Using the Biker

Doc stood at her front porch.

“Oh,” she said.

“I didn’t mean to disappoint you.”

“You don’t disappoint. She thought you were the pizza delivery guy.”

“You get those kinds of calls a lot?” he asked.

“A couple of times.” She brushed some hair out of her eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s a clear night. Beautiful. I figured we could take a ride.”

“Yes, she would love to take a ride. Any kind of ride with you,” Mandy said.

Jo looked behind her at her friend.

“I’ll house sit. I’ve got nothing to do.”

“Dale’s looking for you.”

“Exactly.”

“You’re giving my boy the runaround?” Doc asked.

“I’m just making sure he knows it was just a little fun. You understand, don’t you?”

Doc glared at Mandy but didn’t say anything else to her. To Jo, he asked, “What do you say?”

“She says yes.”

“I need to hear it from her lips.”

“Jo’s shy.”

“Jo’s right here, and she doesn’t need you guys talking about me as if I’m not here. So, a ride. A casual ride.”

“On my bike.”

“You know you always wanted to do that.”

She wanted to kill Mandy.

“Sure, why not?” She glanced down at her clothes and groaned.

“You look fine.”

She was in a pair of sweatpants and a really old shirt that hung off her. It was several sizes too big but one of the comfy shirts she loved to wear to rest and relax.

“Okay.”

Grabbing her jacket off the coat stand, she sent Mandy a glare to let her friend know she was pissed at her.

Following behind Doc, she came to a stop at his very dominating bike. It was big, black, and it looked scary.

“It won’t bite,” he said.

“So it’s the rider I’ve got be careful of.”

“I’ll bite you and make sure you like it.”

She smiled.

Doc climbed on, and she nibbled her lip.

“What is it?”

“Don’t I have to wear a helmet?” she asked. She’d never ridden a bike in her life. This was all entirely new territory for her.

“Nope. We’ll take it slow.”

She didn’t see a reason to hesitate and climbed onto the back of his bike. He took hold of her hands, showing her how to hold onto him. He was strong, and as the engine roared to life, she let out a little gasp.

This had to be the most exciting and terrifying thing she’d ever done in her whole life. He took them on a road that went straight past his garage, the MC clubhouse, and out of town. The moment they passed the border sign, she couldn’t help but relax. She’d made it this far. Leaning back a little, she closed her eyes and basked in the feel of the wind rushing through her hair and the happiness as Doc controlled the roads.

After nearly an hour, he pulled into a gas station to fill up the bike. The station was a late night one, and she climbed off the bike, feeling her legs quiver. She didn’t need any help standing, and she turned to Doc, feeling invigorated.

“I had no idea it could be like that.”

“Riding is the joy of life.”

“Is that why you do it?”

“Among other reasons. The jacket is a chick magnet.”

She laughed. “So I’m lucky to have your attention now.”

“I figured you and I made an agreement.”

“An agreement?”

“I’ll scratch your itch and you’ll do the same with mine.”

“Sex?”

“You got it, baby.”

“I thought we agreed to the one time.”

“Is that what you think?” He stepped up toward her, stroking her cheek.

“You should be filling up with gas.”

He pressed his cheek against hers. “I should be filling that tight pussy with my dick. Tell me you’ve not been wanting the exact same thing. I’ll walk away now, not look back if you tell me the truth.”

She pulled back to look him in the eye. She didn’t speak a word.

It had been a week since their time together in his office. She had thought about him constantly, even when she tried to ignore all thoughts of him.

It shouldn’t be this hard, and yet, it had been exactly that.

Doc had ruined her for everyone else, and even though she wanted to be strong, she couldn’t be. She wanted him, and being single, why couldn’t she have him?

Nothing was stopping her.

He winked before turning away.

This wasn’t love. This was sex. Hard fucking, nothing more.

****

Doc never, ever brought a woman back to his home. It was strictly off-limits. He didn’t even allow the club pussy to clean his space. He hired professional cleaners for this place. Yet, he invited Jo right inside.

His cock could be sucked and fucked by anyone. He didn’t know what was so special about this woman. He had been with plenty of women, too many to count, and yet here he was, panting after this one.

Jo glanced around the main sitting room. “You have a nice place.”

“You do know Dale’s at your place screwing Mandy right now.”

“So long as they don’t do it in my bed or on my kitchen counters, I don’t care. I’ve got a thing about my bed.”