Bent Over

by Kenzie Haven

  We’re going to meet again. Soon.

  A.

  His arrogance had no boundaries. He wanted me to fumble the interview so that I would have to see him again. A part of me considered just making up the details and writing the article as a piece of fiction just to spite him. But the serious reporter side of me couldn’t allow that. I was all about the truth, and I had to do my job.

  I placed the flowers inside and continued out on my mission. The Diesel Club was on the other side of town in the kind of neighborhood that you didn’t drive through without your doors locked.

  Pulling into the parking lot of the motorcycle club, I felt desperately out of place. This was a rough area, where dangerous people came to play and the only weapon I had to defend myself was a pen.

  The bar was filled with cigarette smoke and reeked of alcohol. A single look at the line of men slouched on stools at the bar and I wanted to turn around and leave. Instead, I strode right up to the bartender and forced a smile.

  “What can I do for ya?” he asked. The rag he was cleaning the counter with looked older than me.

  “I’m looking for Anton Aquis. Is he here?”

  “Who’d be looking for him?”

  “My name is Chloe. He knows me.”

  He gave me the once-over, staring a little too long for it to be comfortable. Finally, he shrugged and nodded toward a door. “Through there.”

  “Thank you.”

  Every eye in the place was on me as I kept my head held high and walked to the door. I pushed it open and stepped through.

  The door took me to another room. This one smelled fresh with only hints of oil in the air. Large skylights in the ceiling let in the sunshine, giving it an airy feel. It was a complete contrast to the dark bar area on the other side of the wall.

  A motorcycle stood on a sheet in the middle of the room. Some parts were on the ground, covered in oil. The bike itself shone and sparkled like someone took great care of it. I’d never been on a motorcycle before, but I had to admit that it was a thing of beauty.

  The door on the opposite side of the room opened, and Anton strode in, wiping his hands on a cloth. He smirked the moment he recognized me. “Miss Foster, I didn’t know you were here.”

  “How do you know where I live?” I demanded.

  “You got the flowers, good.” The way he dodged my questions was like an art form.

  “It’s kind of creepy, actually. I never told you my last name, and I certainly didn’t give you my address.”

  He crossed the room and stood directly in front of me. Personal space seemed to mean nothing to him. “What can I say? I couldn’t stop thinking about you and your tight little cunt so I made some calls. I’m a big fan of yours, Chloe Foster. I always read your articles in the paper first.”

  I couldn’t tell if he was lying, but he said it so sweetly that it was hard not to believe him. The smell of his aftershave was making me giddy with desire. He was breaking through all my barriers without even trying. “I came here to finish the interview.”

  His hand slid around my waist and pulled me against him. I could feel the growing swell of his erection against my belly. “I’m glad you did. I really wanted to see you again.”

  “We should sit down. At a table. To go through the questions.”

  Anton picked me up and walked us backward before depositing me on the seat of the motorcycle. “I’ll answer all your questions after.”

  I swallowed hard. “After what?”

  His mouth was so close to my ear that his breath sent goosebumps skimming down my neck. “After I fuck you.” It was like he lit a match, and my whole body ignited with those words. I couldn’t think about anything else as he pressed his lips onto mine and claimed my mouth as his.

  Every kiss felt like a stamp of ownership, and I was gladly submitting to him. Surely nothing could be bad when it felt this good. I didn’t care about anything but him and what he was doing to my body. All my anger and resolve was quickly whisked away.

  His body pressed against mine, making sure I would remain perched on his shining motorcycle. I wanted to ride it just as badly as I wanted to ride the man himself. Images of us flying down country roads and soaring through green pastures flashed through my mind.

  I saw our bodies, clinging together as we roared around corners and through city traffic. It felt so real, like they were memories instead of just my wild imagination. Maybe they would become true one day. The thought was exhilarating.

  Anton’s hands roamed over my back until they moved so low he cupped my ass cheeks. His warm palms pulled me closer against him. His arousal was very apparent as his cock pressed against me.

  “Are you wearing panties?” he asked with a low growl in his voice.

  “Yes.”

  He pulled back so our eyes connected. The fire in my belly was reflected in his dark eyes. He looked like he wanted to devour me, and I was going to let him—gladly. Whatever he wanted to do, I was his.

  A part of me knew what I was walking into, even as I had left home earlier.

  His lips tilted to one side in a sexy smirk. “Your panties are mine.”

  He deftly unzipped my jeans and effortlessly pulled them down my legs. My blue panties were torn away next before he let them flutter to the floor. I could tell that he was quite satisfied with himself by the smirk that appeared across his face.

  I looked from his sparkling eyes down to his jeans. They were smeared with oil and grease and in places were a touch too tight—especially around the groin area. I fumbled with the zipper before I managed to get it undone. Anton’s gaze never wavered as he watched me.

  He wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath his jeans. His massive cock stood proudly through the open zipper. My hands grasped around it, feeling the girth and weight of it for the first time as the anticipation of him being inside me became almost unbearable. God, he was as hard as a rock.

  “You like that, sweetheart?” he groaned.

  I gave his cock a squeeze, giving him back some of that cheekiness he liked to throw at me. “Are you going to fuck me, or just talk about it?”

  His tongue licked along his lips as he formulated a comeback. A breathy laugh made his chest rumble. “You’ve got a mouth on you, pretty woman. I’d like to see what else it can do.”

  “Maybe you’ll find out one day.”

  “I hope so.”

  His hand cupped my cheek tenderly as he lifted my face upwards to meet his lips. He kissed me deeply and with passion, stoking the fire that was already making me as hot as hell.

  Our bodies naturally pulled toward one another as his chest pressed against mine. I wrapped my legs around him, encircling his muscled body and feeling it tense. He was trying to keep himself together, but I was trying my best to pull him apart.

  He moved my left leg and pulled it higher, positioning his cock against my pussy. He pushed at my entrance and felt no resistance. I was ready to take him and eager to have him inside me. I’d been waiting for this since he teased me yesterday.

  It was the reason I came here, there was no more denying it.

  His cock slid between my walls, and I greedily took him in. I clamped down when he was fully buried, tightening up to tease him. Anton responded by showering me with kisses. His tongue explored my mouth, mingling with my own until I wasn’t sure where he ended and where I started.

  He started undulating his hips, rocking his cock in and out of me. Every time he pulled out, I anticipated his return with greediness. He slammed back into me and made me even wetter than I was before.

  His fingers worked their way between our writhing bodies and down to my clit. He attacked the most sensitive part of my body with reckless abandonment and rubbed it until I could barely fathom a thought in my head. Nothing existed outside of that moment.

  Between his cock and fingers, I was stretched to the limits of my control. My breaths came out in shallow gasps as I fought to hold on. Stars were burst
ing in my vision as his fingers and cock tore me into a million pieces before my orgasm set off the bomb inside me.

  I groaned while trying not to scream out his name. It was only a very faint reminder that there were people just in the other room that could have overheard us. Anton probably made sure nobody interrupted him in here, but I couldn’t be certain.

  After all, I barely knew the man.

  Anton’s hips grew to a frenetic pace moments before he swore a thousand swear words and stilled. His cock erupted inside me as he reached his own climax and was sent skyrocketing into oblivion.

  Our bodies stopped all movement. He pulled me closer again, and we held each other while experiencing the same joy as it calmed and excited us. It all happened so quickly, but it was easily the best fuck I ever had.

  “Pretty woman, you are amazing,” Anton whispered, as if he could hardly believe what had just happened.

  “You’re pretty good yourself.” I laughed out the words. He had been so arrogant in the interview and now he was giving me all the credit for that fantastic experience? There was a lot more to Anton Aquis than there seemed.

  He dipped his head so that his mouth was next to my ear. “I told you I would fuck you.”

  “And I let you.”

  “You certainly did.”

  He pulled his cock out of me and stuffed it back into his jeans, zipping them back up again. He picked up what was left of my blue panties. “You’re going to need some new underwear.”

  “Are you planning on ripping them off me in the future? I need to know how much I should spend on these new panties. Wouldn’t want to waste money.”

  My comment elicited a chuckle. His whole face lit up when he was amused. “I’ll buy you a thousand panties just so I can rip them off you again.”

  “That seems a bit excessive.”

  “That’s a promise,” he growled.

  My pussy came alive again. I would gladly accept him ripping my panties off a thousand times over. I guessed being a bad boy billionaire had its perks—he didn’t need to budget or be sensible.

  I jumped off the motorcycle and found my jeans, pulling them on again. My clit was still sensitive from the orgasm and feeling the thick jean material against it kept me on high alert. I wondered if he was interested in a round two anytime soon.

  “I’m glad you came,” Anton said, sounding sincere.

  “I am too. I take it this is your bike?”

  He ran a hand over the sleek side of the engine. “It’s my favorite. It needed some repairs done so I brought it in here today to work on it.”

  “Will you take me for a ride sometime?”

  “I thought I just did.”

  I playfully slapped him on the arm. “A ride on your motorcycle. You know what I meant.”

  “Of course I will. Now, should we do that interview?”

  I’d forgotten all about it in the excitement. The article didn’t seem as important now, but I did still need to get it done. I fished out my pen and paper from my discarded handbag. “Are you going to answer all my questions this time?”

  “I promise.”

  He pulled up a stool for me and I perched on it while he tinkered with his bike. “Question one—tell me about your charities, and how they fit in with your various businesses.”

  Anton took a deep breath before he began answering all of my questions.

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  Kenzie’s been writing fiction for years but this is the first time she's shown her naughty side in it. Be prepared to be seduced by some of the sexiest characters imaginable in each of her stories!

  There are three things you need to know about Kenzie:

  Her favorite color is purple.

  She believes in unicorns.

  She writes steamy fiction that makes your heart race.