9
Ryker
We made the three hour trip southward as the sun set to our right sending streaks of red across the sky. Until we arrived back at Pia’s apartment, darkness hovered above, any pinpricks of starlight hidden by the city’s lights.
Pia had pushed a bit on the ride back, her thighs brushing against my outer ones when unnecessary. Hardly by chance, too. While I’d fought off the need to flinch since we flew down a highway, the touch through clothing didn’t clench my stomach into knots like skin contact did.
My d**k f*****g loved it, that was for damn sure. f*****g thing strained for release, smearing pre-c*m inside my leathers like I hadn’t experienced since being a young punk checking out Mrs. Flaherty, our neighbor who’d loved to garden in crop tops and Daisy Duke’s.
I parked and cu
