He leads me to a Harley with a gorgeous paint job. The background is neon green and there is a skeletal couple hand painted in a loving embrace. “You know how to ride?”
“Yup.”
“Good. Better hold on tight.”
With my arms wrapped tightly around his waist I hold on for dear life as we roar down the highway. It isn’t long before he turns down a winding dirt road and comes to a stop at a trailer that looks like it’s located behind the bar we were just at. I don’t know why he brought me this way, but I don’t mention it as he helps me off the motorcycle. I follow him up the wooden steps to a natural wood porch that is in progress. He stops short at the door. “Overlook my mess. Remodeling.”
“Yeah sure.” I mean, he’s a bad ass biker, I’m not expecting the place to be immaculate. We both know why I am here. It’s a one time thing. One night. A thrill. Nothing more. I’m not worried about getting pregnant. When I was in middle school my appendix ruptured and they discovered my right fallopian tube was wrapped around my ovary and removed it. My periods have always been screwy. I tried birth control, but it made my eyes dry and I gained fifteen pounds. It was a bitch to lose the weight. My doctor said I would have better chances at playing the lottery than conceiving.
As soon as he unlocks the door and I step through he’s on me. Clothes go flying through the air in the darkness. I stumble through the mobile home as he guides me to what I am assuming is the bedroom. Left in my red bra and matching thong, he pushes me down onto the bed. With his mouth on mine, he jerks the cups down nearly ripping the silky material to fondle my breasts. Pinching a nipple between his fingers, he rolls the tender skin back and forth until it hardens, repeating the motion with the other. His other hand slides between my thighs, pushing them apart.
Yanking my thong down to my ankles he isn’t wasting any time in getting down to business.
I don’t even know his name but right now I don’t care. I’m a woman who knows what she wants and right now what I want is for him to fuck me silly. My biker doesn’t disappoint.
His naked, tattooed, and muscular body presses mine down in the mattress. His mouth, tongue, fingers, and cock assault my body at once. He’s touching me all over as he glides his thick erection into my silken heat, stoking my fire. I’m burning for him. I let out a moan as he sinks further in, hitting me in the right spot. The rough pad of his finger circles my clit while he thrusts his hips. I’m already close to my release. The man moves fast and I’m not complaining. I’m getting exactly what I came here for. A good hard fuck. Our bodies are slick with sweat as we change positions.
Face down, ass up, on my knees I grip the headboard. My lover isn’t taking it easy on me. Holding my hips, he hammers his body into mine. With every stroke of his cock I come a little more undone. My eyes go back in my head as the orgasm rakes through my veins. I tremble and shake beneath him.
Teeth sinking into my shoulder, his cock twitches inside me. The warmth of his essence runs down my thighs as he collapse next to me in the bed.
“Fuck.” He lets out a breath and smiles at me. A minute later he’s rolling out of the bed and tossing my clothes at me. Any other girl may be offended but I didn’t come here looking for love.
“Where can I drop you at?”
“With my friends. I’ll call them and see where we can meet.”
**
After getting a text back from Tina my nameless biker drops me off at a diner the next town over. I know I look rough and just fucked but I don’t care. It was fun. I plan to live fast and free.
I find Tina, Matt, and J
eff sitting in a booth sipping sodas and eating some fries.
“Hey.” I offer them a smile.
“I gotta go the bathroom,” Tina announces, and I follow her knowing she is probably going to lecture me. The door closes behind me and she leans against the sink with her arms folded over chest. “So…how was it?” She grins, surprising me.
“What?” I laugh.
“You heard me.” She swats at me. “That guy was hot. What’s his name?”
“I um…”
“Oh. My. God. You hussy. You didn’t get his name?”
I shake my head and move to the mirror and look at my appearance. My short wavy hair is wild and in knots. My face is still flushed, and I have a hickey on my neck. “It was intense. Fast, but damn good. The man can do things with his mouth. Not to mention he was packing some heat.”
Tina smirks. “You’re so bad.”
“I know. I just…I don’t know. It felt right.”
“I’m just glad you’re okay. I thought for sure I’d be reporting you missing tomorrow morning.”
“Gee thanks.”
Holding her palms out she says, “Hey. I watch the news.”