In the Moment: Part One

by Rachael Orman

  Once I reached my bike, I started it and headed home. I had to work in the morning and it was already later than I normally stayed out. Then again, what was a few hours of lost sleep if I finally got my plan in motion.

  Adam had been easy. He’d been a guy I picked up at a gay bar a while back. We lost touch… well, because it had been a one-night stand. Then I ran into him a few months later, and ever since, he’d been begging me to let him have another chance. I knew he’d welcome Alicia into our little group, but getting her there wouldn’t be easy. She was a stubborn, hard, beautiful woman. I’d tried picking up on her. Hell, half the guys in the club had tried to, but she’d always turned them down. No one had ever seen her do anything more than chat with the customers when she had to. Not that she wasn’t friendly; she simply didn’t flirt or encourage advances.

  It was all going to change. I was determined to make her mine. Mine and Adam’s that was.

  To be fair, Adam wasn’t easy. He was fucking hot. Just over six feet tall like I was, built like a linebacker with wide, muscular shoulders. We both had short brown hair and brown eyes, but where I had a lot of tattoos, he didn’t have any. He had a delicious cock, great ass and went both ways. Since I would take or receive, I could only ever be with someone that would do the same. Over the few months that I’d dragged Adam along, he’d told me a lot about himself and it was time for me to put all that knowledge to use.

  Chapter 3

  Alicia

  I hadn’t seen Ace for two days. Two long ass days. It was Thursday and the only night all week that I had to work the closing shift, which meant I wouldn’t be getting out until two-thirty in the morning. The beginning of the night had gone quickly, lots of customers to serve and good tips flowed in. Since it was a weeknight though, most people left before midnight because they had to get up for work the next day. So I found myself at one in the morning with only three regulars who sat spread out through the bar, peacefully imbibing in their brew and watching the various television screens.

  Deciding I’d rather get a head start on the closing than stand around waiting for an empty glass to refill, I went about the checklist I had long ago memorized. After cleaning up a bit, I checked with each customer to make sure they were okay and went to check the ladies room. The regulars were all men so there was no worry of them coming in behind me and trashing it.

  As I finished restocking the paper towels, the final thing in the bathroom, the door swung inward. Ace walked in with a smirk on his face before turning to flick the lock.

  “What are you doing Ace?” I asked, resting my hands on my hips and frowning at him.

  “Just wanted to have a conversation with you.” His eyes took in every inch of me from head to toe and back again as he licked his lips and stepped closer to me.

  “About?” I stepped back, putting myself right against the outer wall of one of the stalls unintentionally.

  “Us,” he said, closing in on me even more.

  “There is no us.” I shook my head for emphasis. When he took the final step to close the distance between us, my hands pressed against his chest on the leather vest he wore. At least he had a black shirt on under it instead of being bare chested like he was more often than not.

  “Not yet, but tonight it starts.”

  Before I could respond, his lips were on mine and I was kissing him back. I couldn’t stop myself. All I’d thought about was his mouth since the last time he’d kissed me. I needed to taste it again.

  His lips parted, and his tongue teased the seam of mine briefly before his teeth gently pressed into the bottom one. Both his hands cupped my hips, pulling my body against his before one of his hands slid up under the back of my tank top. His hot skin against mine had a whimper easing from my mouth. Raking his short, dull nails down my back, he slowly removed his arm from under my shirt which sent a shiver through me.

  “Mmm,” he let out a low, deep rumbling moan as his hand moved into my jeans to kneed my bare cheek. His mouth opened and his tongue snaked in to duel with mine. Rocking his hips, his erection pressed against my lower stomach as he used his grip on my ass to pull me into it.

  Even though his erection was distracting, his kiss quickly captured my full attention. His full bottom lip caressed as his tongue skillfully teased. Each time our tongues touched, I was granted a sweet taste of the burly man. It was better than I remembered and with the way he combined his mouth, hands and hips, I had no doubt he knew exactly what he was doing in the bedroom, or stock room or wherever else he chose to bless someone with some.

  However, that thought brought a chill to my overheating brain and I tried to pull back from him. My head hit the thin metal wall behind me and his lips left mine. Instead of backing off though, he simply moved his kisses to my neck.

  “Damn. Stop doing that,” I whispered, unable to force my voice any louder. He simply acted as if I hadn’t spoken and made his way back up before taking my earlobe between his teeth.

  “Don’t like when I make you hot? Is that why you want me to stop?” His hot breath rushed over the wet skin left behind from his kisses. “Don’t tell me you aren’t turned on. I can smell it.”

  A whimper was my only response as my knees weakened.

  “That’s right, baby. I can smell you even from here. It’s making my dick so hard and my mouth water. You gonna let me taste you?” Ace removed his hand from my jeans only to slide both of them to the button on the front.

  In my mind I was yelling “Here? In the bathroom?” but I couldn’t seem to make my voice work because I was turned on and I wanted to see if he actually would go through with it. My mind was a pile of mush after having his hands on me paired with those damn kisses.

  Ace surprised me by turning me so I faced the mirror behind the single sink. One of his thick arms covered with tattoos pushed down the front of my pants, making my zipper slide open since he’d already undone the button. No teasing, no foreplay. Two of his fingers sank into my pussy to discover just how wet he’d made me.

  “Oh, yeah. So ready for me. My dick would slide right in you’re so fucking wet.” His fingers thrusted in and out as far as they could while being restricted by my clothing. “You like thinking of that? My big cock shoved all the way in you.’

  “Yeah,” I moaned. There was just something so incredibly sexy watching the muscles in his arm flex as he moved his fingers, seeing his face as he talked dirty in my ear. His broad shoulders framed me with leather while showing me how much taller he was.

  “You like watching. It’d be even better if I was filling you. Soon, baby, soon,” he murmured before kissing my neck as his fingers continued to plunge into me, making my orgasm grow near.

  When I thought my release was going to crash over me, he surprised me by not only yanking his hand free of my pants but spinning me around again before yanking my pants and panties down to my thighs. Lifting me onto the counter, he shoved my knees to my chest.

  It was a small sink so the rim dug into my ass, and as he pushed my legs higher, the faucet pushed into my back. When his tongue dragged against my pussy lips, I forgot about everything else. His fingers returned to their torturous thrusting while his mouth found my clit. Flicking his tongue against my throbbing nub, he pumped furiously and I came.

  I was barely able to hold back my moan that surely would’ve echoed. My head slammed against the mirror and the muscles in my body tensed as pleasure seared through every fiber of my being.

  Ace kept his face buried between my legs until finally I hissed from another lick of his tongue. Grinning wide enough to show me his dimples, Ace stepped back and helped me off the counter.

  Never would I have thought I could come in such a position, but somehow he’d made it happen. It was uncomfortable as all hell with the only nude part of me ten inches from waist to thigh. Jean clad legs shoved against my chest so he could have access to my goodies.

  Pulling my panties and jeans back up, I watched as Ace licked his lips and rubbed a hand over a distinct bulg
e in his jeans.

  “Delicious. Just like I knew it would be.” Ace smiled, continuing to rub over his erection.

  “Planning on wacking it right in front of me?” I asked, dropping my eyes down then met his eyes again.

  “Wasn’t planning on it, but I will if you want.” He shrugged.

  “I have to return to work.” I shook my head and rolled my eyes before pushing past him. Unlocking the door, I walked back into the bar to find it looked exactly as it had when I’d left to clean the bathroom, only each drink was more empty than before.

  “I’m not letting you run so easily.” Ace spoke behind me, and I flipped him off over my shoulder then walked behind the bar.

  I might have come on his face and enjoyed his kisses, but that didn’t mean I had to admit it. He was more trouble than I needed in my life.

  Thankfully, he only winked at me before walking out the front door.

  Chapter 4

  Ace

  Leaving the bar, I groaned and grabbed my cock again. I was so turned on it literally hurt. I hadn’t gone down on a woman in ages, and the last one certainly hadn’t tasted as good as Alicia. I could easily call Adam to help me out, but I didn’t want to deal with it.

  After driving home, I dropped my cut on the ground and pulled off my shirt. Tossing it in the corner of my room where my other dirty clothes were, I toed off my boots before plopping down on my couch.

  Closing my eyes, I unzipped and pulled out my cock. All it took was thinking of being in the bathroom with Alicia again to have it hard and throbbing. Using a bottle of lube I had on the side table, I slicked up and yanked on my dick while playing our kisses over in my head, remembering the way it felt to have my fingers in her, have her pussy in my face, tasting her come on my tongue.

  I tugged on my cock hard, squeezing it tightly in my fist — just how I’d fuck her. Hard, fast and deep. It didn’t take long to have come oozing out the tip. A pathetic amount of come, but I didn’t jerk it often so I wasn’t surprised. I’d needed the release though, otherwise I’d be back and pushing Alicia before she was ready.

  Wiping off my chest with a sock I found on the floor, I finished undressing and pulled on clean boxers before heading to bed.

  In the morning, I showered and went to the construction site I worked at. It was a shit job, but after fighting with the manager at my last three mechanic gigs, it was better than nothing. Most importantly, it paid the bills. That was all I cared about. I didn’t need fancy, expensive things in life. I needed a cold beer, a nice bike and a roof over my head. Fuck everything else.

  It really sucked when I wanted to spend time at the bar since I usually had to arrive before the sun rose, which meant that I would have to go with little sleep. Since I lived alone though, I could come home and catch a few zzzs before heading out.

  While I might not be book smart, or have a college degree, I wasn’t stupid either. I loved working with my hands and figuring out how things worked, which was why I excelled at being a mechanic. My attitude didn’t, though. I was a hot head, and it was known in the circles I ran in. Got it from my old man.

  The bastard liked to beat on my mom. Well, until I turned thirteen and showed him what it was like to get pounded. That night he left and we never saw him again. However, that also meant his income was gone, which was why I had to pick up as many side jobs as I could to help bring in money until I was old enough to get a full-time job. I barely passed high school and only cause my mom made sure I did.

  After another exhausting shift, I went home, showered and took a nap for a few hours. I’d dreamed of Adam giving it to me as I gave it to Alicia so my dick was rock hard when I woke. Since I slept nude, all I had to do was roll onto my back, and after retrieving the lube out of my bedside table, it didn’t take long to ease the ache. It had taken a few months for me to put together a plan I thought would work to entice Alicia out of that tough shell she hid behind and into my arms. Adding Adam into the mix was only a benefit both her and I could enjoy.

  I was going to visit Alicia again so I rinsed off in the shower to make sure I didn’t smell. Spritzing on a few sprays of cologne while still nude, I was careful not to over-do it. Plus, I didn’t want my clothes to smell good; it was my skin I wanted her to crave. With the hope that things would go my way, I skipped underwear. Jeans and a shirt with my cut was about as fancy as I dressed up. My leather boots were the final step before I shoved my wallet in my pocket, a condom in a front one while my phone and keys went in the other.

  After locking my apartment up, I climbed on my bike and headed to the bar. Parking on the side like I normally did, I noticed the parking lot was unusually empty for a Friday night. I wouldn’t complain though. I liked that it gave me the chance to taunt and tease Alicia more than I would be able to if there were a ton of customers needing attention.

  Once I found an empty seat, I pulled my phone out and texted Adam. There were other guys from the club around, and I would have to spend some time shooting the shit with them. It wouldn’t be for long since I had other things in mind for the evening. Taking a whore out into the forest to get a quick blowjob or a fuck in a loose hole wasn’t it.

  Adam said he would head over when he got off work, so I slipped my phone back into my pocket.

  “Hey, beautiful. Gimme two beers,” I said, leaning against the counter.

  It wasn’t Alicia but another bartender. After giving me a wink and a nod, she quickly retrieved to bottles, popped off the tops and handed them to me as I laid a twenty-dollar bill on the counter.

  “Keep the change,” I said, taking the beers and heading over to where the rest of the guys in the club were sitting. Setting the bottles down on the table, I hooked an arm around the nearest whore and planted a sloppy kiss on her lips. It was absolutely nothing compared to a kiss from Alicia, but it was all for appearances. While I didn’t really care what people thought of me, I also didn’t care to put up with the ribbing I got if I didn’t partake in the idiocy they did. All it took was a few well-placed kisses, gropes and comments then they left me alone for a while about it.

  I knew Alicia was around, but we hadn’t gotten to a point where she should be jealous of other women, so I didn’t think it mattered. It was just a kiss, a swap of saliva after all. Once the kiss was over, I pushed her back and toward someone else. I didn’t really want anything to do with her, and it was best to make that clear as soon as possible.

  Leaning back in my chair, I tipped back one of the beers I’d bought. The entire bottle was gone quicker than it should’ve been. Another sign I was overstressed and due for a good time. I listened and attempted to participate in the ongoing conversation with the men, but all I could focus on was the night ahead and waiting for Adam to arrive. I’d spotted Alicia around as she delivered orders and took new ones, but as far as I knew, she hadn’t seen me.

  When Adam arrived, he walked straight up to the bar and ordered himself a beer before turning in his seat to peruse the entire bar and its occupants. His eyes locked on me, and I gave him a slight nod to let him know I’d spotted him.

  Really I’d noticed as soon as he entered the bar. He wasn’t a small man, and while he wasn’t a supermodel, he made people pay attention no matter where he was. Damn sexy man. Watching him walk or even something as simple as wrapping those plump lips around his beer bottle before swallowing a thick gulp had my dick elongating and hardening. He was sexier than any man had a right to be. He wasn’t the first man I found attractive or even the first man I had sex with, but he was certainly the only one who was able to make me get hard from a glance.

  There was something different about Adam. I was more mechanic and motorcycle club member than anything else, but I’d always had a different side of me no one else seemed to understand. The part of me that appreciated and enjoyed the attentions of woman, but also equally enjoyed them from men. It’d taken a long time for me to acknowledge and accept that I wanted both sexes. Even once I’d accepted I was bisexual, it had taken even longer
before I finally succumbed to the idea I might actually enjoy having a man take me where no one else had ever been.

  My first time had been anything but sexy with a man. I’d been so drunk I couldn’t stand, but he’d taken good care of me and shown me that it wasn’t something to be ashamed about. It was something to enjoy and cherish being able to enjoy with someone. Even so, it wasn’t the man I was raised to be. Men weren’t to be on the receiving end of things, no matter how much I’d enjoyed it. After numerous drunken encounters, the only time I was willing to drop my guard enough to allow such a thing to occur, I finally realized it weren’t something I wanted to hide.

  I wasn’t wide open about it. I still made sure it was kept quiet. Although it wasn’t often I gave into it, it was my deepest darkest desire. If I was honest with myself, I wasn’t afraid of being gay. I was afraid of being judged and treated as a gay. As much as society had advanced with tolerance of difference and all that, there was a great majority who wasn’t so accepting of those who didn’t fall into line with their beliefs.

  At the height of my discovery stage, I’d contemplated moving out of the country to somewhere that was much more accepting of “my kind” but I couldn’t do it. I loved America. I loved all that my country stood for. That was when I decided I would live as the man I was. I wouldn’t hide who I was, but I wouldn’t announce it from the hilltops either.

  I rode with men who loved bikes, just as I did. There was much we had in common, including women.

  After my second beer, I excused myself from the men before catching Adam’s eye and nodding toward the hallway that contained the bathrooms and cleaning closet. I had yet to introduce or even tell him about my plan with Alicia.

  I waited for Adam just outside the men’s room. I’d already checked, and it was empty. As soon as he entered the hall in his denim and button up, I grabbed a hold of his shirt and yanked him into the vacant room. I locked the door deciding a stall wouldn’t be enough. I didn’t want to worry about someone catching us. I just wanted him.