Taboo (Merle Dixon x OFC)

Chapter 15

"Get on b'hind me, sugar. Hang on tight," Merle instructed.

Our helmets were snug, and we were ready to go. He sat on his bike easily, clasping the handlebars while I used his shoulders as support to climb on behind him. Once I was situated behind him, I wrapped my arms around him firmly. Resting my chest against his back, I squeezed his hips with my thighs.

"Yeah, that's the way." Merle felt up my thighs in his large hands before starting the bike.

I giggled as the engine roared to life. Merle was right. The vibration might make me cum. It was definitely intense enough, and I had him to molest and grind against if I needed to. I had enjoyed the hell out of the last time I had ridden with him. I hadn't gotten off, but I had taken care of myself once he had left. That had been months ago.

Merle backed out of my driveway and drove onto the main road. I let my fingertips play in his chest hair, intertwining them with the softness. It was even softer today since our shower. My girly products had made sure of that.

I felt him chuckle deep in his chest over the roar of the bike's engine. I had a feeling he was going to ride hard on purpose. He had a chance to be a little bit cocky, so I was sure he was going to take advantage of the opportunity. That's just how he was. I didn't mind. I thought it was cute as fuck.

The day was hot and sunny, and the sun was beating down on us with burning intensity, but the wind from riding was helping to keep us cool. One thing I loved about riding a bike was the feeling of being free, like nothing could stop me, and all the different smells. Smells were more intense because they weren't kept out by the insulation of a car. I could smell everything. The hot pavement on the road, a nearby stream or body of water, exhaust from other vehicles, the earthy smell of the woods as they developed around us.

Merle stopped at a red light, glancing at me over his shoulder. Smiling, I rocked my hips against him. Smirking, he faced the road and floored the gas as the light turned green. The sudden vibration from underneath went straight to my core. Gulping down a moan, I closed my eyes to shield them from the wind. Pushing my center against him as best as I could, I rubbed against his large frame.

Merle revved the gas again on a long, straight stretch of the main road, sending more vibrations to my center. I couldn't help but moan that time. I could feel myself getting wet. I knew I was a goner if he kept hitting the gas like that. He was definitely doing it on purpose. His ornery smirk had told me that. He was trying to get me all hot and bothered. If he kept this up, I was going to attack him when we got to his place. I had a feeling he was well aware of that. He kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror, watching for my reaction when he did certain things, like sharp turns. He must have been going pretty fast because the road to the trailer park came upon us rather quickly; way faster than I expected. Things had been passing us by in a blur until this point.

Merle slowed down considerably as he made the turn onto the woodsy road. The road was old and mostly dirt with some bits of gravel here and there, so he had to be a little careful. He could wipe out easily if he wasn't.

Once the old road turned straight, he glanced in the rearview mirror and stomped the gas. My arms and legs tightened around him as dirt flew up from the tires. I giggled, watching the smirk on Merle's face widen in the mirror.

He slowed down again as we approached the trailer park. I noticed Jimmy's truck was missing from his place, but Daryl's truck was in its usual spot at the Dixon's. He must still be out with Jimmy at their doctor friend's, which gave me time to attack Merle before he got back.

Pulling up at his place, he killed the engine.

"Ya alright?" Merle asked, snickering and patting my hands. I was still clinging to him.