The Ride

{Punching the button to take us down into the basement, leaning my back against the metal wall of the service elevator, letting the trundling vibrations ripple through me...thoughts on my brother Tohrment...glad of the distraction you suggested  keeping my distance...or we'll never make it to the garage...diamond eyes cutting up to meet your face} you sure about this?

*my slow nod sure, arms unfolding from across my chest as the elevator rumbles to a halt, one fang worrying my lower lip as I briefly stroke my hand down your arm...comforting, trying to ease the anxious fear for your brother* She'll cheer  you up...*leading the way past cars and SUVs, keys jangling in my grip* Are you sure? You can always ride bitch...

{the growl in my throat barely audible as I follow behind, spotting the shiny black Hayabusa on its kickstand next to the Escalade} You know I like to be in control, Tory {snatching the keys from your fingers with a smirk} Don't you trust me with your baby? {running my gloved fingers over the gleaming black paintwork with an appreciative growl} nice...

*whispering* I trust you with all my babies...*raising my voice* She's my girl...be good to her...I'll be your back warmer if you promise not to be a safety Nazi...*smirking as I watch you stroke the midnight body, fingering the helmet* you want?

{Shaking my head...free hand stroking your leather encased ass, flashing you a wicked grin} good deal Tory, let's put this baby through her paces, true {throwing one leg over the motorcycle, releasing the kickstand with the heel of my boot, curling my fingers around the handlebars and settling my ass into the leather seat, taking the weight of the machine   between my thighs, head whipping around to you with a fangy grin, patting the saddle behind me} climb aboard, bitch {winks}

*curling my lip in a fierce snarl as I stash the helmet beneath the Escalade, and mount the bike behind you, sliding my hips down the small seat until they are fused to your ass, my arms slipping beneath your jacket to encircle your waist, barely restraining the urge to bite you for your comment, fangs elongating dangerously in excitement* open her up baby...

{tongue curling over one fang watching your snarling mouth, skin heating under my leathers as you mould your curves into my back and your arms snake around my abs} Yes Mistress...{turning the ignition key and opening up the throttle, the Busa purring to life between our legs...the smell of gas fumes heavy in the air of the enclosed garage...revving her up   to a roaring snarl...grinning back at you, diamond eyes flashing} hold on tight Tory...we are going for a ride...

*eyes rolling, pushing my hair back from my face* Speed junkie...*flashing my fangs in answer to your grin, stomach tense with anticipation, the vibrating hum between my legs a familiar growl despite the seating arrangements, welding myself  to your spine* less chat more roar, warrior...we need to race tonight...*my lips kissing your shoulder, whispers* go...

{your voice barely audible above the revs of the engine, pulling away slowly, the Busa bucking between our legs, the automatic garage door barely high enough for head clearance before we are tearing out onto the slick roads of downtown Caldwell, opening up the throttle to a roaring growl, eating up the blocks towards the open highway, the cold wind    whipping through our hair, taking the turns fast, our bodies leaning as one into the tight corners, knees practically scraping the asphalt, letting the speed climb as we appraoch the open road of Route 22, leaving the city lights behind in a blur of speed. Feeling your grip tighten on my waist, shouting over my shoulder} are we having fun yet Tory?

*my heart a pounding drum against your spine, body heating beneath my leathers and corset as the bike shimmies between my thighs, taking the curves with rocket speed...my speed...leaving the city...everything behind, just you and my Busa...your words flying on the wind, snatched away to a whisper, my answer a small caress on your abs, hands gliding lower...so much more fun than riding alone, your muscular back keeping me safe from the whipping wind, shouting* faster!!!

{Laughing...swallowing the wind, eyes alive with the thrill of the speed as we hurtle down Route 22, tearing up the road burning rubber...the overhanging trees dissolving into a dark blur as we race by, pushing the Busa to her limits, the gauge on the speed dial wobbling close to the max, the engine snarling, a roaring beast between our thighs...swerving   suddenly into the middle of the road as your hands coast down to cup the straining arousal in my leathers...leaning into the turn...just barely righting the bike in time...heart a pounding hammer between my ears, shouting into the wind} Fuck Tory!!!

*an evil laugh ripping from my throat, my hands shaping the obvious bulge pushing against your zipper, hips rocking with the correction as you veer off track, exhileration pumping wild adrenaline through my veins, prompting the dangerous animal that lurks beneath my skin to unlock its cage and come out to play. With adept, quick fingers, your leathers are open, my icy hands warming themselves on the hard length of your shaft, wicked teasing coming to the forefront as I delve below the waistband, stroking you in the tight confines of the rough hide* You swerve...I stop...Keep driving, nallum...

Fuck!! {vicing the handlebars, thighs clamped to the vibrating gas tank, your frozen fingers curling around the pulsing heat of my erection...holy fuck...brain shorting out...chills racing up and down my spine...struggling to maintain a true course on the bike as we hurtle at blinding speed along the slick road}

*murmuring into the leather of your jacket* good boy...*fisting the straining length, sliding my hand over the sensitive  head, my thighs clenched tight over yours, gripping the bike with my lower body, leaning into the bends, my rhythm following the growling thrum of the bike, fingers flexing, palm gliding up and down in firm squeezing strokes* fuck...

{Fangs punching down on a roared growl as you work the length of my cock...gloved hand quaking...fisting the throttle, your cold hands an agonisingly erotic tease...adrenaline pumping through my veins, the rush of the speed, the thrill of your touch overpowering me...my control at snapping point...screeching to a tyre burning stop at the edge of the forest, the engine slowing to a growled purr, your hands still buried in my leathers...cutting the gas...snarling huskily over my shoulder} you better run Tory...I'm going to fucking eat you alive...

*eyes widening, heart skipping a beat at the erotic threat...snatching my hands back, taking the head start you provide as you refasten your leathers...off the bike, shitkickers flattening grass and leafy debris as I dart in the direction  of the forest, your growls reverberating through the silent night, animals hiding from the beast that was the bonded male...my body totally caught up in the flight instinct, arousal following swift on the heels of feminine fear as you chase me...your muscular warrior bulk tackling my slight, lithe body into the leaf cushioned ground of the forest*