Sex Piston (Biker Bitches 1)

“You’re the sexiest virgin I’ve ever seen.” Stud surged more forcefully inside her, increasing his speed as her hands moved to his shoulders, digging her nails unconsciously into his flesh.

His movements brought a tightening in her sheathe that had her tensing underneath him. As she came, his strokes shortened as his cock rubbed against her clit, intensifying her orgasm. He then thrust deeper within her, his muscled body shuddering as she felt his cock jerking its release. Her thighs hugged his hips tighter against her. It was the most erotic moment of her life as she lifted her hips, trying to catch that last spark of her own release.

Stud moved to her side before rising from the bed and going into the bathroom. Sex Piston waited until the door closed before she jumped from the bed. She used a discarded towel on the floor to wipe up the evidence or her lost virginity from between her legs before shimmying into her jumpsuit. She hurriedly zipped it up, ignoring the slight sting when she scratched her skin.

Jamming her feet into her boots, she then took off running to the bedroom door and was out in the hallway in no time. Reaching the front door, she flung it open when a hand slammed the door immediately shut and an arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her from her feet.

“I didn’t think anything could send you running,” Stud said mockingly.

Sex Piston thought about denying it, but being caught in the act prevented her from doing so. Instead, she tried to bluff it out.

“Fuck off.”

“Now, is that any way to treat the man who you gave your virginity to?” Stud whispered against her neck.

“Would you rather I kick you in the nuts, which is what I’m going to do if you don’t let me go?” Her booted feet kicked back against his bare shins.

Stud ignored the pain as he walked to the couch, sitting down with her on his lap. His hand went to her thighs, holding her in place, as his thumb smoothed over the scratch between her breasts.

“Talk,” he ordered.

Sex Piston stubbornly kept her mouth shut.

“Sex Piston, one thing I know about you is that you have no problems speaking your mind, so I am sure you can manage to tell me how, with a body and name like yours, you managed to stay a virgin.”

Sparks flew from her eyes at his words as laughter filled the air at her attitude. Understanding dawned in his eyes.

“You did exactly opposite what everyone expected of you, didn’t you? Poor Ace.” His laughter earned him a punch upside his head. He managed to grab her fist before she aimed for a second shot at his nose.

Frustrated at her inability to successfully hurt him, she let him have it with her words instead. “Fucking asshole. How was I still a virgin when we spent the night together? I may have been drunk, but you weren’t. You lied to me.”

“I did lie,” he confessed with a boyish charm she didn’t know he was capable of.

“No shit. Why?” Glaring at him, she unsuccessfully tried to punch him again.

“You’re going to get mad.”

“I’m already mad. I passed mad when you hurt me.”

“I’m sorry.” This time his thumb rubbed against her high cheekbone. He regretted being so rough with her, not knowing she was a virgin.

“So why did you lie?” Sex Piston refused to be charmed by the obviously experienced Stud.

“Several of the brothers want to get to know the women in your crew better—” he began to explain.

“You mean they want to fuck them,” she corrected him.

“Yeah, well, that too, but those bitches won’t make a move without your okay, so I figured that if you thought that we had fucked, you’d loosen your hold of them. You couldn’t tell them no when you thought you had fucked me. You know, kind of like lead by example kind of thing.”

Sex Piston just stared at him for his lame ass reasoning. She could tell that he was expecting another punch for his answer, but she didn’t try to hit him. She was too hurt. She sucked in her breath, lowering her lashes so that he couldn’t see the truth of her feelings.

“Well, it worked, didn’t it? You should be happy with yourself. You and your buddies got what you wanted. Now, let me up. I’m going home.” Sex Piston tried to get off his lap again.

“You’re going to stay the night here then I’ll take you home in the morning,” Stud stated.

Sex Piston’s lips tightened at the man who she had mistakenly gone to bed with. Her temper let fly and she went nuts before he could react. Her hands went to his throat, gripping it tightly as her thumb pressed down on his windpipe. “Motherfucker, you used me being drunk so that you could manipulate me into doing what you wanted so that your lame ass brothers could get laid. Then you expect me to stay and let you fuck me over again? I wouldn’t have fucked you tonight if I hadn’t thought I already had. Why would I waste myself on you?”