by Madison Faye
First, I was going to make this little kitten squeal.
My mouth dropped down her neck, leaving marks across her collarbone as her nails raked down my back. I moved lower, holding her against me as my lips teased down the soft slopes of her breasts. She moaned, arching into me, and when my lips wrapped around a hard little pink nipple, and when my tongue swirled over it, Addison went to pieces for me.
She cried out, shuddering like I’d shocked her with a circuit or something. Her moans filled the room and dripped like honey through my ears, making my blood run hot and my cock ache to feel her.
I moved lower, dropping to my knees as she gasped, her mouth opening wide as she stared down at me.
“What are you— oooh God…”
My hand slid up the inside of her thighs as my mouth found her hip. I nibbled the skin there, pushing her legs apart as my hands slid higher. Fuck, I could feel the slick heat of her even before I touched her. I could feel how much that tight little cunt wanted me to claim it.
“How about this, sweetheart,” I growled into her skin, kissing my way down the cleft of her hip. “Ever tried this?”
“I— yes, I— fuck…”
My hand pulled one of her legs up and hooked it over my muscled shoulder. Addison panted heavily, staring at me as my lips trailed up her smooth thigh.
“Not like this you haven’t.”
Candy. Fuck me, that little untouched pussy tasted like fucking sugar. I growled like an animal as I dragged my tongue over her pouty little pussy lips, parting them with my tongue and tasting how slick and wet she was. I groaned, pushing my tongue back down for more, my balls filling to the brim with cum as I licked her little cunt.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, her hands clawing at the wall before they dropped almost hesitantly into my hair. Her fingers tightened there as I growled into her, my hands sliding around to cup that tight little ass as I pushed my tongue deep between her folds. I dragged it slowly up and down, teasing her and drinking her sweetness before I slid higher. My tongue danced over her hard little clit, and when I did, she bucked her hips against my mouth, crying out in pleasure.
7
Ryker
My blood thundered in my ears. Sweat streamed down my chest, my muscles clenched tight as I finally stopped moving to take a breath.
Fuck.
The damage wasn’t that bad, but still. It was the act itself that had my brow furrowed and every cell in my body on edge. Well, really, it was a combination of things. It was the explosion and the ensuing small fire, of course. But I’d be lying if I tried to say having just put my mouth all over Addison and felt her come on my tongue wasn’t part of the reason my brain was in overdrive.
I mean shit, I was still half hard from that, even after all of this shit.
The explosion had sounded worse than it actually was, and the damage had been mostly cosmetic. Actually, the blaze hadn’t even hit the garage itself — it’s been something going off in one of our dumpsters out back, so the only real casualties were last week’s scrap heap bits and this old junker of a ’94 Triumph Axe and I had been fucking around with.
“So what are we thinking? Dumb ass kids?”
I shook my head, glaring at the scorched out dumpster. Something wasn’t sitting well with me. Maybe I’d spent too many years watching my back, or honing my senses. I wanted to say this was just teenagers fucking around, but it felt like more than that. It felt like a message.
“I fucking hope so,” I growled, not wanting to say anything else to worry my buddy.
“I’m going to take the security tapes to Vlad and see what he can do with them tomorrow.”
I nodded. The one security camera on the corner of the garage that had a partial view of the dumpster had taken some damage from the flaming garbage, and when Axe had gone back to look at the tapes, the picture was pretty screwed up. But Vlad, another one of the men who lived up on Blackthorn, had the means to sort it out. Vlad had worked for the Russian mob before he’d quit and disappeared here to Blackthorn. He’d made a fucking killing with them too, so the guy had gadgets like some sort of mountain man James Bond.
The fire department was still saying it was punks screwing around — the explosion had been a small firework and a little container of gasoline, which fit the profile of “dumb kids doing dumb shit,” but I wasn’t sure. Hopefully, Vlad would prove me wrong and them right.
“Thanks. Yeah, maybe he can sort it out.” I sighed, feeling the strain in my muscles from having helped put out the flames before the fire department had shown up.
“Look, I’m going to stick around here, make sure shit’s all good with the shop.”
“Cool, I’ll help—”
“Nah,” I shook my head at my buddy. “No, go be with your wife, man. You got more important shit to think about.”
His jaw tightened, and he nodded. “It’s just kids fucking around, right?”
“Yeah, probably.”
Yeah, Axe didn’t need to hear my hidden worry. He’d gone into hiding too, but finding Larkin and starting a family had helped him leave his demons in the past. Me? I had Kyrie, but it didn’t help me forget the past. If anything, it made me more worried.
“Hey, do me a favor? Can you swing by my place and take Kyrie for the night?”
“Absolutely. Larkin would be psyched to have her.”
“Thanks, brother.”
He nodded. “Addison watching her now?”
“Yeah,” I said it easily, and started to turn, when I caught a hard look on his face. “Oh, what?”
“Nothing, nothing.” He shrugged. “You’re usually pretty fucking particular about who watches her, that’s all.”
“I was kinda in a rush, asshole,” I muttered.
He grinned. “Hey, easy buddy. Just fucking around.” He shook his head and clapped a hand on my shoulder. “I’m gonna take off and grab Kyrie, alright?”
“Don’t scare her, alright? Just tell her….fuck, I don’t know.”
“A careless asshole with a cigarette. It’ll double as an anti-smoking warning.”
I chuckled. “Thanks for tonight. I just need to figure shit out here, and I don’t want Addison to have to play nanny all night.”
“It’s no problem, brother. We’ll see you in the morning.”
“Thanks.”
Honestly, there wasn’t even much for me to do. I mean it’s not like the garage itself needed any clean up or had taken any damage. But I knew deep down that the real reason I wanted Kyrie with Axe and Larkin that night was peace of mind — for myself. For her safety. I didn’t want to keep thinking it, but something about the fire wasn’t sitting right. Something still said that this was a message — and messages like that shit didn’t exactly come from “old friends.”
…They came from old demons.
I lost track of time, my brow furrowed in concentration as I tinkered with an old project-bike. Sweat trickled down my bare chest, and I had an old Johnny Cash record going on the speakers when I heard a knock behind me.
I whirled, fury etched in my face and a wrench brandished in my hand. Addison gasped, jumping a step back from where she stood by the side door to the garage.
“Shit, sorry. You startled me.”
She nodded, swallowing, her eyes going wide as they dragged up and down over me, staring at me with this look in her eyes that got my blood roaring. Fuck, I loved the way she looked at me. Like she’s never seen a man before. Hell, she probably hadn’t, not one like me that is. She was in cutoff jean shorts, a tank top, and flip flops — her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail and that fucking cock-lengthening innocent look all over her face.
“Axe came and got Kyrie to go sleep at their place.”
I nodded. “She okay?”
“Yeah,” Addison smiled. “Yeah, Axe told her about the asshole with the cigarette.” She frowned. “People are fucking idiots.”
“Yeah…” I trailed off. Fuck, the garage seemed smaller with just her and me in there, and I could f
eel my hands itching to touch her again. To take her and yank her soft supple body against my hardened one. To taste those sweet moans again as I claimed her mouth.
“Was everything okay?”
“It’s just a dumpster fire, it’ll be fine.”
“What are you going to do now?”
I could feel my blood burning like fire through my veins, my muscles tensing, and my cock growing thicker and longer in my jeans. My balls tingled, the mere presence of her filling them with hot cum as the growl caught in my throat.
I knew I should have left it. I knew I should have walked away. I knew a girl like that, with that innocence written all over her was trouble, and that a guy like me already had that in spades.
…But I was done listening to what I knew. I was done spending another second on this earth not making her mine. I’d warned her, she’d ignored it. There was no stopping this now.
I moved towards her, tossing the wrench away as my eyes burned into hers. Addison gasped quietly, heat creeping into her cheeks and that damned lip of hers catching between her teeth again. I could see those enticing little nipples of hers hardening under the loose tank top, pebbling the cotton as I advanced with no intent of stopping.
“You know what I’m going to do now, sweetheart?” I growled. I moved into her, and when my hands slid over her hips, tightening on her soft body and pulling her into me, she whimpered quietly.
“I want to pull this shirt off so I can wrap my lips around those pretty pink nipples of yours.”
“Y-you…you do?” she gasped, her breath heavy.
“Yeah, I do. Like this.”
My hands slid along the edge of her tank top. My fingers tugged on it, pulling it up over her head. Addison raised her arms, letting me pull it away, letting her ponytail tumble back between her shoulder as I tossed the garment over my shoulder. My eyes never left hers. I leaned down, looking her right in the eyes as I opened my mouth, slid my hands up her back, and brought my lips to one hard little nub. She whimpered as I sucked on her nipple, my tongue swirling over it and making it pebble against my tongue before I pulled away.
“What else are you going to do?” she said, her voice breathy with lust.
“This.”
I pulled her into me, and when our lips crashed together, Addison melted against me. I groaned as I pulled her up against my body, her legs going around my waist, her soft thighs squeezing my muscled hips as I grabbed her by the ass and carried her across the floor. She moaned as we went crashing into the work bench, tools and nuts and bolts scattering as I growled into her. I cleared the mechanic’s table with a sweep of my arm and a growl, setting her sweet little ass down as I moved between her thighs.
My hands slid up her smooth thighs, one hand popping the button of her jeans as the other one snaked up the frayed leg. She whimpered as my fingers found her soaking wet cotton panties, teasing up and down and making her cry out as that hot little cunt dripped all over her panties.
I kissed her hungrily, taking her hand in mine and bringing it to the front of my jeans. And when I slid her hand over my throbbing hard, thick cock through the denim, sweet little Addison moaned.
“Oh God,” she gasped, trembling as she felt the size of me.
Yeah, she’d never had a man, and she’d certainly never had a man like me with a real man’s cock like mine.
“That’s how fucking hard you make me,” I growled hungrily into her lips, swallowing her moans as my fingers teased up and down her eager little pussy.
“That’s how much you make me want to claim you.”
We crashed together again, her lips parting for my tongue and her hand squeezing my big cock through my jeans. My hand slid to her hips, hooking into her cutoffs and tugging them off of her. She raised her hips, letting me strip her, and when I finally yanked them down her long legs and let them drop to the floor, I groaned.
White. Cotton. Panties.
So innocent. So wrong. So ready, and so mine.
I cupped her jaw with one hand, kissing her hungrily before I pulled away. The other hand slid up her smooth thigh, leaving a smudge of dirt or grease from working on my bike.
“My hands are dirty,” I growled.
“I want your dirty hands on me,” she gasped quietly.
I groaned, sliding higher and leaving more marks from my rough mechanic’s hands on her soft, sweet, unblemished skin. They slid over the front of her panties, leaving a dark smudge of dirt across that pristine, virginal white.
“You want my dirty hands on you?” I growled against her lips, our breaths panting together and my pulse roaring through my ears as she whimpered and nodded.
“Darlin’, I’m going to make a mess of you.”
8
Addison
My head spun and my heart thundered in my chest as his hands moved over me. His lips crashed into mine, sending me reeling as I moaned into him and kissing him back fiercely.
This was it. That was everything I’d wanted, and fantasized about. Everything I’d never found with any other man in my life. Because no other man I’d ever met was anything close to Ryker. Dominant, rough, dripping in masculinity, and so hot that I was soaking my panties.
He groaned into my lips as his fingers rolled over my eager pussy through my panties. He smelled like sweat, and the woods, and man, and the rawness of it had me raking my nails down his arms and moaning hungrily into his mouth. The smell of machinery, and metal, and dirt filled the garage. God this was so fucking filthy, and yet it was the single hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
…And I knew I was about to give him everything. Maybe some girls dream about their first time being with flowers and chocolates and soft silk sheets. Honestly, I’m not sure I’d ever really imagined too hard what it would be for me. But I knew right there, sitting on that dirty mechanic’s work table, with the smell of rubber and metal and grease filling the air, and with my rough, gorgeous biker wrapping my legs around his muscled hips, his filthy hands marking me with his touch, and his gorgeous mouth kissing me like he wanted to devour me, that this was the fantasy for me.
This was exactly how I wanted to lose my v-card. And Ryker James was every single inch the man I wanted to lose it to.
He pulled away, his mouth dropping to my neck and his teeth grazing my sensitive skin. I gasped, clawing at him and moaning loudly as his fingers teased over my pussy, rubbing me through my panties. I dropped down, my breath coming faster and my blood roaring through my ears. I could see the streaks from his fingers on my thighs, and the dark smudges he’d left across my white panties.
Oh fuck yes.
So dirty. So filthy. So fucking wrong. In the world I came from, a man like Ryker was the boogeyman — rough and wild and untamed. In my world, a good girl like me would grow up to marry some cardigan-wearing, golf-playing lawyer or something. I’d be perfect and sweet and proper and clean all the time, without a hair out of place.
I cried out as Ryker’s hand slid into my hair, tugging it and pulling my head back — sending raw heat exploding through my body as his mouth kissed and sucked its way down my exposed neck.
Proper? Sweet? Clean?
Not me, and not with him. God I wanted him to make me filthy. I wanted his dirty hands all over me — marking me, touching me, leaving a roadmap to which part of my body he’d claimed upon my skin.
He dropped lower, his mouth trailing down over my breasts and his tongue teasing over my nipples. I cried out, clinging to him and whimpering in pleasure as his lips sent electricity shivering through my body.
“Spread those legs for me, dirty girl,” Ryker growled into my skin. “Spread those pretty thighs and show me how wet you’ve made your little panties. Show me what a mess you’ve made.”
His rough hands spread my legs wide as he dropped down to his knees in front of me. I panted, my chest heaving as his fingers hooked into my panties and slowly peeled them to the side.
“Fuck, baby girl,” Ryker groaned, his jaw tightening. “Such a pretty litt
le pussy. You want me to give it a little kiss like I did before?”
I whimpered, nodding.
“I didn’t hear you, sweetheart,” he growled, his eyes dragging up to meet mine.
“Yes,” I panted.
“Yes what?”
“I— I—” I blushed fiercely, moaning as he teased his fingertip up and down my thigh just shy of touching me where I needed him to.
“Tell me, Addison.”
“I want you to…to… kiss me again.”
“Where?” he hissed.
“There!”
My body tingled, every cell on fire as he teased his finger up and down my skin, never quite touching me.
“You can do better than that, sweetheart,” the rough biker purred, smiling wickedly up at me. He leaned closer, letting his breath tease across my bare, slippery lips.
“I want you to lick my pussy!”
The filthiest words I’d ever uttered tumbled from my mouth, and would have died from embarrassment, except right then is when he suddenly brought his mouth against me. And suddenly, my whole world melted.
I cried out as Ryker dragged his wicked tongue up my seam, teasing over my lips and then letting the tip of it bump over my aching clit. My hips bucked against him with a mind of their own, the heat melting through my core as his rough hands held my thighs tightly and his tongue drove me wild.
He sucked my clit between his lips, his tongue swirling around it over and over, making me cry out as the pleasure erupted through me. I could feel him growling into me, the vibrations driving me wild as those big rough hands of his held me tight. I rocked my hips against him, my panties pulled to the side as his mouth pushed me right to the edge.
He pulled away, leaving me breathless and panting for more — aching for that release he’d just denied me. On purpose, I could tell from that wicked grin on his face.
