Wheels
You are sitting outside your house waiting for Rupert. He called to tell you that he has just replaced the Citroen and he plans to give you a ride. He sounded so excited that you couldn't help but laugh.
As you are looking down at your feet, you hear the gunning of a motorcycle engine. You look up only to see a helmeted rider sitting astride a large black bike in blue jeans and a leather jacket. 'Nah,' you think to yourself. 'It couldn't be.'
Soon the rider removes the helmet and you find a smiling Rupert Giles with tousled hair looking at you. "Are you waiting for a written invitation?"
"You are kidding aren’t you? You replaced your car with this?"
His smile widens. He reaches behind his seat and unlatches a second helmet, which he tosses to you. "Come on, get on. Let me take you for a spin."
You sigh and put on the helmet. You climb on the back of the bike, fitting your front as close to his rump as you can manage.
He guns the motor again and a flutter of panic goes through your stomach. "Wait! Where do I hold on?"
"Just hook your thumbs into my beltloops, here." He brings your hands around his waist, roughly over his pants' pockets. You slip your thumbs through as requested and hug to his back. "Hang on Love."
As the bike starts moving, you hold him even closer and lean your head against him. Within minutes, you pass the 'You are now leaving Sunnydale' sign and find yourself heading for the clearing at the top of Breaker's Woods. It's a lovely day. It's sunny out with a nice temperature and the scenery is beautiful.
While Rupert's driving, you get a wicked idea. With your thumbs still hooked into the beltloops of his pants, your other fingers decide to rub a little lower. You do it lightly at first, not wanting to startle him into an accident. Soon your actions become slightly more overt. He leans into you in silent approval.
When you reach the clearing, Rupert screeches the bike to a halt. Within seconds of stopping the motorcycle, he has dropped the kickstand, unclasped your hands from around his waist, removed his helmet and placed it on one of the handlebars. He quickly steps off the bike and turns to you, his speed making you wonder if he isn't upset with you. That fear is quickly assuaged by Rupert gently lifting the helmet from your head, placing it on the other handlebar, and embracing you in a searing kiss.
Your arms come around his back and you find yourself lifted from the seat. You wrap your legs around his waist and feel him smile against your mouth. He supports you with one arm around your middle and the other moving down under your bottom, kneading the soft roundness there. Rupert carries you to an area where the grass is thick. He sinks to his knees, carefully lays you back and covers you with his body. He moves his kisses to your neck as your hands work at freeing his chest from his shirt. That accomplished, you push him off of you and onto his back so that you can rain kisses down the newly bared flesh.
He smiles and growls low in his chest, his hands now returning the favor on your shirt buttons. When he finishes unbuttoning the last one, he pushes you up and sits beside you, pulling the top from your body. Your bra soon follows. You likewise remove his jacket and shirt. He slips his fingers inside the waistband of your jeans and uses this hold to reel you to him for another lingering kiss. While his hand is there, he begins to lower your fly. You copy the action on his own jeans. You part just long enough to free yourselves from the remaining tangle of clothing.
When you come together again, it is to the warmth of flesh on flesh. The grass is soft against the bare skin of your back. Rupert's mouth meets yours once more as he enters you. The pace of his movement is almost furious with need. You grip fistfuls of the long grass as the first waves of your orgasm overtake you. His follows closely behind.
Rupert holds you loosely as you lay together, your head on his chest. You both find yourselves looking at the motorcycle.
"So, how do you like it?"
You sigh. "Quite a ride." He kisses the top of your head. "The motorcycle isn't bad either." His chest rumbles with laughter beneath you.
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