I thought we’d stick to the city, maybe find a nice little place with a balcony that serves carb-loaded dishes paired with great wine and have some dinner, but Garret has other ideas. Instead of heading toward Tucson’s city center, he points the bike down the General Hitchcock highway and lets the horses run.

I scream with delight as the wind whips through my hair that spills out from beneath the bottom of my helmet, not caring that it’s going to be one big snarl that will take hours to unravel. I’ve never felt so free, so exhilarated.

After about twenty miles, Garret exits off the highway, slowing the pace as he winds his way down one back road after another.

At first it’s fun, seeing a part of Arizona that I rarely take the time to explore, but eventually, I’m distracted by the bike’s constant vibration and the way Garret feels. My arms are tired of staying locked in one position. My hands are itching to do something more fun than merely hanging on.

Without any conscious thought, I splay my hands over Garrett’s flat belly, pressing hard enough to feel the same ridges and valleys I’ve already spent hours exploring. Next my fingers creep lower until they encounter his waistband. Smiling to myself, I make short work of his button and slide my hands into his pants and stroke his penis.

I feel Garret gasp, the motorcycle wobbling as my fingers circle the base of his cock. The sudden, unsteady shifting of the bike alarms me. The quick rush of fear should serve as a warning to keep my hands to myself, but I can’t. It’s like some previously unknown reckless quality of my nature has taken control of my hands and soul. There’s nothing I can do to stop it.

The flesh beneath my fingertips hardens and grows warmer, delighting me.

Still holding onto Garret’s waist with one hand, I slide my other further into his pants, letting my fingers lightly dance along the length of his cock. It’s not easy since his jeans weren’t designed to fit both my hand and a fully erect Garret at the same time. I slide the tip of my index finger along the slit in the bulbous head, as my thumb lightly massages his scrotum.

Garret jerks on the handlebars, turning the bike down a narrow two-track. I continue massaging him as I press my chest more firmly into his back, and adjust my position so that the bike’s powerful vibrations rocket through my body.

Garret stops the bike beside a crooked honey locust tree. He barely turns the engine off before he leaps off it. He tugs me off the bike so fast that my hand falls away from his body and he over balances and we tumble to the ground.

“I had no idea,” Garret gasps in my ear, as he rips my pants open and shoves them down my legs, “that you were going to turn into some sex-crazed maniac.”

I bite his ear lobe as my hand, still wrapped firmly around his cock, steadily pumps him. “Admit it, you love it when I take control.”

“Both of us would be singing a different tune if I’d wrecked the bike when you shoved your hand into my pants.”

Garret’s magic fingers flick my clit. I’m so turned on, that’s all it takes to trigger a burst of sensation that leaves me seeing stars. When I open my eyes, they meet Garret’s as he stares down at me.

“What?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Hard to believe none of your other boyfriends never managed to get you off when it seems that every time I so much as look at you, you’re in the middle of a climax.”

“You know what they say,” I whisper against his lips.

“What’s that?” Garret finds his pants and digs through the pockets until he unearths a condom. Reluctantly I release my grip on his cock so that he can cover himself.

“It’s all about the company you keep.”

Garret’s laughter fills my ears as he rolls me under him and drives into me with one long, sure thrust that practically reaches my soul.

His mouth comes down on mine and he kisses me as if his life depends upon it as my inner walls clutch and convulse around his cock, milking it for all it’s worth.

I hear myself scream, the sound startling a few songbirds from the tree as one of the most intense orgasms I’ve experienced to date washes over me.

Garret pounds into me one final time before he reaches the end of his endurance. I clutch him to me, holding on to him for all I’m worth as clouds chase one another across the darkening sky. A a feeling of complete and utter contentment envelopes me.

If I’m not careful, I’m going to wind up so addicted to Garret, I won’t be able to live without him.