Handbrake

"Fuck I can't get the handbrake to work," Wren cries out, clearly at the edge of frustration. I don't completely understand what she's talking about, or exactly why the handbrake of her stunt motorcycle won't work. However, this is something she's been working on for a while. Something important to her.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I know you've been working hard on it," I reply, getting up from my seat to comfort her.

Sitting down on the back of her bike, Wren starts to take off her motor-oil-covered gloves.

Why does she look so fucking attractive with her hands coated in grease?

Sliding onto the bike in front of her, I settle my ass between her legs. She stiffens slightly, then presses herself further into my ass. Long black nails start to tap the gas tank in front of me, and I can't help but think about what else her fingers could be doing.

"It's okay," she sighs. She slides her hands to my hips and fiddles with the edge of my shorts. "I'm sure I can find something else to do."

"Oh?" I coyly ask, as if I have no idea what she could be referring to. "Like what?"

"Just you sitting up here on my bike," Wren comments. "Wonder how pretty you'd look sitting on it with my face between your thighs..."

Looking around at the golden afternoon light around us, I realize I'd have to be quiet. Surely other people were out. The tall wooden fence around the backyard would just barely be enough to hide us from view. However, the dense foliage surrounding the yard might help conceal the activities going on just beyond the early-summer greenery.

Aching for her tongue, I settle myself further between her thighs.

"What, babe?" Wren prods. She slips her fingers between my thighs and puts the tiniest pressure on my clit. I feel my panties already getting wet.

I want to grab her hand, shove it down my shorts and use her pretty little fingers to play with my clit.

"Don't want me to?" Wren asks, feigning disappointment. She has me right where she wants me. She knows it.

I'd let her do absolutely anything to me right now.

"No," I object, grinding my clit against her fingers. "Of course I want you to."

Wren takes her fingers off my clit and I can't help but groan in frustration. Sweeping my hair off my back, she places it over one shoulder. Then, she starts to kiss the space she's revealed softly. With each kiss, I tremble.

I want her to kiss my clit, not my back. Fuck. Please.

As if she can read my mind, Wren starts her descent from my upper back, her lips grazing my spine until she gets down to my waistline. She detours, taking her kisses over onto my thigh.

"Please... I... please..." is all I can manage to mutter.

"All you had to do was ask, gorgeous," she growls, sliding off the back of the bike. "Both legs to this side."

Wren gets down on her knees beside me and I turn to face her. My calves are forcefully pulled over her shoulders. I rarely get to see her in a mood like this, and I plan to use that to my full advantage.

After looking up at me, Wren's gaze then shifts to the left. A look of concern crosses her face and her brow furrows.

"What's wrong?" I ask, tracing my fingers along her jaw.

"I just don't understand why I can't get the fucking handbrake to work," she says with a sigh. "I've been trying for months and it's so frustrating, fuck."

"I know sweetie, you'll get it soon," I say, trying my best to be reassuring. However, all I can think about is how much I want her to give me head.

Her focus has shifted from me. I need to get it back.

I run my hands along either side of Wren's neck and continue my way down to her waist. After giving it a quick squeeze, I slip my hands up under the hem of her shirt. I slowly make my way up to her nipples, barely circling them with my finger.

With a shiver, Wren's head falls into my lap. I continue to play with her nipples, flipping her nipple rings back and forth. She grabs my hips and shoves her face between my thighs.

"I need these off," Wren says, starting to pull down my shorts. "I want to be fucking drowning in you."

In a matter of seconds, she's going to see how wet she made me.

As she pulls my shorts and underwear down over my ass, a grin crosses her face. She lays her tongue flat against my entrance and takes a leisurely lick up to my clit.

"I just cleaned the bike," Wren remarks as she looks back up at me. "Wouldn't want you to get it wet."

I can feel my thighs trembling. Just the one lick was almost enough to send me over the edge. She knows this.

"What's wrong, babe?" she asks, looking back down at my clit. "Do you want more?"

"Please," I beg, entangling my fingers in her hair. "I need to finish."

"Already? I don't think so, dear," Wren croons. "I still have a bit of frustration to work out."

She makes her way back down to my clit and just barely touches it with the tip of her tongue. Involuntarily, I grind into it. She pulls back and pushes my hips back with her hands.

"I said not yet, babe," she growls, using my hips as leverage to push her back up into a standing position. "If we weren't outside I might have to tie you up."

Wren grips my hips even harder and I feel myself getting wetter every second. She leans in for a kiss, then pulls back suddenly. I groan in frustration.

"I can't kiss you either?"

"I'm afraid if I let you, you'll finish too quickly," Wren says, staring into my eyes. "I know you're not used to having to wait, but today you will."

She grabs my hips and picks me up so that I'm standing in front of her. I grind into her clit as soon as our bodies make contact.

Fuck, she's hard.

Wren quickly spins me around so that my back is to her.

"Bend over," she commands. I obey.

I turn over my shoulder and see that Wren is again on her knees. She puts one of her hands on my back to steady herself and uses the other to grip my hip again. I feel her warm breath on the back of my thighs.

"If I didn't have these fucking nails I'd be playing with your clit while I fuck you with my tongue," Wren says.

She dips her tongue into my entrance and twists it inside of me. I slam my hand over my mouth to keep myself from screaming. I want nothing more than her pretty little fingers pressed firmly against my clit.

"Do it for me," she commands as she grasps hard onto my wrist.

Her fingers wrap around mine, sliding them down, and settling right over my clit.

How does she always find it so quickly?

"Don't make yourself come yet," she demands. "I just need you wet enough to be dripping into my mouth."

Finally able to have a chance at relief, I press the tip of my middle finger hard into my clit. Pleasure surges through my body. While I wish it were her touching me there, I am soon distracted by Wren pushing her tongue inside me. I press harder on my clit and use my other hand to muffle my moans.

"That's right," Wren purrs as she slides her tongue out. "Let yourself get wetter."

"I'm already fucking soaked," I snap back, annoyed.

"Don't worry," Wren says between licks. "I'll make sure to get every last drop."

At this point, Wren might be louder than I am. The sheer thought of how much she's enjoying herself is almost enough to take me over the edge.

I can't. She told me to wait.

"You stopped," Wren growls. "Why?" Her tone is sharp.

She noticed immediately.

"You told me not to let myself..." I trail off sheepishly. My cheeks start to flush.

"Good girl," Wren replies. She dips her tongue inside me for just a second before pulling it back out. I lurch. "If you're going to come, it has to be in my mouth."

As she slides her tongue up toward my clit, my hips involuntarily shift downwards. I start to grind against her tongue. A part of me feels guilty. I don't want to crush her. The rest of me is willing to risk that. To finish any way she decides.

Her tongue finally reaches my clit and circles it slowly. With every stroke, my brain melts a little more. At the absolute brink of orgasm, I barely eke out "Right fucking there fuck."

I hate how whiny I sound.

"Babe, I know where it is," Wren retorts, her tone almost implying that she's offended. "But I'm still a little upset about my bike."

Wren pulls away from my clit and starts kissing my inner thighs. Every touch makes me whimper. I hear her start to get up from her knees as her kisses ascend towards my upper spine.

"And I need you to hear how much better you're already making me feel," Wren says breathlessly. A small nibble on my neck from her makes me gush again. Her hands travel to my hips, and she pushes herself into me.

I'm going to soak through both my shorts and her jeans if she continues this.

"Bend over more," Wren growls. Her breath tickles my ear.

The sound of a zipper is immediately followed by feeling her clit against my ass. The lace of her panties rubs softly against my skin as she parts my legs with her hands, making room for her.

Wren slides her clit between my legs, briefly stopping at my entrance and clit before continuing to slip back and forth in my wetness.

"So fucking wet," Wren murmurs as her hands find my clit. "And all mine."

All at once, Wren enters me, puts her right hand over my mouth, and starts rubbing my clit with her left hand. An orgasm threatens to take me almost immediately. Wren's left hand pauses and her right hand falls from my mouth.

"How did you know I was going to come?" I asked, appalled at her ability to enter my thoughts.

"Babe," she sighs, thrusting into me again. "You're clenching around me like you need it more than anything in the world."

"I do."

Wren's right-hand travels to softly grab my throat. She thrusts again, this time harder and deeper. I am pressed further into the bike, and her left fingers resume their circling of my clit.

I knew she would figure out a way to play with my clit, even with her nails.

Already, I am at the point of orgasm again. I feel my eyes start to roll backward and my head tilts back to look at the orange sky. Wren's grip tightens around my throat until only the smallest sounds escape my lips.

Please, please, please don't fucking stop.

Wren starts to thrust faster and puts more pressure on my clit. If she wasn't pinning me against the bike so tightly my body would have surely wriggled away from her fingers.

She knows just how to make me come as hard as possible. Knows just how to drown my senses to a point in which my thoughts start to fade completely.

"Are you going to come now?" Wren teases. "You were so eager before."

"Are you going to let me?"

"I don't know if I can stop myself to keep you from it," Wren says hoarsely. "You're still so fucking wet I need to be in it. I want to feel you clench around me over and over again until you're so exhausted you can't move, and then I want to make you come again."

She's starting to ramble. Yet even so, her words are enough to make me do exactly as she wishes.

It takes me by surprise the first time I come. Just a fleeting moment that leaves me gasping for air for just a second before the imminence the of second orgasm consumes me. This one I have felt building from the moment she first touched my clit through my shorts. It's what causes me to buck against her fingers to seek more of the pressure.

Placing my hand over hers, I push harder onto my clit and feel my knees start to give out. Remedying this immediately, Wren holds me closer to her body so I don't fall. With even more pressure on my clit I am not sure how much longer I can hold out.

"Please," Wren begs. "Come for me. Push me out so I can get right back in."

Finally. She's going to let me finish.

I finally let myself relax. The second orgasm finally takes me. It lasts much longer than the first. With every wave of pleasure, I do just as Wren says and push her out. Every time I do, she resists, pushing herself further inside me and triggering another wave of pleasure.

"There she is," Wren remarks. Although I can't see her face, I'm almost certain it has a grin plastered across it.

"Just a little more. Please. I need to come again," I beg.

Wren pulls out of me and quickly spins me around to face her. Just before our eyes walk I see the edge of a smirk tugging on the corners of her lips.

"Again?" Wren says playfully. "I don't know babe you've already come quite a few times. Are you sure you don't need a break?"

In response to her question, I grab the back of Wren's neck and crash my lips into hers. She moans and presses her clit up against mine. The top of it starts to get wet as I slip my tongue into her mouth. I pull her even closer to me and circle the end of her tongue with mine. She moans again.

"I suppose I could take a break," I say.

[to be continued]