Hard Rider

“You can play with your boys tomorrow, Grizz,” Kate loudly laughed. “But after everything we’ve been through the last few days… tonight, you’re mine.”

The club laughed knowingly while Hunter raised a glass our way, a delighted smirk on his face. Sarah held his arm.

“Have fun, kids…”

I led Kate down to my room in the back of the bar, hanging a sock on the doorknob like a goddamn college kid.

Turning back onto Kate, I instantly pushed her down into my bunk. My lover giggled as I descended upon her a flurry of kisses, ripping her clothes off and tossing them aside.

She tried to even the field, but I kept her wrists pinned down every time she tried. Soon, I had Kate bare and sprawled out beneath me, squirming and complaining that I “needed to get naked too” and that it wasn’t “fair.”

“Life’s not fair sometimes,” I chuckled, holding her down with my weight while I moved to kiss her lips.

“Sometimes not, no,” she kissed me back, arms around the back of my neck. “But life has a way of making up for it…”

I lowered my face, working my way down her body. I peppered a trail of kisses along her sternum, down her stomach, into her thighs…

Without a moment’s hesitation, I hiked her thighs up over my shoulders and pressed my lips into her warm pussy. Kate threw her head back and moaned, fingers clutching into my hair.

“Damn, Grizz… you’re not waiting up for anything, are you?”

“Been long enough,” I grunted. “Too tired to fuck you last night, too long of a drive to fuck you today…”

It was true. We’d pretty much fallen straight asleep when we’d gotten to a new motel on the other side of the Lousianna border, and we hit the road in the morning without even bothering to stop for breakfast.

The long drive here had basically been totally nonstop, but we were here now and there wasn’t anything to stop us.

No vengeful ex-boyfriends…

No crazy chases through the night…

There was just Kate and myself, and the rest of the world could suck it – at least for this one night.

I flicked her clit with my tongue, my beard seeming to tickle her thighs as I tongue-fucked her. As she wriggled under me, he pushed a rugged finger into her wet pussy, fingering her just at the right spot while I sucked on her clit…

After what seemed like one mind-numbing orgasm later, she was pushing me onto my back and straddling me, unbuckling his belt impatiently.

“You’re too clothed,” she complained. “It’s been long enough…”

“Not arguing with that,” I smirked arrogantly, moving my hips to help remove her jeans.

But she didn’t bother tugging them completely off. Instead, she let them bind my shins together into some light bondage. Satisfied, she descended down between my thighs and slid her lips around my heavy cock, her eyes locked daringly onto mine.

“Oh God, Kate…”

Her tongue swirled around the red helmet of my cock, teasing me before she pushed her lips down, down, all the way down my hilt.

“Fuck…” I groaned huskily.

She drew back up, bobbing her head up and down my shaft, playing with my heavy balls in her cupped hand. She sucked me off for what felt like forever, and it felt fucking incredible.

I could have released my seed right then and there, but held my stamina and refused.

“You can get off into my mouth,” she cooed. “Grizz, you know I love the taste of your hot cum on my tongue…”

That did it.

I was not going to get off without her.

So, I tugged her up off of me, kicking off every last stitch of clothing on me before I tossed her palms up against the wall.

“Want it rough, huh?” She smirked.

“Don’t act like you don’t want it rough,” I growled, lining my cock up to her wet, ready slit. Without warning, I thrust a good few inches into her welcoming, velvety folds, feeling her tense up around me.

“Fuck, you’re hard tonight…”

“I’m always hard for you, Kate,” I murmured into her ear as I assumed the position behind her. “Just stand here and take it… take this hot, heavy piece of meat…”

“Don’t you need a condom?” She moaned.

“Not anymore. Hunter might not like the idea of another pregnant woman around the clubhouse, but I’m starting to warm up to the idea.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” she moaned.

So I did just that.

I pounded her warm, soft pussy into oblivion, my hard body pressed up against hers. I flipped her around to face me, hiking both legs up around my hips as I rolled my pelvis against hers, again and again…

The rest of the club must have heard every last loud moan out of her lips, but I didn’t give a rat’s ass.

Let them hear it, I thought.

Let them hear it all.

“Oh fuck, Grizz… I’m gonna come…”

“Do it, baby,” I commanded her. “Go on. Come on my cock, just like when we were teens. I want to feel you do it.”

“Oh Jesus – FUCK –”

Kate’s mouth gasped open as her entire body locked up, her pussy clamping onto my thick dick while I had her hilted.

It felt too fucking good.

I couldn’t help it.

She drained every last drop of my seed as I completely lost control, driving my cock as deep into her womb as I could. The feral beast came out inside me, and it forced me to empty my balls into Kate’s bare pussy.

“Did you just–”

“Yes,” I snarled into her throat, kissing deeply and passionately. “And I’m going to do it again and again, all goddamn night…”

“Oh Grizz,” she gasped into my ear, her limbs wrapped around me. “Let’s do it. Let’s just fuck all night like this… nothing between us this time…”

“Done,” I growled.

I dropped her down to the bed, both of us laughing.

If they heard any of that, I grinned wickedly to myself, then they’d better get goddamn used to it… I’m just getting started.

Possessed by something ferocious and utterly primal, I descended down upon my lover into the sheets, with a cock hard enough to last me a good few more hours of mindless fucking…

Epilogue

Grizz

Six Weeks Later

As Kate found out the fun way, it’s one thing to ride across multiple states on the back of a biker’s roaring engine. It’s a completely different beast to do the same thing with almost twenty other bikes fanned out defensively around you.

The entire Devil’s Dragons motorcycle club rode hard across the massive state of Texas. Hundreds and hundreds of miles flew by with the hours as we put El Paso, Los Angeles, and everything between in the rearview mirrors.

Good fucking riddance.

Hunter and Sarah rode beside us as the rest of the gang stayed cautiously arced out on either side, watching for trouble. We got the looks, but nobody dared fuck with us.

It was nice to have the natural order of things restored: being back with my brothers again, having my woman in my life again, and the knowledge that we would scare any third-tier biker club that dared bother one of us again completely shitless.

It felt good to have those fuckers behind bars, after all the trouble they’d given me.

At my prodding, Kate had spent plenty of time with the club over the last month or so, and it had taught her the basics of biker culture. She understood the pecking order, and my place in the organization as Hunter’s second-in-command.

While we lay in bed one night, she confessed that the others held me with a certain reverence. I understood that, and could see why, although I was nothing more than a mere man.

Mortal.

Fallible.

Imperfect.

Kate, told me how the others spoke in hushed tones about the things I’d done with them – the covert missions on behalf of Hunter Hargreaves, the diplomatic expeditions to other clubs.

It appeared that they thought of me as some otherworldly figure. My contributions, in their eyes, were the stuff that legends were made of.

The whole thing made me chuckle.

I’d never quite thought of things that way, and I made a mental note to lighten up a bit.