5 Bikers for Valentines

“Fuck yes, Josie,” I said through gritted teeth. “That's it. There you go, baby.”

She whimpered, and her movements became more erratic, more frantic. She looked at me with wild eyes, an expression of absolute bliss on her face.

“Like that, my pet?” I said. “Is that the spot? Tell me you like that.”

“Yes, Gavin,” she moaned. “I like that. Just like that. Oh fuck, yes.”

She threw her head back, crying out as she started to grind down harder on me. She bounced up and down on my cock hard and fast. Her tits were bouncing, and I was fingering her clit while she fucked me. I felt her body trembling and that, in conjunction with her spasming little twat, milked the seed from me.

I exploded inside her, my seed shooting into her, filling up her hot little pussy. Her eyes popped open wide and she stared down at me, a frantic look on her face. A look I knew well. A look that could only mean one thing: she was climaxing too.

As I blew my load inside her, I held onto her hips, held her in place

as she writhed wildly on top of me—her screams only adding fuel to the fire of my own orgasm as I felt my cock pulsing and throbbing while I unloaded inside her.

As the waves of our orgasms slowly subsided, Josie collapsed on top of me, her bod still shaking. Her legs were quivering, and she didn't seem capable of speech. I pushed the hair from her face and stared into her eyes, “Was that good for you, baby?”

“Y—y—yes,” she stuttered, her voice raspy. “Oh God, yes.”

“Good,” I said, kissing the tip of her nose. “Because you were fucking amazing for a virgin.”

I moved her to the side, feeling the warm fluid rushing out of her. I covered her up. She murmured dreamily, completely exhausted and spent. I curled my body around her, kissing her until she was breathing softly as she fell asleep.

As much as I loved being dominant and being the one in control, one thing always remained the same—you needed to treat your sub, your pet, with respect and care. Aftercare was as important as anything when it came to BDSM, and I needed to show Josie I appreciated her.

Because if I had my way, this was only the beginning. She knew the basics now. We knew her tight, virginal little pussy could take my cock and the pounding I was going to give her.

Chapter Seven

Josie

It felt like a dream. Totally surreal. But, when I woke up in a cozy, warm bed, my naked body was intertwined with Gavin's. I almost had to pinch myself to make sure it was real. His firm, toned body was curled around me, spooning me, and I felt his erection pressing against my ass. I glanced back at him, and saw that he was still sound asleep.

As I lay there and took stock of myself, I realized that my body hurt in ways I didn't know were possible. My muscles were as sore as if I'd just spent eight hours working out. I felt raw and stretched—all of it a reminder of what had happened the night before.

I was no longer a virgin. I'd gotten laid and it had been amazing. Sex with Gavin had been better than I thought it would be, especially for my first time. I had to admit, letting him take control, forcing me to be the submissive was sexy as hell. So was the dirty talk and everything else that went along with it.

It was so outside my comfort zone, yet, mind-blowingly incredible. I knew we'd only scratched the surface and that we hadn't really gotten into the whole BDSM aspect of things—that still worried me a little bit. But, I was perfectly fine with giving over control of my body to him. He did such amazing and delicious things with it.

I looked at him again, feeling the fire still burning between my thighs. I wanted more, but I knew my body needed to rest. I was tender and sore and should probably let myself heal up first. And besides, I didn't want to make things awkward. This was just about sex, nothing more. I gently slipped out of Gavin's embrace and placed my feet on the floor. I looked back again, to see that he was still fast asleep.

Locating my dress and the rest of my clothes, I got dressed as quietly as I could, not wanting to disturb him. With my dress back on, I carried my shoes and walked toward the elevator. I hoped it would be easy to get back down to where I belonged, that it didn't require a code or something to make it work. I breathed a small sigh of relief when I found that it was just a normal elevator. At least from this side of things. He'd punched in a code to get us to his suite, but thankfully, I didn't need one to get back to my own level.

I pressed the down button, and was surprised that the elevator didn't make a peep. It opened up, silently, allowing me to step inside. Before the doors closed, though, I glanced back and caught a glimpse of Gavin sitting up in bed, he was stretching and rubbing eyes that were filled with sleep. He looked around, then saw me in the elevator just as the doors slid closed, obscuring my view of him.

Before the doors closed, I saw that he’d started to say something, but I missed it. The elevator took me back down to the nightclub floor. When it opened up into the familiar scene, I found the place mostly abandoned. There were some staff members cleaning the place up, but otherwise, no one was around. A man looked up at me as I exited the elevator and gave me a knowing glance. The way he looked at me suddenly made me feel dirty and ashamed—something I hadn’t felt with Gavin the night before.

I hurried out of the club, hoping that Gavin wouldn’t follow me. I couldn’t let him find me. Last night, I hadn’t been myself. I’d let Lila push me into doing something well outside my comfort zone and something totally out of the ordinary. It had been fun—it had been a lot of fun—but I knew that was all just fantasy. And it was time for me to get back to reality.

In just a few short hours, we’d be back in San Diego and I’d have to get back to my regular life; back to school and to my mom. And to everything that went with each of those things. Gavin would get back to whatever life he led and would forget all about me.

Given that he worked on board the ship, it was possible that he wasn’t even local. San Diego may have just been a port of call for him. One stop on a longer journey back home. I knew that it we very likely weren’t ever going to see each other again, and I thought that maybe, that was for the best.

I hurried out of the club and rushed through the corridors of the ship until I got to my room. Opening the door, I stepped inside and shrieked in shock and horror.

“Oh my God!”

I turned around as quickly as I could, but it was too late. The image was already burned into my retinas forever. Lila was bent over the arm of the sofa and he stood behind her, taking her from behind. He had a firm grip on her hair, yanking it hard, and Lila’s ass was bright red with handprints, and he was pounding his way deep inside her. I knew I’d never be able to un-hear the sound of their flesh slapping together as he fucked her.