Diesel

by Vivian Gray

  “Come get it then.” The towel moves even further away, and like a stupid cat, I leap at it. My wet feet can barely grasp at the slick floors, and I go flying backward onto the bed. My foot clips his knee, and he falls on top of me, straddled between my legs.

  “Get off!” I shout, uselessly pressing my palms into his shoulders. “Come on! You’re crushing me!”

  He doesn’t even mull it over before replying, “No. You owe me for the bike ride.”

  “I didn’t make a deal with you, Diesel! You’re the one that insisted I get on your bike and come back to your place.”

  “You didn’t have to. We can finish what we started earlier.”

  “No. I’m not going to have Tyler walk in on me again.”

  Diesel lifts himself up on his hands so that his body towers over me. A halo of light from the ceiling fan surrounds his head giving him an almost eerie glow. His hips press down into my pelvic bone. He’s wet, but so am I.

  “Your brother… Your brother is nowhere to be found.”

  “Why do you care so much? He’s your roommate, not your prisoner.”

  “Think again, Blanche. Your brother doesn’t just owe me rent. He owns the Bonebags MC nearly $45k. I’m the only one keeping him alive so he can get back the funds he stole.”

  My mind goes blank at the news. “He stole? What do you mean?” I whisper.

  “He was working for us a few weeks back when he got into some… incident – crashed his bike, claimed his lost his memory and told us he didn’t know what happened to the money he was returning to us. Then we found out that he has contacts in the Red Roses, a new club in the area. Seems your brother’s been playing two sides. Now he needs to pony up.”

  I already know the answer, but I ask it anyway: “What are you going to do to him if he can’t pay you back?”

  “What am I going to do? Nothing. Because if he doesn’t pay the club back in a few days, both of us wind up dead. Him for stealing and me for vouching for him.” He pauses for a second, his burning eyes trained on me. “So, you see, Blanche, I’m in a bind here. I’ve got the cash. My daddy left me some funds when he passed. I could lend it to your brother and keep us both alive, but I’m gonna need something else as collateral.”

  “What, Diesel? What do you need?”

  “You,” he mutters with a growl.

  My stomach turns with butterflies.

  “Me? I’m not… I’m not that kind of—”

  “I don’t care what kind of anything you are. There’s something about you that I can’t shake. You let me have a ride, and I’ll cover the debts and give your brother enough time to pay me back rather than the Bonebags. He goes home with you.”

  “That’s it? I sleep with you, and he’s free?”

  “You can feel how much I want you. It’s as easy as that. You let me do whatever I want to you tonight, and your brother is yours again.”

  My body squirms under his weight. I did say I would do anything to get my brother back, and knowing that his days are numbered only makes me more convinced that this is the way to go. To save him, it was worth lying down and taking it. But with that steely smile across Diesel’s face, I wonder what he could have in store for me.

  “If I do this, you’ll be gentle?”

  “No,” he replies, taking my breath away. “I’m never gentle.”

  “You’ll stop if I say ‘stop’?”

  “I’m not gonna promise you that either, but I will guarantee you won’t be asking me to stop.”

  Even soaking wet, my temperature is rising. My mouth has gone from bone-dry to soaking wet. I look him over again – the tattoos, the wild hair, the knee pressed firm against my sex, and I ask him one more question.

  “What do you want me to do?”

  Chapter Six

  Diesel

  What don’t I want her to do, is a better question. Her smoking hot body will be in my dreams for weeks after this night is through. And while I never imagined having to pay for sex, I know that I will not regret throwing down the cash for one night with her. Saving mine and Tyler’s ass, and getting out of the mess he made with Knux and the Bonebags, is the main event. Getting a long, hard taste of her is icing on the cake.

  I sit myself up on the side of the bed next to her. She lies still on the black comforter, her arm barely covering the luscious mounds of tit she’s got hidden from me. I extend my arm towards her, motioning for her to sit up. She gingerly finds her way up next to me, and she crosses her legs at the thigh and turns herself to the side.

  I can’t help but reach towards the curve between her neck and shoulder – the same spot I kissed earlier. My fingers twist the curls of her wet hair, brushing them away. My lips follow, moving up the line of her neck, goosebumps rising on her skin.

  “I want you on your knees, Blanche,” I tell her.

  While I’m ready to go right here, right now, there’s nothing more I want to see than her pale pink lips take in my throbbing cock. She inhales a shaky breath and then turns her head to me. Her blue eyes flash determination, her teeth gently bite into the bottom corner of her lip, and like a snake, she slithers down to the ground before me.

  Her soft hands press against my knees and around my thighs for balance. She studies my package, already pushing against the fabric of my pants, and I swear, for a second, I see a smile pop up on her face. Her trembling fingers find the silver hook of my fly and pull it down cautiously until my cock nearly springs free through the openings. She wastes no time with my belt. The leather straps unwinds around my hips and creates a pile that’s followed by my pants, underwear, socks, and shoes.

  I prepare myself for what’s coming next. It’s a feeling I’m far too familiar with. Girls going down on me is just a perk of being me – being a member of one of the most powerful motorcycle clubs in Orange County. And the closest you are to the president, the more head you get. Spare chicks, girls that are one and done tosses, are plenty and ripe for the picking, but Blanche isn’t one of those girls.

  She’s the exact opposite.

  She takes her time, watching my face as she bats her eyes downward toward my waiting cock. A hand gently wraps itself around the base of my shaft. It moves small strokes up and down half the length until my cock is fully at attention. Her mouth softens as she presses her full lips to the tip of my cock, tasting me, savoring me, maybe even enjoying me.

  Blanche doesn’t seem like she’d be an expert at getting a man off with her mouth, but she navigates my cock like a pro. She takes her time surveying the length of my throbbing, thick cock with tentative kisses. Flicks of her tongue dart along the skin. Each time she does it, ripples travel down the back of my spine, and the hair on the back of my neck pricks up.

  My fingers wrap into the comforter as she teases me. Even though she’s nowhere near taking me all the way in, like I want, I’m running on every cylinder. It’s taking every bit of my willpower not to take her by the hair, force her mouth open with my fingers, and thrust her straight onto my cock.

  This is the kind of show I’ve been thinking about all afternoon and evening since we first met out on the porch. And now that she is here, before me, I know it’s all been worth it. It will all be worth it for the ability to watch her naked body slither through my legs, to see her ass bounce in the air with the movement of her mouth, to see her eyes square on me.

  From the look of her, she may think she’s got all the power here with my cock in her hand and mouth, but I’m the one winning. I’m the one who is going to enjoy every last second of this deal. For $45k and some freedom, the foreplay is even better served.

  There’s no way to prepare for when she does it – the feeling of her warm, moist mouth taking in the top of my cock. It’s enough to put most men down. But it’s not all soft and sweet. It’s fucking fireworks bursting in every nerve of my body. It’s lightning striking over and over again and thunder rolling through me. It’s midnight come and gone and a new day rising all in one.

  It’s only a few inches,
only one part of my body, but when she lowers herself down to the bottom of my shaft, it’s freaking magic. A moan escapes me, but that’s all I will let her have – a tiny bit of me asking her to continue.

  Blanche glances in my direction with her thin eyebrows raised in a question. Yeah. I get it. You want to know that I’m enjoying this. I am. Go on. Dear God, go on... She moves back up with her tongue trailing behind her leaving streaks of moisture on my cock as extra lube. The tongue curls around the tip, and then, with a woosh, she shoots back down. My member disappears into her mouth and back down her throat. She waits for a moment and then comes back up with her tongue swirling around.

  This is the point where most girls stop. I wouldn’t blame her. It’s work enough to get this far, especially when you’re not exactly in it to win it. Most girls, especially the “good girls”, want to only prove that they can do it – that they have it in them to be down and dirty. But Blanche surprises me. She’s not stopping.

  She goes back for more, going farther and faster each time she skims down the line. She becomes an automated machine with her head bobbing up and down on my cock with a twist and a flick of her tongue like a well-tuned assembly line. She adds just enough suction to make it feel as if she’s pulling all the goodness out of me like a crazy straw in soda.

  With each stroke, she takes more and more of me in. My cock fills her mouth, and with her eyes closed, I hear and feel her almost hum. The vibrations shimmy through me until I’m almost down for the count. My breath catches in my throat, almost causing me to choke for more.

  She shoots with speed down, this time with hands on my thighs for extra support. I run my hands through her wet, tangled hair, and use the strands as reins to plunge her back down. She follows my rhythm stroke by stroke without any hesitation. I have never had anyone as fast or as eager.

  “God… damn… Blanche…” My words are lost in my mouth. I’ve never been much of a talker in bed, but she has me wanting to pray that this never ends. “More… Fuck… How are you this fucking good at blowing me?”

  I’m so close, so damn close, that I know that if she continues at this rate, I am going to lose it before I’m ready. I’ve had her mouth, but now I want more. I want to feel her from every angle of that tight little body of hers. I want to give it to her so rough that it is her calling out my name. I want to know her from the inside out.

  Reaching towards her, I grab her chin and force her off of me. Her mouth makes a delicious pop sound that echoes throughout my room. I hook my arms under her armpits and lift her to stand. She’s a fucking sight to see. Red knees and all, she’s perfection. Her peachy skin’s got no marks, no tats, nothing. She’s an untouched goddess standing before me with only a sly smile and rosy cheeks. Her round breasts bounce lightly as I grab for her, beckoning her towards me.

  My ears are focused on her partially shaved pussy as she lifts her leg to straddle me. I swear to God she takes her time positioning herself just right. The chick’s making a show of it regardless of the deal we have. I pull her forward so that she leans into me. We fall back onto the bed with her still on top. Her soft, downy pussy, wet and ready, grazes against my erect cock.

  I lift her chin towards mine, forcing her to look at me as I ask, “Are you in? You really in?”

  Our lips brush as she replies, “I am. I’m in, Diesel. Fuck me.” Her lips find mine, sucking me in.

  It dawns on me that this is the first time I’ve kissed her, really kissed her. She tastes just as she smells – like fresh flowers and summertime. She tastes like it feels when you’ve been riding your bike through an empty street with no traffic to tell you how fast or wild you can go. She feels like danger and safety all at the same time.

  I don’t pull away from our kiss as I grab my cock to slide it directly under her slit. Just as I thought – she’s dripping already. I haven’t even played with her, and she’s already raring to go. I’m not going to make her wait. Her legs spread even further apart, and we both gasp as her pussy falls directly on my cock.

  She slowly glides herself down, and I feel the muscles of her clit spread around me. My cock’s quite the match for her petite little body, so much so that I find myself checking if she’s alright. She only grimaces for a second before finding her sweet spot.

  I grab hold of her hair again as I warn her, “I’m going to fuck you. Hard. So hard that you’re going to hate me when I’m through with you.”

  She surprises me as she replies, “I already do, Diesel.”

  “Good. It’s better when you don’t like me.”

  Before she can say another word, my hips fly upward, bucking her like a bull in a rodeo. Blanche loses her balance as she’s forced to fall forwards into my chest. She hovers over me enough that I can take a bit of her pinpoint nipples into my mouth as I work. Her skin comes alive for me – warm and fresh.

  My cock drills deeper into her cunt, forcing her even more forward into me. And she screams. She screams so loud that I briefly worry about anyone that may be hanging around our porch tonight. But let them hear it. I want them to know how much I love conquering good pussies like hers.

  I’m surprised how fast she finds and matches my own rhythm. Her hips and ass push and pull back with me. She dances in a circle around my cock with each of my upward strokes. Ying and yang, I suppose. I should enjoy this. Most girls are wet fishes when I barrel into them with so much force.

  But I can’t stop. I have one thing on my mind, and I’m not letting go of this. I’m going to make her come. I want her to know that I can pleasure her like no one else. I want her to explode on me so I can prove when I’ve finished that she is one hundred percent mine.

  She’s not long from her release. All the grinding on my hips and my force alone has sent her reeling. I can tell by the way she opens her mouth that her body’s searching for its escape. Her fingernails dig into my chest, along my tattoos, scratching me for good measure. I keep the pace, forcing her to follow. And like a sheep, she willingly obeys my cock’s every command.

  Her head dips backward, towards her shoulders, her eyes shutting as she cries out into the night, “Oh my God… Diesel. I’m—I’m—”

  “Yes. Take it. Take it, you nasty slut. I knew you wanted this.”

  “I’m coming…” She holds onto words as her voice becomes only a whisper. Her body slows, and she leans towards my lifted knees until her back rests on them. She takes a few deep breaths in but struggles to let it all out. Her face is awash in pinks and reds, and her skin is splotched with red marks around her neck and shoulders. She runs her fingers through her hair before opening her eyes and rocking her hips forward and backward again, against my still firm cock.

  “God. That was good,” she mumbles, barely audible to me.

  “It’s not over,” I growl out. “Not even close.”

  Blanche lets out a yelp as I grab the back of her thighs and throw her back down onto the bed. She falls onto her stomach with her ass in the air – just as I want her. I eagerly position myself behind her, grabbing her by the hips and thighs so that I can drive the rest of the way in. I don’t let her get comfortable.

  This time is for me.

  My cock jams into her without any warning. She calls out into the blankets and pillows, her hands pounding near her head. From how she’s crying, it’s as if she’s never let a man take her from behind before. It’s always great to try new things, especially when I’m in charge. I wrap her legs around my thighs at the knees and plow forward. She falls even deeper into the bed until the only thing left up is her hips and ass.

  If taking her like this is a sin, then send me to hell. I’m a man unleashed when I’m able to let go like this, to put all my energy into fucking the hell out of a nice, spread slit. My body heats up from the effort, but I barely notice the sweat rolling off of me and onto her back. All I can feel is the electricity building between our bodies. I have control – all of the control. She’s mine. This fucking beautiful piece of tail is mine.

  I can�
�t shake it. I can’t forget it.

  I know I’m a moment away from coming, and I sure as hell know by the moisture dripping between her thighs that she isn’t too far either from orgasm number two. I want to ease up, to make this last forever, but I need to feel her body against mine. I throw myself onto her back so that she holds my weight. My mouth finds her turned head, kissing desperately at her open, gaping mouth. She holds on tightly to my lips, tighter than I can.

  And with an eruption that makes me cry out in a voice I am not sure is even mine, my cock explodes within her. Warm and sticky fluids flow out of me like the remainders of a volcano. Her own pussy pulsates around my girth as if she is attempting to keep it all in. I kiss her again. And again. And again. I kiss her until our bodies release the other and I tumble down beside her.