5 Bikers for Valentines

“You just say the word, Hailey Roberts,” he said. “Whenever you're ready, I'm more than happy to carry you upstairs and fuck your brains out.”

My knees grew weak. I stared back down at the den, then back at Cason. My sixteen-year-old self would kill me if I let Cason get away this easily, and it had been so long since someone - anyone - had looked at me the way he did.

I leaned into him and whispered into his ear, “Let's do it.”

Cason pushed me up the stairs, and although my mind screamed, asking me what in the hell I was doing, I didn't protest this time. I could feel him pressing himself into me, his erection hard and ready.

I wanted him bad.

I'd wanted him since the first time we got paired up in biology class. When the teacher announced that we'd be working together, and our eyes met over the lab table, I thought my heart was going to explode right then and there. I wasn't sure I'd survive the semester. I'd fantasized about him countless times, wishing I could say something. Wishing he'd ask me out.

Now, there we were, walking upstairs to my bedroom. My childhood bedroom with my parents were downstairs and everything. It felt like I was back in high school all over again, living out one of my fantasies. There was no way I could resist.

We reached the upstairs landing and then my bedroom door. Cason pressed me up against the door, kissing down the length of my neck as he ran his hands over my body. As he touched a sore spot on my abdomen, I jumped. He pulled back and stared at me with wide, golden eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I said, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I'm more than okay.”

I opened the door and took his hand, pulling him inside and shutting it behind us. There was no lock, never had been, so I put a chair in front of the door to give us some warning in case my parents decided to barge in.

My bedroom looked much the same as it had all those years ago. Lilac colored walls with white trim, a large window overlooking the yard. My twin bed had been replaced with a queen recently, thanks to my mom turning it into a guest room. It took up most of the room now, and Cason and I fell down onto it together.

His tongue pushed past my lips as his hands moved over my body, taking one of my breasts in his palm.

“God, I've always wanted to know what these felt like,” he said with a salacious little grin.

“You're joking, right?” I laughed.

“Not at all,” he said. “When you'd come into class with those V-neck shirts you liked wearing, I was in heaven.”

Color rose to my cheeks. “You mean, you thought of me like that back then?”

“I was a sixteen-year-old boy, Hailey – hell yeah, I did,” he said. “You were always hot, you just didn't know it.”

All those years of thinking I wasn't good enough for him, and he'd been thinking about me sexually too. Just knowing that sent a thrill throughout my body, and I kissed him harder, the fire inside of me burning out of control as my hands fumbled with his belt.

Cason lifted my sweater over my head, moving his mouth to my cleavage, dotting kisses along my bra line. I reached behind me, fighting with the clasps on my bra, and he helped me. When we got it unsnapped, I let it fall down onto the bed. My breasts were free now, and he looked at them, and then looked me in the eye, a look of pure rapture on his face.

“You're so beautiful, Hailey.”

Cason took a nipple into his mouth and began sucking lightly. My toes curled at the sensation of his mouth on me, and I pressed myself into him. I needed him. I needed my fantasy from the past to become a reality.

Cason slipped my yoga pants down and off me, leaving me in just my panties. I reached for his zipper and he helped me, sliding his pants down just enough to expose his nice, long cock glistening with pre-cum. I stared for a long time, in awe. This was Cason McCormick's cock, and it was larger than I imagined it to be.

Staring into his eyes as I wrapped my tiny hand around the base of his rod, I started to stroke him. His eyes fluttered a bit, but they stayed open, his gaze firmly fixed on me.

Cason rolled over on his back and said, “Come here, Hailey. I'm going to make all your dreams come true.”

I'm sure it was meant to be a joke, or playing off what I'd said downstairs. Either way, the cocky grin on his face soaked my panties. Holding my hand, he guided me on top of him, pushing my panties to the side as I straddled him.

His hard cock slid over my clit as he rubbed himself against me. I moved back and forth, moaning at the feeling of him so close to my opening. With one hand, I took him and guided him where he needed to be. Locking eyes with my teenage crush, I lowered myself down onto him.

The tip of his hard cock pushed into me, stretching me open and I bit my lip to keep from crying out too loudly. My head fell forward, and I buried my face into his shirt to stop my moaning from carrying downstairs.

Cason closed the distance between us, thrusting upward and filling me up with his long, thick shaft. Once sheathed inside of me, he lifted my face and made me look at him, kissing the tip of my nose. Slowly, our bodies started moving together. I rocked back and forth, getting used to the sensation of having him inside of me.

The springs of my bed creaked, and we had to keep it slow. Cason still managed to keep himself in control, however, holding my ass and grinding upward into me. I ground myself down, trying to take as much of him inside me as possible, and the sensations were unbelievable. Trying to stay quiet was hard, but oh so sexy.