The Biker's Fate Chapter 543

He reached over and linked his fingers with mine, giving them a gentle squeeze which relaxed me further.

Pulling around the locked back of his dad's shop, Flash parked the truck, then came around my side of lift me down.

"I'm just gonna text Dad and give him a heads-up I'm here, so he doesn't think someone's breaking in," he said, pulling out his phone.

Once he was done, he entered the code at the back door, and I followed him inside. He flipped lights on as we walked, and I dropped my purse in the office.

"Why are we here?" I asked.

"I want to show you the bike."

I smiled. "Lead the way."

He took my hand and guided me to the main part of the shop where an old car sat next to a motorcycle that was on some kind of machine.

"It's not a carousel, but it is a high-performance dyno machine," Flash said. "And what it does is lock the bike down so that you can run tests on it off-road."

I bit my lip. "That's really cool."

"Yeah, it is." He wrapped an arm around me. "So, if you ever want to find out what it feels like to be on a bike without the fear of it crashing, you just let me know and we'll throw the bike up on the dyno."

"So you can't crash and break your arm or a rib or go unconscious again?" I asked.

"Exactly," he confirmed. "You can try it without either one of us getting hurt."

"Like, now?"

"You want to try it now?"

I shrugged. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, baby, of course it is. I'm just surprised."

"I know, I'm sorry, I'm being wishy-washy." I wrinkled my nose. "I've always been fascinated by bikes, they just scare me. Especially after you got hurt…"

"Honey, you have the right to change your mind." He smiled. "For any reason."

"Thanks."

"Hike your skirt up, so you can straddle."

I nodded, tying it up between my legs and following him to the bike.

"I'm gonna get it started, then you can climb up, cool?"

I clapped my hands and waited for him to get it started, then he helped me straddle the bike while he stood beside me.

The hum of the engine between my legs was strangely exciting, but when Flash wrapped his arms around me, I thought I'd lose my mind.

"Put your hands on the handlebars," he said.

I did so immediately, and he placed his hands over mine. He showed me how to shift, brake, and use the throttle, and with each passing second, my body grew warmer and warmer.

"Flash?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"I'm so fucking horny right now."

He grinned. "You want me to take care o' that?"

"Hell, yes, please."

He turned off the bike, kissing me quickly. "Give me access, but don't get off the bike."

I stood on the pegs just enough to untie my skirt and hike it up to my hips. Flash helped me shift so I was sitting sideways on the bike and then he kissed me again, sliding his hands under my shirt and tugging my bra cups down so he could thumb my nipples into tight peaks.

He moved his mouth down my body, sliding his hands to my hips, tugging me forward and shoving his face between my legs. I grabbed for one of the handlebars to keep myself anchored, but I didn't need to worry, Flash held me tight as he ran his tongue between my legs, over my panties.

Before I had a chance to object, he tore the lace from my body, and shoved the panties into his pocket, returning to my pussy like he was a man possessed.

His tongue dipped inside of me, and I hooked a leg over his shoulder, arching into his mouth as I wove my free hand into his hair. He continued to assault my pussy with his mouth, but then he slid two fingers inside of me and I lost my mind, screaming out his name as I exploded around him.

Pulling his fingers from my body, he licked them clean, then kicked off his boots and removed his jeans and underwear. Throwing his leg over the bike, he adjusted me, so I was facing him, and he pulled my legs over his in a straddle.

"Lift, baby."

I settled my hands on his shoulders while he grabbed my hips and helped lift me, lowering me gently onto his cock. I let out a deep sigh, dropping my head back as his girth filled me.

"I'm gonna start the bike," Flash said, and I met his eyes, unable to stop a grin.

"Yes. Oh my god, do it quickly."

He chuckled, starting the bike, then lifting my T-shirt for access to my tits, sucking a nipple into his mouth before blowing on it. As he worked my nipples, I anchored my hands on his shoulders again, raising my body slightly, then impaling myself, the roar of the pipes adding vibration to the sensation.

He let out a grunt and immediately took over, gripping my hips and thrusting hard as I rode him.

As my orgasm built, Flash growled, "Don't come."

"I don't know if I can stop it," I growled back.

He slapped my bottom and I cried out as I came, unable to stop the flood. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I held on tight as he continued to slam into me harder and harder, faster and faster, until he built yet another orgasm in me, and we came together, his grunt covering my cry, and kissing me deeply as we both came down.

"So, you feel differently about riding with me?"

"No way in hell," I admitted, and he chuckled. As I pulled back slightly, I noticed something on the wall, that, quite frankly, scared the shit out of me. "Honey?"

"Yeah, baby."

"There's a camera pointing directly to us. Please tell me it doesn't work."

"It works."

"Oh my god," I squealed, moving to climb off of him. "Are you serio—"

He held me tighter and laughed. "I turned it off, baby. It's all good."

I flopped against him. "You are a fucking evil, evil man."

"Yeah, but I make you come more than once, so I'm also incredibly good."

"This is true." I grinned, kissing him quickly. "Lucky me."

"We're both pretty fuckin' lucky in this regard."

I stroked his cheek. "Love you, French Fry."

"Love you more, Tater Tot."

"Now, explain to me how I'm going to deal with no panties and your cum dripping down my thighs?"

Flash had taken a clean test two days after we'd first been together, so we'd been free of condoms pretty much from the beginning.

His tongue darted out, sliding across the seam of my lips. "I'll help you clean up in the bathroom."

I nodded and he lifted me off the bike, walking me to the bathroom behind the office. In the end, I stole his underwear from him, pulling them on and forcing him to go commando. I just couldn't deal with wearing nothing under my skirt.

He turned the cameras back on, shut off all the lights before resetting the alarm, and locking up. We then drove home in sated bliss, showering before snuggling up on the sofa and watching a movie.