The Riding Business

"You are here my love," he says extending his hand towards me. I take the hand and he pulls me to sit on his lap. He was wearing his dark blue jeans with plain white tee. And I knew he was in mood to go for a ride.

I gently sit on his lap, cross my legs and put the keys of his bike on the coffee table.

"Aren't you looking like a treat, my love," he says guiding my hands to his shoulders making me embrace him. I was wearing a yellow crop top with thin straps and dark green leather pants. I had left my jacket and helmet outside.

"You know I am not much fond of 'my love' coming out of your mouth for me!" I say tilting my head to the left and giving a twisted smile with my left eyebrow raised.

"Oh baby I didn't mean to provoke you. I know you are in this just for the rides," and he smirked suggestively squeezing my arse.

I tighten my hold around his neck and ask him, "What did you want to show to me?" He quickly picks up his phone and shows me a video of a girl gulping down thick white fluid from a martini glass.

"Ew...."

"Disgusting shit."

"You know what my limits are. It was disgusting."

I was fidgeting aggressively and looked away from him pouting my face. Sometimes I really did act coquettish in front of him for some unknown reason.

He pinches my chin and turns my face towards him and makes our nose touch. "You really are a neat and clean girl. But how come you make me turn so dirty and do you dirty"

I lick his lips just enough to make him feel it and simultaneously put my hand in his hair grazing his scalp with my manicured nails. "Remind me when was the last time you did me dirty?", my voice was suggestively provocative and hot.

"Baby are you aroused?"

"Well your hardened dick has been poking my thigh since long, so your arousal has aroused me."

"After a ride on my bike do you want to ride me, baby."

"I want you to ride me," I said in a coquettishly aroused tone in his ear.

All this conversation with our bodies so close and faces separated just by the bridge of our noses had heightened the longing in the environment.

I tear myself away from him and lay on the sofa. I deliberately keep my feet on his laps just a little away from his hardness, touching it with the heat of my feet.

He rests his back on the sofa and starts to massage my feet and goes all the way up to my thigh closing in on my arousal and pulling away just in time to leave me hanging. Our eyes were locked and there was temptation and challenge in them.

I arched my back and put my hand inside my top to start fondling my breast, and my other hand inside my leather pants leaving it on my crotch. His hand stopped mid way on my knee and he licked his lips and bit the lower one. My feet were roughly pulled upwards to rest on his manhood. Man! Was I not a sucker for that 6" giant, it knew by heart where my g-spot was. I pressed it down with my feet and rocking them on it. The twitching and pumping was indicative enough that he was nearing his limit of restraint.

The straps of my top were well below my shoulders and the top was already down exposing my small cups but the midriff was covered by the top. The constant fondling, squeezing and moaning had him on the edge, he was gulping hard and I knew just one little squeeze with my feet on his hardness and he will pounce on me.

On the contrary, he pulled me up, fisted my hair and started to devour my mouth. That was against the rules, our mouths touching and his dick touching my mouth, they were off limits in this riding business.

I try to pull away but he wraps my waist and pulls me closer tightly and starts to descend on the sofa with me on him. I reciprocate his passion and put my hands inside his tee, scratching around his torso and pinching his nipple whenever he would bite my lip or pull my hair.

I was positioned on him as I were riding a bike, but not today, I want him to be on top. I get my hands out and wrap his neck in one and bunch his hair in another. I press and pull simultaneously and his hold on me loosens. I sit straight on him and lose my top and start to circle my bellybutton, I was playing around with his fetish.

"Do you want to lick?" I lick my finger and put it in my bellybutton and trace the finger around his mouth. He knew he was entrapped. The movements of my rear on his rear were maintaining the sensuality of our desires.

He had gotten up and pushed me on my back. He unfolded my legs and straightened them. Next he was unbuttoning my pants and pulled them down with my lace panties. His face was on my crotch and he slides it down my crotch poking his chin in it. I had covered my mouth to muffle my moans. His chin was pushing into my skin. All this time his eyes were locked on my face.

After making me naked, he got up removed his tee, tied my hands to the lamp table with it and whispered roughly into my neck, " Your moans and screams will fill the air of this room," and he bit my neck ferociously.

His knee was now rubbing my swollen sensitive mounds and my mind was fuzzy. His hands were gripping my shoulders as he slid his face down towards my bellybutton, his prize.

My legs were below his body so I couldn't move them not even enough to provide friction to tame my heat.

His hands were moving all over my upper body, massaging, grazing, pinching, smothering my skin, my mounds, my arms, my waist. God, the control he was inflicting on me was absolutely insane.

His mouth in the meantime was sucking on my stomach, licking the bellybutton, biting it, pulling it up, stretching it out with his thumbs and digging his tongue in it.

I had released my legs from under him and I had wrapped them around his torso. My legs were squeezing hard on him and my feet would occasionally hit his arse whenever his teasing would hit my spot. The fact that he had his jeans on bothered me. So I tried to pull down his jeans with my feet as I had already unbuttoned them while I was riding on his crotch.

He realised what I was up to and slid up on me, his index finger fixed in my bellybutton, and pulled at my ear whispering to me, "You will have to drink that white thick liquid straight from the source today."

He gets up and sits placing his knees on the joint of my thigh and torso and slides down his jeans just to his knees. He gets off of me and unties my hands from the table lamp freeing my hands, next he pulls me down on the sofa, my legs hanging in the air from the knees as they were placed on the armrest. He adjusts himself near my head, his body towering above my head, I notice a streak of sweat falling down from his temple down to his chin and the drop falls right on the tip of my nose. He maintains the eye contact and says in a controlled husky voice, "This is how you get dirty today!"

And he opens my mouth with his thumb slick with saliva and guides his shaft inside my parched mouth. He bends forward and rests his body on me, instead of his head resting on my crotch it rests on my stomach.

He starts to move his hips in rocking formation, the rhythm varied on his intentions, deep, slow and hard or short, quick and teasing. I had guided my hands to caress his head in hopes to take control of his head and to guide it to my crotch but all was in vain.

Instead he guided my hand to my opening and damn I was flooded down there. He moved my fingers around my slick mounds and then brought the fingers close to his face resting on my stomach and sniffed them intensely.

Then he got up placing his hand on my crotch and pushing down with great strength, the pain was excruciating so I crossed my legs to hold his hand and arm in place.

We stayed in that position and he started to hump in my mouth aggressively and moaning deeply. His thrusts were getting weak and in the last thrust he went all the way in my mouth and started to release his cum. To my surprise he had got his shaft out of my mouth spilling only a little inside it and spraying the rest on my face and chest. He was panting hard above my head. My legs had loosened so his hand was free.

As I was about to get up and go away to clean with tears already leaving my eyes he pins me on the sofa again. Now our bodies aligned, his head near my head, chest on chest, crotch on crotch. I was not looking at him, my hands were too stiff to get that cum off of me.

He starts to lick off his cum from my jawline and whispering in small voice "I wanted to do the forbidden to you today, to make you realise how deeply controlled I am by you. I couldn't cum inside your lovely small mouth. I wanted to but couldn't. And the kiss before, it was culmination of all the pent up energy from all the restraints you had put on me all these days." He was talking and yapping like a dog on the cum spilled on me, cleaning me with his licks.

My tears were flowing down and he had taken my face in his hands and now he was showering me with small wet kisses. I burst out but my voice was weak, "Your dick tasted awful you dickhead. And you could have gotten a blowjob from anyone in the club, why me?"

"Because I only want you to taste every bit of me!"