Dedicated to the anonymous commenter that insisted I not leave you all in suspense.
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It'd been a few hours since Leah last spoke to Evan and her agent was adamant about calling it a night and taking Leah back to the hotel with her.
"There's no time for frolicking," the tightly wound older woman scolded her when she'd told her about her plans to go with Evan for the night. But Leah wasn't asking and Eleanor knew this so she insisted upon a security escort to their limo back to the hotel to ensure her safe arrival.
As Leah follows behind her dejectedly, she hears someone whisper her name. The sound is so light she thinks she misheard and so decides to ignore it.
"Leah!"
There it was again. More insistent this time and when her head turns towards the crescendoed sound her heart nearly jumps out of her chest with excitement.
It was Evan, a wide grin on his face as he beckoned her to come to him.
Monitoring the guards and her agent to calculate her perfect escape, she's finally able to find a pocket and slip away unnoticed. Her heart beats wildly with adrenaline as she rushes into Evan's arms, slamming against him. He pulls her safely around the corner and presses her against the wall in the dim hall.
"Hey," he whispers, his tall frame towering over her short figure.
"Hi," Leah giggles back.
As the golden light from the main room's chandelier shines on Leah, Evan is taken off track for a second as he begins to drown in the abyss of her dark eyes. She smiles shyly, unintentionally revealing her innermost desires as she glances at his lips.
"Where the fuck is she?"
Her smile drops and her eyes go wide.
"Come on," he instructs, grabbing her hand and sprinting down the hall and out the side of the building.
They don't stop until they make it to the parking lot. Lost amongst the sea of cars they finally are safe enough to slow to a walking pace, laughing breathlessly at their daring escape.
"You down for a house party?" Evan finally asks as Leah follows him down the row of neatly parked vehicles.
She quirks an eyebrow.
"Depends on whose house it is."
Evan smiles.
"It's mine," he tells her, before walking up to a candy apple red motorcycle and opening the attached basin and pulling out a helmet. It was a beauty, the body of the bike decorated with intricate detailing.
"The house or the motorcycle?"
"Both," he laughs as he puts it on, grabbing an extra and holding it out, "are you down for both?"
Leah pauses before deciding.
"Fuck it," she exclaims as she grabs the helmet from the rockstar, but her realization of her outfit makes her pause, "wait...is this okay?"
She gestures to the dress.
"Yeah," he shrugs, casually checking her body out, "your legs will be wrapped around me anyways so no one will see anything."
Leah blushes at the thought. Still sensing an inkling of hesitation in her countenance, Evan's eyebrows furrow in concern.
"What else is it?"
"I'm not..."
"You're not..."
"I may not be wearing any panties right now?" Truth was, she hadn't been wearing any since earlier that day. Evan had ruined the only pair she brought. She wasn't complaining she just hadn't anticipated needing more than one pair for the day. It was a blessed problem to have.
"I don't mind," he admits, clearing his throat in hopes it'd also clear his mind of the filthy thoughts brewing within it at the thought of her naked crotch pressed against him, "but if you do then it's okay. I can figure something else out for us. My driver is on-call."
But Leah had always wanted to ride a motorcycle and she wasn't going to let her lack of underwear ruin a possible core memory for her. So, for the second time of the night she said fuck it.
"Nah, let's do it."
And there they were, breezing through the bustling streets of downtown, the thick nightlife crowd proof of LA's thriving heart. It was beautiful, Leah thought as she laid her head against the comfort of Evan's back, hands wrapped trustingly around his waist. The scene was almost surreal, the city's lights reflecting off the deep indigo ocean water in the distance as the tides teasing the shore with their waves.
And so she decided to take full advantage of the moment just like the tides; her touch teasing the firm skin of his abs right above the hem of his jeans. She feels his breath catch as her hand sneaks underneath the hem of his shirt, her cold touch soothing his heated skin as she casually settles her palm in the band of his jeans, As they come to a stoplight he turns around to look at her.
His normally light eyes seem dark under the combined shade of the night and the helmet as his gaze holds hers. Leah can feel her blood burning, the stare enough to send a pool of desire down to her core as it presses against him.
Evan could feel the heat of her bare pussy radiating through his jeans and if he wasnt an upstanding citizen he'd be tempted to spread her legs and fuck her right there in the intersection.
When the light turns green, he settles for pulling off into a more private street instead. As he speeds up the hill, his eye is caught by the pink fabric of Leah's dress dancing in the wind and when he looks down, her thick brown thighs are fully exposed to the elements, all the way up to her wide hips. And so, like any sane man in his position, he speeds even faster to their destination- desperate to have his way with her.
As they travel up the winding road it only gets narrower until it finally reaches the top of the incline, revealing one of the most breathtaking views Los Angeles has to offer.
You could see the entire city from up here,a myriad of brake and headlights seemingly illuminating the streets like Christmas eve.
