Chapter Thirty Three

With Billie giving directions, they rode along the highway at a sedate pace, enjoying the scenery and the closeness. As they rode, Jon suddenly twisted his head to speak.

“Aren’t there any hills or mountains around here?” As far as he could see, the land stretched out in a uniform sandy brown plain.

“You’re kidding, right?” Billie laughed. “Darlin’, you’re in Kansas. We invented flat!”

“So where we goin’ anyway?”

“Uhh……” Billie leaned past Jon, looking ahead. “You’re taking the next right.”

They turned onto a dirt road, Jon slowing the bike to prevent them vanishing in a dust cloud. The road led into a forested area, and Jon chuckled.

“Damn. I’ve been kidnapped by a beautiful cowgirl. What the fuck’s down here?”

Billie chuckled throatily, her hands on Jon’s thighs for balance on the uneven road. She slowly slid her hands across his spread legs, down between his thighs.

“What’s down here?” She asked, caressing him through the denim.

Jon groaned softly, trying to keep his attention on the bike. Billie shifted a tiny bit closer, her mouth on his neck as she began to unfasten his jeans.

“Jesus, Billie……you tryin’ to make me run us off the road?”

“No.” She slipped both hands into his jeans, easing his cock through. “You concentrate on the road, I’ll concentrate on this.”

She closed both hands around him, stroking slowly, and Jon groaned again, his flesh hardening under her attentions. He looked ahead, not particularly paying attention to the road itself, but searching for somewhere to get the bike out of sight. There was a gap leading into the trees off to one side, and he steered for that as Billie nibbled his neck, peering over his shoulder to watch her own hands on his dick.

Jon got the bike out of sight - or at least as out of sight as he could - and killed the engine, leaning back against Billie as she ran her hands along the now-hard length of him. He reached a hand back, cupping her head while she still teased his neck with her teeth.

“Billie…….” He breathed. “Let’s get off this fuckin’ bike. I need you.”

She bit on him again as she thought, then slid her hands off him.

“Just turn around.” She told him, leaning away so he could move.

Not entirely sure what she had in mind, Jon obeyed nonetheless, getting off the bike and turning, straddling the seat again but facing Billie this time. He pulled her in, kissing her, feeling her hot hands on him again, then she lifted one hand, pushing him away, pushing him backward until he got the hint. Leaning back, he winced suddenly as the ignition switch caught him in the back, and he sat up, tugging at his jacket.

“Wait, Billie. I……..aw, fuck…..”

She wasn’t interested in waiting, leaning down to suck the head of his upthrust cock, and Jon fought out of his jacket, bundling it onto the bike so he could lie back more comfortably. Billie shifted herself backward as far as she could, opening space between them, making it easier to sink him into her mouth. With his jeans only open enough to release his erection, Billie couldn’t get her hands to his balls, so she slid a hand under his shirt, caressing up to his chest, pinching a nipple as she sucked on him.

Jon lay back, trying to hold himself back, wanting the feelings coursing through him to last as long as they could. What he really wanted was to bury himself inside Billie’s hot, wet pussy, but when he’d tried to tug her head away she’d growled, pulling on the mat of his chest hair so he winced, her message loud and clear. This time at least, Billie was taking charge. He gave in, his legs spread on the bike, a hand bracing him on one of the fuel caps, the other hand tight on the back of her head, the heat of the bike’s engine bleeding through his jacket.

Billie raised up, her mouth just on the tip of him, her hand working on his shaft, and Jon’s control began to slip away, the rhythmic sucking getting him closer to the edge. He held it until Billie dropped her head quickly, taking him all the way in, bobbing her head before drawing back to the tip, licking around then sucking harder. Groaning, Jon let go, his head falling back as his cum spurted into Billie’s mouth, feeling her swallow instantly, still licking around his swollen head.

He was still gasping as she slowly released him, sitting up again with a pleased look on her face, her tongue darting out to touch the corner of her lip. Jon raised his head to look at her, pulling himself to a sitting position and grinning at her, a shit-eating grin of satisfaction.

“You look pleased with yourself.” Billie winked. “You look like you just got blown.”

“Funny that.” Jon grinned as she reached to touch him again, tucking him tenderly back into his jeans. “I just did. Some crazy cowgirl just attacked me on my own bike.”

“Yeah.” She giggled. “I heard you protesting.”

Jon shrugged, getting off the bike a little awkwardly - he’d gotten on there backward easily enough, but he’d had great incentive. He tucked himself more comfortably into his jeans, zipping and buttoning while looking at Billie.

“Seems a bit one-sided.” He said, moving in to kiss her, tasting the musk of himself in her mouth.

“You can make it up to me later.” She said as he left her mouth again.

“I could make it up to you right now.” His hand dipped between her thighs, pressing the seam of her jeans into her, rubbing gently.

Billie gasped, already turned on from pleasuring Jon, but she shook her head.

“Not quite so easy for me getting out of my jeans, now is it? Anyway, looks like it’s going to rain.”

“It is?” Jon looked at the sky. Dark clouds were gathering, a chill stealing into the day. “You could be right.”

“I am. We should head back. I know bikes and wet roads aren’t a good combination.”

“No, they’re not.” Jon had seen enough smashed up bikes - and bikers - to know she was right.

He swept his jacket up, pulling it on, a hand going to the crotch of his jeans, tugging carefully, easing the denim off still-wet skin. Last thing he needed was his dick getting chafed raw on the ride back. He began to get onto the bike, then paused.

“Wait a sec.” He purred, grabbing Billie by her braids and kissing her hungrily, leaving her panting. “That should hold you till we get back.”

Smirking, he swung onto the bike, Billie shuffling up against him again, her hands on his thighs, then one sneaking down to his groin again.

“I could hold this till we get back.”

Jon groaned. “And then we will end up in a ditch. Behave!”

“Pfft. Where’s the fun in that?” She groused, and he knew she was pouting. Laughing, Jon started the bike and turned it around, heading back to the road.

The rain caught them as they reached the end of Billie’s property, a torrential downpour that had them soaked in strange places by the time they got to the house. Jon rode the Harley carefully right into the garage, switching off then dismounting, helping Billie off, too. They peered out through the open doorway, then Billie shrugged.

“It’s on for the day, I think. Hell, we can’t get much wetter!” With that, she headed out into the rainstorm.

Jon followed, neither of them even bothering to run. Like Billie had said, they were pretty soaked already, so they walked to the house, going up onto the porch and into shelter. Deke was lying on the porch, watching them incredulously, wondering if humans really didn’t have the sense to get in out of the rain. When Billie bent to stroke him, water dripping onto his thick coat, the dog gave her a reproachful look, Jon laughing at the expression.

“He doesn’t like getting wet?”

“Nope. Well, not unless he’s jumping in a river. Crazy dog.”

They dripped their way indoors, leaving their boots and jackets by the door. Billie went straight for the kitchen, starting a pot of much-needed coffee, then she turned to Jon.

“D’you want to shower? Warm up a bit?”

“Great idea.” He moved to her, wrapping his arms around her.

“Shower’s that way.” Billie pointed toward the bathroom.

“I know.” Jon grinned, changing his grip and lifting her in his arms. “But you’re wet, too. May as well shower together.” He smirked, biting on her shoulder. “And I can get you a better kind of wet.”

Billie gave a purring chuckle, winding her arms around Jon’s neck and kissing him, allowing him to carry her to the bathroom.