LILA

Another bump. My clit dragged hard across the warm metal. A sharp, bright spark of pleasure shot up my spine and I cried out, hips jerking involuntarily. The movement made my bare ass grind down harder on his cock. Ryan’s breath left him in a low, rough exhale against the back of my neck—the first real sound he’d made since ordering me onto the bike.

His hand on my thigh tightened. Then it slid higher. “You wore nothing?” Fingers brushed the soft, wet lips of my pussy.

I froze. The bike kept moving. Wind kept lifting the dress. “I didn’t… couldn’t find anything-g.”

He quickly withdrew his hands from...