A Little F a s t e r
He kicks the bike into high gear, almost squashing the accelerator to the floor. Having ditched the safety helmet, wind screams in his ears. His eyes do not stream, undeterred as he leans behind the slight window shield. The engine snarls. Beneath him, fields and trees develop into emerald and golden streaks. The landscape is nearly indistinguishable. A snicker catches in the back of his throat as he watches the lights of Alfea College fade in his rearview mirror.
Behind him, she laughs and leans flush against his back, arms securely around his middle, encasing his fluttering stomach. Her hungry eyes take in the way this vehicle has altered her world. The whipping wind toys with her dark hair, tugging in every direction he steers. She snags a fistful of his skin tight shirt. Body suddenly trembling, he feels her hot, moist breath sliding down the nape of his neck. His heart lurches, threatening to splinter his ribcage.
Suddenly, he is overwrought with fear. Perhaps they are traveling too fast. A clear and present danger engulfs his mind as he realizes she could be staring down the teeth of death. She could be bucked off, dragged, flipped over, crushed…
Her life is not worth the visceral rush.
Easing up on the pedal, his hands clench the handle breaks. But she has influence over him. Freezing fingertips skim over his cheeks, quick to tangle in his magenta hair. Her lips brush over the junction of his shoulder and neck in a feathery kiss.
His bike makes a sudden dip and he fights for control.
A devious giggle heats his neck as she traces his firm jaw. Stubble pricks the pads of her smooth fingers, a thrilling and delicious contrast. They begin to roam over his hauling chest; one hand riding down the length of his arm, the other teasing the hem of his muscle lined shirt.
He feels her tongue slowly flick from her lush lips and catch his earlobe, trailing into the hollowed shell. She pulls out to whisper in a lust laden voice,"Faster, Riven. Just a little faster."