Motorcycle Ride

My boyfriend and I have this 10-year age gap and I’ve always thought he was too reserved and serious all the time. I live (work and study) 3 hours away from his home and work and we just see each other every weekend. I make the trip myself because he has his own home while I live with my parents.

That particular weekend before making the trip, he asked me what I want. I was supposed to arrive around 9 in the evening, and he thought to cook something for dinner. I wasn’t thinking about dinner though.

“Fetch me in the bus station with no underwear,” I said jokingly on the phone. I was already at the station waiting for the bus to arrive.

“Seriously?” he asked.

I just laughed. He said he enjoyed my naughtiness and playful character. I am really a fun person to be with but still I try to be cautious around him. I love him so fucking bad.

The 3-hour trip was so long I couldn’t wait to arrive.

I arrived in the bus station and I looked at the window and saw him standing by his motorcycle, wearing his favorite oversized black hoodie and some black parachute pants I haven’t seen him wear before.

I wanted to hug and kiss him when I got out of the bus and handed him by large backpack. He was looking so serious though and I just wanted to wipe that seriousness off his face.

We were already riding the motorcycle and moving on the highway slowly when I asked.

“Did you do it?” I whispered on his ear.

He knew what I was talking about. “Check it yourself,” he answered.

I put my arms around him, moving under his hoodie and then finding the waist band. It was quite loose, and I was able to move my hand underneath. Fuck, I was surprised to feel his hard cock on first contact. He was not wearing any underwear and I have his dick free on my hand. I stroke it slowly, starting with the tip, feeling underneath its head, imagining how my lips would feel around it. I moved down the long shaft, feeling my own pussy getting excited with what it will have that night. I continued moving down until I was able to feel his balls. It was quite cold and all I wanted was to fondle it all the way home.

I was concentrating too much on playing with his cock that I was unaware of his reaction. The darkness around us made me really brave and I never wanted to pull my hands out.

I started to grip his cock tighter and moved my hands up and down.

We swerved a bit and I heard him, “Whoa… easy, babe…”

“You don’t like it?” I asked.

“You want me to stop now and fuck you on the highway?”

I laughed. “We should try that sometime.”

“Crazy,” he replied, but he was laughing too.

We stopped by a small restaurant to get some takeout (since he wasn’t able to cook anything). I was the one who went in and he said he couldn’t go. The bulge on his pants was so obvious he was suddenly so conscious about it.

He lives in a simple apartment with open space concept. We arrived and I went in while he secured his motorcycle in the small garage. I just finished putting down the food on the counter when I felt him behind me.

“Fuck the food,” he said. He whirled me around to face him and the next thing I knew he was kissing me hard. His hands were insanely fast. He removed my jacket to reveal my tight-fitting black shirt underneath. I have double Ds and paired with the perfect bra, I know I look like some sex figure for him. I do not have the perfect body, I was a bit chubby, but I have the curves he said he would die for. He was the only guy I feel comfortable with.

He pulled my shirt up, but instead of removing it completely, he just raised it to reveal my bra underneath. I heard him catch his breath, staring at my cups hungrily.

“You shouldn’t wear this at work,” he said.

“Do you think it’s too tight?” I asked playfully. I put my hands on either side of my breasts to squeeze them. His hands were on both sides of my waist, but his eyes never left my chest.

“Well, I shouldn’t wear this in front of you now,” I answered. I pulled down one of the cups and my boobs popped out, showing my pink nipple that was already so hard. I put my hand behind his head and pulled him closer. He moved instinctively and in the next second his mouth was covering my exposed breast.

I gasped. He was so good. Fuck. I could feel his tongue and teeth playing carefully with my nipples. He was sucking hard it felt like he wanted to put all of it inside his mouth.

He removed the clasp of my bra and we both clumsily removed it with the shirt. I was standing in front of him wearing not but my jeans.

“I wanna see you too,” I said. He knew what I was talking about. He removed his hoodie and the shirt underneath. He was about to pull down his pants but I stopped him.

“Let me,” I said. I knelt down and pulled his pants. His cock came bouncing in front of me. It was bigger than I remembered, and I was wondering if I can still remember the taste.

I gripped it tightly and looked at him before putting it inside of my mouth. He was watching me as I moved my lips against his shaft, in and out… in and out….

I stopped and pressed my lips against the head tightly, then I sucked it, like a thirsty baby sucking milk from a mother’s tit. He gripped my hair tightly and tried to push me deeper. I let go and I went balls deep.

“Fuck, Dana,” he said.

I was all out. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I want to taste him bad.

“No,” he said. I felt him shudder a bit and I knew that he was just about to cum.

He pulled me up, carried me and placed me on the counter. He pushed the food aside and I was sitting on top. He pulled down my pants quickly, I can feel the giddiness. I was about to remove my panties as well when he stopped me.

He pushed me down so I was almost lying on the counter, my eyes wide with anticipation as he stared at me.

He put his hand on my pussy, his fingers feeling the flesh under my panties. I was so wet, I knew he was feeling it.

He then pushed aside my panty and found my clit. Expertly, he moved his thumb against it while his other hand played with my hole.

I gasped. It’s been a week with no sex and I was craving to cum. I will cum any minute, my god, he should take it slow.

Just as I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, he pulled me close suddenly and then I felt his cock inside me. I gripped the counter tightly, because his cock was so big and it felt like I couldn’t take it in. But my pussy’s such a whore, it opened its lips and welcomed the throbbing shaft inside.

He was my first and only sexual partner, and we couldn’t have sex as much as I wanted to because of our distance. Every time we do it, it feels like always the first time.

He moved slowly, in and out. I was moaning, feeling his dick inside me, grinding inside like a teasing play. I touched my breasts and played with my nipples, pinching it hard it is almost painful. I will cum any minute.

“Faster, please,” I begged. I wanted release. I wanted both of us to cum.

He moved faster and pulled my hand away from my tits.

“I want to see you clearly,” he said. He always wanted to see my tits bouncing off when he’s about to cum. I felt like a porn star, looking at him and moaning loud.

“Cum with me, baby,” he said.

Then I felt it. A throbbing feeling inside, slowly coming from the deep and then moving out. I gasped and closed my eyes. It was a series of spasms that intensified with every thrust.

I felt him shudder and I knew he was cumming too. I could hear the sounds of our flesh, slapping against each other, my cum oozing out of my hole, dripping on the counter.

When he stopped, I thought we were done. But instead, he pulled me up so I was sitting on the counter.

“Let’s take a shower,” he said. I thought he was going to pull out but he didn’t. Instead, he carried me, reversed piggyback style, with his dick still inside me. He was still hard.

“Round two?” I asked.

He didn’t reply and brought me to the bathroom.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mett8x/motorcycle_ride