Soren
The vibration of the bike is such a pleasant hum aural sensation between my legs, but it is the exact opposite to the phantom pulse that still rattles deep in my pelvis.
I'm hanging onto Kai's leather-clad waist, my knuckles are white but my mind is three miles back, trapped in the steam in the shower. I can still sense the mass of Felix's hands, heavy and possessive, kneading my breasts and finger f*****g me so fast and hard.
The memory of his mouth, warm and insistent against mine, sucking my n****e so hard I was crying out his name, takes me by surprise in a sudden, sharp wave of heat.
I clamp my eyes tight shut, warding off the wind. I can almost feel the ghostly slide of his c**k prying me open for him, the way his fingers inside me with that torturous, rhythmic m
