Biker's Virgin

His hands tightened around my waist, and he pulled me in with a kiss that sent shivers of pleasure shooting straight to my toes. I remembered that first kiss we had shared, and if it was even possible, this one was even better. I could feel his fingers against my back, and his cock pushed up against my thigh. He was rock hard, and the knowledge made me almost euphoric.

He pulled the t-shirt I was wearing up and over my head. Then, he unzipped my jeans and pulled them down my legs with excessive slowness, as though he wanted to take his time. I assumed his hard-on must have been uncomfortable, but he didn’t let it show. In fact, he seemed least bothered by it. I stepped out of my jeans with his help, aware that I was almost nearly naked, and he was still fully clothed.

He kissed my stomach as he straightened back up into a standing position. Th

en he unhooked my bra and slipped it off me. Instinctively, my hands went up to try and shield my breasts from view, but Zack pulled my hands down and caressed my breasts softly. That sent a shiver down between my legs, and I felt myself relax a little.

Then he took my hand and led me to the couch where he laid me down with excessive care. Once I was lying down flat, he leaned down over me so that his weight was not on me. Then he kissed me while his hands worked on my breasts, squeezing my nipples gently as he went. After a few minutes, he pushed himself lower down on the sofa and gently pulled off my panties, and I felt myself tense a little. But then he stepped back and started stripping down. My eyes scoured over his body. He was amazing to look at. I had seen his naked chest and his arms before, but everything else was new. His cock was so impressive that I could barely take my eyes off it.

Once he was naked, he settled between my legs again and pushed them open, and a moment later, I felt his tongue on my pussy. I gasped in shock at the waves of new sensations that gripped my body. I was so in my head that I couldn’t fully appreciate it until a minute had passed. Then my body started overtaking my head, and I felt little gasps escape my mouth without any permission from me.

He stayed down there until I was practically screaming in unintelligible screams that were made of pure pleasure. I was soaking wet when he settled himself on top of me and slipped inside me. I knew the first time was supposed to hurt, but I didn’t feel a thing other than desire. Nothing about this hurt, and I was so thankful that I had waited for Zack. It wouldn’t have been worth it, having sex for the first time with any other man.

I had seen how powerful and strong and relentless Zack could be. I had seen the power in his punches, the speed and agility of his movements in a fight. I had admired how fearless he seemed to be. And despite the fact that I hated the violence, a part of me recognized the beauty in it. Having observed all this in him, it was shocking to me to find how gentle he was.

Nothing about the sex was rough or violent or frightening. He slipped in and out of me easily, he caressed my body with gentle care, and he kissed me passionately but softly. It was one of the more revelatory experiences of my life, and I knew that no matter where I went or whom I met, I would never forget this experience. I would make sure I could never forget it. Even as it was happening, I promised myself that I would go over this memory in my head so often that it could never fade into vagueness.

The orgasm built slowly. I marveled at his staying power. I knew that for many men, being able to stay erect for this long without cumming was a serious talent. It had to have been almost thirty minutes before I even registered that Zack was trying to fight back his own orgasm in order to make sure I came first.

It was the most amazing feeling in the world. And a part of me wished that cumming could be as easy as brushing your teeth before bed. I felt my body open up. I felt like a bundle of nerve endings all rolled together in a cacophony of sensual sensations. I shivered and writhed as I came, and clinging on to Zack’s body was my only way keeping my screams somewhat modest.

A small part of me was aware that Zack came too, only moments after I did. For the first minute or two afterward, all I heard was the heavy sound of my breathing mixed in with Zack’s. As I ran my hand up and down his spine, I felt the slick moisture of his sweat. We lay together for a long time until the magic of the moment had passed, and reality slowly seeped in.

We sat up together, and I reached for my clothes. I didn’t bother with the underwear. I just pulled on my jeans and the t-shirt I had been wearing. Zack pulled on his boxers, and we sat side by side for a moment. I could hear the unspoken question between us.

“Where do we go from here?”

“I should… get back to my room,” I said when the silence stretched on and on.

Zack turned to me, and for a moment, all I wanted him to do was take my hand and tell me to stay with him. But instead, he nodded. “Ok,” he said.

Chapter Twenty-One

Zack

One day… one day had passed since Mila and I had slept together. That was it. And I was already going crazy. I didn’t know how to behave around her anymore. I didn’t know what to say to her. I had no idea what to do next. Hadn’t we agreed that we had no future? Now all I seemed to be able to do was to think of all the ways that we could get around that somehow.

I was throwing darts in the living room, but my mind was somewhere completely different, and my usually perfect aim was all over the place. Bones and Devon walked in and sat down, observing my throwing with quizzical expressions.

“What the hell is up with you today?” Bones asked.

“What?” I shrugged.

“Look at that fucking dart board,” Bones said, by way of an answer.

I turned back to the board and realized that I hadn’t even managed to hit it three of the six times I’d thrown. The wall was punctured with little holes from the fallen darts that had made their way to the floor.

“My head’s not in it today.”

“That’s obvious,” Bones nodded. “My question is why?”

I decided to just keep quiet, and Bones didn’t push me. I did notice that Devon barely said two words the whole time, however, despite the fact that I could feel his eyes on me.

“Any new leads?” I said, abandoning the darts and sitting down across from Bones and Devon.

“None at all,” Bones sighed. “His trail has run cold.”

“Not that it was ever really hot to begin with,” Devon pointed out.