The Biker's Touch

by Meg Jackson

  The look on Boon’s face vanished as he chuckled and stared into his drink.

  “Well that’s good. Daddy issues are fun in the bedroom but not when they’re calling you crying at three in the morning,” he said, looking up at me with a mischievous grin. The hint of raunchiness in his speech, the fact that he was clearly so much more experienced than I was, all made me nervous again, and I could hear my heart beating in my ears.

  “So…do you do this often?” I asked, suddenly realizing that while Boon had been stuck in my head all day and night, I was probably just another in a parade of girls who fell into his bed and then vanished, never to be seen again.

  “What do you think?” he answered slyly, a glint in his eye. I felt like I was going crazy. Really, I must have been going crazy. Why else would I be sitting there at that bar, chatting with a guy I’d just met, who I was – probably – about to lose my virginity to? Panic clawed at my throat and I thought: run, run, little girl, run away before you get hurt!

  But one look at that lopsided smile, that gently tousled hair, those ripped, tattooed biceps, chased those thoughts away. Boon looked at his watch and stood up, taking one of the keycards from the table. I admired his long, lean, body as he stood up and felt a tingling between my legs. I thought of his hands in my hair, his mouth on my neck…I shivered.

  “I hope I see you soon,” he said before vanishing into the crowd, leaving me alone with one keycard and a view of the strip that left me blind. I sat, unable to think, staring out the window, an epic battle raging inside me.

  If I hadn’t taken that keycard. If I hadn’t stepped onto that elevator and pressed the button for the second floor. If I hadn’t, if I hadn’t, if I hadn’t, if I hadn’t.

  But I did.

  The red light on the door flashed, turn green, blinking, beeping softly. My hands shook as I turned the handle, pushing the heavy door inwards. I could feel my heart beating in my chest, too hard, my breath shallow and panicky.

  The room was dim, though the lights on either side of the king-size bed were both on. Boon sat looking out the window, his fingers strumming on the wooden table. The room was just a hotel room: fancy, in the way I assumed all Vegas hotel rooms were, but not a fancy as the one I was staying in. Boon turned to look at me, a grin on his face, when he heard the door clicking shut behind me.

  “I’m here,” I said meekly, not sure what else to say.

  “I see that,” he replied coolly. If he was excited about the things I was going to let him do to me, he didn’t let it show. I stepped towards him; he rose to meet me. He towered over me, his strong arms intimidating, his gaze penetrating.

  “How do you want it, little sister?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly, harsh in my ears. The question took me off guard and I panicked, mind racing with possible responses.

  “Wh-what do you mean?” I finally managed to croak. He was standing so close, I could smell him, the burly, masculine smell of him….

  “Well,” he said, reaching out and stroking my arm with a single fingertip, raising all the hair on my body in goosebumps, “I could be gentle. And slow.” His finger ran all the way down to my hand, where he entwined his fingers in my own, drawing me closer.

  “Or,” he said, suddenly increasing his grip and pulling me around, into his arms, backwards, so that my back was pressed against his chest. His hands flew to my halter top, pushing it up violently, his fingernails raking across my taut stomach, rising to my fresh, bubbly breasts, kneading them hard. One hand moved to my hair, pulling my ponytail, my head snapping on my neck as his lips lowered to my ears. “I could fuck you hard, and fast, make you scream.”

  I was panting at this point, my eyes closed, the warmth of his breath against my neck mixing with the desire in my stomach. His hand was rough on my breasts, cupping them, teasing the nipples, massaging them forcefully. I moaned as his lips parted and he began to kiss my neck, tracing my jawline. His grip on my hair released and he moved his hand back under my top, cupping both breasts now at the same time. I’d never let anyone touch my breasts like that, and I was amazed at the yearning it awoke in me, a deep aching need.

  Suddenly, I was flying through the air, then bouncing onto the mattress. Boon had pushed me over and was standing above me now. I could see the outline of his hardness through his jeans, bit my lip, nervous and excited and hungry and frightened, all at the same time. Adrenaline pulsed through me, lighting up my nerves.

  I was lying on my back, looking up at Boon, as he grabbed onto my thighs, his hands rough against my smooth skin. He slid his hands up my legs, getting closer and closer to my pussy. My breath quickened the further he got. His eyes studied me, almost as though he were feasting on the sight of me.

  “Take off your shirt,” he growled, and I obliged, unthinking. I pulled the tank top off, letting the cool air of the hotel room flow over my nipples, savoring the feeling of abandon, of risk, the heat of the intimate moment with a stranger. This is really happening, I thought to myself. I reached down, began to play with the button on my shorts. Boon’s hands flew to my own, pushing them away. He ripped open the top of my shorts, yanking them down, taking my underwear with them, his motions fast, as though he couldn’t hold back.

  I was totally exposed, then, laying back, knees in the air, completely naked in front of a man for the first time in my life. I could taste my heart in my throat. My skin was alive with want. I couldn’t think, couldn’t question, couldn’t go back. Boon grabbed my waist, pulled me to the end of the bed. His calloused fingers on my skin made me quiver.

  He knelt down before me; I didn’t know what he was doing, exactly. I thought maybe he wanted to look at my pussy, maybe he was checking to see if I was a virgin, if it was clean. I leaned upwards, supporting myself on my elbows, and looked down curiously at the top of Boon’s head between my legs.

  I moaned and threw my head back when I felt his lips against my inner thighs, a trail of kisses moving slowly lower, lower. I still didn’t know what he was doing, but it felt like heaven, and I realized I was getting wet down there as his lips grazed my sensitive skin. My pussy clenched, crying out, fire rising to my face as Boon’s head dropped lower…lower…lower…

  His tongue. My clit. My hands rushing to his head, his hair between my fingers, his tongue, my clit, moaning, lapping, thighs clenching around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting more. Moaning and tossing, my heart beating faster and faster, his soft, warm, wet mouth on my pussy, my hips bucking, fingers pulling him closer, deeper, more, more, more, please, oh god, please, don’t stop…

  His tongue darted out, flicked my clit, rolled around it, zig-zagged across it, flicked it again, circled it, like a dance, a tango, his tongue on my tender button, my sex jumping and gushing with each lick. I cried out for more, begged him not to stop, my face flaming bright red, my body tensing. I felt a pressure building inside me like a wave, a throbbing, aching desire overtaking me. My toes curled.

  My hands grabbed Boon’s head roughly, pulling him into me, grinding against his lips as he suckled my swollen clit, drawing it into his mouth, bringing his teeth ever-so-slightly against it, just grazing it, really. I fell back against the mattress, feeling it building, building, more and more, the wave growing and growing and cresting and finally…

  Like a flood of electric light, I felt my body snap in two, limbs shaking, tremors rippling through my body as my pleasure exploded inside me. Every nerve, every inch of skin, pulsed with ecstasy as I cried out my bliss. My thighs were like a vice around Boon’s head, my toes curling up almost violently as I bucked and shook underneath him, my fingers running through his long, soft hair, every inch where our bodies made contact feeling like paradise. I felt like my body was rising, lifting off the bed, as I came for the first time ever.

  When it was over, my climax fading, I sighed deeply, satisfied but still yearning. I released Boon, my thighs falling to the side, my hands untangling from his hair. I could feel my chest rising and falling as I breathed heavily, my heart pounding
in my mouth. When I looked up, Boon was smiling at me and wiping his mouth. In a single motion, he’d pulled his shirt off, and I admired, somewhat dazedly, his well-defined muscles. Tattoos covered his arms and chest. I wanted to study them, stroke them, trace them with my finger.

  He crawled upwards, suspended over me, pushing his pants down as he went. I looked down further, and the sight of his huge cock drove me into a sudden panic: what was I doing? There was no way he could fit that huge thing inside my virgin pussy! He’d rip me in two! I looked back up at him, catching his eye. He looked puzzled, seeing something in my eyes that must have betrayed my fear.

  “I’m a virgin,” I blurted out, needing to tell him so that he knew to go slow. A look of concern passed over his face, replacing the puzzled look. He was supporting himself over me with his impressive arms, I could feel the heat baking off him, could feel his 8-inch cock grazing my tender flesh, drawing desire back to my slit, making me gush as I pictured the things he could do to me. The things I wanted him to do to me. The things I was afraid of him doing to me.

  Boon sighed and suddenly rolled onto his side, lying on his back next to me. I pulled myself up, now puzzled myself.

  “What’s wrong? It’s okay, really, I just want you to…you know…take it easy,” I said. I had time, now, to really admire his naked body. It was beautiful – large, strong chest tapering off to a lean, toned midsection, a deep V leading down to his huge, pulsing, erect cock. His tattoos almost seemed to shimmer in the dim light. I felt myself grow more and more excited with each second that I was allowed to admire him.

  “It’s not right. Girl like you….guy like me….well, it just isn’t right. You should give it up to your high school sweetheart. Some nice farm boy who’ll take care of you and eat corn on the cob with your folks,” Boon said, sighing, throwing his arm over his eyes as if to hide from the world.

  “I don’t have a high school sweetheart, and I don’t want a farm boy. I want you. Now, tonight,” I said, suddenly growing courage as I let myself feel my desire, my sex pulsing, my eyes locked onto Boon’s dick. Suddenly inspired, I reached out and tentatively stroked it, feeling its hardness, its strength. I’d never touched a cock before, and the flesh on it was softer than I pictured, the head almost squishy as my fingers explored.

  Boon groaned under my touch. The sound turned me on even more. I reached down and felt between my legs; I was soaking wet. Pulling myself up, I wondered what I could do to convince Boon that I really did want him, that it was my decision, that I needed him tonight and didn’t care about my virginity (or potential lack thereof).

  I knew about blowjobs, of course, and realized that was my most logical option, but I was afraid. I’d never sucked a man before, and didn’t know where to begin. Plus, Boon was so big that I wasn’t sure how much of him I could fit in my mouth. I positioned myself on my knees, my ass next to Boon’s head, and leaned over the whole, long length of him. I gripped his cock and slowly lowered my mouth to the tip, taking it in slowly.

  I lapped at the head, rimming around it with my tongue. Boon moaned again; out of the corner of my eye, I saw him remove his arm from his eyes and lean up to watch me. His hand reached out and grabbed my ass, massaging the soft globes, driving a thrill through me that made me want to pleasure him more. His other hand found its way to my head and his fingers snaked through my hair, coming to rest on my scalp, where he pushed down gently.

  I slid my mouth further down his throbbing member, tasting a slight saltiness as liquid seeped from the tip. I struggled to breath as I inched my mouth down his cock, careful to keep my teeth between my lips, allowing my tongue to tickle the underside of his cock as I sunk deeper and deeper towards his lap.

  Finally, I felt his cock hitting the back of my throat and gagged. My first instinct was to come up, but Boon’s hand on the back of my head held me in place, restricting my movement. I breathed raggedly through my nose, tears pricking the corner of my eyes, as Boon slowly began to thrust his hips upwards, driving his cock deeper and deeper into my raw throat.

  I was panicky, breathless, heart pounding, but something about the dirtiness of it all, being mouth-fucked by this biker with his long, wide cock, awoke something primal and hungry in me. I swallowed, feeling my throat massage the head of his cock. Boon’s hands on my ass grew rougher, and he kneaded the soft flesh hard, the callouses on his fingers scraping against me, making me shiver with want.

  Boon’s grip on my head increased and I could feel him thrust harder into my virgin throat, making me gag even harder. Tears began to spill from my eyes, unbidden, as I struggled to breathe. Finally, thankfully, Boon released me, and my head popped up, my breath coming thin and ragged, coughing. Boon grabbed my ponytail and dragged me backwards in a single, forceful stroke.

  My head hit the mattress and in an instant I felt Boone’s weight on my body, pressing me down as he rolled onto me. His cock, now wet with my spit, pressed against my gushing slit. He rose, supporting himself on his arms once more, and I grabbed onto his biceps, feeling the muscles there, tracing the tattoos.

  His eyes fixed onto mine, a look of carnal abandon in his face, and I felt him press against my pussy. The head of his cock slid easily into my wetness, and I closed my eyes and moaned as I felt my pussy stretching around his hugeness. I felt resistance, his cock stopped inching forward. Opening my eyes again, I knew what was about to happened, worried about the pain, needed it to happen, didn’t care about the pain.

  “Hold tight,” Boon growled, and I gripped his biceps, biting my lip. In a roar of tearing pain, he was inside me, ripping me, splitting me in two. I cried out, the pain much worse than I could have imagined, my pussy sore and aching already.

  He stayed still for a long moment as the roar of pain turned to a whisper, then slowly began to melt into a different feeling entirely: pleasure. Pure, unbelievable pleasure. My mouth dropped open in a silent moan as he began to push deeper inside me, slowly, slowly, reaching deep inside me, places I had never felt before. No one had ever felt before.

  My breathing became quick and shallow as Boon began to pump in and out of me, his huge cock driving deep inside me. I could feel every inch of him in my tender, virgin pussy, felt him lighting up my nerves like fireworks. I held tighter to his biceps, watched his chest move above mine, bit my lip and moaned as he began to speed up. My hips began to rise and fall to meet his strokes, wanting to feel him even more.

  I felt my face flush with heat, my nails dig into his strong arms, my heart beating fast as the wave rose inside me again. It was different this time, my muscles clenched tighter and tighter as he dove into me hitting someplace sweet, someplace that drew my eyes into the back of my head. I croaked in pleasure, not caring how I looked or sounded, my legs crossing over his lower back to allow him to enter deeper. He began to slam into me harder, I could hear his balls smacking against me as his hips thrust against mine. He would grind into me with each stroke, giving me seconds of precious satisfaction before drawing out again.

  My ears started to ring. He was fucking me faster now, harder, I could feel the sweat dripping from him, hear his labored breathing, smell his musk. The wave inside me rose, rose, rose as I felt, simultaneously, something blooming inside me. My pussy was soaked, my muscles felt like they were about to snap, he was fucking me so hard that I was bouncing up and down on the mattress, clinging to him for dear life as he pistoned into me.

  And in a split second, in a flash, I felt the wave breaking once more, sweet release trickling through my body, Boon grabbing me close as he slammed into me a final time, his cock driven straight to what felt like the very end of my pussy.

  I felt warm, hot liquid gushing into me, massaging my pussy as it milked his cock, nerves still like fireworks as he held my shuddering, virgin body. My pussy squeezed and clenched around his cock, wanting him to stay inside forever, wanting this feeling forever, wanting him forever.

  Boon shuddered once more, the last of his cum bursting into me, sending me into a final, teeth-
grinding throe of ecstasy. I moaned as he collapsed on top of me, both our bodies thick with sweat, both panting and flush with the glow of sex.

  I felt…new. I felt alive, awake, but sleepy, contented. I felt like I could have laid there forever, or at least all night. When I looked at the clock, though, I knew that I had to go: Becky and Alicia would probably still be sleeping, but if I wasn’t there in the morning…

  “Holy shit,” Boon said, finally, turning to me. I smiled nervously; I could feel his cum leaking out of me, relished it.

  “Yeah,” I said back. “Thank you.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, thank me.”

  I got up, searching the floor for my shorts and panties. When I stood up, I could feel more of Boon’s cum dripping out, and looking down saw where it had mingled with the blood from my freshly de-virginized pussy.

  “You have to go?” Boon said, leaning on his elbows. I was surprised at the disappointment in his voice; I figured a guy like him was used to ushering women out of the room afterwards. He just didn’t look very…cuddly.

  “My friends will miss me,” I said, cocking my head, trying to figure out his angle.

  “I wish you’d stay,” was all he said as he lowered himself back down. I have to admit, that did make me feel really good to hear. “How long are you here for?”

  “Til Monday,” I said, pulling on my shorts and reaching for my top.

  “Can I see you again?”

  I stopped in the middle of the pulling the shirt on. Can he? See me again? Does he actually want to, or is he just being nice? I shouldn’t…

  He sensed my hesitation and leaned upwards again, eyes beseeching.

  “Or would that ruin the ‘stranger’ aspect of your goal?” He seemed genuine, but I didn’t know. Well, I mean, I knew that I wanted to see him again: I could feel myself growing sadder and sadder about leaving each second that past between us.