He didn’t want to grab my hand. Perhaps he did know. What’s the matter Wes? Could you smell my sex on my fingers? Did it turn you on? God I hope so. You deserve it for flaunting that tight leather outfit in front of me. Especially after my dream.
Oh god, I was dreaming of Darla. And wanted to finish what she started with Wesley. That’s it! After this little emergency I’m gonna go out and get laid. Man or woman? Does it matter? Wonder whose name I’ll cry out this time. At least the demons aren’t fussy.
It’s been too long. Too long without a good mind-blowing fuck. Too long without them. That must be it. I dreamt of Darla because her blonde hair reminded me of Buffy. And Wesley, well Wesley was a Watcher. And I always thought leather would do Rupert justice. Or is it that Rupert would do leather justice? Either way, just the thought of that fine, muscled body in leather is not having the desired effect. How long has it been since I’d run my hands down his rippling flesh, my tongue had tasted the salt off his flesh? Too long, if Wesley is giving me a hard-on. Or should I say a harder on.
Not that there’s anything wrong with Wes. I mean, he’s no Rupert, but there’ s something endearing about that lithe body too gangly for accurate coordination. And the willingness to please. Wonder how he’d like to please in bed? Stop it Angel. You’re pressed up against the guy’s back. You don’t want to scare him away.
Damn this helmet. Pink! Safety be damned. I am not gonna look like a biker bitch for anybody, even Wesley. ‘Sides Rupert always liked me to blow on his neck when we rode. Said the coldness of my breath sent shivers down his spine. Wonder if Wes would be that sensitive? Wonder what Wes would do if I rubbed myself against him. It’s not like he can go anywhere. Guy’s so nervous he’d probably run us off the road.
Shift just a bit. That’s it, brush against him a little. Tease him. Don’t let him feel you flush against him, just enough to have him wondering. He jumped. With fright or excitement? Oh Wesley, is this all there is for us? A little tease on the back of your bike. How I’d love to teach you how to ride me and the bike at the same time. It was one of Ripper’s finest tricks. And least painful.
He pushed back. I’m sure he did. Or is it my overheated imagination? Am I seeing what I want to, some kind of encouragement from him? Isn’t that what I did back at my place? I mean his leg didn’t really brush against my calves, did it? He didn’t really glance down at my erection pressed against his thigh did he? And when he licked his lips, it was because of nervousness wasn’t it?
My hands are squeezing his waist. Wonder if he realises my fingers are kneading the soft leather of his jacket. Of course he does. But he hasn’t jerked away. And he sure as hell hasn’t driven us off the road. Slide my hands down just a bit. Pretend to get a better grip. Oh dear, I’ve slid more fully into him. Must move my hands further down now. Just to maintain the tautness of my hold on him. Wouldn’t want to go flying off the bike when he turns a corner. Can I help it if his thighs are the best place for me to grip? Is it my fault my fingers are so long they brush against his groin? Oh god, am I responsible for that magnificent, shockingly large hard on?
He saw me naked! Wait till I tell Rupert that Wesley isn’t as stuffy as we thought. Just well stuffed.