10. Alice

10

ALICE

W e step out of the restaurant into the dimly lit parking lot. My heart flutters with anticipation as I imagine what Lars might have planned for us. But instead of passing me the helmet, he pushes me against the cool metal of his motorcycle, his eyes dark with desire.

He leans close, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers, "I want you, princess. Right here. Right now."

My breath hitches as I feel the hardness of his body pressing against mine. His hands find their way under my skirt, sliding up my thighs. I let out a soft moan as his fingers find my core, already wet and ready for him. After all, he made me fucking come while at the dinner table.

With a swift motion, he spins me around and bends me over the seat of his motorcycle. The cool leather against my skin sends a shiver through my body. He lifts my skirt, exposing my pussy to the night air because I'm not wearing any panties.

Then, without warning, his mouth is on me, his tongue swirling and teasing until I moan.

Lars's tongue teases me, swirling and flicking with expert precision. My hands grip the handlebars tightly as I bite my lip to stifle my moans. The sensation is overwhelming, made even more intense by the knowledge that we're out in the open. Anyone could walk by and see us, but the thought only adds to my arousal.

His fingers join in, thrusting inside me in perfect rhythm with his tongue. I can feel my climax building, my body trembling with anticipation. I'm so close, and he knows it. He looks up at me, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.

"You like this, don't you, princess?" He teases. "Being pleasured by me out here in the open, knowing someone could catch us any moment."

I whimper in response, unable to form coherent words. My body is on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release. And then, with a few more skilled flicks of his tongue, he pushes me over the edge.

My orgasm crashes over me like a wave, leaving me breathless and trembling. I clutch at the seat, my nails digging into his leather as I ride out the intense waves of pleasure. Finally, I slump forward, trying to catch my breath.

Lars steps back and yanks me with him, forcing me to my feet. He spins me around his, eyes glittering with a mixture of lust and something darker. I watch him reach for the zipper of his pants, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing out the anticipation. My eyes are drawn to the bulge, and I feel a rush of wetness between my legs.

With a swift motion, he undoes the zipper and reaches inside, pulling out his cock. It's thick and long, but that's not what makes me gasp. It's the piercing—a metal ring inserted just below the tip, glinting under the fluorescent lights of the parking lot.

"Do you like it, princess?" he asks, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "The piercing will be especially pleasing for you when I'm balls deep in your cunt."

I swallow, not quite sure what to say. The sight of his pierced cock is so fucking hot. I've never seen anything like it, and the thought of feeling that cold metal inside me sends a jolt of excitement through my body.

"It's—it's beautiful," I manage to stammer.

Lars chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through his chest. "It's all yours, princess. Get onto the bike and lie on your back, holding the handlebars."

Obediently, I do as he says, feeling the cool metal beneath my palms. My heart is hammering in my chest, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

He stares down at me as he climbs on, teasing me at first, rubbing the head of his cock against my slick folds, making me ache for more. I can feel the cold metal of his piercing, a tantalizing contrast to the heat between my legs.

"Do you want it, princess?" he asks.

"Yes," I whisper. "I want it."

"Tell me how much you want my cock." He demands.

"I want it so much. Please, Lars, give it to me."

With a growl, he thrusts forward, filling me in one swift motion. The sensation is incredible—the stretch, the burn, the cold metal sliding inside me.

I moan, my head falling back as I grip the handlebars tighter.

"That's it, moan for me like a good girl," he growls.

Goddamn, this man can melt me with words alone.

I can't help but rock my hips, trying to take him deeper. Lars holds me firm and glares down at me. "I'm in charge. Now stay still while I fuck you like you've never been fucked."

The handlebars dig into my palms as he thrusts with abandon. The night air is cool against my heated flesh, and the knowledge someone could call the cops on us if they see only makes me wetter. All I can focus on is the feeling of Lars inside me, the hard length of him stretching me, the cold metal sparking sensations with each thrust.

Lars's hands tighten on my hips, moving so fast and hard that the bike shudders. His breath is ragged, his control slipping as he gives in to the moment.

"You feel so fucking good, princess," he grunts. "Your tight pussy is milking my fucking cock..."

His words send another rush of heat through me, making me want to take him even deeper. I rock my hips with renewed fervor, seeking that perfect angle that will push me over the edge.

"That's it, princess, take it deeper," he urges. "Such a good girl."

Darkness suddenly surrounds me as Lars's hands leave my hips and grip my throat, squeezing gently. A rush of excitement hits me at this new sensation. His touch is firm and controlling, and it only serves to heighten my arousal.

He whispers dirty words. "That's it, princess, take it all. You like it rough, don't you? Being manhandled by me."

I can only nod, my mouth dry, my body throbbing with need. Lars's hand tightens, increasing the pressure to make my eyes water. It's not enough to make me panic, but it adds an edge.

"That's right, princess, you like it when I choke you a little. Makes your pussy wet, doesn't it?"

I whimper in response, my body arching. Lars's other hand finds my breast, squeezing and teasing my nipple until it's hard and aching. The combination of pain and pleasure is incredible.

"Please, Lars," I beg, my voice thick with want. "Don't stop. I want more."

He growls in response and moves faster, his cock thrusting so deep inside me. His hand on my throat tightens just a fraction more, making me feel lightheaded. It's a heady mix of sensations—the stretch of my body around him, the burn between my legs, and now the constriction of my airway. It's overwhelming and all-consuming, and I love every second.

He removes his hand from my nipple and rubs my clit in rough circles, bringing me closer to the edge. My body tenses, every muscle coiled tight as I hover on the brink of release. Lars's cock throbs inside me, his own control slipping as he gets closer to his peak.

"Come for me, princess," he demands. "Let me feel you cream all over my cock."

His words are all it takes to push me over the edge. I cry out, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. Lars grunts his approval, his cock twitching inside me as he spills himself into me, marking me as his own.

Lars's cock slips out of me as he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me so I'm sitting upright. We rest there for a moment on his motorcycle, breathless and sated. His hand loosens from my throat, allowing me to breathe freely again. His lips press a soft kiss against mine.

"Can you ride a motorcycle?" he asks.

"No, I can't," I admit, my cheeks hot thinking about steering this powerful machine.

He chuckles, and the deep sound reverberates through his chest, making my body anxiously buzz. "What a shame. I was hoping you could learn to straddle my bike and warm my dick with that sweet pussy while we ride."

His words make my breath catch. The idea is thrilling, and I can't deny the excitement surging through me.

"You'd let me ride your motorcycle?" I ask.

He smirks, his eyes glittering dangerously in the moonlight. "I'll do more than that, princess. I'll teach you how to ride it and cockwarm me at the same fucking time."

My cheeks flare with heat at his bold suggestion. I've never ridden a motorcycle before, and the thought of learning how to handle this beast of a machine and Lars at the same time is exhilarating.

"How would that even work?" I ask, my voice laced with curiosity. "I mean, physically, wouldn't it be, um...difficult?"

He chuckles, and his hands reach my hips, pulling me closer to him. "It's all about balance, princess. You just have to find the right position. And my bike is good for it since the seat is flat. One of the perks of a Triumph Bonneville."

I assume that's the bike we're on. Lars disentangles himself from me and tucks his cock back into his pants. I'm reluctant to separate from him, my legs feeling like jelly. He lifts me off the bike and hands me my helmet.

"For now, princess, you'll have to ride behind me. We'll work on your riding skills later."

I nod, taking the helmet from him and sliding it over my head, the padding soft against my skin. Lars helps me tighten the strap under my chin before pulling on his own helmet. The black visor obscuring his eyes makes him look even more mysterious. He swings his leg over the bike and settles into the seat.

"Get on, princess," he demands.

I mount the bike behind him, squeezing my arms around his waist.

Lars kicks the stand back with his boot. "You ready, princess?" he asks, his voice slightly muffled by the helmet.

"Yes," I reply.

With a low rumble, Lars starts the engine. The motorcycle roars to life beneath us, vibrating against my legs. I rest my cheek against his back as he drives us out of the parking lot toward Willow Creek.

The wind whips my hair back as we gain speed, and I feel a surge of adrenaline. I press myself closer to Lars, inhaling the scent of leather and musk that clings to him. The night air is cool against my skin, but the warmth of his body protects me from the chill.

As we weave through the streets, the town of Westbrook becoming a distance blur of lights and shadows, I relax into the ride. Despite the thrill of the wind rushing by and the knowledge that motorcycles are far more dangerous than cars, I feel safe.

"You doing okay back there, princess?" Lars calls.

I lean closer and shout, "Doing great! Don't stop!"

His laugh vibrates through his chest, and he accelerates, taking a turn a little faster than necessary, causing my heart to race. But I'm not afraid, not with Lars. I trust him, even as he pushes the limits.

I feel alive, every sense heightened, and I know this is just the beginning of our adventure together.

As we reach the outskirts of Willow Creek, Lars begins to slow, signaling our return to reality. I tighten my arms around his waist, not quite ready to let go, but as we pull up in front of my apartment building, I know it's time to dismount.

Reluctantly, I ease my arms from around his waist and climb off the bike, my legs a little unsteady. I remove my helmet, my hair tumbling around my shoulders, and turn to face Lars.

He kills the engine and removes his helmet, his eyes finding mine. "I'm coming in with you, princess. I hope you know that."

I smirk at Lars, tilting my head as I meet his intense gaze. "Oh, you think you're just invited in?" I tease, even though my heart is racing at the thought of having him in my space, in my bed.

Lars takes a step closer, his broad frame towering over me. "I don't think, princess. I know."

I bite my lip. "Well, aren't you presumptuous?" I retort, but there's no real bite to my words. We both know this is just a dance of seduction that we've been engaged in all night.

He reaches out, his fingers brushing against my cheek, trailing down my neck. I lean into his touch, my skin tingling under his fingertips. "You want me, Alice, just as much as I want you." It's not a question but a statement of fact.

I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. He's right, of course. I do want him, with an intensity that scares me a little. But I'm not ready to admit it, not yet. "You seem awfully sure of yourself," I manage to say, my voice a little breathy.

Lars's lips brush against my ear. "I am sure of myself, princess, for good reason. And I'm going to show that reason over and over again until you're screaming my name."

His words make me hot, and I know I'm fighting a losing battle. I want him, and there's no point in denying it any longer. "Well then," I whisper, my hand finding his. "I guess you better come in and show me."

With that, I turn and lead him into my apartment building, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. I know I'm walking a dangerous path, that Lars is a man who could consume me entirely. But now, with the memory of his touch still lingering on my skin, I can't find it in myself to care.