14. Fourteen

Val

I look around at the circle of motorcycles and people. We’re all here to take our Basic Rider Course (brC). We have to take and pass the brC before we can legally ride a motorcycle. Once we pass the course, we can then have the motorcycle endorsement added to our driver’s license.

We’re in a huge parking lot with orange cones placed strategically. I look at the others who have signed up for this class. You can pick out the newbies like me, and then there are some younger people who look like they are already familiar with motorcycles.

How in the world did I allow Chase to talk me into this? I would much rather be on the back of his bike, holding on tightly to him.

Then I remembered he didn’t play fair. He caught me at a vulnerable moment. I told him I didn’t want a motorcycle and preferred riding behind him. He said taking this course would teach me how to ride safely behind him. It sounded logical at the time. He also had a point that if something happened, he’d feel better knowing I could legally drive a motorcycle.

I foolishly agreed. I’m sure that asking me between kisses while he had me flat on my back had nothing to do with my agreement. Only I know that I would have agreed to anything as long as he would hurry up and take me already. It was the night we got back from the Wild Riders club. That man loves to drive me crazy with his on-purpose, slow love-making. I smile, as it was definitely worth the wait.

I suddenly realize that I’ve been daydreaming about my sexy husband instead of paying attention to the instructor. Darn it. I shake off thoughts of Chase and listen to what the instructor is saying.

I look down at the lightweight bike they provide with the course, along with the assigned helmet.

“The hardest part, besides learning the clutch, is how to master turning your bike. Just turning the handlebars won’t do it. You have to use your weight to lean your bike into a turn.” As he gets a few worried looks, he smiles. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it with practice.”

“Great,” I mutter under my breath. I’ve already completed the necessary five hours of classroom time learning the basic safety rules. Next, I have ten hours of riding time before I can take the proper test. The course is spread out over two days.

“Okay, everybody, watch and learn...”

“Chase, I’m home.”

I hear him call from the other room, “Val, what did you think of your first day?”

“I... I know I’m going to regret admitting this, but... yes, I liked it.”

Chase comes around the corner with only a white towel around his hips, and he’s finally gotten a haircut. His black tribal tattoos stand out against his tanned shoulder. The smaller tattoo barely showing above the white towel makes me want to trace it down to where it curls around his hip.

Oh, Lordy. How can this sexy man be my husband? It feels suddenly very warm in the room.

“You liked it?”

“Yes. I liked it.”

“I knew it. I knew you’d like it.”

He picks me up and swirls me around the room.

By the time he puts me down, I’m laughing, and his towel is slipping.

My eyes automatically go to the falling towel. I see his defined abs, and his muscles stand out in hard relief. He has those lines on either side of his hips that make me want to swoon. The towel is now on the floor. And he’s um... big... and... oh my... getting bigger as I watch. His cock twitches from my attention.

I know I should pull my eyes away, but—

“Val?”

“Yeah?”

“Baby, you know we have tickets for the show tonight. We have to leave in thirty minutes if we want to make it on time.”

“Oh, thirty minutes. Of course. You’ll need to get ready–”

“I don’t think we’re going to make it to the show tonight, Val.”

“Oh?” I sound breathless even to myself.

He approaches me and lifts me into his arms. Every time he picks me up, it makes me feel petite and feminine. My legs automatically go around his naked hips. I let my hands roam over his hard body as he takes me into the bedroom.

Chase kisses me and then sets me down. He takes off my shirt, then my bra, and cups my full breasts. He brushes his thumbs over my nipples, and then his hand pushes down my pants, and I step out of my shoes to let my clothes fall to the floor, along with my panties.

Then I fall to my knees before him and reach out to touch his hard stomach. I finally get to trace my fingers lightly over the tattoo that curls around his hip bone. I feel his muscles tense, and then I cup his engorged cock in my hand. It twitches again in anticipation of what I’m about to do. I wrap my hand around his hardened length. He feels so smooth, like hardened steel wrapped in velvet, smooth yet hard at the same time. I stroke his entire length from root to tip. As I lean forward to take him fully into my mouth, I feel his hands fist in my hair.

I then begin to nibble and suck and stroke; I swirl my tongue along the slit. When I finally deep-throat him, I feel his hands involuntarily tighten in my hair. I relax my throat to take him fully. Then I move my head up and down, and I feel his hips as he surges against me.

Suddenly, I feel his hands under my arms, and he’s lifting me bodily up and placing me on the bed.

He crawls in beside me and then rolls onto his back. “Ride me, Val.”

He helps me position myself above his hips, and then I slide myself down onto his hard shaft. Once I’m fully seated on top of him, I lean back, and I hear him groan. His large hands cup my breasts, and then he slides his hands down to grasp both sides of my hips so he can guide me as I move. I rock forward and then back. I reach down and touch his chest. I rub my hands over his taunt abs as I pick up the pace.

As the tempo increases, I throw my head back. I feel my long hair as it streams down my back. I look down at Chase, at his face as he tenses. I’m so close, I can feel that flutter, and then suddenly, my entire body clenches over his body, and I feel his hands on my hips tighten.

Just as I’m coming down, his hands find my waist, and he rolls until I’m under him. Then he rises to his knees and grabs my legs and spreads them wide, wider still, and then he picks up my lower body to meet him as he stays on his knees. I’m helpless in this position, so I just hold on for the ride of my life as he pounds into me with purpose.

The angle he’s holding me in has him hitting that sweet spot inside of me. I feel my body start to tighten again, and then he’s joining me this time as we both find our release. He shouts his satisfaction into my hair, and I feel his weight on top of me. It feels good. He’s heavy, but for this moment, it feels right. Then he shifts most of his weight to one side, and I can breathe easier.

“Did you like that ride too, Val?” He asks in a teasing yet husky voice.

“You couldn’t tell Chase, or should I say Chaser?”

I hear him give a muffled laugh at my joke, and then I start to giggle. Soon, we’re both laughing hard.

“You know, we might still be able to make that show... or we could stay right where we are—“

I feel his lips on mine as I wrap my arms around his neck.