neck, gaining leverage to thrust harder into my hand. She turned into an animal. A primal beast who knew what she wanted and would stop at nothing to get it. It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen. Olivia snarled. Gritted her teeth. Let her eyes roll back as my fingers filled her. My thumb pressed into her clit and her jaw unhinged. Her fingertips curled into the back of my neck as her hand stroked my cock quicker.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come. Colt. Don’t stop. So long. Been so—so–shit!”
Her voice echoed over the expanse of the desert as her pussy unleashed. I slipped my fingers into her dripping wet heat, then pressed my thumb into her clit. She ground into me. Her body lost all control and she bucked ravenously into my hand. My cock throbbed. I felt her hand’s jerking motions pulling me to the brink. My free hand slipped up to her hair and I fisted it, pulling her hair so that her lips were aligned with mine.
And just as my cock burst, my lips crashed to hers.
I growled against her. My hips grew jagged with their movements as my cock spewed into the air. Thread after thread of come for her as I coated her hands. Her blouse. My jeans. My fucking bike. I grunted against her lips. I sucked on her tongue, forcing a whimper as her pussy clamped around me one last time. I was soaked in her, and she in me, and as the wind kicked up it swirled our scents around into one glorious mixture I tried to commit to memory.
Olivia Banks was a hell of a woman.
And I wanted a shot at experiencing what my dick felt like sheathed inside her tight warmth.