“Welcome to Makeout Point,” Levi says, watching me for my reaction.
My eyes fly to his. “Are you kidding me?”
He holds my gaze for a moment, before breaking into a laugh. “No. Well, kind of. It’s not actually called that, but it’s the equivalent. The internet says it was designed as a lookout point, but you know teenagers come up here to punch their V-card all the time. Or, at least, that’s what I would use it for,” he says thoughtfully.
Climbing off the bike, he clasps his helmet on the handlebar. I move to do the same. After handing my helmet off to him, Levi secures it next to his, then takes my hand and urges me back onto the bike. More specifically, onto his seat, facing backward.
“Stay there.”
I do what he says, wondering what he’s up to. It doesn’t take very long to find out. Swinging his leg over the seat, Levi straddles it facing me. I don’t know what he has in mind, but my heart seems to think it’s something big. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at me, like he wants to eat me. Or maybe it’s the way the sun hits him just right, bringing out the copper highlights in his beard. Instantly, I want to lean in and kiss him, just to feel it scratch against my skin.
Looping his hand around my lower back, Levi tugs me closer, forcing me to lift my legs up and lay them on top of his. The position brings us so close together, I can feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my core through his jeans. “Do you like it here?” he asks me while tenderly brushing my hair out of my face.
Turning into his touch, I kiss the center of his palm. I’d rather show him how I feel than try to come up with the words, because there’s no vernacular capable of describing it accurately. I’m floored by our surroundings, moved to emotions just from being here. “I love it.”
Leaning in, Levi presses his lips to mine. Grabbing onto the backs of his arms, I hold onto him while I return his ardent kiss. When his tongue strokes over my bottom lip, a tremor of need shoots through me and I moan into his mouth.
Smiling against my lips, Levi kisses me once more before drawing back. Cradling my face in his hand, he rubs his thumb back and forth across my cheek as he considers me. “I have this crazy fantasy in my head that involves you naked on the back of this motorcycle.”
My eyes widen in surprise. My body heats as I picture what he’s described. “Levi,” I say, a thread of insecurity making its way into my voice. “We’re in public.”
“There’s no one here but us,” he reasons as he draws me closer.
“But someone could come.”
Nuzzling my neck, his hot breath flows over my wild pulse as he murmurs, “The only one who will be coming is you.”
Holy shit. My thighs are on fire. How does he always seem to know just the right thing to say to get me worked up? “I’m not getting naked out here.”
“Why not?” he asks. Running his tongue down the side of my neck, he stops at the swell of my breasts, bathing me in wet kisses. “You didn’t seem to have a problem with it at the pond.”
That was different. We were in a totally secluded area that clearly hadn’t seen any visitors aside from Levi in years. Holding his face in my hands, I bring his eyes up to mine. “No. I’m not going to do that out here.”
He studies me closely for a few moments before shrugging. “Fine. I can work around the clothes.”
Deftly, I feel his hands slip into the stretchy fabric of my yoga pants and tug them down over my hips. Before I know it, my bare ass is meeting warm leather. “Levi!”
He stops my hands before they can get a hold on the fabric to pull them back up. Passing me a warning look, he holds the waistband hostage around my thighs until I drop my arms back down to my sides.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about that day at the pond,” he muses.
Releasing my pants, Levi traces his fingers lightly up the sides of my thighs. When he reaches the top, he moves inward, following the crease until his fingers find my entrance. I hiss as he spreads me open to his gaze and runs an experimental finger through my wetness, spreading my juices over my pussy lips and around my clit in long, languid strokes as if he has all the time in the world.
Biting his lip, he sinks a finger into me. It takes all my willpower not to throw my head back and shout his name. I want to look at him. I want to see his face, every expression as he garners pleasure from mine.
“The way you rode my dick in the water?” he continues. “I want you to do that here. I want to fuck you on my bike. That way, whenever I look at it, I’ll think of you.” Plunging a second finger into my hole, he presses against my cervix as he pumps them slow and steady.
Oh God. I can already feel my orgasm building, and he isn’t even inside me yet.
I hear the sound of metal teeth tearing apart as Levi releases the zipper on his jeans. Looking down, I watch as he uses his free hand to tug the tight fabric down low. His cock springs free, the fat head aimed directly at my pussy as if it has a homing beacon attached to it. Flexing his hips, my core clenches as it brushes up against my clit.
“The best thing about this,” Levi says as he pulls his fingers out of me and smears my wetness over the head of his cock, “is that I don’t have to worry about condoms anymore.”
Aligning himself, Levi and I watch together as he rocks forward. My breathing quickens as I watch the head part my swollen folds and feel the thick mushroom tip begin to stretch my inner walls.
“God, that looks so good, princess,” Levi grunts as he gently works his way inside of me. Shifting both of my legs over one arm, he presses my knees back as far as they will go without crushing my belly, and pushes in a little deeper. “I love how your tight little pussy swallows me. Am I hurting you?”
I gasp a no as he works his way in another inch. No amount of pain would ever make me tell him to stop. I love the way he feels inside of me, taking up every inch of space, filling me to capacity.
“Good, because I don’t think I can stop.” I watch Levi and the way his expressions switch between pained and euphoric as he continues thrusting into me. He’s loving this just as much as I am. My pussy clenches around his thick length as I grow more and more excited. Knowing he’s watching as he enters me is so erotic, it has me climbing toward an orgasm faster than if he’d spent time working me with his mouth.
With that thought, my orgasm bears down on me, spreading through my whole body. I want to feel Levi’s mouth between my legs, his tongue and lips on my clit. He has a magic mouth, and I want it all over me.
As my orgasm begins to recede, I look up to see Levi’s gaze fastened on our joined bodies. His brows are drawn down low over his eyes, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he increases his pace, his cock sliding in and out, making sloppy noises as he hits deep. The bike rocks the faster he goes, and I reach up to grab onto the handlebars, afraid I’ll fall. But I won’t. Levi would never let that happen.
I feel the width of him increase, tightening our connection as he reaches the point of no return. Holding my legs in the crook of one arm, he reaches out to grab onto my hip, using it as leverage. His fingers dig into my flesh, the bite of pain welcome as I watch this beautiful man find his release.
When he’s done, his muscles fall slack and his eyes stay closed for the longest time. Long enough that I become aware of my surroundings again and that we are in plain sight of anyone who might happen upon us.
“Levi.”
The sound of my voice snaps him out of his post-coital haze and without a word spoken between us, Levi helps me back into my clothes and rights his own. Turning me around, he places me in front of him, my back to his chest, and wraps his arms tight around me. Resting his chin on top of my head, we stare out at the golden hills now bathed in the florescent colors of the sunset.