Biker Next Door

Damn, he missed her. His dick was craving some action, but he only wanted her.

Sitting down on his sofa, he shoved some wrappers out of the way. Candy. His men were fucking adult children.

Leaning his head back, he didn’t need to sleep, but he didn’t want to clean either.

There was a sudden knock on the door. It was a gentle tap, almost afraid to be noticed.

Getting to his feet, still holding the trash bag, he opened the door to find Anna-Beth there. She held two coffees and a bag from the bakery. “I thought you could do with a morning wake-up. I saw you come back home, and I took my car out. It’s a morning bagel they’ve started to make. A complete breakfast in one sandwich. I’m rambling. Please, stop me.”

“I find it cute,” he said, opening the door. “You didn’t go to work.”

“I was going to but then I saw how messy your backyard was, and I figured you could use the help to clean up.”

“You didn’t make the mess.”

“But I was still at the same party and well, I’m a nice person.”

“You ever think you’re too nice?” he asked.

“There’s no such thing as being too nice.” She turned and he saw her cheeks were a nice shade of red. “Do you want to eat first?”

“Yeah, I’m starved.” He dropped the bag and moved toward his dining room table, which was surprisingly clean. No sign of any mess or shit he had to deal with. Fucking shocked.

He pulled out a chair for her to sit before taking the one at the head of the table. She sat beside him and he watched her.

She wore way too many clothes. “I washed the bikini you lent me. I’ll bring it around later if you’d like.”

“I didn’t lend it to you. You can keep it.” He sipped at the coffee and closed his eyes. Damn, that was good.

“Here is your breakfast bagel.” She pulled out a large circular wrapped delight. He opened it up and took a large bite, closing his eyes even as egg oozed out of the sandwich and down onto the wrapper he left on the table. “Is everything okay? Did someone report your party?”

“Nah, everything is good. It’s more of a personal club thing than the party last night. Although, I’m thinking of organizing a cookout for the whole street. We’re new here, so it would be good. We’ll buy the food, get people to bring out tables, chairs. Have some music and maybe some clowns for the kids. What do you think?”

She wrinkled her nose. “I hate clowns. They freak me out.”

“You’re not a kid.”

“Very true,” she said with a laugh. “I like it. It sounds great.”

He watched her as she ate her food. Did she think of the kiss last night? Did she touch her pussy thinking about him?

Leaning back in his chair, he was a little surprised. The little he knew of Anna-Beth, he expected her to be at work, trying to make up for lost time, or believing she owed someone something for just having a good time.

She didn’t owe anyone anything, but she had that air around her that stopped her from having fun. Yet here she was in his dining room, complete with a bagel of goodness, and that had to be rewarded. Would he shock her? Scare her away?

He wouldn’t know until he tried.

“I want to fuck you, Anna-Beth,” he said. “I’m not after hearts and flowers, but from the moment I saw you move in next door, I wanted to know just how tight your pussy would be wrapped around my cock.”

“Rix?”

He watched her. She didn’t frown or look offended.

“Did you touch yourself last night? Did you tease your clit thinking about me? I’ve got to say, I intended for you to be dancing on my dick all night.” He finished off his bagel, took a swig of coffee, and climbed out of his chair.

Placing his hands on either side of hers, he leaned in close. “It would be so good between us, you know that, right?”

“I don’t … I’ve never done this.”

“What? Taken your body on a path of fucking? You wouldn’t have to deal with the whole club. Just me. I won’t share you. I want you.” After years of being without, he took her hand, and even after everything that went down last night, he was aroused. He put her hand right on his dick. He was swollen. If he tried to take his cock out now, it would hurt, his pants were so tight.

She didn’t pull away. Her hand tightened around his cock, and she licked her lips.

He cupped her face, running his thumb across her mouth where her tongue had been. “You keep doing that and I’m going to have to see how good you are at sucking my cock.”