5 Bikers for Valentines

“Can you?”

His question echoed in my mind throughout the rest of the day. I forced him to change the subject while we finished our food. We said goodbye, and he went back to the hospital, leaving me more confused than ever.

That night, I went to Stephanie’s bar. I was eager for a little distraction. My father’s words still echoed through my mind and my thoughts of Caleb were stronger than ever. Seeing Stephanie would help me relax and feel like myself again.

“Oh, thank God!” Stephanie squealed when I arrived. She jumped on the bar and swung her legs over, dropping to her feet in front of me. “I thought for sure you would bail on me tonight.”

“Not a chance,” I said. We hugged, and she grinned at me.

“Drinks?” she asked.

“Are you off already?” I asked.

“Yup.” She grinned wider and ordered us each three shots of tequila.

“Shit,” I said after we downed all of them. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“I’m trying to loosen you up, baby!” Stephanie said. “You’re all tied up in knots.”

“I’ll drink to that,” I said.

Stephanie laughed, and we spent the rest of the night losing ourselves in alcohol and fun. I hadn’t spent an entire night with Stephanie in months. My job kept me busy, and these damn headaches prevented me from enjoying myself. With Caleb back in my life, everything felt more complicated. I needed a night out with Stephanie more than I realized.

We danced, letting the world melt away. Stephanie and I jumped around, drunk and happy. Everything felt simple. I was myself again, and when Stephanie finally put me in a cab, there was only one place I wanted to be.

It might have been a mistake, but I didn’t care. I was drunk and horny, and I couldn’t get Caleb off my mind. While I danced with Stephanie, I imagined how it would feel to do the same with Caleb. I pictured his strong arms around my waist and his cock pressed against my ass while I moved against him.

I had the cab driver take me to his place, and I stumbled toward the front door. When I knocked, Caleb answered with sleep in his eyes and wearing only a pair of sweatpants. I knew it was late, but I didn’t care. I

needed to feel him.

“Come here,” I said, shoving myself through the door and throwing my arms around his neck. My lips crashed onto his, and he grabbed me around the waist to steady us.

“Tara,” he said breathlessly. “What are you doing here?”

“What does it look like?” I asked. “I’m here to finally stop fighting what I want.”

“And what do you want?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t see straight,” I said and licked my tongue over his bottom lip. “And then, I want you to hold me until the sun comes up.”

Caleb growled and kissed me roughly, our bodies pressing together. I smashed my breasts into his chiseled bare chest while grinding my hips back and forth against him. He groaned in response as his cock enlarged and hardened.

I wanted my clothes off so I could feel his skin against mine. I pulled off my shirt and threw it aside. Within seconds Caleb unhooked my bra, letting it drop to the floor.

He gave a wicked smile at the sight of my breasts, the nipples hard. His hand moved down to the curve of my back to hold me up. He enveloped one nipple with his hot mouth and pinched the other with his free hand. Desire shot through me as longing flooded my jeans.

“That feels so good,” I moaned. “More, please, do it harder.”

He sucked harder and bit my nipple with his teeth. His hand moved from my breast down over the skin on my stomach and unbuttoned my jeans. I shivered, arching my back and nearly falling over.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom,” he said, laughing at my drunkenness.

But I wasn’t ready to pause and move to another room. I ran my hands down his washboard stomach and yanked his sweatpants and boxers down. His rock-hard cock sprang loose toward me as I bent down and slid him into my mouth.

“Oh fuck, Tara,” Caleb’s voice breathed out above me as he steadied himself against the back of the couch.

I swirled my tongue over his engorged tip. I swallowed the salty precum and took him in deep until his hardness hit the back of my throat. He gripped my hair as I moved up and down along his shaft. His cock jerked in my mouth each time my lips reached his tip. His moaning encouraged me to continue. I couldn’t get enough of his scent and his taste. And I liked being the one in control.