Chapter 6

Matt let go of her hand, and her palms burst out in a cold sweat. He shouldered his way into his jacket and swung his leg over the seat. He unslung his helmet from the handlebar and stuck his key into the ignition.

The deafening roar of the engine filled the garage and rattled Eva’s nerves, but Matt didn’t give her time to retreat. He yanked the helmet on and snapped the visor down. In an instant, he changed from her boss to RipRoarer again.

He put out his hand. If only she couldn’t see his eyes, she would know what to do.

He straddled his bike with the engine roaring and his hand extended to her. What was she going to do? She couldn’t back out now, but she couldn’t bring herself to take the last step forward.

He waited another long moment, but when she didn’t move, he let his hand fall. He put both hands on the hand grips and squeezed the clutch. His thumb pressed the gear shift. Was he really going to drive away from her? Would her leave here there, alone in the parking garage with a soaking wet pussy?

She would never see him again. She couldn’t face going into work the next morning if he turned his back on her now.

He let out the clutch, and the bike moved out of the hidden parking space. A second later, he squeezed the clutch in again and eased the bike to a stop right in front of her. He didn’t extend his hand to her again, but bent down and picked up the hand hanging limply at her side.

He pulled her toward him. Her legs wouldn’t work, so he tugged harder until she stumbled toward him. He pulled her against his leg and guided her body onto the bike in front of him.

He positioned her in the same place where she sat yesterday, but a strange calm settled over her mind this time. She knew him. RipRoarer wasn’t here. That was Matt behind her, with his strong arms around her and keeping her safe in the pocket of his presence.

He let out the clutch one more time, and the bike shot forward underneath her. His legs moved around her to the footrests. The bike rumbled out of the garage into the cool dark night outside the building. It purred down the street and left the safety of the office far behind.

This time, she watched with startling clarity exactly where he drove her. He passed down the thoroughfare to the other side of the tracks. She knew that part of town well enough. Was he taking her into greater danger now?

He turned off on a darkened street. Only one streetlight glowed over a blacktop expanse. She could see nothing beyond it but a basketball hoop standing forlorn and abandoned beyond a white outline on the blacktop.

He walked the bike into the halo of blue light and moved the gearshift into Park. Eva’s heart thudded in her chest. If she jumped off right now, she could dash off and hide in the dark. He would have no choice but to ride away without her.

What was she thinking? She came here of her own free will to find out what lay at the end of this intoxicating mystery. She wouldn’t run away, and she wouldn’t pass through that ominous darkness alone, back to her own apartment.

He took his hands off the handlebars. In a dream, she saw them move toward her. Her body twanged taut in the palpable tension. He would touch her. He would take her, and nothing would hold him back this time. Of that, she was certain.

His hands moved back, and he hung his helmet on the handlebars. Everything followed the same pattern as yesterday morning. Only the light reminded her in all its painful clarity that this was not yesterday morning. He wouldn’t snap a few pics and drive her back to the office.

He clasped her waist and bent his head to her ear. “Do you remember this?”

She could barely whisper, “Yes.” Calling him Daddy didn’t make sense now. This was no phone sex game.

He understood it, too, and he didn’t push her. She couldn’t turn back. She wouldn’t turn back. This was all hers. She wanted this. She wanted to discard the nice girl rules and let herself break out into pure wildness.

Above all else, she worshiped him for that. He guided her. He kept her moving forward when she would have held back. He kept her honest, and he could let her go if she really wanted to walk away from all this.

He stroked her shoulders and rubbed her neck. He smoothed down her arms to her hands and back up. The gentlest pressure on her shoulders gave her an undeniable command to lean forward. She lay down across the gas tank.

The bike whispered its feral growl into her blood. She couldn’t resist its hypnotic voice. It vibrated her bones and spoke to her engorged tissues to rise and meet it.

He ran his fingertip around her waistband. That’s when she remembered the awful truth. She’d left her panties on his office floor. He would find them when he went into work tomorrow morning. He would keep them in his pocket all day long, and he would remember her here, exposed and powerless with his raging machine between her legs.

He ran his hand down her back, just like yesterday, but he had different ideas tonight. His voice touched her ear from out of the dark. “Lick it, baby. I want to see you lick that chrome. Show me how you’re gonna lick my rock hard cock.”

She kept her eyes closed. She put out her tongue and touched it to the cold metal. Saliva squirted under her tongue. She had to suck it in fast to stop it drooling out onto the gas tank. She ran her tongue along its smooth surface, and mind-blowing desire burned down her stomach to her crotch.

She rocked her cunt against the seat and rolled her ass up and back toward him. God, she must be as nasty and dirty as he said she was if she behaved like this. What kind of person rubbed her dripping wet snatch against a wicked Harley and licked its shiny chrome when her biker Daddy told her to?

What would he make her do next? What indignities did he have in mind to tear her world apart?

He inched her skirt up around her waist so her thighs surrounded the seat. The night air embraced her bare skin and chilled the spattered spunk on her lips and thighs. He caressed her glorious butt cheeks in the lamplight. “Who’s my horny little Princess?”

“I am, Daddy. I’m your Princess.”

He nudged into her from behind, and her juices wet his swollen crotch. “You want that, don’t you? You want my cock between your legs.”

“Oh, yes, Daddy, please.”

“Say it, baby. Let me hear you say it like you did yesterday. Tell me how you really want it, now that you know I’m gonna give it to you hard and fast.”

“Oh, fuck me. I can’t stand this. Oh, please, fuck me hard.”

He growled under his breath. From her place on the gas tank, she heard his breath grate between his teeth. “Oh, yeah, baby. I’m gonna fuck you. I’ve waited a long time for this.”

A zipper unzipped, and the hard spike tormenting her back door changed from rough fabric to smooth, soft skin. Its rigid point didn’t change. It jammed harder into her.

“Look at me, baby. I want to see your eyes when I stick my cock in your sweet, hot pussy.”

Her eyes snapped open. What did he want to see her eyes for? Didn’t he understand she needed to keep her eyes closed? She needed to concentrate to stop herself from flying into a million pieces.

The moment she locked her eyes on his face, she understood why. His smoldering brown eyes bored into her soul. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, and she could never disobey him. She was his, body and soul, and he kept her in the palm of his hand with those impossible eyes.

Once he caught her, he never released her from his enthralling gaze. He swayed there behind her on the bike, with his prick embedded in her most delicate tissues. He kept her dangling on the brink of insanity, and she couldn’t look away. She had to watch her own destruction hovering closer, closer.

He bent down and slammed his lips against hers. She stared at his face, all blurry there beyond her sight. That was the first time he ever kissed her, and here he was, about to fuck her like some biker babe.

She lost sight of his eyes. What was he looking at? What was he thinking? Then a tidal wave of maddening sensation crashed over her and sucked her under to drown. She couldn’t stand it.

That wave rustled out from her lips and tongue, all the way to her eyelashes and earlobes. It fizzed with unfulfilled dreams. Its effervescent foam bubbled to the surface of her skin and drove her wild.

She bit at his lips in a frenzy to get hold of him. Her tongue danced around his in a courtship ritual of exotic desires. She put her hand behind his neck to draw him to her. For just a brief instant, they clung to each other for mutual aid. She would never let him go. He extended a lifeline from the surreal world of psychedelic hallucinations to the world of order and control. He would find a way to take her back there when all this was over.

That lifeline snapped when he released her. He gave her one last peck on the nose before he reared back, and Eva went spinning off again into another dimension where nothing made sense. She didn’t recognize herself or anything else. No rules governed that world save one: pleasure. Pleasure in herself, pleasure in him, pleasure in every area of her life—nothing else mattered.

He sat up straight and pressed her down hard on the cruel steel. His eyes flashed a warning. Eva didn’t move.

He ripped his pants the rest of the way open, and his thick tool sprang out. She had to close her eyes again at the sight of it. It was bigger and more intimidating in person than in the pictures on her phone. The pictures didn’t do it justice. It throbbed and strained at its pink skin. It wanted her.

He kept her pinned with one hand while he aimed his rock hard shaft between her cheeks. The closer he got, the harder he pressed her down. He kept his glare locked on her raised ass, and his jaw muscle clenched and rippled with every gasping breath.

He stirred her juices with his taut umbrella until her glistening syrup coated it. Those vapors lubricated its passage through the curtains leading to her depths. He groaned in agony and hitched his hips forward. He set up a pulsing rhythm, and with every pulse, he moved just a little farther forward on the seat.

His mushroom nosed into her opening, and she stretched to receive him. He hitched forward one more time, and her tissues strained to their limit. How could a man be so big? How could he stay conscious with so much blood in his cock? Could she handle something so big?

He came forward one last time, and his cock pushed its way into her cavern. Eva gasped out loud. When he drove his tool harder into her twitching channel, she let out a shriek of surprise at the overwhelming intensity. A distant voice out of the past cried, No!, but every other facet of her being breathed him into her. Yes, yes, yes!

God, he was so big! Her pussy surrounded him in a death grip. His every movement sent streaming hot flashes of pleasure tinged with pain through her guts. She couldn’t stand it. She had to get away, but he kept her pinned there on her chest while he drove his jackhammer into her being.

She lost all sense of time and place. She floated in her own inner world where she tangled with him in the cosmic union. His flesh filled her to the limit, and it satisfied her long thirst for pure pleasure. She didn’t have to worry about behaving herself in that world. She didn’t have to keep quiet. No one could hear her cries beyond the basketball court.

She screamed and moaned. She drowned out his agonized grunts. He sucked his breath through gritted teeth and shoved his manhood into her depths.

In an instant, she exploded from her ethereal world into a cosmos bright with stars. They went supernova in front of her eyes. She couldn’t hear her own screams over the thunder of her pulse in her ears—or was that the roar of a Harley? She couldn’t tell, and she no longer cared.

His bellows of rising completion joined her in harmony echoing over the field. His boiling injection overflowed her brimming font and stained the bike with her essence.