Page 75 of Savior
I grab onto the handle bars and sling my leg over the seat, watching Vanna, watch me, as I settle down onto the motorcycle. She’s wearing a naughty little smile as she seems to admire me on the bike. Reaching out to touch my hand on the throttle, she softly runs her fingers over my knuckles and between my fingers, then across the handle bar. I continue to stare at her as she slowly saunters around the motorcycle, never breaking physical contact with either me, or the bike, with that trailing finger. When she comes to stand beside me, her hand drops to my thigh, her fingernails digging lightly into the denim as she drags her hand up my leg. The sensation of her touch sets fire to my loins.
“What are you up to?”
“Just admiring the view.” She says behind me, rounding the back of the bike until she’s standing by my side where she started. “I’m going to come with you.”
“You can’t ride like that. Not in that long dress.”
“Yes, I can.” She smirks.
I watch her hike the cotton maxi dress up her thighs, bunching the material into one hand as she grabs onto my shoulder with the other. Stepping up onto the foot peg, she throws her leg over the motorcycle, lowering herself down in front of me. Facing me as she lifts her legs and drapes them over my thighs, she bends her knees and I can feel the toes of her boots hook around my shins, locking our legs together. She’s got one hand behind her on the gas tank, holding herself upright, so that we’re almost mouth to mouth. She’s still a few inches lower than me. Her other hand moves to the buttons just below her clavicle at the neckline of her dress. I watch as she slowly begins to undo them, until I’ve got an eyeful of her breasts. The gorgeous swell of soft, pale flesh encased within her black satin bra. I want to shove my face into her mouthwatering cleavage, now on full display.
“The first time I saw you on Serene, I thought you were the most dangerously attractive man I’d ever laid eyes on.” She says in that dick hardening, sultry voice. “So powerful... So masculine... So sexy.”
“Oh yeah?” I growl, placing my hands on her knees and slowly running them down her thick, smooth thighs. Pushing the fabric of her long sundress further up, until I can see her matching black panties, I sink my teeth into my lip for a moment, forcing myself to meet her lustful gaze once again.
“I used to think about how jealous I’d be of Serene, if she were a woman.” She says the words as if she’s confessing something shameful. “Your connection. How intimate you were with her. Watching you get on top of her and how she’d come to life beneath you, between your powerful thighs.” Her fingers skim down her body, until they come to rest upon my hand still gripping her leg. “The way you do with me, when you’re between my thighs... Bringing me to life beneath you.”
Jesus fuck… “That’s a very mutual feeling, doll.”
She guides my hand down further by my wrist, until my fingers touch that black fabric, damp with her telltale desire. Gently gripping the crease where her thighs meet her hips, I massage her with my thumbs over the satin, studying her every response. The way her breath hitches at my touch, then the way her breasts slightly heave as she breathes once again. She lets out a prurient little moan, her head lulling back, exposing her delicate throat to me, begging for my mark. Her long hair falls against the tank behind her. Her fingers press against mine between her legs, stroking me as I stroke her, seeking more from me.
“Your touch is pure magic, Dean.” She whimpers, bringing her chin back down to meet my eyes with her heated gaze. “Your hands are so gifted. So capable.” She licks her lips before she sinks her teeth into that bottom one, abusing it some more as her teeth rake across it. “Capable of creation... Destruction… Pain and… pleasure.”
I want to suck on that lip. Shove my tongue in her mouth and taste her. Fuck her the way we fucked on Serene that night. My heart pounds faster. My jeans tighten as she pushes my fingers inside the edge of her panties. She’s already slick, groaning as she rocks her hips slowly.
I’m going to come with you. I catch her meaning now. The ride she meant was a ride on my cock, on this bike. Another threesome with Serene. My touch is pure magic…Gifted and capable. Clever little Witch. I know exactly what she’s trying to do here.
“I fucking love you.” I growl, leaning forward to take possession of her mouth. She wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me back wildly as I grab her panties and rip the fucking satin wide open, shredding that thin barrier between us. As I bring my hands to my belt and fly, undoing them and freeing my cock, she holds onto me tighter, scooting herself closer to me. I wrap my arms around her, my hands gripping her ass to pull her up onto my erection. Entering her, I groan as she rocks on me, desperate to get me deeper inside. Her tongue thrusts into my mouth as I thrust up into her, my boots grinding down on the cement floor of my shop on either side of the bike.
She’s fucking me back, fast and furiously. Whimpering into my mouth, gripping me in every way she can. Her nails are digging into the leather on my back and shoulders as she works me to the brink of sanity. I don’t think she’s ever fucked me with such wild abandon before.
“Start her.” Vanna gasps against my lips. She kisses me deeper once more, before she loosens her grip around me to lean back against the tank, lifting her legs to hook around my waist now, keeping me inside her. “Bring her to life, Dean.” She encourages once more. “I want to come with you and Serene.”
I grab the sides of her ass and shift her slightly beneath me, now able to penetrate her to the hilt. I’m hesitant though, to fire up the bike. I continue to pound into Vanna, my fingers digging into the flesh of her hips, watching her gorgeous rack bounce a little further out of that bra each time I slam into her.
Her arms drop from my shoulders, to reach back and grip the handle bars. She arches her back, her chin tilting up as she begins to pant and moan Serene’s name, begging me to bring her to life.
It ain’t in me to deny her anything. Especially not when she’s taking my cock, writhing beneath me. Releasing one of her hips, I reach and hit the starter. The bike comes alive. Grabbing the throttle, I twist it, making the engine roar and rumble beneath us, the strong vibration running through our coupled bodies.
Vanna grabs my wrist, begging me to rev her again and again. I oblige as she slides her hand closer to the throttle, threading her fingers between mine as we twist the throttle together.
Moaning my name, she shudders beneath me, her legs clenching tightly around me as I pound in to her, lowering myself to take her open mouth once again. She kisses me back ardently, her tongue sliding against my lips before she captures my bottom lip between her teeth, giving it a quick suck before she releases it and pants against my mouth.
“Say her name.” she whispers, as if she’s desperate for relief, swiveling her hips and clenching around me. “Say it, Dean. She’s waiting. We’re waiting.”
“Serene...” I groan.
“Can you feel her?” Vanna moans. “I do, you’re both about to make me come.”
All I feel in the moment are my balls pulling tight, about to shoot a load into my hot little witch, doing her damnedest to work her magical mindfuck on me.
Vanna releases my hand on the throttle to snatch my face between her hands, forcing my eyes to lock with hers as she kisses me again.
“Say her name. Call her back to us.” She demands. “Keep saying it!”
She’s the fucking boss. I’ll say whatever the fuck Vanna wants, and so I do. She doesn’t let me go, her eyes burning into mine until we both explode together, Serene roaring beneath us.
She releases me and I rest my face against her pillowy chest, rising and falling as she catches her breath. Vanna strokes my hair, giving me a moment to catch my own as well, before she wiggles beneath me and tells me to let her up. I do, withdrawing, tucking myself back in and zipping up as I watch her climb off and refasten the buttons of her dress.
