Page 17 of Stick Around
She waited for a break in Ashley’s story before interrupting. “Ash, I’m so sorry, but I should get heading home. It’s getting pretty late.” She reached in to give her a hug.
Ashley squeezed her back. “Okay, well, it was great catching up with you. I’m so glad you’re home.” As she hugged Ashley, she watched Billy hand out fist bumps and back slaps, and her pulse raced.
She fumbled for her keys, her heels clicking on the pavement as she hurried to her car. She clicked her seat belt and her phone buzzed in her purse.
Billy:Meet me behind the old pharmacy.
She got there first.Heart racing, she turned the ignition off and sat in the dead silence of the edge of town. Her skin tingled.
Within a minute, she heard the low rumble of Billy’s motorcycle coming down the street, and her ears followed it around the corner and down the alleyway until it came to a growling stop beside her. Billy pulled his helmet off and held it toward her car window, gesturing for her to hop on.
Grace’s legs wavered as she got out of her car and took the helmet.
“Put it on,” he said.
She shivered as she pulled the heavy black helmet over her hair.
“What do I do?” Her voice shook.
“Just hop on behind me.” Grace approached the bike hesitantly, looking for a place to hang on. “Put your hand on my shoulder for balance.”
She placed her hand on Billy’s shoulder and allowed the steadiness in his body to course through hers. She swung her leg over the seat and positioned herself behind Billy, his body forcing her thighs further apart than she would ever allow herself to sit in a dress.
“Perfect,” he said. “Now put your feet on these.” He slid his hand down her calf, finding her foot and lifting it to sit on a metal post protruding from the bike. She shivered against his back. He looked back over his shoulder. “Are you cold?”
She shook her head.
He grinned, and the pitch of his voice dropped. “Should I help with your other leg, too?” Grace felt herself growing warm and slick against the engine rumbling between her legs.
“Yes, please.”
Billy reached back, gripped the outer side of Grace’s thigh, and pulled it up. He walked his fingertips along her flesh, moving from her thigh to her calf and landing at her ankle. He placed her second foot on the peg, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he wound his fingers around her ankle to the inner side of her leg.
Grace shuddered out a breath. The sensations against her skin alternated between the soft warmth of Billy’s fingertips and the electric shiver of his fingernails as he worked his hand up her leg. She closed her eyes to savor each dwindling second as his touch reached her knee and she waited for him to return his hand to the throttle.
But he didn’t.
Grace’s spine rolled up her body as Billy’s fingers turned the corner and began tracing up her thigh. His hand slid under the hem of her dress and she pressed her lips together to keep from moaning as the five points of each fingertip dug, grazed, tickled, and climbed her thigh. Billy’s arm was behind his back by the time he reached the silky fabric between Grace’s legs. He ran his fingertips along the elastic edge, teasing, and Grace pressed herself against his hand, her body pleading for more.
Billy looked back over his shoulder, catching Grace’s gaze and holding it, unblinking, as he tugged her panties to the side. Between the chill in the breeze, the low rumbling of the engine beneath her, and the anticipation of Billy’s touch, Grace’s entire body trembled. She reached back, grasping her seat to steady herself.
Finally, Billy slid three strong fingers along Grace’s eager sex, probing her opening before gliding up to tease her clit. She gasped before biting down on her bottom lip to silence herself, and Billy’s eyes flashed. He lifted his hand to his mouth and smiled at the slick wetness on his fingers. He turned his gaze back to Grace before licking her from his middle finger.
Billy took the throttle in his fist and pulled, causing the engine to roar between Grace’s legs. “Can you feel that?”
She nodded, breathless.
“Can you feel it here?” He reached back again and dipped his middle finger into her; pressed the heel of his hand against her swollen clit.
“Yes,” she cried out.
“Good.” He stroked inside her as he spoke. “Listen to me. I am going to take you home now. I’m going to take you home because I see you biting that juicy lip, trying to be quiet. So, I’m taking you somewhere you can scream. And I will make you scream, Grace. Until your throat is fucking raw.” Her body clenched around Billy’s fingers and she choked out a ragged breath.
“I know you’re ready. I can feel you about to come on my fingers. But you have to wait. We’ll be alone soon and you can come on my fingers and my tongue and dick. Over and over. Until then, keep your beautiful, wet pussy pressed against this seat, okay?” She nodded helplessly as he dragged his hand away. “Put your arms around me and hang on.”
Hang on.
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