Page 111 of Where Sinners Repent

And I want more.

The elevator doors slide open into the underground car park. Three bikes stand side by side. Ash’s has two helmets, one baby pink, with a white halo on the back.

There was a time I’d scoff at that. But now, looking at Shadow with two helmets strapped to it, I get it.

She hasn’t seen her new helmet yet. matte black with a thin metallic purple stripe around the base. She seems to be infatuated with Kaleb’s knife, so I hope she likes the matching colour.

My cock throbs at all the other items I picked up, stored safely in the saddle bag. I perch myself on the leather seat and arrange her until she’s straddling my lap before reaching into the bag, fingers wrapping around the butt plug. Since seeing her use one on Kaleb, I’ve been fantasising about her tight back hole.

She stirs, reaching for me. Her fingers curl around my leather cut.

Pressing the soft silicone against her lips, I whisper, “Suck.”

She moans softly, but her lips part. I dip the bulb against her tongue, eyes focusing on how her lips close around it and her cheeks hollow out. Slowly, I ease it out of her mouth. From this angle, I can easily stretch her pants open and slide the wet toy against her back hole.

When she feels it, her muscles tighten, those striking blue eyes blinking open.

“What are you...” Her words die off, replacing with a low groan as I shove the toy inside her with one, firm push. “Kai!”

She shudders, falling into my chest. In this quiet parking spot, the vibrations resound through the air as soon as I click it on, followed by her soft squeal.

“Fuck,” she groans, voice still drenched with sleep. Her eyes fall shut again. “Feels good.”

Why do I want to smile around her so much? I never fucking smile.

Reaching into the bag, I pull out my next item. A black ring gag, just the right size for me to slide a cock in.

I ease her off my chest, and she whines at the loss of contact.

“Open your mouth, Roxy,” I murmur.

She does, though nowhere near wide enough. This one will have her mouth stretched so wide it will quickly grow uncomfortable. After only minutes, she’ll be a dribbling, whining mess.

I hook the top of the ring behind her top teeth before stretching her jaw wider. The bottom of the ring slides behind her bottom teeth.

Her eyes fly open, pulling her head away from the intrusion, but I quickly work the strap around her head until it’s secured.

With her mouth stretched open and her frantic eyes, she looks like my wet fucking dream.

She tries to speak, but of course, nothing comes out. I use the opportunity to slide her new helmet on over her head, effectively shutting off any way for her to communicate.

Soon we’ll be able to hear her whine and groan and slobber all over herself through our Bluetooth helmets. Not blowing a load in my pants during the ride will be the real mission.

The elevator whirrs to life, being summoned back to the penthouse. Sleepy fucker. Took him long enough.

By the time it’s opening again, revealing a glassy-eyed Kaleb with mussed hair, I’ve revved my bike to life and have her wrapped around me. He glares at me, but makes his way over to his bike anyway, pulling on his own helmet.

With a strong rev, the motor roars and shakes beneath us, and my girl moans through the speaker. A garbled moan. The vibrations from the seat add to the ones in her ass. By the time we get to where we are going, she’s going to be a mess.

“Where are we going?” Kaleb grunts, his voice crystal clear through the helmet as he swings his leg over the seat.

I don’t answer, tearing off into the dark morning, the air icy enough that Roxy clings tighter to my back, her arms wrapped around my torso. She fidgets the entire time, that plug tormenting her just the way I like.

The city is sleeping and the roads are empty. It’s four in the morning on a Sunday, and all the sane people are in their warm houses.

Perfect time for us.

With no one around us, I can go as fast as I want. Wind whips and tears around us. Kaleb and I weave through the roads. Streetlights flash overhead in quick bursts of gold, reflecting off the black paint on my bike before disappearing in a flash.