Becca Vs. Biker

“Wha…”

I try, I really do. But at this point, I actually have no words. I’m not entirely sure I can speak.

She swags this shit across the top of the window, over some black leather curtains that are as old and dusty as my grandpa, and then stands back to admire the effect.

“A little more,” she says, and dives back into her bag o’ shit.

“What are you doing?” I finally get out, rather proud of myself for stringing four whole words together.

“Well, it seemed a little bland in here,” she says around grunts, as she continued futzing with the feathers, “so I pulled out some decorations that I’d lugged to my apartment with Tye but never got around to putting up. Can you believe he didn’t like pink feather boas?”

I look around my room, a desecration of the shrine that I’d erected to Harley-David

son, and mutter “shocking” underneath my breath.

“What?” she says absentmindedly, standing back to look at the window again and admire her handiwork.

“Nothing,” I say more loudly. “Just a frog in my throat.”

She nods, clearly not caring, and then goes back to her bag to pull out...

“Becca, you can’t put that up!” I protest. I don’t care how much I loved her pussy last night, it wasn’t that good.

She pauses in her task of hanging up a string of alternating pink and purple hearts around and over a metal sculpture of a Harley-Davidson 1967 motorcycle. “But Harlan,” she says seriously, “you haven’t seen them in action yet. Look!” She bends over and plugs them in. “They blink!”

The wad of lights begin to flash chaotically.

“No, no, no, no,” I say, swinging my legs out of bed. “Absolutely not.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll learn to love it. You’ve just been surrounded by black leather for so long, you actually started to think it was a fashion statement or something.” She leans over her bag and pulls out a stuffed teddy bear. Turquoise this time. Oh good. We have variety now. “Be a doll and put this on my side of the bed, will you? I’ve been missing sleeping with Schnokims for a while.”

I reflexively catch Schnokims as she tosses it to me and stare down at it in horror. Its cheerful grin mocks me.

“Becca!” I finally holler and she turns and looks at me. Really looks at me. Good! “I'm not going to have this—” I wave my arm wildly around the room, “—in my room!”

“You don’t think so, do you?” she says with a coy smile. “Well, I think I can convince you otherwise.” She strides over and pushes me back onto the bed before I realize what’s happening. As I’m falling backwards, I’m already justifying what’s happening in my mind. I was just taken by surprise is all. I mean, I’m a big, burly biker and she’s a tiny petite little thing. Obviously I’d be able to stand up to her…if I’d realized what she was going to do.

She pulls the blanket away from my dick and stares down at it with a happy sigh. “So much dick, so little time,” she says, and then dives down onto it.

I gasp with surprise as she wraps her warm, wet, amazing mouth around my morning wood and begins sucking enthusiastically. I relax into the bed with a whole-body groan. She feels so…amazing...

She begins to work her mouth up and down my cock with enthusiastic moans of her own, the vibrations traveling down my cock and through my body. Last night, sharing her with two other men was hot.

But having her focused 100% on me? This is fucking sexy.

She looks up at me with a naughty look in her eyes as she strokes me harder, faster, longer, and I feel myself beginning to reach the point of no return. I don’t want to cum yet, I don’t want to give up her warm, wet mouth on me, and then she reaches down and begins playing with my balls. Nothing more than rolling them around in the palm of her hand as she continues to stroke up and down my hard-as-nails dick and then my back arches and I cum with a shout, the world whiting out, my body as rigid as my cock and I’m shooting out ropes of cum, spilling down her face, down her body...

I eventually relax back onto the bed, my whole body hot with a happy fulfillment. She crawls up beside me and I cuddle her against me, feeling her amazing body warm against mine. She puts Schnokims onto my chest, wrapping her arm around it and me, and I decide that it’s okay to stay.

For now.

9

Becca

I lie back on the black leather couch with a happy grin on my face. Another day of being kidnapped, another day of no responsibility. This is a life I can get used to. My boss is stymied because I refuse to tell him where I’m at, saying that the gang is just too scary to allow me to say anything, and I had Harlan return the minivan in the middle of the night to the car rental place, shoving the keys down the return chute before heading back to the clubhouse.

I’ve turned off every piece of tracking technology in my phone so I can turn it back on and keep it on. I don’t want to completely lose track of the outside world, after all.