Using the Biker

He liked that.

“You’re finding this comfortable?”

“We’ve gotten all the tricky stuff out of the way. You’re divorced, no kids. You want to fuck someone that isn’t your husband. Me, have a kid, I was young. No wife, no other kids, and I’d be happy to fuck you, sweetheart.”

“You’re as blunt as Mandy.”

“She’s got a lot of catching up to do. Life is too short, and I’ve got a lot of shit going on. I don’t like to play around. You want to have some fun. I’m your guy. I’ll be up front. I don’t do love or marriage, or settle down. I fuck. I have fun. End of story. Don’t go thinking this is anything but.”

He took a sip of his beer, wondering if he’d been too blunt, and then got confused by his own thoughts. Why should he give a fuck if he’d shocked her? He wasn’t here to mess around.

Mandy had been dropping hints about Jo for weeks, and even though he didn’t bite during any of them, it didn’t mean he wasn’t intrigued. He liked Mandy. She was a hard worker for him. She talked too much, but it was refreshing to have someone like her around. She put everyone at ease.

Jo took a long gulp of her beer, and he watched her throat work. All he wanted was to have those lips wrapped around his dick as he pumped his load deep into her throat, watching her swallow every single drop.

She licked her lips and stared at him. “I didn’t ask for love. I may have been a useful wife, putting him through school, but it got old real fast. I’m happy to have some fun if you are.”

Now he was getting somewhere.

Chapter Two

From standing in a biker bar, ordering a beer, to a conversation, to sitting in Doc’s office, Jo didn’t have a clue what the fuck actually happened. One minute she was embarrassed by Mandy’s insinuations. Her best friend didn’t have a subtle word or bone in her body.

Now she was sitting in Doc’s office. The scent of leather, cigarette smoke, and beer was heavy in the air. She didn’t detect any scent of sex, not that she’d have a clue. To know what the smell of fucking was like, she would have had to be having some.

There hadn’t been a spark in her marriage in a long time. She hadn’t slept with her ex-husband for some time before she caught him cheating. They didn’t connect, and it was hard to want to have sex with a man who looked like it was a chore to be in the same room as you. After finding him in that compromising position, she got herself tested, and was clear.

Sipping at her beer, she had no idea where to look. This was all new to her.

“I’m curious, how many men have you fucked?” Doc asked.

Returning her attention to him, she pressed her lips together, feeling put on the spot.

“Erm, I don’t think that’s really any of your business.”

“You look like a virgin, waiting to be taken and ravished.”

Her cheeks had to be red. Her face was flaming hot.

“I’m not a virgin. I’ve had one partner.”

“Your husband.”

“Guys weren’t exactly pushing down my door. What about you?”

“I’ve had too many to count.”

“Really?”

He moved toward her, and even as she didn’t want to, she took a step back.

“You don’t even have an estimate?”

“A real man doesn’t kiss and tell.” He reached out, tilting her head back, and she stared into his eyes. He had the prettiest eyes, and from what she’d seen of his lips, she wanted them on her body, as well as his hands.

She wanted his kiss more than anything else.

“You’re quite easy to read.”

Jo didn’t get a chance to respond as he slammed his lips down on hers, silencing any question or protest from her. With her hands clenched into fists at her sides, she didn’t know what to do or to say.

Hold him.

Touch him.

Show him you’re an actual human being with feelings and emotions.

She touched his arms, feeling the strength even through the leather of his jacket.

The hand that had rested beneath her chin moved, sinking into her hair. He grabbed the back of her head tightly, almost too much for her to handle. Her nipples went hard as pebbles.

Doc bit down on her lip, sucking it into his mouth before breaking from the kiss.

“This doesn’t mean anything. You can fuck without regrets. No one is at home waiting for you. I won’t judge you.”

She closed her eyes, wanting it so badly. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she’d give anything to just let go.

Then do it.

No one is waiting for you at home.

You’re lonely.

Stop being this woman that no one wants.

She was tired of curling up on the sofa each night, a tub of ice cream, and no one to share it with.