__Motorcycle Ride__
By Andrea
Willow could feel the wind on her face and she
tightened her arms around Ripper even more. They were
taking a leisure ride on his motorcycle.
When Giles told her that he owned one, she was
surprised. She didn't think he was the type to have
one and unfortunately or fortunately, she said this to
him. The minute she said that, he got this look on his
face that caused her to gasp.
The Ripper look.
Devilish and wicked. The look both frightened her and
enthralled her. He, then asked her if she wanted to go
for a ride the next day, which she accepted readily.
So, as she waited for him outside of her dorm, her
mouth dropped open in shock. He stood there, leaning
casually against a shiny, black Harley Davidson.
However, it was the outfit that shocked her. He had on
a black leather jacket with a tight black T-shirt
underneath, highlighting his chest nicely. She looked
lower and gasped.
He had on form-fitting black leather pants that seemed
to mold, almost caress his legs, showcasing the
strength and power of his legs.
Tearing her hot eyes from his pants, she glanced up
and saw that his hair was done kind of spiky, and he
had no glasses on. He looked yummy.
He looked up in time to see her staring at him and he
flashed her a wicked grin, his own eyes giving her the
once over as well.
He whistled."Nice skirt, love. But I don't know how
you're gonna manage to sit on the bike, though." he
said and she noticed his accent change also. More lazy
sounding, less refined.
Shaking herself out of her reverie, she realized what
he had said. She totally forgot that she would be
straddling the bike.
"Should I change?"
He smiled sexily, looking her over again. Willow
thought she was going to permanently turn red from all
the blushing she was doing.
"Nah. You'll be fine, love." he told her, as he swung
his leg over the bike. As he did this, Willow noticed
how the leather seemed to tighten even more, giving
her a nice view of his firm behind,and she wanted
nothing more than to squeeze him with her hands.
He turned to her and asked,"Coming?" She nodded,
swinging her leg over as well, while he balanced the
bike making it easier for her to mount.
Once she got on, she shifted to make herself
comfortable, tugging her skirt down, which had risen
up indecently on her thighs.
Ripper turned around, "Comfortable?"
"Yeah", she looked around. "Where should I put my
hands?"
"Well, you can grasp the handles on the side or.." he
grinned devilishly, "You can grab me."
Willow gulped and felt herself blush yet again. The
thought of her arms around his strong chest was
turning her insides to jelly.
"Umm....maybe I should just hold the handles." she
said softly.
"Suit yourself. However, I will be going on the
freeway so you might feel safer holding onto me." Her
eyes widened and she realized he was right.
She hesitantly put her hands on his waist, "Giles,
like this?"
"No. Around me. Don't worry, I don't bite.", he turned
and gave her a sexy grin. "Or do I?"
She gulped and wrapped her arms tighter around him. He
started up the engine and said, "By the way, call me
Ripper."
And with that he took off.
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Willow's mind came back to the moment. The ride had
been peaceful so far. And it was made even better by
holding on to Ripper. She felt safe and secure,
holding on to him when the wind got too fierce. When
that would happen, Willow would bury her face in the
strong of his back and hug him tighter. When she did
that, she was sure she heard him moan. She idly
wondered if she too was having an effect on him, the
way he had on her.
As she came out of her thoughts, Ripper pulled to the
side and stopped.
"Here we are, love."
"Wow!" Willow had never seen anything so breathtaking
in her life. She hopped off and ran to the edge.
They were parked up on Mullholland Drive. From where
they were at, they were overlooking the city. Willow
could see skyscrapers towering over the city and
billboards advertising the latest fads. To Willow, the
city seemed to stretch for miles and miles.
Turning around, she noticed Ripper had changed his
position on the bike.He was leaning, his back pressed
against the handles. His legs were spread, causing the
leather to tighten more than probably the manufacturer
intended. One foot propped up on the seat and the
other dangled off the side. He was grinning
lecherously at her.
"Breathtaking, isn't it?"
She nodded and walked over to him, her hips swaying
slightly. Stopping in front of him, she cocked her
head to the side and asked, "Ripper, why did you bring
me here?"
"Why do you think?"
"I don't know," she took him in, his lustful smile and
seductive body language. Not to mention the fact that
he was looking at her like a lion spotting his prey.
"Maybe because you're trying to seduce me?"
"Is that what you want me to do?" he asked, his eyes
dark. "Seduce you?"
She looked him over, her smile a combo of lust and
playfulness. Meeting his eyes, she asked, "That
depends. Do YOU want to?"
He grinned lazily, "Does my answer affect your
answer?"
"Maybe." she smiled slyly, this time her eyes roaming
up and down his body. Ripper felt himself start to
harden at her wanton gaze, his arousal heightening
even more.Returning her gaze with one of his own, he
subtle licked his lips, grinning even more when he saw
her blush.
Dropping his leg to the ground, he straightened up
somewhat,"If I say yes.., " his speech impaired, due
to the soft touch of her fingers against his lips.
In amazement, Ripper watched as Willow, smiling
sexily, threw her leg over so that she was straddling
the bike. The position caused her skirt to rise almost
to her hips, giving Ripper a peek of her underwear.
Swallowing hard, he watched as she seductively leaned
back, her hands grasping the chrome handles. Thrusting
her breasts out slightly, she tilted her head back a
little, her entire body exuding sensuality.
Swinging her legs , so that one foot was lightly
touching his leg, she answered, "What do you think?"
her smile daring him, taunting him.
Unable to stand her teasing and the persistent ache in
his groin, Ripper pounced forward, grabbed Willow by
the waist and sat her firmly on his lap. They both
groaned at the immediate contact, each one longing for
the other.
Pulling her flush against him, Willow wrapped her arms
around his neck, shifting to get more comfortable.
Ripper groaned as her heat was pressed against his
now rock hard erection.
"Ripper, aren't you going to kiss me?" she asked in a
seductive pout.
He grinned ferally before lightly brushing his lips
over hers, his tongue darting out teasing her lips.
Willow whimpered and tried to push his mouth harder
onto hers.
"Ripper..." she begged.
He chuckled, "Impatient aren't we?" She gave him a
withered look and grinded down on him.
Growling, Ripper crushed his lips to hers, biting and
sucking until she opened for him. Invading
immediately, he tangled his tongue with hers, each one
attempting to dominate. The kiss became feral and
frenzied.
Her hands ran up and down his back, sometimes tangling
in his hair, tugging on it. He tightened his hold on
her, crushing her to him, one hand on her behind, the
other tangled in her hair holding her in place.
They would separate then return more passionate than
before. Their heads would tilt from one side to the
other, as if trying to grab the other's lips from
every angle. As their passion grew, the biting and
sucking, the nipping and licking grew rougher, harder.
They were devouring each other.
After a while, when air became a necessity, the kiss
broke, each one panting harshly. Staring into her
glazed eyes, Ripper said, "Love, i don't think I can
take anymore."
Willow nodded in understanding. "Me neither."
Removing one hand from her waist, he slipped it under
her skirt. feeling the wetness of her lace panties, he
groaned deeply. Hearing her chuckle, he grabbed the
waistband and yanked it down, ripping her underwear in
the process.
She gasped and Ripper just shrugged, smiling . Lifting
her slightly, he slid what was left down her smooth
legs.
While he was doing this, Willow reached down to his
pants. Fumbling with the zipper, she finally managed
to unzip them. Grabbing the waistband, she tugged the
leather repeatedly, urging him to help. Understanding,
he lifted his hips and she pulled them down, only as
far as needed, then gasped her body heating up even
more.
He wasn't wearing any underwear.
He grinned. "Surprised?" She nodded.
Smiling wickedly, he lifted her up and impaled her on
his cock, "I'm full of surprises." he said, huskily.
"So am I." she answered, as she rose up and sank down
slowly teasing him. Smiling like the cat that just ate
the canary, Willow repeated the movement, tilting her
head back, moaning deeply.
Growling, he grasped her waist, pulling her down hard
as he raised up. Willow groaned at the contact and
started to increase her thrusts, pushing against him
so that his cock rubbed against her clit with every
thrust.
Ripper felt his body grow with lust as her muscles
squeezed his shaft tighter and tighter with each
stroke. Finding her lips, he plunged his tongue into
her mouth, imitating with his tongue what they were
doing with their bodies. As her climax neared, Willow
pushed against him like a wild woman, not caring if
anyone saw or heard them.
"Ripper.." she whispered longingly in his ear.
That was enough for him.
In one swift movement, he thrust upwards burying
himself to the hilt. "Oh!" she screamed, sinking her
teeth into his neck, as his orgasm and hers exploded
together.
They were both trembling as wave after wave ripped
through them, their pleasure reaching new heights.
Spent, Ripper rested against the handlebars with
Willow falling forward onto his chest. Reaching up,
his hand stroked back the damp strands of hair from
her face, while Willow tightened her arms around him.
After a while, Willow raised her head to look at him.
He smiled at her, his eyes filled with tenderness.
"Yes,love?"
"Now, aren't you glad I wore a skirt today?" she
asked, grinning slyly.
He raised an eyebrow questioningly. "I'm beginning to
wonder if you planned on this happening." He tilted
her chin, "Hmmmm?"
She smiled cunningly, "I told you I was full of
surprises."
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