Free Ride of Her Life: A Biker Erotic Romance by Emily Stone

 
    Ride of Her Life
     
    CHAPTER ONE
     
    Cecilia's hips rolled over Ray's groin, prompting a response from his already twitching dick. His face tightened and his lips parted, an open invitation Cecilia couldn't resist. She leaned down and crushed her mouth to his, hands reaching out to hold Ray's arms down when they began to move.
     
    “My play time, remember?” she breathed against his lips, bringing her hips up and off of him. Ray shivered and tried to move again. “Keep fighting and I'll have to punish you. Maybe I'll get off all on my own, leave you whining and hard.”
     
    Ray made a face, sparking Cecilia's laughter. He looked downright heaven-sent with his heaving muscles, glistening with perspiration and quivering beneath her touch. And already so hard, pressing against her thigh. Cecilia remembered his fingers inside her, plying her for the entire world to see in front of her apartment. No, it would be much more entertaining to drag him out for a while. She did just that, pressing her lips to his throat and sucking at the vulnerable skin, hips up and swaying above his cock without descending and giving him release. Her teeth grazed his flesh, his shudders shaking the bed beneath them, and Cecilia bit down hard. The way Ray arched up against her, pressed flush and scraping his nails down her ass, sent heat flooding between her legs and slicked her already wet thighs.
     
    His moan was even more incentive to continue, a ragged sound torn from his throat. High school hadn't been anything like this; Ray used to be gentle most days, and sometimes a little randy. But he was always in control, dragging Cecilia along for the ride. But in the ten years they'd been apart, she had picked up a few tricks of her own. She wondered briefly if any girl had ever been able to thoroughly possess Ray over the years—not that she cared about the past; she wasn't that type of girl.
     
    Besides, she'd fucked enough to know that occasional hookups weren't the same as sharing herself with someone she loved. And Cecilia loved Ray; the years hadn't dimmed her feelings. Rather, they seemed to have grown stronger.
     
    So when she released his throat and he collapsed to the sheets, fingers curled around her ass and squeezing, Cecilia had no need of further foreplay. She was hot, and aching, and she needed Ray inside her as soon as physically possible. Lapping at his lips, she slid a hand between them and circled his cock with slender fingers, her firm grip causing a jolt. Ray's hands had started to move up her sides, but she'd already positioned herself perfectly. With a sigh she sank onto him, sheathing him completely in a single motion and crying out at how deliciously he filled her .
     
    His cries mingled with her own as she worked her hips, rising on her heels and sinking back onto his hard cock, tightening around him when he slid out in small increments.
     
    Ray's hands found her breasts and had each pooled in his fingers, squeezing and catching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Cecilia shuddered, clamping down on him deep within her. His hips rose to meet hers, and they gasped and thrust against each other. Cecilia suddenly cinched her thighs against Ray's hips and rocked, undulating her hips and grinding him deeper inside, sending her pleasure through the roof.
     
    Stars burst in the back of her eyelids, and her orgasm built higher, eddying through her core and spreading through her body. She was already so sensitive from her previous exploits, his touch alone could have had her crying out. Ray was dragging her down against him, hips reckless and erratic. His pulse raced under her fingers when they piled across his chest, digging in for the ride. She bent to crush her lips to his when she felt his legs tense beneath her. They lay spread on either side, Cecilia pinned between them and impaled with all the desire of a man lusting for ten straight years. Ray's palms slid from her chest to her hips and he lifted her