He was in a pair of dark, fitted jeans and a plain white tee with the sleeves rolled once. His black aviators hid his eyes and he held out a helmet for me.
"Meet my baby, Roxanne." He gave me a charming smile and I giggled as I walked towards him.
"She has a name, does she?" I grabbed the helmet and put it on my head.
"She does." V chuckled and patted the b***h seat. "Climb on."
I swung my leg over the bike and got comfortable on the seat. He took my hands and placed them around his waist, asking me to hold on tight. I had never been on the back of a bike before and the purr of the engine between my thighs was alarming and enticing at the same time.
I gasped and gripped around his waist tighter as I tilted my hips back more, letting the bike vibrate between my thighs. He turned up th
