Chosen

Chapter Four - Riding (with) Him

|| Capella ||

When the last bell rings, I sprint out to the front of the school. Jason is waiting for me beside a large, black motorbike.

"Hey Cappie," he says. "Wear this." He hands me a motorbike helmet, which I hastily put on.

"What about you?" I ask. "What will you wear?"
"Don't worry about me," he replies. "Danger is my middle name."
"Is it really?"
"Yes. Jason Danger."
"What about your surname?"
He stares at me, his eyes the colour of pickles on a burger. "I don't have a surname."

He straddles the motorbike and invites me to sit behind him. When I do, he glances back at me. "You good there?" he asks. I nod. I am not good. "Hold on tight," he says. Before I begin to process his words, he starts the engine and we ride off.

I gasp as I grip onto his abdomen. He chuckles before I realise that I am clasping onto his abs for dear life. All eight of them. "Oh!" I exclaim. "Your shirt is very, uh... smooth." 
"What shirt?"

My eyes widen as my hands roam over his bare eight-pack. My fingers slip over every inch and every crevice of his hairless torso. He's like a naked baby, but with abs. My hands go to his waist, then up to his shoulders. Hm, according to my math, he's got a shoulder to waist ratio of 2:1. Not bad.

My hands trail down again back over his rock hard abs and my fingers trace across the luscious hair that carpets down from his bellybutton to his, well, you know. I feel his dick veins, and my hands venture even further down. They stop at his hard and throbbing manhood. Jason inhales sharply and I quickly retract my hands. "Can you relax, mate?" I say shyly.

I lean into his neck. The scent of Axe body spray and testosterone invades my nostrils. An audible moan slips out from my mouth, and Jason smirks. "I think we're here."