LILA

Ryan’s eyes stayed cold, shuttered, the same distant look he always wore. But he stripped—T-shirt first, then jeans shoved all the way down and kicked off, boots still on. He was completely naked on the motorcycle now, hard cock jutting up against his stomach, the thick length still wet from my mouth and my pussy. The sight of him bare in the open air, with the reception only a short distance away, made another rush of wetness drip down my thighs.

“Get back on it.”

I straddled him again, facing forward this time so my back was to his chest, and sank down in one long, slow slide. We...