How could Katzenberg not notice.

He was staring right at her white sports bra, which suddenly had two small erasers sticking out, pointing at him. So enticed was he, that without asking he simply reached up with his pudgy, sweaty free hand and pinched the right one.

“So that happened.” Katzenberg deadpanned before returning his hand to the handlebars to enforce how trapped she was.

MJ moaned around his thumb, “Schtop, achsshole.”

Katzenberg looked at her with his best smile, one that looked positively devilish and said, “Why should I, Red? You asked me to stop last night too, then of course you jerked me off under the table in front of your husband. Do you mean stop? Looking at how your chest is heaving; I don’t think you do. With the way your tongue is treating my thumb, I think you would be happier if I threw you from the bike and skull fucked you. Is your pussy getting wet, or wetter?”

“Whacht, I mean, lachst night, schtop, it’sch not...” stammered an ever more aroused MJ, never even thinking of moving her head back and away from Nick’s thumb.

“Not wet, let’s test that theory. Let’s make a friendly wager. You are wet when I touch your pussy and you promise me one thing, if not, I promise you one thing. Nothing painful, or permanent, scouts honor.” Katzenberg laughed when MJ nodded with a slight groan of frustration as he pulled his hand back from her face, his pointer finger moving to flick her nipple and then painfully slowly, spiral out, tracing her huge breast.

MJ felt like hours passed as Nick’s fingernail trailed over her breast, pushing just hard enough into her unpadded sports bra to send shocks coursing through her. Nick stared at her, daring her to object. MJ didn’t know if she wanted to win or lose the bet, but she wouldn’t forfeit. If she wasn’t wet before, she was now. She had been toyed with by Katzenberg before and he had obviously been paying attention to what she liked. She had never felt so gently stimulated by him before. Before he was all dominance and aggression. Those light slaps were a reminder of what he could do to her, and like a car having it’s pump properly primed, she was running on all cylinders now. Even though this was different, still dominant but softer. Peter was the last thing on her mind as Nick held her in place with his eyes.

She could feel it, Nick dominated her with his stare alone, daring her to flinch away. Daring her to say no. His finger was playing her body like a violin, all while wearing that signature Katzenberg smirk, one his nephew also had.

MJ’s eyes were half-shuttered as she reveled in the forbidden touch. She didn’t notice as Katzenberg stepped to the side of her bike, his finger now trailing inside her jacket along the edges of her sports bra sending a tingling sensation every centimeter he moved. Her breathing became increasingly erratic, as he pulled his hand away to her cycling jacket zipper and pulled down only to return to where he had left it.

This time his fingers and hand traced patterns from her sternum to her belly button. Small light touches, that switched from a light grazing of her nipple by his palm, to all five fingers brushing by her navel, to his fingernail writing words of lust on her stomach. Still, he ignored her now drenched pussy, intently staring at her face, watching and remembering her most sensitive spots and how to draw out her arousal with the slightest touch, what amount of pressure each inch required. Flush red with passion, breathing coming in either short bursts or long deep breaths as she tried to stabilize. Low moans from deep within could be heard through the surrounding woods. She had never been so aroused from touches not directly to her breasts, or cunt.

She felt his hand move from her front to her back as a finger traced up over her shoulders, pushing her jacket down her arm inch by inch until it was free. He repeated the same action to the other arm, grabbing the sleeve with four fingers as he continued to trail the fifth back up her arm. It continued to her neck, under her chin and across her sensitive throat pausing to put slight pressure on her exposed windpipe, showing his strength, his power, his dominance over her, back to the nape of her neck and then down to the area between her shoulder blades. A slight push was all he needed to bend her forward as her feet came to a standing pose on her tippy toes, ass still seated. Her hands fumbling to grip onto the handles of the bike.

She glanced back with heavily lidded eyes as he mounted the bike seat behind her, the weight of his belly on her ass pushing her clit down into the saddle. Fingers wrapping around her slender neck, holding her tightly in place, hardening cock between her bubble butt cheeks. Only two thin layers of cloth separated them or was it three layers. MJ’s only semi-rational thought was on if Nick was wearing underwear.

Only now did she realize the hand holding the handlebars had left as it grabbed her. She could feel his feet lift off the ground and rest on the pedals, slightly spreading her already tired legs even further. The only thing keeping the bike standing was MJ’s toes, her beautiful sleek thighs rippled her calves strained as Nick’s ever shifting weight was not helping at all. All it did was cause her clit to grind back and worth into the saddle as she tried her best to balance.

The same hand that had been trailing along her body, now held her jacket. In an act of impressive athleticism, he swung it around her neck like a whip, catching the curling end as it clung tightly to her throat.

Letting go of her neck he moved his hand above his stomach, into the small of her back and applied a minimal amount of pressure as he pulled back on the jacket, twisting it in his fist, thrusting his hips forward, to knock her slightly forward until her clit was no longer digging into the saddle front. No, now it was her ass and cunt that was being ground into the saddle.

Once, twice, thrice. Forcing her to bend her back so his mouth was by her ear, as he looked down he could see her delectable cleavage thrusting out before her.

“Don’t move your hands, Red.” She could feel his hot breath on her ear and neck as he spoke in smooth baritones.