5 Bikers for Valentines

We said goodbye to Stephanie and got in Tara’s car. She was silent the entire drive back to my apartment. She parked and turned to face me, an apologetic look on her face.

“I think I should head home,” she said.

“No,” I said firmly.

“No?” She raised her eyebrows.

“Not until you tell me what the hell is going on,” I said. “Come on, Tara, this is getting ridiculous. Just talk to me.”

She sighed and shook her head. I could tell she wanted to let me in, but she didn’t know how. When she locked eyes with me, a sense of dread filled my stomach. Suddenly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the truth.

“Listen,” she said. “Things are insane right now. My clinical rotation is kicking my ass. I just had a patient lose his leg after months of PT. I was so hopeful for his recovery, and then, he just deteriorated. Everything went to shit. I’m stressed out, Caleb. I’m stressed as hell, and it’s killing me.”

“That’s it?” I asked. “It’s just stress?”

“I haven’t been feeling well,” she said slowly.

“From the stress?” I asked.

Her eyes found mine, and she paused. I could see the wheels turning in her mind.

“Yeah,” she said with a small smile. “It’s just the stress.”

“In that case,” I said, grinning. “I know the perfect way to relieve that?”

“Oh yeah?” she asked playfully. “How’s that?”

“Come inside,” I said. “I’ll show you.”

Tara grinned even wider and let me lead her inside. I was still on my crutches, but I barely needed them. When we stepped through the front door, I threw them to the ground and turned to grab Tara around the waist. We kissed long and slow. I could feel the tension in her body melt away.

When I slid down to my knees, reaching under her dress to remove her panties, she gasped and moaned. I stayed down there with my lips pressed against her pussy while she writhed against my living room wall. I licked her clit relentlessly, reveling in the sound of her moans and lapping up her sweet taste.

If nothing else, I knew this would ease her stress. I shoved two fingers deep inside her pussy, rocking them back and forth while I continued to suck on her clit. She came hard, slamming her head against the wall and screaming out my name.

I slowly got to my feet while she reached out to me. We kissed frantically, both desperate to get to the bedroom. I fucked her slowly that night, taking my time to make sure she enjoyed herself. I wanted to watch all her stress melt away. I wanted her to be so full of pleasure that she didn’t have room for anything else. I wanted to know that, when I was done with her, she was satisfied and exhausted.

My hips rocked against hers in a slow rhythm while I kissed her lips. She’d come once already and was shaking beneath me. I pulled away just enough to stare into her eyes. They were wide pleasure while I took her gently. My thrusts were deep, slow, and meaningful. She stared at me while another orgasm rocked through her body. Her pussy clenched around mine, and I couldn’t hold myself back for another second.

I shot forward and buried myself in her. She cried out and moaned, panting and clinging to me. I watched her fall asleep that night, a peaceful expression finally on her face. For the first time in days, she seemed like Tara again.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN - TARA

My alarm went off early the next morning. I groaned and rolled over, burying my face in the pillow. Caleb stirred beside me but didn’t wake until I clicked the side of my phone, stopping the alarm and leaving us in the middle of an early morning silence.

I sighed and rolled onto my back. I looked over at Caleb who was groaning. He shifted uncomfortably and rubbed his face. His eyes flickered open and found mine, overwhelming me with their green depths.

I grinned as he slowly adjusted to consciousness. He smiled back and leaned forward to kiss me.

“Good morning,” he said when we pulled apart.

“Good morning,” I said. “I’m sorry my alarm woke you.”

“It’s okay.” He shrugged. “Had to wake up sometime. Are you working this morning?”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “I have a session in an hour.”

“Fuck that,” Caleb said, laughing. “Blow it off.”