by Zoey Parker
The thought was enough to send a ripple of desire through me. I was getting lost in lust, and I was just fine with that. I had my reasons for coming out tonight, and he was meeting the criteria of all of them. But if I looked deep and really thought of that, that wasn’t the reason I was letting him stick his tongue down my throat or slide his hand from my hip around the front of me, slipping between our bodies to rub between my legs over my tight pants.
There was something else about him, something that pulled me closer. It was almost a familiarity, like I knew him from somewhere else before, but I wasn’t sure how that could or would be true. And ultimately, I didn’t care. All I cared about was how firmly he rubbed between my legs, how insistent his mouth and tongue were, and how wet I was growing.
When he broke the kiss, I was breathless and so hot I thought I might burst into flames. “You’re a hell of a kisser,” I managed to get out with effort. I let out a ragged breath. “And those hands—”
He continued to rub me over my jeans, and I let out a cry that he quickly swallowed with a kiss just as passionate and insistent as the first. When we broke, he grinned cockily at me and asked, “What about my hands?”
I groaned as he applied more pressure, making me grow wetter by the second. I definitely needed something to help with that, and I needed it soon.
“They’re so big,” I finally got out, sounding like I was in a bad porno or something, but I didn’t care. His hands felt like heaven, and I couldn’t be held accountable for the things I said when he was doing things like that to my body. “They look like they could handle anything.”
I managed to get my eyes open. As I stared up into his deep, dark eyes, I saw a fire lit in them. It burned with the promise of danger and passion both—things I was looking for in equal measure. In a low voice that was little more than a growl, he told me, “They could handle you. Maybe teach you what to do with those fucking curves.”
A shudder went through me. “How can a girl say no to a promise like that?” Then I cried out again as he added pressure to just the right spot to rub my clit through the fabric of my pants.
His free hand clamped down over my mouth, muffling the sound. He laughed at me. “Easy now, honey. Can’t have you making so much damn noise here. This is a public place after all—unless you’re into voyeurism.”
But even as he spoke, he continued to rub me. I thought I might lose my mind and I hadn’t even gotten any damn clothes off yet. Oh yes, he’s definitely what I need tonight, I thought blearily, lost in the feel of him.
“Keep touching me like that, and I could probably be persuaded,” I muttered, only half joking.
He laughed again, and I admitted silently to myself that I liked the sound. It was low and throaty like his speaking tones, but it was also a little lighter, too. Sweeter almost, though I wasn’t sure I would call any part of him sweet.
Maybe the way he tastes, I thought lewdly, considering whether or not I wanted to try giving him a little head before the main course. I didn’t usually, but I was down for some dirty things tonight.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, sounding amused. But he pulled his hand away, making me groan in frustration. He smirked and me and said, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you tonight. But not here, not in front of anyone. Tonight, you’re all mine. No one else gets a piece of you.”
I shivered at the possessiveness in his voice, reveled in it. This man was going to make me his tonight, and I couldn’t deny that I wanted it. Craved it like I hadn’t craved anything else for quite a while.
“Then let’s get out of here,” I murmured against his lips, just barely resisting another kiss.
He nodded, and I quickly made plans in my head. Though I was all about a good hard fucking from this sexy, dangerous man, I had the feeling I wasn’t all that interested in doing it at his place. I liked the dirty things he could do to me, but I didn’t like the dirty place he might live in.
No, I wanted somewhere cleaner. A hotel was out of the question. There were too many faces that would recognize me, that would put the two of us together, realize who he was, and make trouble for me. While I was feeling rebellious and a big part of me wanted my dad to know what it was I was doing—and just who it was I was about to fuck tonight—I didn’t want him walking in on us in the middle of it. And there was just no guarantee that someone at the hotel, assuming they even let me check-in, wouldn’t call my father.
And I definitely wasn’t doing one of those pay by the hour places. Gross.
Which meant I had to think of an alternative. My mind made quick circles as I tried to come up with a place. Mister Tall, Dark, and Fucking Dangerously Sexy had his hand on my ass and was ushering me towards the exit. I had enough forethought to glance around and spot Rochelle. She was flirting with some guy who had a piercing through his lip and was wearing a torn band T-shirt. She caught my eye, and I winked at her. She laughed and waved me off before returning to her own pick for the night.
The guy behind me squeezed my ass, a quick reminder of what his hands were planning on doing to me. I bit my lip in anticipation and felt myself hurrying up the steps to the door. I flashed a wicked grin at the bouncer, who only raised an eyebrow at the guy behind me. He apparently didn’t have a problem with our leaving together because he gave a nod and let us go without even a bat of his eye.
We broke through into the fresh air, and I paused long enough to take a deep breath of it. It was a little cool tonight, just enough to slide across the sweat coating my skin and send a shiver through me.
“You got a car tonight, baby?” the sexy man behind me asked, pulling me back to him by the hips, so I was pressed along the length of his body. I felt his hard chest muscles at my back and his crotch against my rear. Something hard and bulging slid against my ass, telling me he was most definitely ready for me. I pictured how he’d looked and hoped that he was as big as I imagined him to be.
“Not tonight,” I murmured as his hands left my hips and traveled up my sides and around to the front until they reached the underside of my breasts. I felt his hands move up until they cupped each of my tits. He squeezed, and I groaned, pushing my chest farther into his hands. “Guess you’ll have to drive.”
“Suits me,” he answered, his breath hot along the column of my neck. “Hope you’re good with riding a motorcycle.”
I let out a quick breath, then managed to get out, “I’ll hold on tight. I promise.”
I heard him basically growl in my ear. He nipped at my lobe, then pulled away from me so he could walk in front of me and lead me towards his bike. I was so hazy with lust that I could barely walk in a straight line. I needed him desperately now and groaned at the thought of waiting until the drive was over.
And I still haven’t decided where we’re going to do it, I remembered.
He threw one leg over his motorcycle, straddling it, then looked back at me. “Well, c’mon, baby. I promise you’ll love riding.”
I shuddered, then walked over to him purposefully. “Oh, trust me, I do. I ride all night long.”
He laughed at me, though I could tell by the fierce look in his eyes that he liked what I was saying, that it had amped up his desire a notch or two higher. I walked over to him and put my hands on his broad shoulders to brace myself. Then I threw one leg over and straddled the bike.
I settled onto it as close behind him as I could, pressing my breasts against his back tightly and squeezing my legs along his. Letting my hands slip down from his shoulders, I wound them around his middle, pulling myself even closer. I let them slide over his well-muscled chest, pleased to find his abs rock hard beneath his T-shirt.
My hands dipped lower until I found his crotch and those tight leather pants. I heard him groan softly as the palm of my right hand slid over his crotch where his package was bulging with the need to be free.
“You feel like a real handful,” I murmured breathily against his ear.
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Sensing the challenge, I grinned. “I think I’m up for it. It’s important to try new things, to learn.”
Instead of answering right away, he kick-started the bike. It revved up beneath me, coming alive, and I was surprised to find the vibrations of the bike shot up along my body like sparks. I shuddered as the rumbling bike beneath me worked against my bundle of nerves, sending unexpected shocks of pleasure through me.
“Oh god,” I murmured, still pressed against him, my hand clutching at his cock. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
He let out a husky laugh. “Baby, you have no idea what you’re getting into tonight. You wanna do it here in the parking lot? Or are we going somewhere?”
Barely, beneath the hazy blur of my arousal and pleasure, I focused on where we could go. The pool house. It was separate from the rest of the house, almost a guest house really, that was right by the pool and set off to the side from the main house. It was fully furnished with a small kitchen table, a couch, and most importantly a bed. A large bed with silky sheets and thick pillows.
I rattled off the address before I could rethink my choice—there were risks involved, including my father deciding to come out for a late-night swim, though it was unlikely. Ultimately, I didn’t care though. The place was clean and set off from the rest of the house. It was private enough that we probably wouldn’t be disturbed—and I could make some noise without it echoing down the halls to my father’s room.
My sexy biker revved the motorcycle again, sending another wash of pleasure through me, and we took off through the night, one of my hands holding myself to him while the other continued to palm him through his pants.
***
We arrived, and I finally realized the biggest problem with my plan—the sound of the motorcycle. Of course, I was wrapped up in a haze of lust, so it didn’t seem like all that big of a problem really. The vibrations of the bike had nearly pushed me over the edge, and as a result, I was so needy that I was trembling with it. Thanks to my hand job on the way over, my sexy biker wasn’t doing much better.
He pulled the bike to a stop a ways away from the main house, making me wonder whether or not he had considered my dilemma. I hadn’t told him I still lived with my father, but he’d guessed that I was young so there was a good chance that he had assumed as much.
We got off the bike, and his lips were on mine in an instant. His tongue plundered my mouth as his hands raked across my body, squeezing my ass and sliding between my thighs in a promise that I would not be forgotten in the pleasure department.
I might have let him take me then and there in the grass on the front lawn, but I had enough sense left to know that would definitely be a mistake. Pulling on what restraint I had in me, I pushed his hands away from me and started backing up. I gave him a sultry look and curled my index finger at him in a come-hither motion. His dark eyes flashed, and he stalked after me, a predator coming for his prey.
I led him to the pool house, which was dark and closed up. It was locked, but I had a spare key stuck up in the rafters of the overhang. I looked for it hastily. It took me longer than normal because he was fondling my body impatiently and kissing every spot of bare flesh he could find as I searched. His attention set my body on fire and made it difficult to concentrate on anything, but eventually, I found the key and managed to get the door open.
He pushed me through instantly, kicking it closed behind him as his hands reached for me again. He went for my clothes, his hands getting a grip on my shirt and stretching it until the tears grew into deep, jagged lines and suddenly, the whole thing was in shreds at my feet. My eyes went wide as I glanced down at my exposed hot pink bra, barely restraining my large breasts.
“Oh, my God,” I managed to get out, and then his hands were on me.
He cupped my breasts and squeezed them roughly, not to the point where they hurt, but rather to the point that drove me just shy of absolutely crazy. It was like his large, thick hands were designed specifically for my breasts, my body.
“They’re so perky, so firm,” he muttered as he tugged down the cups, holding them so my breasts fell out, my nipples already hardening. “I knew they were fucking real. I love real tits, baby.”
I let out a moan and then gasped as his thick fingers pinched my nipples, hardening them further. “God, I love those hands. I want them everywhere on me.”
“Fuck, babe, there isn’t a place on you I’m not going to touch.”
I shuddered. His hands left my breasts, which would have been disappointing if I didn’t realize that they’d dropped down to the waistband of my jeans to undo the front of them. He popped the button and yanked down the zipper. My panties were lacy and the same hot pink color as my bra, just barely enough to cover my most intimate region.
He jerked down my jeans, but they were so tight they stopped at my upper thighs. This only bothered him a little, however, because it granted him access to my panties.
“I’ll bet you’ve got a pretty pussy, too,” he told me, and a shock of pleasure went through me at the word pussy. It was dirty and vulgar and not what anyone else would ever say to me. It might have been offensive coming from anyone else in any other circumstances, but not here, not now, and not when it came from his full lips.
When his hand went to my panties, I felt his fingers slip down the front of the flimsy, lacy material. “Yes,” I hissed out, groaning as his fingers found the wetness that had soaked through the thin material, stroking my lips through the fabric. “Right there.”
He stroked me several times before pulling away. I whimpered as he did so. “No, don’t stop.” My eyes fluttered open to see him staring at me hungrily and just as cockily as he had in the bar earlier.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to make you fucking explode tonight, baby,” he promised me in a voice that was like gravel. “But I need you out of those fucking clothes first. So take them off. All of them. I want to watch.”
Color raced to my cheeks. Usually, when I got to the sex portion of the night, we were so worked up that doing anything like a striptease or anything of the like was out of the question. We had to dive into the main course right away.
And I wouldn’t have minded that in the slightest tonight, but I found myself thrilled by his order, too. Definitely an order, I thought, mildly surprised to discover that I really appreciated being ordered around by him. He can give me any orders he wants.
Trembling with need, I did as I was told. The first thing I did was kick off my boots and my socks. Next, I went to my bra, unclasping it in the back so I could remove it fully from my shoulders. He watched me hungrily as I did so, and I was pleased to discover that he removed his own shirt when my bra had fallen to the floor. For a second I just stared at the hard plains of his chest, his muscles well-defined and clearly rock-hard. He was all muscle, and the thought that he could basically do whatever he wanted with me sent a strange sort of thrill through me.
Dangerous, I thought, licking my lips. He’s the kind of dangerous I was looking for tonight.
“Keep going,” he commanded when he’d noticed that I’d stopped to watch him. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be out of these clothes, too.”
The promise sent a shiver of want through me, and I did as he said, continuing to remove my clothes. I idly wondered if half the reason he wanted me to take my own clothes off had anything to do with how tight my jeans were. They were damn near a second skin, and I had to wiggle them down my thighs. He watched me for a while as I did so; I felt his eyes on me. Then I heard him command, “Stop.”
I looked up at him in surprise. “But I thought you wanted me to.”
He grinned at me. He’d gotten his belt off, and his pants were undone. I saw dark curls showing beneath the leather, telling me he probably wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Oh, I do. Definitely. I just want you to turn around so I can see that lovely ass of yours while you bend over.”
I flushed again but eagerly did as he bid all the same. I turned away from him then began to
slide my pants the rest of the way down. I wiggled my ass deliberately as I did so, giving him a nice view. I was grateful that my panties were a thong, the lace little more than a triangle above my cheeks where it disappeared between them.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, encouraging me to keep going. “I wanna see your whole beautiful body.”
When I finally stepped out of my pants, I was startled to feel his hands snake around my hips and dip into the front of my panties. I let out a moan when I felt his thick fingers slide between the moist lips, turned on beyond belief and in some desperate need of the attention he was giving me.
“I love how wet you are. I could feel it soaked through your panties, how much you need this,” he murmured in my ear. He pressed himself against me from behind, and I realized instantly that he’d finished taking off his pants and that he was hard as a rock. His bare cock slid along my backside, telling me he was definitely big.
“I do need this,” I answered him, my voice coming close to a begging sound. I didn’t care. I did need this. More than anything in that moment.
