Born Biker: Devil’s Crucifix MC

by Vivian Gray

  He lies back for a second. Even with my eyes closed, I can feel the strength of his stare on my large breasts. My chest is practically heaving with desire. Make a move. Take them. Touch me. Please, God! Do something. It is painful enough to just want his contact; it is worse when you want him to take you in the worst of ways.

  Ash lets out this long, tickled laugh, one that shakes his entire body under me. I pull myself up against his knees to see him do me such an injustice. He sighs as he says so satisfied, “I have never seen tits as beautiful as these. Who knew?”

  Before I can stop him, punish him for being cruel and a tease, he dives in face first between the line of my breasts. His hands push the full parts of my sides together against his face so I can feel his stubble rub roughly against me. Those thumbs again appear as they circle my darkened nipples that have formed little arrows at their tips.

  He pinches them slightly with the thumb and his pointer. Even though it’s a tiny little movement, it sends monumental shock waves across my skin. I practically convulse between my thighs as I lean my weight back into his hips, rocking slightly with the waves of his hands pushing me deeper into the rhythm.

  Ahead of me was this guy, this amazingly good-looking guy working my breasts and nipples like they have never been worked before. And under me is the feeling of the same man’s cock growing and hardening as my hips danced and reeled in pleasure on him. I love what he is doing to me, but I don’t want it like this. I want to be in control.

  As Ash pulls me forward, his hands leading one of my nipples to his wet lips, I push away. My hands reach behind me to flatten his knees as he sinks back towards the ground, his hands resting under his head. I hear him growl with his chest tightening, “What are you going to do to me, Dani?”

  “Whatever the hell I want, Ash.” I whisper back, meaning every single word. My body slides down his legs, giving me a good look at the bulge in his jeans near his zipper line. I wash my hands down the side of his package while my thumbs hitch under where I believe his balls to be resting. He coos underneath me, a sound I would never expect a guy like Ash Cooper to make.

  Lowering myself between his legs, I do something I’ve never done before, I place my lips around the top of his jeans, around the outline of his cock, and I begin to mouth his length from tip to base. It’s all a distraction, though. My hands work, fidgeting at his belt and buckle until they come loose for me. I gently yank them down over his hips and past his knees with my mouth going right back to his cock. My own pants fall by my side, too, in a quick, underhand movement I have practically perfected.

  Through his tight black boxer briefs, I can take it in -- the extra long length, the muscular girth, the slight curve for my pleasure only. As I pull down the elastic band of his underwear, my lips open and part, making way for his cock to enter my mouth. I stay at his tip at first, just wanting to taste the salty sweetness of him and the small dribble of juices already flowing from him. He’s smooth, so smooth. Even my toys at home would be jealous of the way his skin feels against my hands and mouth.

  My mouth opens even wider, taking more of him in. As my lips pulse up and down his cock, I can taste the cherry chapstick I’m wearing and feel the veins of him pop and beat against my lips. He’s something to devour, something to want more of. I make myself bolder than I have ever been before as I look down at his hips and slowly lower, lower, lower down towards his base. His length is so long that I can just barely touch his skin with my outstretched tongue before coming up for air.

  He lets out this long, shallow breath before his hands find my hair. His fingers lace between and yank me slowly back down to where I just was. He guides me, but I have control. I add a twist, spinning my tongue around his shaft and then a curl of my head near his tip. I make my own pace up, going two fast and then one agonizingly slow return. He wants me like a wild thing, but I am giving him a personalized show of pleasure all for himself.

  Eventually, he relaxes, letting me do my thing. He is still holding himself up, but his hand and arm have found their way to my body that is now off of his legs and knelt by his side. The hand rubs the small of my back, sending the deepest shivers of my life down my spine. It only gets more intense as that hand uses two fingers to creep between the crevices of my lifted ass to the underside of my pussy. His hands grasp behind me as they play with the exposed skin.

  Everything in me is begging to let Ash Cooper go further, to take his fingers and plunge them deeply into the empty spaces he’s toying with. But this isn’t his decision. He can’t manipulate me that easily. So I let him linger there, him pinching gently at my sopping wet pussy, but I don’t give him the pleasure of having any more than that.

  What I want is something much, much harder, and I am finally there. As Ash’s gasps and moans become louder, I know this is the time. I let go of my mouth’s grasp around his cock and slide my naked body up his long, tree trunk of a torso until my fingers rest upon his neck. As I take his lips in for a kiss, I use the backside of my hand to position his cock upright and ready. He pulls away and stares up at me in wonderment as I lower myself down on his dick.

  Ash’s cock splits me easily. Part of me wondered if he was going to fit inside my little, petite body, but the more and more I take of him, the more I hope there’s left to fill my insides. It’s a tight fit, but it’s a fit that feels more full than painful. The feeling of his skin caressing the folds and lines of my body is mind blowing as every nerve ending in my body lights up like a spark in the dark.

  In the past, I’ve hated being on top. The guys I’ve had have either been too tall or too short to really enjoy. Their bodies felt like twigs under me, even though I’m usually nearly half their size. But it’s different with Ash. I have all the power here, all the moves to make, but his body is like a springboard for me to use to my will.

  I start slow, a wicked dance almost. My hips and pelvic bone rock inwards towards his hips, feeling the friction against my clit. My thin thighs burn against his flesh as I move across the line of his cock. His eyes close, letting his hands do all the feeling as they make their way back up to my breasts, shoulders, and neck. Yet he doesn’t hold onto anything. He just rides out the waves with me as our bodies combine.

  One of his fingers hits my lips as I part them slightly. The rough edges of his fingertips enter my mouth and I wet them down and then pull them out. I guide them back down to my hips and opening where his cock is lightly bouncing from me. He knows almost instantly what I want him to do as I spread my legs farther apart, giving him room to find the small nub of my favorite spot. With his hand laid open, he massages me in quick, round circles.

  I cry out, “More!” as I begin to actually bounce on his cock. The friction of his body is filling me with warmth and wanting. It’s like a hole has bore in me that needs to be filled by him, and only him. His cock drilling upwards into me, the hand stimulating every bit of my body, the heat of us lighting up the empty room. I’m at the edge and I don’t look down as the rush of my orgasm hits me hard and fast but stays there, pulsating up against him.

  He knows. Ash has to know. His whole face has transformed into this sinister look of complete and total contentment. I half think he’s about to stop and call it off, but he doesn’t. Instead, while I am still recovering, he pushes me backwards, forcing me down with his rough hands so my knees fold under me and my head rests on the mat. His hips pull me forward towards him as he comes up to kneel before me, his cock still inside of me.

  A new wave of deep pain and pleasure mix between my wet and stretched pussy as he doesn’t even pause. Ash dives into me like a man on a mission. His cock barrels at a speed so intense I feel as if I’m about to break. He’s going for broke, wanting me to come again. I can tell by how he studies me, his face just inches from my neck and cheeks. His warm, spaced out breath blows the hair away from my sticky face.

  I can feel him crumble, his walls breaking down as he lets out these short thrusts and pushes that cave me in. I struggle to keep my balan
ce in this pose, but I don’t dare to move either. Every part of me shakes again as I can feel it coming. Those waves, that fire. It’s seeping into me from my head, to my thighs, to my toes.

  I watch as his head swims backwards between his shoulders. His mouth opens slightly as if he is grasping for air. I call out his name into the light of the room. It’s a plea, a beg. I want him, every part of him. Ash growls before quickly pulling out and away from me. He reaches up and sprays his hot, frothy liquids between my breasts as I lay back in complete and total ecstasy.

  Ash falls down beside me like a fallen tree stump. I manage to catch him with the backside of my arm, not caring if he touches my burns or not. He rolls over, our faces touching, waiting for another kiss.

  That’s when I hear it.

  “Shit!” I say in exhausted surprise. The alarm bell connected to the station is blaring, blasting me out of my post-coital enjoyment. I turn to him anxiously as I try to shout as quietly as possible, “You have to get the hell out of here. If they spot you, they’ll turn you into the cops…”

  “Or worse, you’ll get kicked out of the force. I told you not to worry about me, Dani. I’ll be fine.” He’s already, somehow, completely dressed and pulling on his boots. “I’ll hide outside of here. No one will notice me go. What do you have to do?”

  “I have to go put out a fire.” I say as I throw the sports bra over my head and slick back the hair into a messy ponytail.

  “Good. Because I already put out your fire tonight.” He laughs to himself as he swiftly stands on his feet.

  I follow him, taking his hand for support. Our bodies stumble together as we both struggle to catch our balance.

  He begins to whisper my name, “Dani, I…”

  But the sound of men running towards the garage cuts us off, both of us turning our heads towards the glass doors.

  “You have to go.”

  “I have to go.”

  There isn’t anything left to say as I turn my back on him. He slips out a back door, away from the fire department garage while I head out the front, joining the rest of the group as they head for the waiting vans.

  Jamie is there; it’s one of his nights on duty. He stares at me as we jump into the backseat before asking, “What the hell happened to you?”

  Chapter 11

  What in the hell is he doing there? Is he a fucking nut job? What the fuck is he thinking?

  I watch as Ash Cooper saunters out the side of the fire house, slipping through a few cut pieces of wiry metal in the chain link fence and over towards the next parking lot. He hesitates for a second as he looks back over at the building that’s now all lit up and screaming with the sound of engines firing up and alarms repeating over and over. The calamity is almost too much; it’s certainly migraine-inducing.

  I’ve been following the guy for about a week now, watching his every move, plotting what I’m going to do next against what he seems to do. But there is something different about tonight. He didn’t go to his usual bar or visit that chunky chick with the dark hair he always screws after getting club business over and done with. Instead, he’s been chasing after that blonde firefighter tail. I wonder if he knows it was me who set them up.

  I chuckle to myself just thinking about it. The Arsonist and the Matchmaker -- not a bad idea for a terrible sitcom. I’m sure some network executive would be desperate enough to air it. After all, there have been far worse ideas that somehow made it to air...

  Still, shouldn’t the man who did all the work get a taste of the prize? Here I am, setting up fires, destroying buildings and homes, all the while the newly crowned hero is sitting back and getting a hardcore blowjob from one of my victims. How fair is that?

  Really, it is the cherry on my ice cream sundae when it comes to Ash Cooper and me. We go way back, all the way to a more innocent time when we were still hanging together as part of the Hells Rangers. I’d always wanted to ride with him. He was like this god among men -- everyone worshipped him and waited on him and kissed his ring like he was the Godfather. It’s no wonder such a big army followed him when he broke off to start the Devil’s Crucifix.

  Even I went with him, like a goddamn lamb marching to the slaughter. And he promised me plenty -- same as he did pretty much all the poor idiots who went with him. I wouldn’t just be some peon with late night runs backing up some muscular pinhead. I would be in charge. I would be a leader for once in my life. I would get to take a seat at the right hand of our father.

  I think you can guess it didn’t happen like that. Instead, the Devils got set up quickly -- so quickly, in fact, that I was “forgotten” about in the mix. Story of my life. So, yeah, surprise, surprise, the little guy with the bulging eyes and pale skin always gets ignored wouldn’t get what he was owed.

  I tried taking it. In the Hells Rangers, you took what was yours by force, even if it meant shedding a little club blood. I had earned that right to be up there, goddammit. But instead of being looked up to and cheered on, I was disowned and banished.

  That could have been enough. Taking a man’s colors and burning them to bits was sacrilegious in our circles. It was the ultimate diss. Thanks to them, I would never be able to join another club. I would forever be this lone wolf without a home, a rider without a purpose. I had to do something just to keep my name out there, not to mention to make those bastards see that leaving me in the dust was the worst mistake they could ever make.

  And that’s when it began -- setting the fires, I mean. It started with an easy target -- an old warehouse where I knew a few of our members collected small stashes from dealers. And then I went to a member’s home. I watched him scream from the inside as he searched for his dog. He spotted me through the bushes when he came out coughing and covered in ash and blood.

  A few weeks later, I tried striking again -- a home right near the bridge. But before I could spark up anything, Ash Cooper was there. He was waiting for me, as if he knew exactly where I was going to strike. We both tried to end the feud right then and there, but he won…at least he thought. For the last five years, he has ignored what he couldn’t see. He lived in ignorance, thinking he beat me that day, not paying attention to the signs that I was back and more of a wild fucking pitbull than ever before.

  Hell, Ash Cooper, dumbass twat that he is, is ignoring me right fucking now, in this very moment, even as he escapes back to his motorcycle like a teenager who just snuck into his girlfriend’s bedroom. If he just looks slightly to his left, he will see me sitting in my car, staring him down with those very same bug eyes. But I guess we don’t see what we don’t want to see.

  I suppose he’s too busy thinking about that pussy. And, I mean, honestly, I can’t help but be there with him. I’ll give that nice piece of ass one thing: the girl seems to be made of grit. I watched her the night she escaped from my fire. Unlike the others, she didn’t resign herself to her death. She fought to the bitter end. And just when I thought I had trapped her, when her time was up, in popped this white knight dressed in black leather. I didn’t even see him climb the walls because I was too busy staring up at this blonde Barbie pounding on the windows and running from her bedroom to her bathroom and back to her kitchen in an attempt to save her life.

  Part of me wanted to see her figure it out herself. I know girls like her and how they lived on their looks and good graces. She is that type who would never give me a glance if we were the only two living beings. However, as I followed Ash around on his quest to conquer her, I realized she was much tougher, much more clever than I could imagine. She wasn’t going to take my fires or Ash’s advances lying down.

  I was only a few steps behind when he slipped in the back door of that gym where she was alone. At first, I was afraid he was going to force her into something. But to my surprise, she looked like she wanted it just as much as he did. Watching them from one of the windows, I saw her eyes light up as she went to town on his cock, her red lips going low as her blonde head bobbed up and down.

  I couldn’t ta
ke much more after that, and I sprang loose. The heat and pressure from my own cock bulged and pressed against my jeans as I slithered away in a rage like no other. I wanted that girl for my own. Ash Cooper didn’t deserve her and she was too stupid or wrapped up in that bad boy attitude to see that.

  As I now circle the gym, walking my hard-on off, I take out my lighter and finger the smooth curve of the red pen in the palm of my itching hand. My mouth goes dry, as it always does, and I can feel my blood pressure rise and my skin begin to prickle. If I am this turned on at the sight of that firefighter stripping down for Cooper, I am now about to burst as my own little fetish crawls against my mind.

  Fire. I need a fire to burn this sickening feeling off of me. I lower myself towards the warm ground as I search for a bit of wild grass and weeds along with sticks and twigs to act as kindling. My mind races as I think about how I could kill them both in mere seconds if I really want to. I could do it. All I’d have to do would be to grab my ties in the car while they were fucking, completely unaware I was at the doors, sealing their naked asses in. The fire would spread quickly in a place like that. It would take over the rafters and catch on to all those discarded, sweaty towels. Smoke would shoot upwards and out as it moved from the stack of mats to the ground.