The Black Stallion MC owned this bar, and pretty girls were always welcome to drink their fill as long as they came without boyfriends or the suspicion of being law enforcement. It was clear enough to Rush and everyone else at the bar that these two were just looking for a good time. As Rush chalked his pool cue thoughtfully, an instinctual sort of worry lodged in his stomach. They might have too good a time if no one tried to watch out for them.
Well, he’d keep an eye on them, and if any of the rough young bloods tried to get in too close, he’d be there to shoo them away.
Rush had a surprising soft spot for girls like that, who were usually tired of their own crew and just wanted some fun. He knew other guys in the club, mostly the ones in his age group and older, held a healthy disdain for them. It seemed, to some guys, that it was a way of poking fun at the lower class when the upper class came by for shits and giggles. But Rush had seen too many girls leaving in tears after being pushed too far, and he knew that most of those girls hadn’t had any intentions besides the fun-seeking ones.
He lined up his shot and took it, watching with an easy satisfaction as the eight ball slid easily into the left corner pocket. A groan from Crooks sealed his win.
“Rush, why do I even bother playing with you?” Crooks said, throwing the cue down. “You’re a goddam prodigy.”
“And you’re a glutton for punishment,” Rush said, clapping his friend on the back. “Let me buy you a drink.”
They strode to the bar amiably, Rush still keeping one eye on the little chickadees, who were looking around the bar and holding their beers with both hands. It was a rather quiet night, which didn’t seem to disappoint them much. They invited their share of stares back, too, and their blushing cheeks attested to it.
Ordering two whiskeys, Rush leaned against the bar, still unable to keep his eyes off the little one. When she turned, their eyes caught, and in a flash the bar disappeared. Her eyes widened again, making him smile. He knew the effect he had on women; with long black hair, green eyes, muscles for days and a smile that was charming and unthreatening, there was no shortages of girls who’d brave a storm for a roll in the hay with him. But he wasn’t used to being so taken aback by a girl. Especially not one so young. But there was no denying; she got his heartrate up as good as a run on a treadmill would.
His eyes flicked over to her companion, who’d noticed the charged moment and was smiling devilishly. She’s definitely the instigator, he thought. And I’ll bet in one…two…three…
Yup. There it was. Thick leaned in to thin, whispered in her ear, nudged her shoulder, giggled. Thin looked aghast, then blushed, shook her head…then closed her eyes tight. And nodded.
Crooks, too, seemed to notice what was happening, and he draped an arm over Rush’s shoulders with a huge grin on his face.
“Point, set, match,” he said, and before Rush could pull him back, he was crossing the bar towards the two girls. Rush wanted to groan; Crooks had all the tact of a frat boy. But he followed him, if for no other reason than to stop the guy from making a fool of himself. He was too late.
“…churchmice doing in a place like this?” Rush arrived just as Crooks finished speaking. Crooks had angled himself in front of the thin one, leaning on one elbow on the bar.
“Churchmice?” Thick scoffed, looking at her friend, who was looking at Rush, pale as a ghost now.
“Well, you look like good girls, is all,” Crooks said with a shrug.
“Ha,” thick said. “Good is as good does.”
Still, Rush and the blue-eyed girl stared.
“Name’s Rush,” he said, bypassing the frivolities and sticking his hand out.
“Ricky,” she said, taking his, her hand small and soft and warm. Their touch was nothing short of electric.
“Sasha,” her friend said, but Rush barely heard.
All he could hear, all he could see, was this delicious young thing standing right in front of him, staring at him like she wanted to lick him head to toe, damn near salivating.
And goddamn but if Rush wasn’t feeling much the same way.
***
“No way,” Ricky said, genuinely impressed. “I mean, back in their heyday, that would have been fantastic. Now? I mean, ugh, they haven’t released anything decent in years.”
“Aw, I didn’t mind that last one…what was it…”
“Ugh, no, no way,” she said, taking a sip of her gin and tonic. “But still, a tiny show would have been awesome five years ago.”
Rush and Ricky were deep in conversation, the pool game they’d been playing nearly abandoned, Crooks and Sasha playing solo for the most part.
She’d been surprised at her immediate reaction to the huge, handsome man, but what was even more surprising was that she actually liked talking to him, too. They had the same taste in music, the same sense of humor, and even though he had to be ten years older than her, he never used his age as some sort of measuring stick – older guys always tended to do that “well, I’ve lived longer so I know more” shit, and she hated it, even if it was true sometimes.
But Rush treated her like an equal as they spoke – or, at least, mostly like an equal. He did seem to enjoy calling her “little girl”, playfully, like a term of endearment. And the way he looked at her…well, it made her feel like an innocent young thing who needed to be taught a lesson or two, that’s for sure.
Ricky and Sasha been hanging out with the two guys for the past two hours, and were both having a blast. At first, Ricky had wanted to rain hellfire down on Sasha for actually taking her to a biker bar, but at the end of the day she was glad for the change of pace, the fun company, and the sense of danger.
Because it was clear that Rush and his buddies were dangerous. They all bore leather jackets with MC patches on them, and the bar itself seemed more like a front than anything else – the two girls were the only ones there without a cut.
“So have you seen any good shows lately?” Ricky asked, wanting to keep the conversation rolling. He shrugged.
“Not really. Been pretty busy with work,” he said, eyes growing slightly distant. Curious, she probed.
“Oh? And what do you do for work?”
The moment she asked, she regretted it. Those green eyes of his seemed to pin her down as he looked at her, studying her. He leaned in close, and Ricky felt momentarily dizzy.
“You don’t wanna know,” he said, the slight glint of his white teeth seeming suddenly menacing. She shivered despite her rising body temperature.
“Who says what I want,” she managed to stutter out, defiant even through the jolt of fear.
“I do bad things,” he finally said, before pulling away with a devious smile. Ricky’s eyes went wide, but she forced herself to shrug it off with a grin of her own. Still, she felt so momentarily unsettled that she had to excuse herself to go to the bathroom.
Ricky forced herself to smile at him and made her way to the back of the bar, feeling the combined effects of the alcohol and her strange reaction to Rush. She nearly fell over trying to pull her jeans and panties down, but somehow managed to get her business done without falling into the toilet.
It was only when she looked down at her panties between her ankles that she realized they proudly displayed evidence of her arousal; a large, damp spot right where her slit met the fabric. Half ashamed and half turned on by this realization, she pulled her pants up and flushed, eager to get back out there and get to the bottom of these feelings – whatever that meant.
Washing her hands quickly, she took a look at herself in the mirror, coming to the conclusion that she didn’t look half bad considering her mental state. Her mascara had smudged slightly, giving her that smoky eye look that girls took hours to perfect before going out. At some point, she’d put her hair up in a messy bun; probably to stop herself from playing with it too much and giving away her stubborn attraction. If she’d twirled any more hair around her finger, she would have wound up with curls by the end of the night.
A knock
on the door had her realizing she’d been standing with the water running for far too long. Shaking her hands dry, she opened the door, expecting to see some drunken patron swaying in the doorway. Instead, she got an eyeful of the man she’d been staring at all night. Rush stood, tall and impressive, the fluorescent light of the bathroom only giving her a better look at him. Those eyes that she’d known were green now seemed like they were the color of the sea on a stormy day. His hair wasn’t just brown; it was jet black. His chin, covered in a fine scruff, was dimpled.
“Oh,” Ricky said, her words catching in her throat. He towered over her, more than she’d realized at the bar or the pool table. Her heart beat hard in her chest, her breath was shallow. She remembered that damp spot in her panties and knew it was only getting damper with each moment he stood there in all his muscled magnificence, those eyes bright and knowing.
“Let me in,” he said, a demand, not a question. Without thinking, she stepped to the side, and he entered the bathroom, the door swinging shut behind him.
“What are…” she started to say, but her lips were caught as his hand shot forward, gripping her chin, not too hard but hard enough to stop her from speaking. She could smell him; whiskey and heat.
“You should know,” he said, his face lowering towards hers to whisper in her ear, his hot breath sending tendrils of want down her spine, words curling around her eardrum like a cat by a fire. “I’m not a very patient man.”
“Um,” Ricky managed to say despite his firm hold on her chin.
“When I see something I like,” he said, now moving his lips closer, tickling her flesh, her knees about to give out from the heat rising in her belly. “I take it.”
His arm snaked around her midsection, enclosing her entirely in his strong grasp, and pulling her in released her chin, only to cover her lips with his. Ricky’s shoulders fell in total relief as the tension between them finally eased, his tongue demanding entrance, her lips willingly giving it.
He tickled the roof of her mouth with the tip of his tongue, his other arm coming down now to squeeze her ass through her jeans, making her moan into his mouth. Forcing her back until she hit cold tile, Rush reached down and grabbed her thighs, lifting her into the air, her cry of surprise swallowed by his lips.
Desperately grabbing him around the neck, she felt him pressing himself against her, his cock hard underneath the denim of his jeans. With her legs spread, her panties clinging skintight to her pussy, her slit rubbed against the seam of her jeans, the friction lighting a fire deep inside her.
“These are some tight jeans, little girl,” he said, pulling away to whisper against her flesh. Breathless, stunned, Ricky could only moan as he thrust himself harder against her. “Bet you can feel me through ‘em. Bet I could even make you come.”
As though determined to prove himself right, Rush hoisted her up slightly and pressed harder, grinding his hips against her crotch. Ricky’s eyes widened as she realized he wasn’t lying; every thrust forced her tight, swollen clit to rub against the seam of the denim, the constant pressure mixing with the repetitive rubbing.
“You gonna come for me?” he growled into her ear, licking and nipping gently at her earlobe, making her groan in response. “Wanna feel this hot little body shake…”
“Oh,” Ricky heard her voice echo against the walls of the bathroom as he thrust forward once more, now lifting one knee and pressing it underneath her, right where her slit met her pants, the slightest pressure there immediately making her grind against it. Pinning her against the wall with his leg and one arm, he snaked his other arm around her, and forcing her hips down he positioned her so she was straddling his thigh, riding it, thrusting her own hips back and forth as her clit buzzed and begged for release.
“Yeah, you are,” he whispered again. “You’re gonna come for me, right here and right now.”
“Rush,” she moaned, his name a whimper on her lips, her mind blank but for the pleasure she was feeling. “Oh, god, I’m gonna…oh my God….I can’t…I can’t…”
With one strong jerk, he slid her body upwards, and Ricky’s thighs clasped around his leg, her body releasing in a flood of pleasure, slit soaking through her panties as her body quaked and rumbled with her climax. She felt like she was breaking in half, her ass bucking against the wall, her hips still grinding her downward as though his thigh was a hard cock she could ride. When finally the sensation waned, leaving her breathless and shell-shocked, he pulled away.
“Now,” he said, a glint in his eye that told Ricky that he wasn’t done with her yet. “How do you plan on repaying me?”
His green eyes captured hers, and without a single thought, she slid down the wall, dropping to her knees before him. Desperately, she fumbled with the zipper to his jeans, her fingers shaking. She had never wanted someone’s cock in her mouth so badly – she couldn’t even remember wanting anyone’s cock in her mouth at all. But right here, right now, with her mind and body still reeling with pleasure she’d only read about in books, she wanted nothing more than to suck every drop of cum out of Rush’s cock.
When she finally managed to get his pants down, her eyes widened. Looking up to see the shit-eating grin on Rush’s face, she wondered, briefly, if she’d made a mistake after all. He was huge; she didn’t know how she would ever fit all of him into her mouth.
“Scared?” Rush asked, his voice almost taunting. It gave her the push she needed to at least try; she wasn’t going to be taken for some wimpy little thing now, after what he’d done to her. She wanted to show him she could give as good as she got.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispered, his head falling backwards as she licked the head of his cock. Ricky tasted a drop of briny precum, found it strangely delicious, wanted more. Leaning forward more, she took the head into her cheeks, flicking her tongue across it as her hand gripped the base and gently stroked upward; when her hand met her lips she pulled away, and using her spit as lube stroked him back to his base, her mouth coming back to the head and further, licking the velvety skin underneath, feeling the vein pulsing there, his desire making his cock throb against her tongue.
She moved further down, slowly, inching her lips down the shaft, taking her time to slowly lick and lap at every part she could reach. Opening her eyes, she saw that she was halfway down his shaft, but already she could feel the head pressing against the back of her throat, threatening to trigger her gag reflex. Instinctively, she tried to pull back, but right at that moment, his hand fell to the back of her head, keeping her in place.
Her nostrils flared in momentary panic, her hands coming to his thighs for support, tears budding in the corners of her eyes as he gently pushed her head forward. When she looked up, she saw him looking down at her, a smile on his lips as he watched her struggle to fit more of his manhood into her tiny mouth. That smile chased away her body’s panic and she did her best to lick at each new inch of his cock, moaning on his dick so that he could feel the vibrations against the head.
When he grunted in pleasure, she hummed, making him press even harder against her scalp in desperation. She kept her hand firm on the base of his cock, knowing that she could never fit all of him inside her; when his hips began to thrust, her mouth and hand covered each inch of him, his cock thrusting into her throat at his own pace, fucking her mouth like it was his to do with what he wished.
“Fuck, yeah, girl,” he groaned, thrusting harder, the vein underneath his cock pumping faster. Ricky felt his cock throbbing and straining in her mouth, his hips moving faster, her throat growing raw as he used her. He couldn’t last much longer, and she moved her free hand to his balls, feeling them churn as she massaged them gently, tickling between his thighs until finally he slammed himself against her, thick spurts of cum shooting into her throat and cheeks; she swallowed each drop, loving the way it felt as she sucked him dry, almost wishing for more when he finally pulled out entirely with a rough gasp.
“Jesus fucking Christ, girl,” Rush said, moving around her to lean
against the wall. “That’s how you make a man fall in love.”
Ricky laughed; she had no intention of making Rush fall in love with her. Nothing could be less appealing. But this…this had seemed like just a taste…a big taste, for sure (one that still lingered in her mouth, in fact), but just a taste all the same. She wondered, if his cock had felt so good in her mouth, what it might feel like in her pussy…
Ricky raised herself off the ground and walked forward, now pressing Rush against the same wall. Leaning upwards on her toes, she kissed him, close-lipped, long and sultry.
“That was fun,” she said, pulling away. “Thanks.”
He looked at her in genuine surprise, the look of shock followed by a smile. A really, really cute smile, Ricky thought.
“You’re a lot cooler about this than I imagined from a…from a…”
“From a little girl?” Ricky answered for him, and he nodded, chuckling. She shrugged and backed away, preparing to leave with a look in the mirror to make sure she didn’t have any cum dripping down her chin. “People sure will surprise you, won’t they?”
And with that, she left, swallowed up by the noise of the bar.
***
Christmas Eve was rapidly becoming Christmas as Ricky sat watching the lights on the tree blink and fade and blink and fade. Everyone had gone to bed hours ago, her parents tanked on Chardonnay and her little brother dreaming of Playstations and 4-wheelers. But Ricky couldn’t sleep. Not out of excitement for what Santa had left under the tree – out of desire to make the call she’d been worrying about for the past few days.
After their encounter in the bathroom, Rush had emerged and bought her and Sasha another round, seamlessly getting back into the groove they’d had going beforehand. Sasha, no fool, had known something had happened to keep her friend and the biker gone for so long, but she was cool enough to let it slide until the car ride home, only giving Ricky a knowing smile before including her on the current topic of conversation.
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