He inquires, "Are you hungry?"

I am, but nobody in the area is open this late.

"I've got you covered," he assures her. "Do you have to go home in your car? I'll go with you there.

The speaker says, "I walked here."

Shane jumps his bike with one leg. He inquires, "Have you ever ridden?"

I nod, "I have," and say.

I tie my hair back into a ponytail and put on the helmet he provides me. I straddle the bike and slide close to him when I'm ready to ride, wondering whether he can feel the heat between my legs through his denim.

He turns to look at me, his body writhing beneath my palms, "Are you comfortable?"

The term "comfortable" doesn't really describe how I feel. I'm happy that our time together is beginning with a wonderful reason for me to throw my arms around him and hug him tight. I'm eager, lit up within at the possibility of what the following few hours may bring. I reassure him, "I'm great," rubbing my fingers into his defined abs while pondering what he might do if I attempted to smear my hands beneath his shirt.

His body is as firm and powerful as it seems, and it also has a fresh aroma that might pass for pure pheromones based on how my body is reacting to it.

Although I've always considered buying a motorbike someday, riding one can't possibly compare to riding behind a guy like him.

Onto the main thoroughfare of the island, Shane drives out of the parking lot. He moves away from where I was expecting him to go in quest of late-night fast food on the bridge connecting the island to the mainland.

Although he exudes a sense of speed and danger, the guy is a careful driver, and I feel comfortable around him. I don't need the additional adrenaline rush that would result from irresponsible driving; his physique is fascinating enough.

He takes me down the winding road that goes to one of the island's picturesque overlooks rather than bringing me to a restaurant or his house. The moon is out, and its reflected light is shimmering on the water, clear out to the horizon, although the panoramic picture is finest during the day. I hear the waves smashing below us as Shane shuts off the bike's engine.

Before he removes a white bag from a storage pouch over his bike's gas tank and brings me to a seat along the walkway, I'm still unsure of where food is going to fit into the picture and, to be honest, after clutching his body during the trip, I have other things on my mind.

He queries, "Would you like the cheeseburger or the chicken sandwich?" His large hand is holding two parcels, each of which is covered in white paper.

They both had excellent voices. I assume it's a cheeseburger.

He gives me the other after opening the first to inspect its contents.

I enquire, "Where are these from?"

"Dave's. Do you realize it? He continues, "It's a little hole-in-the-wall place in a plaza across the Four Points bridge," as I shake my head. Just before they closed tonight, I purchased them.

He could've simply just bought food for himself earlier because we weren't meeting till midnight. Mark looks to be both sensually attractive and thoughtful.

I take a large mouthful and exclaim, "My god, this is good." It has the ideal proportion of meat to cheese to toasted bread and is still warm.

As he takes a bite of the chicken, Mark grinned at me. He tilts the bag toward me and adds, "There are fries too.

After a period of eating in quiet, we start talking as we get closer to finishing our sandwiches.

I remark, "So you work in construction," as I put a fry in my mouth.

Mark uses a paper napkin to clean his lips. The phrase "among other things."

"Like what?" you ask. If he revealed to me that he was a part-time model or a reserve soldier, I wouldn't be shocked.

"Property development," he explains.

Although I am unsure of the details, it seems a little remarkable.

He starts by asking, "What do you do at Rusty's?" before I can ask him a follow-up question.

I work as a waitress.

Been there a while?

I take a second French fry. It has been "almost two years."

"How about it?" While I'm still fishing in the bag, he reaches in and touches my hand with the back of his hand.

It's work. The coworkers I have are pleasant.

He nods and adds, "That's essential. And you reside on this island, right?

"All my life."

Nice, he remarks.

A: "How about you?" I enquire before devouring my burger.

"I now reside in Whitman, but I was born and raised inland in the center of the state."

"Last one," I remark, holding out the lone fry I could locate in the bag. Want to divide it? Even better than the wonderful burger were the fries.

He inquires, "Are you hungry?"

I am, but nobody in the area is open this late.

"I've got you covered," he assures her. "Do you have to go home in your car? I'll go with you there.

The speaker says, "I walked here."

Shane jumps his bike with one leg. He inquires, "Have you ever ridden?"

I nod, "I have," and say.

I tie my hair back into a ponytail and put on the helmet he provides me. I straddle the bike and slide close to him when I'm ready to ride, wondering whether he can feel the heat between my legs through his denim.

He turns to look at me, his body writhing beneath my palms, "Are you comfortable?"

The term "comfortable" doesn't really describe how I feel. I'm happy that our time together is beginning with a wonderful reason for me to throw my arms around him and hug him tight. I'm eager, lit up within at the possibility of what the following few hours may bring. I reassure him, "I'm great," rubbing my fingers into his defined abs while pondering what he might do if I attempted to smear my hands beneath his shirt.

His body is as firm and powerful as it seems, and it also has a fresh aroma that might pass for pure pheromones based on how my body is reacting to it.

Although I've always considered buying a motorbike someday, riding one can't possibly compare to riding behind a guy like him.

Onto the main thoroughfare of the island, Shane drives out of the parking lot. He moves away from where I was expecting him to go in quest of late-night fast food on the bridge connecting the island to the mainland.

Although he exudes a sense of speed and danger, the guy is a careful driver, and I feel comfortable around him. I don't need the additional adrenaline rush that would result from irresponsible driving; his physique is fascinating enough.

He takes me down the winding road that goes to one of the island's picturesque overlooks rather than bringing me to a restaurant or his house. The moon is out, and its reflected light is shimmering on the water, clear out to the horizon, although the panoramic picture is finest during the day. I hear the waves smashing below us as Shane shuts off the bike's engine.

Before he removes a white bag from a storage pouch over his bike's gas tank and brings me to a seat along the walkway, I'm still unsure of where food is going to fit into the picture and, to be honest, after clutching his body during the trip, I have other things on my mind.

He queries, "Would you like the cheeseburger or the chicken sandwich?" His large hand is holding two parcels, each of which is covered in white paper.

They both had excellent voices. I assume it's a cheeseburger.

He gives me the other after opening the first to inspect its contents.

I enquire, "Where are these from?"

"Dave's. Do you realize it? He continues, "It's a little hole-in-the-wall place in a plaza across the Four Points bridge," as I shake my head. Just before they closed tonight, I purchased them.

He could've simply just bought food for himself earlier because we weren't meeting till midnight. Mark looks to be both sensually attractive and thoughtful.

I take a large mouthful and exclaim, "My god, this is good." It has the ideal proportion of meat to cheese to toasted bread and is still warm.

As he takes a bite of the chicken, Mark grinned at me. He tilts the bag toward me and adds, "There are fries too.

After a period of eating in quiet, we start talking as we get closer to finishing our sandwiches.

I remark, "So you work in construction," as I put a fry in my mouth.

Mark uses a paper napkin to clean his lips. The phrase "among other things."

"Like what?" you ask. If he revealed to me that he was a part-time model or a reserve soldier, I wouldn't be shocked.

"Property development," he explains.

Although I am unsure of the details, it seems a little remarkable.

He starts by asking, "What do you do at Rusty's?" before I can ask him a follow-up question.

I work as a waitress.

Been there a while?

I take a second French fry. It has been "almost two years."

"How about it?" While I'm still fishing in the bag, he reaches in and touches my hand with the back of his hand.

It's work. The coworkers I have are pleasant.

He nods and adds, "That's essential. And you reside on this island, right?

"All my life."

Nice, he remarks.

A: "How about you?" I enquire before devouring my burger.

"I now reside in Whitman, but I was born and raised inland in the center of the state."

"Last one," I remark, holding out the lone fry I could locate in the bag. Want to divide it? Even better than the wonderful burger were the fries.

His lips twitches at one of the corners. It is all yours. He comments, "I'm surprised you don't have a boyfriend," as he sees me enjoying the rest of the salty potato bliss.

What makes you believe that I don't?

Mark's eyes close up. "Do you?"

"No. I don't have faith in them.

He evaluates me while leaning back on the bench's arm. "You don't think they exist? Like they're the Tooth Fairy or Santa Claus?"

I sigh. "That sort of thing."

He shook his head, a smile almost visible on his lips. "Want to take a ride around the island?"

In order to get closer to Mark, I pull the paper bag out of the way and place my hand on his leg. "Let's take a ride to your house."

For a long minute, his eyes penetrate mine before he lowers himself and approaches my lips. He hesitates there for a while, his breath teasing my top lip, before making contact and giving me a sample kiss. I narrow the gap and go closer once again, pushing my lips against his in order to get what I want before he pulls away.

He grabs my face in his hand and lets out a tiny moan as he tilts his lips to take a longer taste. No matter that we had just finished eating, I wanted to go closer to him and climbed into his lap since he had a taste that was distinctive, his, and exquisite.

He pulls away as I put my hand around his neck and ball the collar of his shirt in my fist. His tone has been tougher just a few moments ago. "My housemates tonight are hosting guests in their home. What about your home?

I respond, rage rising inside me, "I have a roommate too." Mark will probably be ready for a fuck right now on the bench if I give him a couple more kisses. "Let me check to see if she went out."

I grab my phone out of my back pocket while still on his lap and text Jade while always being aware of his firm body underneath me.

Are you at home?

Thankfully, she responds right away: At Justin's, I am. I will remain here.

"It's evident. I tell Mark, leaping out of his lap, "Let's go.

After taking care of our garbage, we get back on the bikes and ride down the hill. I've been lusting after his figure ever since I spotted him in the parking lot, and with each mile that puts us closer to my place, I become more and more worked up, ready to leap on him as soon as he lowers the kickstand. It's a miracle I even had time to eat-the food truly was that wonderful.

As we go to my building's entrance and board the brief elevator, our hands are all over one another. His fingertips are teasing the flesh on the top of my chest while I'm curled beneath his arm mapping the muscles on his back.

Mark comments, "Nice place," as I pry open the door. Actually, this location is fantastic. Clean, roomy, and best of all, it's next to Rusty's and has a glimpse of the beach. I couldn't afford it even with the fantastic price we received if Jade and I weren't splitting the rent.

Despite the fact that I like my flat, I'm not in the mood to show Mark around. I bring him straight into my bedroom and immediately take my shirt off.

He says with that now-familiar sneer on his face, "What's your rush?"

"Rush? I begin on his shirt, "I've been waiting for this for hours.

He quickly removes my bra and fondles my breasts with one hand while removing his trousers and underwear with the other as his grin develops into a full-on smile.

I can't take my eyes off of him because I want to see whether his cock is just as stunning as the rest of him.

It does not let you down.

It bursts loose, semi-hard, and I can't help but wrap my hands around it right away. Mark's throat lets out a deep groan as I caress the tender skin of his ever harder member.

It's long, thick, and utterly delicious.

I whistle again, this time more quietly but gratefully and in remembrance of the summons that brought us together earlier today. Even as he chuckles, another rumbly sound that I can feel between my knees, his chest expands with pride.

I kneel and put my lips to the tip of his cock after tracing every vein and giving it a couple pulls, my tongue darting out to grab his come and swirl around the head. I maintain a steady gaze on his as I open wide and receive him, enclosing my lips around him like a glove before slipping off gently and repeating the move.

Fuck Rebecca, I say. He already seems lost inside himself, and I've only just begun. I start to suck faster, giving it all I've got with my lips, tongue, and - ever so softly - my teeth while my hand grips the root of his cock.

He grinds out, "Oh fuck, you are terrific at that. He leads me against him a few more times, palming the back of my head, until he pulls me away and separates us. Perhaps a touch too nice, he continues.

Mark promptly takes care of my still-on pants by rapidly removing both my underwear and jeans in a few simple moves. He then pushes me onto the bed and assumes a position between my legs.

I've been attacking him like we're in a race against time, but he takes his sweet time, kissing my inner thighs and stroking my whole abdomen with his rough hands before focusing on the area where I want him most. By the time he finally takes his tongue to my core and slurps up my secretions, my pussy is gushing for him.