The vibrations of the bike’s saddle beneath me were relentless, each bump in the path sending a jolt of sensation straight to my core. I hadn’t expected this when I rented the bike—just a simple ride through the park to clear my head. But the rhythm of the pedals, the way my thighs clenched with every push, the subtle friction of the saddle against my most sensitive areas—it was impossible to ignore. My breath quickened, my cheeks flushed, and I could feel the dampness between my legs growing with every passing second.
I tried to focus on the path ahead, the trees blurring past me, the breeze brushing against my skin. But my body wasn’t listening. It was responding to the steady, rhythmic pressure of the bike, each movement sending waves of pleasure through me. My grip on the handlebars tightened, my knuckles turning white as I fought the urge to moan. I was wet—so wet—and the more I rode, the more I craved relief.
My heart was pounding by the time I finally stopped, my legs trembling as I dismounted and leaned the bike against a nearby tree. I was breathing hard, my chest rising and falling as I tried to steady myself. But the ache between my legs was unbearable now, a throbbing need that demanded attention. I looked around, desperate, my eyes scanning the park for any sign of someone—anyone—who could help me.
That’s when I saw him. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sweat glistening on his skin as he walked toward me. His name was Jack, and he had that look in his eyes—the kind that told me he knew exactly what I needed. My gaze locked with his, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me. I didn’t even think twice.
“Hey,” I called out, my voice trembling with need. He stopped, tilting his head slightly as he looked at me, a slow smile spreading across his face.
“Hey yourself,” he replied, his voice deep and smooth, like honey. “You okay?”
I shook my head, biting my lip as I took a step toward him. “No. I need… I need you.”
His eyes darkened, and I could see the hunger in them, the way he was already imagining what I was asking for. “What do you need, Lucy?” he asked, his voice low, teasing.
“I need you to fuck me,” I blurted out, the words spilling from my lips before I could stop them. “Right here. Right now.”
There was no hesitation. In an instant, he was on me, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled me against him. I could feel the hardness of him pressed against my stomach, and it only made me want him more. His lips crashed into mine, hungry and demanding, and I melted into him, my arms wrapping around his neck as I kissed him back with everything I had.
His hands were everywhere—touching, squeezing, exploring. He pulled my shirt over my head, his mouth trailing down my neck as his fingers fumbled with the clasp of my bra. When it finally came undone, he groaned at the sight of my breasts, his hands cupping them as his thumbs brushed over my nipples. I gasped, arching into his touch, and he didn’t waste any time. His mouth closed over one nipple, sucking and nibbling, and I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair.
“Jack,” I moaned, my voice shaking. “Please…”
He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me to a nearby tree. He pinned me against it, his hands pulling down my shorts and panties in one swift motion. I was exposed, vulnerable, and so ready for him. He stepped back for a moment, his eyes raking over me, and I could see the hunger in his gaze, the way he wanted to devour me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, his hands unbuckling his belt. My breath hitched as he freed himself, his length hard and thick, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I reached for him, pulling him closer, and he didn’t need any more encouragement.
He was inside me in one deep thrust, filling me completely, and I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. He felt so good—so perfect—and I never wanted it to end. He started to move, his hips slamming into mine with a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, my body trembling as I clung to him.
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Harder, Jack. Please…”
He grunted, his hands gripping my hips as he drove into me harder, faster. I could feel the rough bark of the tree against my back, but I didn’t care. All I could focus on was the way he was making me feel, the way he was pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My breath came in short, desperate gasps, and I could feel the tension building inside me, growing tighter and tighter until I couldn’t hold it anymore.
When it finally hit, it was like a tidal wave, crashing over me with a force that left me breathless. I cried out, my body shuddering as the orgasm ripped through me, and Jack didn’t stop. He kept going, his thrusts growing more erratic until he groaned, his arms tightening around me as he spilled himself inside me.
For a moment, we stayed like that, both of us trembling as we came down from the high. Then he stepped back, his hands lingering on my hips as he looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and something else—something that made my heart skip a beat.
“You’re mine, Lucy,” he said, his voice low and possessive. “Remember that.”
