Becca Vs. Biker

And then the suspense music hits my brain. He's cleaning my pussy. My very sensitive, aching for his touch, and from his touch, pussy. I keep breathing. Neither of us says anything, but his eyes are drinking me in. This is somehow so sexy because it isn't trying to be. He's managing to touch my pussy without trying to turn me on. And I'm not exactly dripping—well, with more than shower water—but this is so sexy. When he finishes and washes the rest of me, there's, like, a dormant slut inside of me that's crouching to pounce after we take care of the rest of the day. And I realize that after all the time apart, we're together. Really together. I'm safe with him. Comfortable with him.

And...never fucking bored.

He finishes me and now I want to take my turn. I wash every inch of him, including several healthy inches of cock and I don't try any funny business.

We step out and dry off, and I lean in to kiss him and that fire is always there. We stoke the flames and fan them, but then we get dressed and climb on his bike. I hold onto him and, secure in knowing we have a future, I look out from my helmet at the scenery of the small town that we're in. We pull into a mom and pop's diner. I just know the food's going to be good, but the company's going to be even better. Ladies, get a man who can melt your panties and your heart.

And then you take him home and you suck his cock like you're trying to kill yourself with it down your throat.

We head inside and are seated in a booth. Our server hands us our menus. She makes sure to pay extra attention to Harlan. Twirling her hair, smiling at him, and totally ignoring me. But I don't care because he's mine and I'm proud. So what if she wants him? I'm licking the cum off his cock tonight.

"What do you want, Becca? The waitress doesn't seem to realize you're here," Harlan says gruffly. He's annoyed.

I laugh, waving my hand to show that I don't care. "I'll have a sweet tea," I say.

The server shows back up, but something in Harlan's look totally kills her flounce and she's all business. Whoa, the man is magic. I'm just the lucky one he's allowed his spell to be cast on. He orders for us both and gets us both burgers. He's still bossy, even in just little ways, but I like how possessive Harlan always is. It turns me on. I like being his.

When the food arrives, I sink my teeth into my burger and it is heaven. Easily my third favorite thing I've ever put in my mouth. We're keeping track here—Harlan's cock, Harlan's tongue, and then this burger. Which is a shame because I'm swallowing this burger up, but I'll have a chance at the other two tonight and they're going to last much longer. This time when I giggle, I explain this all to Harlan.

He's actually amused and he reaches out and holds my other hand, giving it a quick squeeze. Amazing how this is the same man that fucks my ass so hard I might cry from the intensity and he’s holding my hand over burgers in a diner. I like it. Do get a man who can do both.

The sweet tea and french fries I follow up with completely hit the spot and I’m feeling more human again. Harlan pays and we head out toward his bike. He grabs me and pulls me toward him, kissing me. “I ain’t had enough of you tonight. I won’t have enough of you, ever, Becca,” he tells me when he releases me. Stuff like that will make a girl’s eyes water, it's so sweat.

“I’ll never have enough of you, either,” I tell him back, grinning almost stupid wide but I don’t care. I’m so happy.

I slide my helmet on and snap it and crawl behind him on the bike, wrapping around him. Everyone knows a lady likes the vibration, but I love clinging to him like plastic wrap while we careen down the streets. It's totally valid to be painted on him because it is the only safe way to ride. You lean with the driver; you feel the rode with him. And feeling all the muscles in his powerful body rubbing against you? With powerful vibrations right on your pussy? Well that's a definite fucking added bonus.

We’re back at the hotel in no time. This time, there are no old couples to incense, so I guess I’ll have to settle for just sucking Harlan’s cock good enough to make him forget his name—or at least for him to say my name.

He pulls the key from his jeans and time seems to slow down while he’s unlocking the door. I walk inside. I tug at his belt, undoing the latch, undoing the button above his fly, and pulling down his zipper.

Then I head toward the bed and put my feet toward the headboard, my head dangling over the edge of the end of the bed. “I’m going to suck you real deep, baby, come here,” I say. He’s just watching me and now that he knows what filthy things I have in mind, he’s happy to oblige.

Slowly, watching him watching me, I run my tongue over my top and then lower lip. I part my mouth, opening up and making sure my teeth are further back in my mouth. I know how Harlan likes to fuck my face and I’m giving him a deep hole to my throat to fuck into. When he starts to slide in, I’m hoping, honestly, to make him weak in the knees for once.

I bring my hands back to play with his balls. His hands go to my still clothed breasts. I’m not the main attraction here, and I'm not about to give him a reason to make that happen the way he has a habit of doing. I suck him in, deep, and use my tongue to toy with the sensitive underside of his cock. He doesn’t wait or come on easy, but rams his cock in and out my mouth. Harlan has more than one way to make a girl’s eyes water, and I’m loving every second of it.

My mouth creates perfect suction on his cock and I can hear the effect. His breathing is ragged, trading curses and low moans that escape his lips. His hands are desperately clutching my tits and squeezing hard. I feel how hard he is in my mouth. Of course, his super cock never stops slamming into me, and I focus hard on breathing, sucking, and keeping up. I feel how close he is to coming, and he groans out, “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” and then unloads an impressive stream of hot cum down my throat. I swallow all of him and keep sucking. I think I detect possible wobbly legs then. Harlan’s deep in my throat and I’m sucking every last drop out of his cock. When he’s finally done and can’t take it anymore, he slides his cock up and out of my mouth. I flip around on the bed to sit up, the rush of my blood making me dizzy for a second, but Harlan’s already wrapping me in his arms.

“Good to the very last drop,” I say with a smile. He kisses me, and I think, this is my idea of a happily ever after.

20

Epilogue

“Are you sure we shouldn’t have brought a bottle of wine?” Harlan asks me as we get off the bike. He takes my helmet and hands it to the valet.

I know what you’re thinking. Valet? Wine? What’s happening to the Black Fist MC?

Nothing. Don’t worry. Everyone is still the same as Harlan likes it – they still guzzle beer all over the place and spray cum on anything they can.

Or is it guzzle cum and spray beer? Whatever.

No, in between all the MC things that Harlan does, I convinced him today to come out with me to Alicia and Derek’s garden party out in the Hamptons.

Seriously, Harlan’s clubhouse is maybe about an hour away on the Long Island Expressway, but it couldn’t be a more different world.

Instead of guns and knives, we walk into an array of suits and sports coats. Maybe the odd person in Nantucket Reds – God, I hate those shorts. To caviar and a string quartet playing in the corner instead of a bar with a guys with guns standing around.