Samuel Drake One Shots

Like Riding a Bike

Requested by LilMeowMeow7

WARNINGS: Language, smut hehehe,
Unprotected sex, WRAP IT UP KIDS
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You don't know how he did it. Making riding a motorcycle look so damn hot, that is. Everything he did, he did attractively, like he was doing it on purpose to seduce you, even if he wasn't.

Right now, you were watching him clean it up, waxing the red paint, kneeling down on one knee, the other holding up his arm. His lip pressed between his lips, he furrowed his brows as he focused on the bike, making sure it looked brand new. Meanwhile, you were trying to contain yourself, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you leaned against the tall toolbox.

Your mind wandered. You couldn't help but wonder what it was like to be taken right on that damn motorcycle. Sam had always satisfied you, more than satisfied actually, but still... On that bike? A place you never had done it? You were aching.

"Shit..." You muttered, hoping he didn't hear you.

Sam's brow quirked and he looked up at you, your chest rising and falling. "Everything alright, Baby?" He asked, pushing himself up to stand, wiping his hands off with the washcloth he had pulled out of his back pocket.

Your eyes studied him for a moment. His gray t-shirt hugging his torso just enough to see his form and his blue jeans that were covered in grease and wax along with the dirt from the garage floor. You could of sworn you were going to faint right then and there until Sam chuckled, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Oh~" he hummed, putting the towel on his shoulder and slowly making his way to you. "I see." When he stepped infront of you, you felt his hand on your hip, his body inching closer as he pressed your back against the toolbox.

Your cheeks turned a blush red, still nibbling on your bottom lip as you gave him an innocent stare. You shrugged.

He thought for a moment, watching your eyes fall to the bike then back at him, making him laugh once again. He knew what you were getting at, and he couldn't say that he didn't like the idea. In fact, he felt his jeans getting tighter around his now growing bulge already.

"Want to go for a ride?" He smirked, nodding behind him towards the red motorcycle.

You nodded eagerly before he took your hand and led you to the bike. His hand on your lower back, he watched you get on the bike, your hands on the handle bars. He sat behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder.

"That's not what I meant." He whispered in your ear, his hands on your hips as his fingers played with the material of your skirt. You closed your eyes slowly at the feeling of his grip on you, your hips starting to move slowly so your ass rubbed against him. He sighed from behind you, one of his hands finding his belt.

Hearing the clinking of his belt, you pushed yourself against him some more, keeping your teeth on your bottom lip to hold back any moans. Suddenly you heard his belt drop to the cement floor of the garage, your panties becoming more wet.

Sam soon moved your hair out of the way of your neck, his lips finally connecting to the sensitive skin as he left hot and wet kisses there. A soft whimper escaped your lips, encouraging him for more. His hand traveled from your hip and to your thigh before he slowly pushed up your skirt until his fingers met your womanhood, rubbing you through the soaked cloth. "Already so wet~" Sam's fingers rubbed circles against you, making you jerk your hips for more friction.

It wasn't long before you heard a tear then felt a couple warm fingers against your folds. You could feel his cock getting harder from behind you as it pressed against your ass through both of your clothes. A bolt of pleasure shot through you as his fingers met your clit, teasing it as he pulled you against him with his free hand. "I have been waiting to fuck you all damn day." His voice was deep, his breath warming your ear that was now pink from the blush that crept upon you.

His fingers trailed to your entrance, running circles around it before pushing them in, a loud moan escaping you. He pushed them further before pulling them out again, earning a whine from you. "Relax baby, we're just getting started."

Sam moved his hands from you and unbuttoned his jeans. You listened as he pulled down his zipper, sighing as you began to grow impatient. He took his time, growing the anticipation before he fucked you.

"Sam, you're taking too long." You whined, a mischievous chuckle coming from behind you.

"Okay okay." he pulled down his jeans a little, a long with his boxers, releasing his large cock. He grabbed you, lifting you slightly and moving your skirt out of the way before he roughly shoved his cock inside of you leading you to yelp, moaning right after as he started thrusting in and out of you. Your grip on the handle bars tightened as his pace grew quicker, his hands on your hips to keep you in sync.

He reached forward, grabbing all of your hair and wrapped it around his hand, lightly tugging as he thrusted his cock harder into you, making himself go deeper. "You like that, Baby?" He teased, panting and leaning forward for more friction.

You nodded, barely able to speak through your moans. His smirk widened as he slowed down a little and pulling out of you, only to slam right back into you, hitting that sweet spot. A scream left you, your cheeks becoming even more red. He let go of your hair so he could hold onto your hips again, soon pounding into you quickly.

"Fuck- Sam!" You moaned, feeling yourself approach your climax. "I'm gonna c-cum~" you managed to spit out, shutting your eyes tightly.

"Cum for me baby." He demanded, continuing to thrust inside of you at a fast and hard pace.

With just a couple more thrusts, you came on his twitching cock, letting him ride out his orgasm before he spilled his hot load into your pussy, a long groan leaving him.

He sighed, catching his breath as he kept thrusting, letting himself slow down until he eventually came to a stop, pulling his cock out of you only to put it back into his boxers and zip back up his jeans. He sat down behind you, letting you redeem yourself, running a hand through his hair.

Finally you sat up, feeling the cold leather of the seat against you, making you shutter, hearing his laugh. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled your back into his chest. "I love you." He helped you stand up, walking around you so he could see your face.

"I love you too, Sam." You smiled softly, your eyes looking up at his hazel ones.

He returned your smile and leaned down to kiss you. He kissed you passionately, pulling you close to him. Sadly, he soon had to pull away for some air, earning a giggle from you. "Go change and we'll go get some food." He nodded, hands on his hips before you ran off, feeling him smack your ass on your way into the house.