My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation
Chapter 78: The Bike Ride Into The Night

Chapter 78: The Bike Ride Into The Night

(Arata)

He twisted the throttle, the bike came to life like a black stallion as he smoothly backed it.

Off we went, with me holding onto his body, feeling the chiselled groves of his back digging into my breasts.

Once we left the parking lot behind, he sped up, making me gripping his body tighter. Like a professional biker, he zigzagged through the night traffic of Marica City.

The night wind whooshing past us, the buildings and the rest of the traffic becoming blurs of light. I could sense the vibration of the engine beneath me.

Like a dull hum.

My hair flew behind me like vermilion ribbons.

My heart raced like the bike, the danger of it—the thrill—the freedom and, most importantly, the trust I had in him to keep me safe.

The weather was taking a turn towards the winter so the wind was biting. I was glad for my jacket and the gloves Azul had given me or I would be freezing.

His heat seeped into me, keeping me warm against the chill of the night and I felt my heart going frantic.

Then he took a sharp turn from the busy road towards a more secluded one–the traffic thinned out and the road became narrow. Trees and shrubs replaced the buildings. Like a thin ribbon of grey, it stretched as far as I could see.

"You good, Phoenix?" He called out from the front, turning his head slightly.

"I am perfect," I shouted back over the heavy noise of the engine.

Azul eased off the throttle and the bike remarkably slowed down, purring like a black cat now.

"Spread your hands, let the wind carry your tensions and worries," he called back. The bike was now moving at a slow and steady speed.

I held onto his shoulders and pulled myself up, one leg at a time. Balancing my bent knees on the seat, I raised myself behind him. With my body against his and one after the other, I let go of his shoulders and spread my arms like an eagle’s wings. Ready to soar with the November wind.

Slowly I closed my eyes and raised my head towards the heavens. Letting everything disappear, only the rush of wind against my body, his warmth and the slow humming of his bike remained.

It was reckless—even dangerous but I didn’t care. All that mattered was this ride and to enjoy it with this mysterious man who was showing me the world from an angle I had never experienced before.

"Wooooohoooo!" I shouted at the top of my lungs and Azul snorted as he slowed the bike even further.

"Having fun?" He asked.

"Oh! Yes."

My eyes opened, and I glanced at the diamond-studded night sky. The heavens were truly beautiful. There was no moon today so the night wasn’t as bright.

"I am going to hold you, so don’t panic," he told me, and I glanced down.

Turning his body slightly, he grabbed my waist and pulled me forward.

"Hold my waist with your legs," he instructed as he slowly laid me down on the fuel tank, adjusting my hair so it wouldn’t fall down. It merely felt cold through my leather jacket.

Holding onto him I adjusted my legs and held onto his waist with them. Letting go of the front of his shirt I raised my hands above my head.

Now we faced each other, he balanced the bike with his left hand and reached with his right to open the zipper of my jacket.

What expressions did he hold on his hidden face?

Adrenaline surged through me while my body buzzed with excitement. The never-ending road, his bike and these artistic hands.

I wistfully stared while his hand crawled under my shirt and inside my bra; grabbing my full breast, he gave it a hard squeeze.

"Haaaa!" I instantly moaned, the cold leather against my warm skin felt extremely good as he began to masterfully play with my nipple while thrusting his body forward.

His hardness brushed against my wet core and I found myself inching further towards him. The road was dark, and there was not a soul in sight; it seemed like he had chosen this route on purpose.

"Do you want it? My beautiful curvy girl?" He shamefully asked, manoeuvring the bike and playing with me at the same time.

Here? On the bike? Is that why he left me wanting more earlier?

Was this his plan to take me on the bike?

He was insane and I fucking loved it.

That darkness inside of me craved someone like him, someone who brought a thrill to my life. With whom I could just throw caution to the wind.

That had to be the wildest sex ever and never even in a dream had I imagined doing it on a moving bike.

"....what if someone sees us?" I reluctantly asked, glancing around. There was not a soul in sight. Nothing had passed us for a long time.

"It’s the football World Cup final today, everyone is busy watching it or grabbing the last of autumn sales. No one is going to come here, and even if someone does, they won’t see a thing; we are not going to be taking our clothes off," he assured me and I was sold for this wildness.

What could go wrong?

Only a million things.

He could lose control of the bike.

We could fall.

Someone could catch us.

But did I care? I was surprised with my own answer.

Hell, no!

"I want to do it," I told him with a finality and he gave my peaked nipple a hard pinch as a reward for agreeing.

"You are amazing, you know that?" His guttural voice had me blushing deeply because of his praise. I tried to remain balanced on his slow-moving bike. The stars shone down on us as he instructed.

"Open your pants zipper and move your panties aside." His hand slipped down to my waist and pressed down, keeping me steady as I lowered my arms and unzipped my leather pants, moving my soaked panties to one side.

A cold rush of wind touched my warm and vulnerable softness and I almost whimpered from the feel.

"Now do the same with mine," he instructed next.

My hands trembled as I reached for his zipper and wished I could see what expressions he wore on his face instead of staring at the pitch-black helmet.

He lifted his hips a centimetre so I could easily pull down his zip.

Reaching inside I grabbed his throbbing hard member and released it from its restraints. It was hard like a rock.

"Reach into my pants’ pocket and extract the condom." I fumbled through his pocket and extracted the shiny packet. Ripping it open, I took out the rubber and covered his throbbing manhood. Like a stuffed sausage, it bulged, and I knew I wouldn’t get the image out of my brain any time soon.

Guiding it towards my entrance, I let him slip inside me while holding onto his hips so both of us could remain steady.

And then we met under the stars while riding a bike and became one as he filled me up.