by Eden Rose
Being a biker doesn’t mean that I have this constant need to hump and dump every time I stick my dick in some loose woman. No. I would be perfectly fucking happy finding one woman to fuck for the rest of my life.
I open the door to look at Val standing in front of me completely naked. My dick didn’t even respond a little bit. Didn’t even twitch. “What are you doing?” I ask her and scowl.
Since I’ve fucked her before, I already know about her pierced nipples and pierced belly button. Even her pierced clitoral hood. None of those taboo piercings are enough to make me want to fuck her again.
“Slice, baby. Don’t be an asshole. I know how much you miss me and that I can make you feel better.”
Knowing that I’ve got to switch the Mega Dick Switch on, I lean over and pick up her clothes. I chuck them at her and she looks confused for a minute. “I’m not going to tell you again, Val. I’m not interested in being with you again. I’m sorry that you can’t grasp that, but go the fuck away.”
When she doesn’t move and her eyes fill with tears, I place my hands on her shoulders and shove her gently away. Hopefully, this will give her the idea that I’m not joking. “For fuck’s sake. Have some self-respect.”
I walk back into my bedroom and slam the door shut. I spot my phone that I threw onto the bed and snatch it up fully intending on texting Jen.
ME: if I could rewrite the alphabet, I would be U and I next to each other
JEN: Hi, I’m Mrs. Right. Someone said you were looking for me
I blurt out a laugh and can’t help but think about how true that is. She could be Mrs. Right if she were willing to settle down. Chantal’s description of her friend has got me all messed up.
ME: whatcha wearing, baby?
JEN: sexy lingerie and heels
My dick jumps up with happiness and I place my hand on my dick to adjust it in my jeans. Damn this woman sure knows how to do something to do me.
ME: who are you wearing that for
JEN: my navy seal husband that’s coming home to fuck me
ME: liar. You’re wearing it for me.
JEN: what would you do if you came home and saw me wearing some sexy lingerie and heels?
ME: I would lick you from your big toe up to your ear and spend extra time at the spots in the middle
The idea of her laying naked on my bed is something that I have used to jerk off with since I met her. I would love it if she were to be naked and I could look at her full tits and delicious body all spread out for me to do whatever I wanted to do with her.
JEN: and then what?
ME: do you even know who I am? Or do you like getting random men harder than fucking stone?
JEN: yeah. I have a pretty good idea who you are and I have a pretty good idea that I’m in the market for a new best friend.
ME: I forced her to give it to me. Don’t be mad at pinky
JEN: mmmhmm. What can I do for you slice?
ME: well you could send me a pic
JEN: nope
ME: how else am I supposed to believe that you wearing lingerie?
JEN: I don’t know what to tell you
ME: I do. Send me a pic
My phone laid silently next to me and she hasn’t messaged me back yet. After five more minutes and she still hasn’t messaged me back, I let out a frustrated growl and mutter at the ceiling. “I’m so fucking stupid. This is what I get for trying to have something real… I’m sitting around like some chick who is obsessing over a god damned guy.”
Oh great. Now I’m talking to myself!
JEN
With one last look around my salon, I lock up for the night and walk out to my car. I’m used to my car being the only one in the parking lot since I work a lot later than most of these businesses. What I’m not used to is something under my windshield wiper. I stick my car key in between my index and middle finger so I have a weapon if needed as I walk through the parking lot to my car. I squint my eyes to see if I can make out what it is, but I can’t.
It’s a thick piece of paper that’s moving in the wind. Almost like card stock. My fingers reach out to grab it but when I see what it is, I drop it on the ground.
Last night when I thought I saw a flash of light, I’m not crazy! Someone had taken a picture of me while I was naked and printed the picture. I scan the parking lot to see if anyone is looking for me, but I can’t see anyone.
I look around again at the parking lot but no one is there. With caution, I bend over to grab the picture off the ground. After unlocking my car, I slide into the passenger seat to start it. I’m on the road in a matter of seconds but I don’t want to go home right away. If someone is looking for me, that would be leading them to my place.
Each random turn I make down roads that lead me farther and farther from my apartment, heighten my paranoia. Is this something my dad is doing with his friends? Taking pictures of me and leaving them places for me to see them? My dad is a sick man but I don’t think he would stoop so low to take pictures of his daughter while she’s naked. He might have me killed… That’s something he would do without blinking.
I glance over at the clock on my dashboard and see that I’ve been driving around for the past hour going nowhere. If someone is following me, they would have clearly stopped by now because they aren’t getting anywhere. Now, I’m bored and ready to go home.
I’m home within fifteen minutes and naked within a minute after that.
I cringe when my phone begins to buzz next to me while I’m watching some trashy television that doesn’t have much of a plot. Well, I suppose that it does have a plot and that is who can be the bigger fucking dumb ass on the shore. I’m not proud that I can admit that I have watched every episode of this dumb show but I have. What’s worse? I have DVR’d the whole series.
Don’t worry, I’m not proud of my obsession with tanned people walking around talking about going to the gym.
I knew it was Slice right after the first message. It was only a matter of time before he messaged me and I’m surprised that it has taken him this long to do so. Want to hear the craziest part of that? I wanted him to message me for some weird reason. I wanted him to call me so I could hear his voice. It’s that deep and silky voice that covers me completely.
Plus, Chantal told me that she gave him my number.
CHANTAL: don’t be mad…
ME: you’re pregnant?!
CHANTAL: fuck you
ME: you are finally admitting that you’re in love with me and you want to bump fuzzies
CHANTAL: why do they allow you to cut kid’s hair?
ME: because the moms want to experience this wild train and the dads all want me to suck their dicks… you know
CHANTAL: remind me to never bring my kids in front of you
ME: that would be kind of hard since I’m their mother and everything ;)
CHANTAL: jesus.
ME: all right all right. Stay in the fucking closet. What am I not supposed to be mad at?
CHANTAL: I gave Slice your cell phone number and he’s probably going to be texting you
ME: why
CHANTAL: he was begging me and… he likes you, girly
ME: what did I say about playing match maker?
CHANTAL: look, I’m not sure if he’s rich but I can ask him
I blurt out a laugh and then roll my eyes. When I first met her, she kept trying to set me up on dates and I had to keep telling that I wasn’t interested. Of course, I’m not going to tell a person that I just met the reason why I wasn’t interested, but I told her that I like rich guys. Ever since then, that’s been our joke and she promised she would only set me up if the guy was rich.
ME: ha-ha
And that is when the text messages from Slice started coming through. At first, I didn’t know exactly how to respond so I decided to see if he would come right out and say that he wanted me or if he were a pussy.
With the last message that he sent, I knew I had to withdraw from this texting battle. I can’t
get too close to him because then he’s going to start asking questions about myself and I’m not interested in answering them because it’s going to open the door for a lot more.
For the past five minutes, I haven’t responded to what he said. No, instead, I have typed out four different replies but never hit “send” on any of them. I don’t know what to say to him… Wait, that’s not true. I do know what to say to him and that is to tell him to get his fine ass over here and fuck me like we both know he wants to.
My phone begins to ring in my hand and I look down at the screen to see that it’s Slice’s number. I smirk and debate on answering it. Will it be too desperate to answer it? Should I make him wait and stress out a little bit before I answer? Agh!
Silencing the battle going in my head, I answer it on the fifth ring. “Hello?” I answer.
“Hey, Jen,” his husky voices oozes out of the ear piece and coats me in shivers. Slice’s voice is the perfect sex voice. You know the one that is confident and screams out control? On top of that, he sounds as if he just had some hot sex every time I have heard his voice.
“I take it you got tired of texting me?” I question.
He chuckles and then clears his throat. “Actually, I was calling you because you gave me a bit of a problem.”
I smirk and then close my eyes to imagine him here with me. I have his voice in my ear but the physical form of Slice is pretty delicious as well. “What’s this little problem that you seem to be having?” I ask innocently.
“There’s nothing little about this problem that you have given me.”
“Let me be the judge of that,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
There’s a gust of air that is released from his side of the line and I begin to tremble with anticipation. My favorite thing about Slice is the fact that he can dish it and take it. I love a man with a sense of humor.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours, baby.”
Naughty images of us tangled up together in my bed flood me. I bet his whole body is hard and full of ridges and muscles that don’t quit. I also bet that he’s got a fucking huge dick that could make me scream. “You want to see… My what? My pussy? My tits? Or do you want to see my finger plunged into my hot and wet pussy?”
I’m playing with fire but I don’t even care because it’s so much fun.
Slice makes a choking sound and then he coughs a little. “Jesus. Are you trying to make me choke on my damn beer?”
I feel a sense of pride and validation that I caught him that far-off guard. “What’s wrong, Slice?” I taunt.
“I’m going to spank your little heart shaped ass for making me spit out perfectly good beer.”
“Promises, promises.”
“Damn right I want to see all of you. However, I want to see all of you in person not over the little screen on my phone.”
I giggle a little and then look up at the ceiling to think of something to say. I almost tell him to come over but I stop myself before I could say the words. We both know what would happen if he came over and that would be me on all fours spread out for him. “Well, sounds like we are at an impasse. Here I am all dressed up in sexy lingerie and heels with no one to share it with.”
He takes a deep breath and curses under his breath. “Fuck me, Jen…”
“Oh, is that what you want?” I’m taunting him to see if he’s going to own up to everything that he is saying.
There’s several little clicks and beeps on the other end of the line as if someone is typing something and then my phone vibrates. I take it away from my ear and hit the speaker button.
“Holy fuck!” I blurt out as a picture of a thick and long dick takes over my screen. Slice’s hand is wrapped around like a fist around the base of his dick and there’s a Prince Albert gleaming at me.
He’s got one impressive dick that is making me drool and my pussy wetter than ever.
“See something you like?” His sexy voice asks me.
God damn it. He knows how hot he is and now he just wants me to admit that I think he’s hot. The stubborn side of me doesn’t want to admit anything to him and let him think that I’m not that impressed even though I’m hungrier now than I have ever been.
Deciding that I’m going to give him some shit, I deny the truth that we both know. “I’ve seen better.”
He chuckles and I flutter my eyes closed as I think about how hot he is with his blond hair pushed to the side… Now that I know what his dick look likes, it’s going to be harder and harder for me to resist him. Getting involved with my best friend’s boyfriend’s friend is only going to get me in trouble and Chantal is going to play match maker.
“Sure, you have, baby. Now that I’ve shown you mine, do you understand the huge problem that you have presented me with?”
His verbal skills are something that I didn’t expect from a biker. Slice doesn’t sound like he’s one of those typical bikers that say ‘pussy’ and ‘fuck’ every other word. No, he sounds as if he’s educated and that only makes me even more curious than before. There are so many different facets of the man and I want to know more…
“Well, how should we solve your little problem?” I question him.
My fingers make their way down my chest and I pluck a nipple in between my thumb and index finger. I tug on it just enough to make it taut and tight to the point where it’s begging for more pressure.
“Oh, Jen. I do love a clever little girl with a smart-ass mouth. You know what my favorite part of a girl with a smart-ass mouth?” He’s taunting me now and he knows he has me hanging on every word that he is saying.
I tug on my nipple one last time before dancing my fingers down my torso in between my thighs. My pussy is hot and weeping from desire and desperation. With only one of my fingers making their way in between my pussy lips, I rub it over my clit in a circular motion. “What do you do?” I ask him breathlessly.
Slice murmurs something under his breath and then lets out a little groan of his own desperation mixed with a little relief. “I fuck their mouths.”
Sweet Jesus!
“I want you to get naked and lay down for me,” he demands.
Seeming that I’m already naked and laying diagonally across my couch, I don’t have to do much. “I’m already naked,” I admit.
My finger grows slick from my juices and I use this to help stimulate my clit better until it’s hard and begging to come. White hot pleasure streaks through my body and makes me feel desperate for something more. I stick one of my fingers into my tight and wet hole and I let out a sigh of relief.
Slice’s breathing picks up on the other end and I squeeze my eyes shut tight to visualize him. He’s a fine specimen of a man but hearing his voice and breathing when he’s turned on, is only making him sexier to me.
“Take a picture.”
It’s not a request or a suggestion. I have a feeling that when Slice speaks, he speaks with authority and doesn’t leave any room for arguments. “Slice…” I moan as my orgasm ebbs closer and closer to the tip. My body arches and I try harder to reach the crest of my bliss but it still seems so close but so far away at the same time.
“No, Jen,” he states and then grunts a little. I could imagine his big hand shuttling up and down the shaft of his hard dick and my pussy creams just a little bit more. “When it’s just you and I together, you don’t call me Slice. You call me Noah. It’s Noah that’s going to make you come and make you feel the pleasure that you have been missing for these years. It’s Noah that’s going to make you crave more from life and sex.”
His words are spoken like promises and I can’t help but hold on to them. “More. Tell me more,” I beg.
Noah, such a sexy name for him, groans and then shouts out a fuck before giving me what I was asking for. “When I finally get you underneath me, baby, I’m going to tie your hands to the headboard so you can’t get away. Then, I’m going to lick and kiss every inch of your sweet body until you are begging me to end it. Would you like tha
t?”
“Yes! Please. I’m so close…” I say on a breathy beg. It’s true, though. I’m so close to my orgasm but I just need something to help push me off.
“I know what you need. My cock is so rock hard for you, Jen. I’ve been wanting you since I laid eyes on you and only hearing your voice when you’re turned on is only making me want you more. I want you to wrap your legs around my waist and then impale you with my dick.”
Noah’s crouched between my legs with his mouth sucking eagerly on my pussy making it weep from pleasure. I’m grasping at his hair to keep him right where he is and I don’t want him to stop.
“Come for me, baby. Come. I want you to shatter into a million pieces all of my tongue,” he states between licks on my clit.
Just when I’m about to cry out from frustration from not being able to come as quickly as I wanted to, he plunges three fingers into my pussy. The invasion is enough to make me scream out in ecstasy. My body welcomes the blunt force of his fingers and I feel my muscles tighten around his knuckles and he moans out.
“That’s right. Yeah, that’s it. I’m just getting you ready for my dick because I’m going to be in this pussy so much that it will be molded to my fucking cock. You like that, don’t you?” He taunts me.
I nod my head frantically and moan and plead for him to do something more that will push me over the threshold. Just when I’m about to cry out, I feel his pinky circle the hole between my cheeks of my ass. I’ve had anal before but no one has ever taken it upon themselves to pleasure me like this without my permission.
The pressure of his questing fingers and now the pressure of his finger in my ass has got me all worked up. I feel my vision begin to tunnel and the sounds and smells of my apartment all fade away so all I could sense is Noah. The combination of his fingers and tongue have me so turned on and my orgasm is threatening to erupt, that when it does, I splinter into a million pieces.
“Holy fucking shit!” I moan out loud as I come all over my fingers. My breathing is so ragged that I wouldn’t be surprised if I sounded like I just ran a marathon.
