Page 69 of Intrepid

His bitter laugh only added to the confusion, and he came to a stop, standing akimbo. He sniffed and swiped arm across his nose, his nostrils flared with angry breaths.

Before I could ask if I was the source of his anger, he broke from his stance.

“Fuck it,” he grumbled, striding toward me. “I’m going to hell, anyway.”

He hopped onto the bike, facing me instead of the front, and yanked me toward him, setting my aching core to his bulge and my legs straddling his thighs. His dark gaze traveled over my body, swallowing it up into some unseen fantasy behind his eyes that had him licking his lips.

One hand latched onto his shoulder, I braced myself on his thigh, as I leaned in to kiss him, grinding against his lap.

Tongue spearing my lips, he slid his hands up the hem of my shirt, and peeled back my bra beneath. Both thumbs brushed over my nipples, and I moaned into his mouth, arching toward him.

When that didn’t seem to be enough for him, he skated his hands down to the waistband of my jeans, and unzipped them, tugging down the denim until it hugged low on my hips. Had it been anyone else, I’d have yanked them back up and demanded to be taken home, banishing the asshole from my contact list. After all, I wasn’t exactly comfortable with the idea of being put on display. Public sex just wasn’t my jam. Ty made me want to break the rules, though, and even if I was a damn fool for it, a small part of me trusted him. It wasn’t about him taking advantage of me, or conquering me, a bid for power, like Dane. With Ty, it was about letting go. He made me want to venture into the obscure corner of my mind and take a look around. To leap into a dark chasm of unknowns. I could be someone else with him—wild and crazy and carefree, like my mother, without the burden of expectation and appearances. I could be passionate and ravenous, seizing every moment as if it were my last.

Knuckles running over my already soaked panties, he kissed me harder. Angrier. As if eager to suck the air out of my lungs while drinking his fill of me. His kiss moved through me, the entire weight of his desperation bearing down on my lips. An exasperated breath blasted from his nose, and his groan vibrated across my teeth.

“Why do you have to be so wet? And so fucking soft?” His voice skated halfway between pissed off and frantic, the sound of it only heightening my lust.

“You make me this way.” I slid my hand higher into his hair, gathering what little of his trimmed cut I could clutch in my fist, as he pushed my panties aside for the bare flesh beneath. Fingers caressing my slippery seam, he pressed his forehead to mine, and palmed the back of my skull.

“What are you doing to me, Sera?” The sharp sting at my crown added a painful buzz, while his fist tightened around my hair. He didn’t give me a chance to answer the question, before plunging two fingers inside of me, the invasion rough with the angle of his hand and the bike, until he yanked down my jeans farther, just enough for a smooth slide.

I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, as a shaky breath blasted through my parted lips. Cool air mingled with the heat rolling off my skin, and the danger of our surroundings kept my muscles on a tight coil of anxiety, only adding to my arousal.

Ty sucked my bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth, while his fingers pumped in and out in long, agonizingly slow glides. Each time he withdrew, the sounds of my arousal admitted how much wetter I’d gotten.

“I thought … I said something wrong back there.”

“You want to know what’s wrong?” The husky growl in his voice, and the masculine heat pouring off his body, shot lust bullets to my core. “Watching you eat that cherry made me wonder how it’d taste if I sucked it from inside you.”

I didn’t even know if that’d be physically possible, but coupled with the work of his fingers, the visual of it put me one step closer to the edge of climax.

“You like to tease me, Sera? Huh?” He plunged again, curving those weapons of pleasure higher inside of me. “’S’at how you get off?”

I circled my hips against him, wishing I could reach down and grab hold of his cock, but the angle of the bike put me at a disadvantage—and him at a massive advantage over me. At my nod, his jaw ticced, and he plunged again, deeper than before.

A moan leaked past my lips, my legs helplessly dangling at either side of him, while his fingers drove me closer to the edge.

“Why? I try to be a nice guy, and you push me.” His hand slid up under my shirt, to my still-exposed nipple beneath, the pad of his thumb caressing in maddening little circles. “You drive me so fucking crazy.”

“Is this … your mean side, then?” The sharp clench of my stomach and thighs, as I tried to hold it together, interrupted my breaths.

“It gets more fucked up than this. You shouldn’t tempt me the way you do.” Palming my breast, he rested his head against mine, and tugged at my nipple, adding a bite of pain to the pleasure his fingers had worked up.

“Then, you shouldn’t … ah, God!” The cresting orgasm had me arching my back, clawing at his thigh. I mindlessly circled my hips, unable to sit still, as each penetrating drive seized command of my muscles. “Shouldn’t make it … feel so damn good!”

“I should stop, then?”

“No! Please!” The sound that flew from my lungs was a cross between a mewling kitten and a braying donkey, as I sucked in a breath. Completely unattractive, but totally out of my control. I didn’t know why I wanted him to keep touching me, with my jeans half pulled down my ass, out in the open where some gang probably watched from the shadows, waiting to ambush us, but that was the thing about Ty. He made scary moments exhilarating. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”

Faster and faster he pumped, my juices leaking into my jeans, soaking his fingers. I clamped my eyes closed, stomach tight, tighter—oh, fuck, tighter. My thighs trembled, trying to hold off what was determined to pull me under. I clawed and trembled, fighting to stay afloat, as liquid pleasure rushed through my veins at a dizzying pace.

“I could fuck you like this, Sera. Right here in this parking lot.” He licked my throat and gave a tug of my nipple that sent me over the edge.

With an upward thrust of my hips, I screwed my eyes shut to the blinding explosion shooting up my spine. “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!”

My body shuddered against him, as he continued to finger me, holding my swollen nipple captive in a tight pinch.

A glistening layer of my arousal coated his fingers when he finally withdrew them, the urge to come a second time vibrating my thighs as I watched him shove two into his mouth.