I glare at him, every inch of me twitching with frustrated anger. The amused look on his face infuriates me. The smell of sex fills the room, so strong I hold my breath so I don’t run back to him and beg him to fuck me.
I need to get away from him. My skins still twitching, anticipating him and the orgasms he gives me. I wanted him to spank me and fuck me. Instead, he’s being an evil fucking twat. Me, my pussy, and every nerve ending in my skin hates him so much right now. “Move, please,” I snarl, glaring daggers at him.
His arms are braced across his huge chest, and lazily he unfurls them. I stare rigidly at the door till he moves. His amused chuckle is obnoxiously loud as I push past him and rush away.
I climb onto his bike, and I squirm on the leather seat. Silently we start to ride out of town. The wind whistles past us, my hair blowing behind me and my body sheltered behind Echo’s broad back.
He turns off the highway and pulls over into a secluded side road surrounded by woods. Echo effortlessly pushes down the kickstand and gets off the bike. He turns to face me, and his intense stare completely unnerves me. I fidget uncomfortably. He circles the bike, steps forward, and abruptly lifts me into the air before moving me to the front of the seat and climbing on behind me.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
Ignoring me, he lifts my hands and places them on the handlebars, wrapping my fingers around the grips. I hear the click of his belt being undone and his zipper lowered, and I frantically search our surroundings for people. My dress is roughly pulled from under my arse, my panties pushed to the side, and I’m exposed from the waist down. Echo lifts me by the hips, holding me in the air for a moment before bringing me back down and impaling me onto his rock-hard cock.
“Ahhhh.” The dry scream comes from the back of my throat. I hold on tightly to the handlebars, my legs dangling by the sides of the bike. Bent forward, I can’t move with his dick buried deeply inside me. He grasps me tightly and lifts me again, slamming me back down onto his waiting cock.
“Ahhhhh. Oh God, fuck,” I moan. Again and again, he pulls me down and impales me on his hard length, fucking me mercilessly. He groans into my ear, his hardness swelling before he explodes inside me. His hot cum pulses into me, tipping me over the edge, and I orgasm, screaming in ecstasy.
He lifts me off his cock and his cum immediately gushes out of me. Echo reaches between my legs, dragging his hand across my pussy, collecting his seed. Three of his fingers slide deep inside of me and force his liquid back into me. I whimper while my muscles clamp around his fingers. Slowly, he pulls his hand free, his wet fingers spreading more of his arousal onto me, rubbing it across my clit and coating my pussy and thighs.
His voice in my ear is low and raspy. “This is my fucking pussy, Livvy. All of your orgasms, all of your pleasure is mine. I own you, sugar. Do you understand?” His fingers strum my clit while his other hand drops between my legs and three fingers push into me. “Tell me, Livvy. I want to hear you say it.”
I nod, my eyes closed tightly. “Yours. I understand.” My head falls back so I’m lying against his chest. Thick fingers plunge into me roughly while his thumb frantically rubs my clit. “Ahhhhhh, oh fuck,” I cry.
I come again, screaming loudly, but he doesn’t stop. Rubbing my clit again, his fingers curl upwards, fucking my pussy till I orgasm, twitching and thrashing. My shudders gradually subside, and boneless, I melt into his arms, finally sated and thoroughly reminded.
We sit for minutes on his bike, silent except for the sounds of our breathing and the chirping of the crickets in the grass. Echo absentmindedly strokes my arms, my back resting against his chest. My heart pounds loudly against my ribs. I’m comforted by him but still excited by his touch.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe we just did that,” I say, giggling. His chest vibrates as he laughs.
“I never heard you telling me to stop, sugar.”
I groan and lift my hands to cover my heated cheeks. “I know, it’s just anyone could have seen us. They might have seen us. I wouldn’t have bloody noticed.”
Gentle fingers clasp my chin and turn me to look at him. “No one saw us, sugar, I promise. I wouldn’t let anyone see you like that. That’s just for me.” Sincerity shines clearly in his eyes, and my heart melts a bit more for him.
“Echo, what are we doing?” I ask, desperate for clarity.
He sits up straighter, his movement pushing me upwards. “We’re just enjoying a moment, Livvy.”
I smile. “You know that’s not what I mean. We’ve avoided being realistic and lived in this fantasy land for the last week. But seriously, what are we doing together? I’m leaving in a couple of weeks.”
His whole body goes rigid, and picking me up, he lifts me clear off the bike and places me in front of him. “What the fuck you talking ’bout, Livvy? Where the hell you planning on going?” His anger’s palpable, his entire body tense and poised, ready to explode.
“Why are you so angry?” I ask. “You knew I was only here while I earn enough money to carry on travelling.”
“You’re not leaving, do you hear me?” he shouts. His face is red, his beautiful features twisted with rage. My eyes widen in shock. “Echo, you know I can’t stay here forever.”
Jumping off the bike, he paces back and forth with his hands manically raking through his hair. “That’s bullshit, Olivia.”
I shake my head, and scoff dryly. “Echo, I’m only here as a tourist. I have to go home.”
Echo stops pacing and turns back to face me. “So get a work visa.”
“It’s not that simple, Echo.” Our eyes lock, and I see the hurt and anger swirling in his eyes.
“Do you want to stay?”
When I step towards him, he stops pacing and turns to face me. “Echo, I didn’t expect to meet you.”
Angry, his eyes drill me to the spot. “You didn’t answer the question, Olivia. Do you want to stay?”
I reach up and touch his stubbled chin with my fingertips. “Yes, I want to stay. But it doesn’t matter what I want. My visa runs out in less than three months, and then I’ll have to go back to the UK.”
Echo shakes his head, looks up at the sky, and roars. It’s the most primal sound I’ve ever heard, and goosebumps break out instantly on my skin. When he looks back at me, the anger has drained from him and in its place is desperation.
My chest hurts. “I hate the way you look right now, Echo.”
My proud, strong, alpha man is gone.
When he speaks, even the tone of his voice sounds different. “So don’t work. I make enough money for both of us. Hell, I wouldn’t want to you to work at the bar full-time anyway. Problem solved. We move into my place, and then you stay.”
I sigh. “It’s not that easy. I can’t.”
Echo grabs me and pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around me. “You can and you will. I just found you; I fucking refuse to let you go. You’re not going anywhere.”
Angry at him, I push on his chest and try to step back, but he refuses to release me. “Echo, if I don’t go home, they’ll deport me, and I’ll never be able to come back.”
His strong arms pull me into his chest, enfolding me in a tight hug. He crushes my lips with his; the kiss is so full of possession and resolution that my knees go weak.
When he speaks, his voice is so full of certainty. “I refuse to let you go, sugar. You’re not going anywhere. We can sort it out. I’ll find a way. You’re mine, you belong to me, and I’m not letting you go.” I want to believe him; I almost believe him. Then reality crashes down around me, and I nod, knowing that there’s nothing he can do but wishing he could.