Chibs sees you in the garage sitting on his bike. (+18 Mature)
Chibs walks out into the T&M garage and sees you sitting on his bike. He raises his eyebrows, “What are ye doin’ lass?” You look at him and shrug,
“Don’t know just lookin’.” He walks over to you with a mischievous smile on his face as he climbs on the bike behind you. His lips are warm and soft against your skin as he kisses your neck you squirm a bit, “What are you doing?” Instead of answering he runs his hands along the tops of your thighs while his tongue runs up the side of your neck. You elbow him, “Oh no you don't, someone could see us.” He grumbles against your neck,
“We’re the only ones here Lass.” You open your mouth to object but he then begins to run his hands long the inside of your thigh your body instinctively leans back against him he chuckles, “Thas a good girl.” His hands slide higher and he unbuttons your pants, your pulse racing and your heart pounding. All thoughts of being worried about getting caught are shoved out of your mind when he runs one finger over the front of your underwear. You gasp and your hips move towards him craving his touch before you even have to say anything. His left hand is down the front of your underwear and he has a finger inside of you moving against you. You moan loudly as he quickens his pace. He thrusts his finger inside of you in the way he knows drives you crazy and it’s not long before you're clenching his thighs while moaning through an orgasm. He kisses his way from your shoulder to your neck and bites the bottom of your ear, “Didna get off the bike yet.” He climbs back off the bike and twists you to where your legs are hanging off the side facing him.
You lift up slightly as he jerks your pants down a little roughly, nearly pulling you off the bike, “Easy babe I’m not going anywhere.” Instead of answering you he kneels down and begins kissing up your thigh you run a hand into his salt and pepper hair your breathing still not back to normal. He then puts his tongue inside you causing you to jerk into him with a hard moan, “Oh my god.” He puts your legs up over his shoulders as he explores every inch of the inside of you with his tongue you pull on his hair as he continues to make you shake against him. Before you know it you're wracked with another wave of pleasure as he once again makes you come for him. After your orgasm fades he pulls away from you and looks up at you, god you love this man. The way he makes you feel, the way he looks at you with those brown eyes. You motion for him to come up to you.
His lips crash into you, his tongue darting into your mouth without hesitation you wrap your legs around him and he lifts you up off the bike and guides you both to the nearest wall while your hands work at his belt and jeans. He lets go with one hand and reaches in his back pocket pulling out a condom. You laugh, “What were you doing with that in your pocket?” He smiles at you,
“Just in case I saw ye today lass.” Laughing you pull him in for another kiss taking the condom from him as he puts his other arm back around you. The two of you shift long enough for you to be able to slide the condom onto him. You take your time sliding it on, causing him to moan as he feels your fingers sliding against his hardened skin. Once the condom is in place and your arms are around his neck he takes no time to thrust into you. You moan as he moves his hips against you. He moans against your shoulder as his pace quickens and you run your nails along the back of his leather vest.
It’s not long before you are once again moaning with your release coming in quick waves as he keeps moving inside of you. You run your hands up the back of his neck pulling his hair, “Come on Filip, come for me.” With that he moans and thrusts roughly into you and finds his own release, his breathing ragged as he rides out his pleasure into you.
After you two take a moment to collect yourselves and fix your clothing you smile at each other and he pulls you back into his arms and kisses you deeply, “I love ye lass.” You smile and put your arms around his waist,