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Apr. 19th, 2025 at 7:28 PM
[A few hours of open road makes for easygoing fun. It's great to be traveling again, and the feeling of Chrissy leaning up against his back, holding on tight while he whips ahead on a wide-open freeway through the pitch black of night is like nothing else. The last time they were racing up and down this freeway, they were on the way to go burn a bunch of people's lives down - but now that's hours back, back with the rest of the city. They've left the lights and have nothing to look at but the pavement in Johnnie's headlight, the glimpses of stars shining weakly through hazy clouds, and occasionally an oncoming car.
Johnnie hasn't exactly been trying to tune in to his senses or abilities or whatever it is he has - he's just been cruising, letting the night go by, enjoying their plunge northward without a care or a thought. So it is deeply irritating when the pavement quickly fades to a well-worn dirt track that almost tosses him and Chrissy to the ground, and it takes all of his skills to get the front wheel under control and to slow down before they hit a rock that really might launch them into the nearest alfalfa field. Or whatever it is that's here, whenever they've found themselves. Somewhere pre-freeway. Boo.
But there are a few lights ahead, and he did need a stop to pee, so, fuck it.]
Well, shit. Y'know, I dunno exactly where we are. Last sign said San Jose was still fuckin' hours off. You good? That was kinda shaky.
[As long as this dirt road stays packed, they can drive it, but it's going to be slow. Good thing they're almost to somewhere.]
Johnnie hasn't exactly been trying to tune in to his senses or abilities or whatever it is he has - he's just been cruising, letting the night go by, enjoying their plunge northward without a care or a thought. So it is deeply irritating when the pavement quickly fades to a well-worn dirt track that almost tosses him and Chrissy to the ground, and it takes all of his skills to get the front wheel under control and to slow down before they hit a rock that really might launch them into the nearest alfalfa field. Or whatever it is that's here, whenever they've found themselves. Somewhere pre-freeway. Boo.
But there are a few lights ahead, and he did need a stop to pee, so, fuck it.]
Well, shit. Y'know, I dunno exactly where we are. Last sign said San Jose was still fuckin' hours off. You good? That was kinda shaky.
[As long as this dirt road stays packed, they can drive it, but it's going to be slow. Good thing they're almost to somewhere.]
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[He is. He knows, and he loves to hear it - and loves to use the vibrations of that hum against her, too.
When he finally pulls away, content with how needy she is, he grins up at her and wipes his face on his arm, then stands and kisses her while he strokes himself to full firmness. He was nearly there already though, just thinking of what comes next.]
You just can't get enough of me, huh, baby girl?
[He nips at the corner of her mouth, then takes her by the hips to turn her around with her belly to the seat of the bike. No further preamble, no further teasing - there is simply pure lust and desire as he lines himself up and jerks his hips forward, burying himself deep inside her.]
[She murmurs between kisses, and is about to initiate another when he nips at her mouth and turns her around. There's a soft gasp of surprise as he does it, but really she's grateful for the lack of any more teasing. She doesn't have time to shift to a point where it's more comfortable against her stomach, but that's fine by her. The way he drives himself home inside her wanting body is absolutely perfect.
Why does it matter that she's getting motorcycle jabbing her in the belly when he's making her cry out and is already making her weak in the knees? Really, it's a good thing the bike is there like this. It's keeping her up on her feet.
He sets a pace they both love, and once she feels the steady pounding rhythm of him burying himself deep inside her she reaches back. Her hold is fumbling, but she wants to try and press her palm against him. She can't kiss him or hold him like this, and she really can't get enough of him. She wants to be touching him to feel that connection they have.]
Oh fuck. [She whines as she rises up on her tiptoes to rock better with him, which in turn makes her nearly growl out a groan.] I can't get enough of you, never ever. Wanna feel your cock in me all the time.
[Like while she's running around while they're trying to handle more asshole Locos, or being harassed by cops? Fucking hilarious, that image, and he laughs hard enough at his own stupid idea that he has to stop for a moment.
But only a moment.]
Guess I better fuckin' give you enough to remember!
[Still snickering, he picks the pace back up and gives her a sharp slap on the ass. That'll bring her right into the moment.
He keeps it rough and quick, and decides to try something else, something newer. That hand that's not being used to make sure he doesn't fall over runs up to her throat, and curls around it, squeezing gently. It's more about the illusion of the thing than actually trying to choke her. He's in control here, he's the one making her feel good. She belongs to him, and as he keeps his hips moving and his fingers wrapped around her throat, he kisses the back of her neck, marking her skin with his teeth as he goes.]
[She retorts while he's laughing at himself, then winds up laughing too because that's exactly what he's saying. His dick is incredibly distracting, and it's fine that he knows that.
There's really not time to laugh for long though, because he gets moving again and that brings chills to her spine. That's nothing compared to the thrill she gets when he spanks her, her stomach doing flips and twisting in the best kind of knots. She shivers at how good it feels, and really slams back against him as he drives forward. The end result is a loud, guttural moan that makes her laugh at how fucking ridiculous she sounds.
Sex really is the best kind of ridiculous.
The fact that he stays in the zone of roughness is delightful, and she doesn't mind letting him hear how much she enjoys it. His hand at her throat earns instant approval, and she swallows against the feel of his palm against her skin.]
Oh fuck. I like that.
[She likes that a lot.
He's barely squeezing, but the show of dominance and possession are so hot that she can hardly stand it. She really thinks she's about to lose her mind. Who knew that such a simple gesture coming from him would be such a turn on?
Then again, pretty much everything he does is a huge turn on. It's not like he's trying to choke her, but the illusion that he'd be able to if he wanted to and knowing that she'd let him really does it for her. Feeling his lips against her skin as a contrast only amplifies it for her, and she shudders as she clings hold of the bike for stability.]
He continues, fast and rough, until all of that pleasure builds to a peak and when he comes, he comes hard, grasping the seat of the bike and curling his nails tighter against her throat as he holds her close to him. She'll take every remaining thrust, the few that are left, until he can't keep going anymore and has to let go, elated and content. He pants softly, then pulls back from her and strokes his hand down her back.]
Shit. Barely fuckin'...
[Well, he can barely fucking stand, but apparently he can barely talk, also, and he laughs at himself.]
Barely can do anything right now, huh?
[Her head turns so she can glance back at him, and laughs as she tries standing up only to be met with wobbly legs that don't allow it. That's okay. She can rotate enough that she's able to lean in for a kiss.]
Me either. Can't even walk after how good that was.
[And that means she'll just stand there naked. It's fine, she's pretty sure they're the only people around for miles and miles.]