18. Lars

18

LARS

R evving my motorcycle's engine, I feel the power surge beneath me. Alice clings to me, her chest pressed against my back. As we speed through the streets, I guide the bike effortlessly, my years of experience shining through.

Pulling into an abandoned industrial park, I slow the bike to a stop. The area is secluded, perfect for my plans. I turn to Alice, a mischievous glint in my eye. "Time for your first lesson, princess," I say.

Dismounting the bike, I help Alice off, her legs a little unsteady. I can see the excitement and apprehension in her eyes, and I can't wait to push her boundaries. "Tonight, you're going to learn how to ride my bike," I tell her, my hand resting possessively on the small of her back.

"Really?" she asks, eyeing the bike nervously.

She takes a step back, shaking her head. "No way. I can't ride this thing by myself, let alone?—"

I cut her off with a smile. "Ah, but that's the best part, princess. I'll be right behind you, guiding you. My body will be pressed against yours, and you'll feel my cock inside you as we ride together."

"You're crazy," she breathes, her eyes widening at the image my words create. "I thought you were joking when you mentioned that."

I take a step toward her. "I don't joke about these things. This is something I want to share with you. An experience that will bind us together." I pause, seeing the uncertainty on her face. "Unless you don't want to, of course. It's your decision, princess."

She bites her lip, her eyes darting away before returning to meet mine. "No, I want to," she says, her voice steady despite the tremble in her body. "I trust you."

My heart skips a beat at her words. With her unwavering spirit, this fiery woman is offering me her trust. I am responsible for honoring that trust, even as my desire burns hotter.

I gently take her hand and guide her toward the bike. "All right, princess. Let's get you comfortable on the bike first. We'll take it slow and add my dick in that tight little pussy once you've got the basics down."

I help her straddle the motorcycle, thankful I've got the classic Triumph Bonneville with a pretty flat seat. On a different bike, getting my dick in her cunt wouldn't be possible, with the back seat being way higher than the front.

Her legs dangle on either side, her body stiff with nervousness. I position myself behind her, my chest against her back, and wrap my arms around her waist. Slowly, I reach down and guide her hands to the handlebars.

"Just relax and get a feel for the bike," I murmur in her ear, my lips brushing her skin. "When you're ready, we'll start it up, and I'll guide you through the motions."

Alice shifts nervously on the bike, her hands gripping the handlebars tightly. "Okay, I'm ready," she says.

I lean in close, my chest pressed against her back. "Just take it slow at first," I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. "Ease off the clutch and give it a little gas on the throttle."

She nods, biting her lip in concentration. The bike rumbles to life beneath us as she releases the clutch and presses the throttle. I wrap my arms around her waist, steadying her as the bike lurches forward.

"Easy there, princess," I say with a chuckle. "Use a lighter touch on the throttle."

"Right, sorry," she says. "Like this?"

The bike moves forward more smoothly, and pride swells within me. "That's it, you're getting the hang of it. Now, give it more gas and guide us across the lot."

Alice twists the throttle, and we pick up speed. The bike wobbles slightly, but she quickly corrects her grip on the handlebars. "I've got it!" she exclaims.

"Damn right, you do," I say, my hands sliding down to her hips, guiding her body as we move across the tarmac. "You're a natural, princess."

She laughs, the sound so sweet it makes my chest ache. As we reach the far end of the lot, she slows the bike to a stop. Our legs come down to steady us on the bike, and her chest heaves with exhilaration.

Leaning forward, I nuzzle her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. "How about we take it for another spin?" I purr, my fingers tracing the curve of her hip. "This time, I'll be inside you, filling you up as we ride."

Alice's body arches against mine. "Yes, please." she breathes, her voice thick with desire.

She moans softly as I brush her hair aside, my lips teasing the sensitive skin of her neck. "Are you sure you're ready for my cock, princess?" I murmur, my hand sliding down her thigh, inching her dress up.

"Yes," she murmurs, her voice husky with anticipation. I adore how easily she surrenders to me.

She gives me the perfect angle by arching her back and shifting forward slightly. I guide my hard cock to her entrance, feeling the heat radiating from her core. It takes a bit of maneuvering, but I slip inside her, slowly filling her up.

She gasps, tensing momentarily before relaxing as she adjusts to my size. "You okay, princess?" I whisper, my lips moving against her ear.

"Mmm, yes," she responds. "It's just—intense with the rumble of the engine too."

Squeezing her hips, I begin to move, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being embedded deep within her. "I know it is, but you're doing great. Just relax and feel me stretch you open."

She moans as I begin to thrust, my cock gliding in and out of her wet heat. "Oh, fuck," she breathes, her body moving with mine, meeting my thrusts with the eager rock of her hips.

"That's it, princess," I encourage, my hands gripping her hips tighter. "Take all of me."

Our bodies move in unison, the bike rumbling beneath us as if it, too, is part of our rhythm. I lean forward, my mouth close to her ear. "Now drive the bike back across the parking lot for me while I'm inside you."

Alice whimpers, and I feel her grip tighten on the handlebars. I continue to thrust gently, my cock sliding in and out of her, the piercing bumping against her sweet spot with each movement. Her body shudders as she tries to focus on driving. Still, the sensations I'm eliciting from her are clearly a distraction.

"Fuck, Lars," she breathes, her words catching in her throat as she pushes down on the throttle, making the motorcycle jump forward jerkily. "It feels so good, but I'm afraid I'll drop your bike."

I smile against her neck, my hands sliding up to cover hers on the handlebars. "I've got you, princess. Just a little further."

She moans softly as I guide her hands, helping her steer the bike while still thrusting gently, my body moving with hers. The rumble of the engine vibrates through both of us, intensifying the sensation of my cock buried deep inside her.

Alice whimpers, her body tensing as she nears her peak. "I'm close," she pants, her breath hot against my neck.

"Come for me, princess," I encourage, my lips brushing her ear. "Let me feel that sweet pussy clenching down on my cock while you ride my bike and my dick at the same fucking time."

With a cry, she obliges, her body shaking as her orgasm washes over her. Quickly, I grab the handlebars and force the bike to a stop, feeling her pussy clench rhythmically around my cock, milking me, and I spill myself into her right then and there.

Alice is a fast learner, and I intend to teach her much more.

"You're fucking perfect, princess," I tell her, my voice rough with desire. "A good learner, too."

She glances at me over her shoulder, and her cheeks are flushed. I love how responsive she is to my every touch and word. It fuels my need to possess her and brand her as mine.

"What's our next lesson, then?" she asks, her eyes sparkling.

I smirk, leaning in close so that my lips brush her ear. "For now, we're done. But we'll ramp it up a step next time, princess. Next time, I'm going to fuck your ass while you ride."

She gasps, her body tensing at my words. "No one's ever fucked my ass before," she admits.

I trail my fingers down her neck, enjoying how she shivers at my touch. "Good. That means I'll be the first and only. It'll be easier because your ass is higher up," I pause, letting my words sink in. "Think you can handle that, princess?"

She bites her lip, her eyes clouding with desire and apprehension. "I can try."

"Atta girl," I encourage, gently pulling out of her and helping her off the bike. I pass her the helmet, my eyes never leaving hers. "Now, I want you to drive us back to town."

She hesitates, her gaze flicking from the bike to me. "Are you sure? I don't want to mess up your bike."

I give her a reassuring smile. "I trust you, princess. Just take it slow and follow my instructions. We're not in a race."

She nods, determination shining in her eyes. "Okay, let's do this."

Alice slips on the helmet, and I smile while I watch her straddle the bike. Once she's on, I join her, pressing my body against her back. My arms wrap around her waist, guiding her hands to the handlebars. "Just relax and focus on the road ahead," I murmur. "Let's get you back home."

She nods, her grip tightening on the handlebars as she twists the throttle. The bike roars to life beneath her, and she eases off the clutch, the motorcycle moving forward smoothly.

"That's my girl," I say, my hands sliding down to rest on her thighs. "Keep it slow and steady."

She follows my instructions, her confidence growing with each moment. As we navigate the streets back to her apartment, the bike purrs beneath us, a powerful machine in the hands of a powerful woman.

Alice is a natural-born biker babe, and I can't wait to explore this side of her further—a side that only I get to see.

Back at her apartment, I help her off the bike, unable to keep my hands off her. "You did great, princess," I whisper, my lips claiming hers in a passionate kiss.

Breathless, she pulls away. "Really? You're not just saying that?"

I chuckle, pulling her close so that our bodies are pressed together. "No, baby. You impressed me out there. And I can't wait to see what else you can do."

She shivers, her hands resting on my chest. "You mean—with the riding lessons?"

I nod, my hands sliding down to cup her ass. "Among other things," I say. "But right now, we should continue our lesson inside."

My cell dings then and I curse under my breath when I see the text from Ty.

Lars. Get the fuck back here now. Where the fuck are you?

"What's wrong?" Alice asks.

I shake my head. "The boss has noticed my absence and wants me back at the carnival immediately." I give her a quick kiss. "Rain check?"

She nods. "Okay, but as long as I see you tomorrow."

I smirk. "You've changed your tune, haven't you, princess?"

Her lips purse together, and she flushes a pretty pink. "I guess so."

"Good. I "'ll see you tomorrow." Giving her a long and deep kiss, I tear myself away from her without another look back and mount my bike, heading for the carnival. This better be good. As Ty has just fucking cockblocked me, even though I've fucked my girl twice tonight, it's not enough. I always need more.

Once I get back to the carnival, I head toward his office and storm inside, anger coursing through my veins. "What the hell is it?" I demand, not bothering to hide my frustration.

Ty leans back in his chair, his expression grim. "The Blackwoods wanted the product to expand into Carlo's territory on the outskirts of Ravenwood. Basically, Carlo's pissed that we got Xavier so much product."

I curse under my breath. "Fuck. I thought we had an agreement with Carlo. What the hell are the Blackwoods thinking?"

Ty shakes his head, his eyes narrowing. "They're getting greedy, Lars. Xavier Blackwood sees an opportunity to expand, and he's taking it, regardless of the consequences."

I pace the room, my mind racing with the implications of this new development. "So, what now?"

Ty sighs, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the desk. "We have to pick a side, but it could bring some shit down for us."

I nod firmly, my jaw set in determination. "It's a no-brainer, Ty. We go with the Blackwoods. They're paying much more per kilo than Carlo ever did, and they're our biggest buyers by far."

Ty exhales slowly, running a hand over his face. "I know, I know. It's just...this shit is getting bigger than I ever expected, man. I'm worried we'll get pulled into an all-out war between the Blackwoods and Carlo's crew."

I shake my head. "We've got this under control. The Blackwoods pay better, plain and simple. As long as we keep things tight and don't get sloppy, there's no reason Carlo should even know we're involved in their supply."

I can see the doubt flickering in Ty's eyes, but I press on . "Listen, we're professionals, yeah? We've been doing this for years without any major issues. The Blackwoods are our meal ticket right now. We cut them off, and our whole operation could go to shit."

Ty nods reluctantly. "Alright, alright. We go with the Blackwoods for now. But we gotta be extra careful from here on out. Any sign of heat from Carlo's side, and we pull the plug, got it?"

I nod in agreement. "You got it, boss. We'll keep a tight leash on this whole thing. The last thing we need is some turf war fucking up our carnival."

Something tells me we've got a shitstorm heading our way. I should have known the Blackwoods were up to something, doubling their order. But all of us were blinded by the cash.