Chapter 2

“I know it is.” His voice dropped even lower, filthier. “That’s the whole point. Bikes teach you to feel everything with your whole body. Every shake. Every press. Every time my fat cock drags across your hole through these jeans.”

He rolled his hips forward slowly on a straight stretch, grinding the thick ridge slowly and heavy against me.

“You feel that? That’s me getting harder because your tight little body keeps squirming and clenching. Your hole’s fluttering, I can tell. Every time the engine hits a deeper rumble you push back on me like you want my dick buried in you instead of just rubbing.”

My face...