Girl For Rent: A Dark Romantic Comedy

by Dark Angel

  And...never fucking bored.

  He finishes me and now I want to take my turn. I wash every inch of him, including several healthy inches of cock and I don't try any funny business.

  We step out and dry off, and I lean in to kiss him and that fire is always there. We stoke the flames and fan them, but then we get dressed and climb on his bike. I hold onto him and, secure in knowing we have a future, I look out from my helmet at the scenery of the small town that we're in. We pull into a mom and pop's diner. I just know the food's going to be good, but the company's going to be even better. Ladies, get a man who can melt your panties and your heart.

  And then you take him home and you suck his cock like you're trying to kill yourself with it down your throat.

  We head inside and are seated in a booth. Our server hands us our menus. She makes sure to pay extra attention to Harlan. Twirling her hair, smiling at him, and totally ignoring me. But I don't care because he's mine and I'm proud. So what if she wants him? I'm licking the cum off his cock tonight.

  "What do you want, Becca? The waitress doesn't seem to realize you're here," Harlan says gruffly. He's annoyed.

  I laugh, waving my hand to show that I don't care. "I'll have a sweet tea," I say.

  The server shows back up, but something in Harlan's look totally kills her flounce and she's all business. Whoa, the man is magic. I'm just the lucky one he's allowed his spell to be cast on. He orders for us both and gets us both burgers. He's still bossy, even in just little ways, but I like how possessive Harlan always is. It turns me on. I like being his.

  When the food arrives, I sink my teeth into my burger and it is heaven. Easily my third favorite thing I've ever put in my mouth. We're keeping track here—Harlan's cock, Harlan's tongue, and then this burger. Which is a shame because I'm swallowing this burger up, but I'll have a chance at the other two tonight and they're going to last much longer. This time when I giggle, I explain this all to Harlan.

  He's actually amused and he reaches out and holds my other hand, giving it a quick squeeze. Amazing how this is the same man that fucks my ass so hard I might cry from the intensity and he’s holding my hand over burgers in a diner. I like it. Do get a man who can do both.

  The sweet tea and french fries I follow up with completely hit the spot and I’m feeling more human again. Harlan pays and we head out toward his bike. He grabs me and pulls me toward him, kissing me. “I ain’t had enough of you tonight. I won’t have enough of you, ever, Becca,” he tells me when he releases me. Stuff like that will make a girl’s eyes water, it's so sweat.

  “I’ll never have enough of you, either,” I tell him back, grinning almost stupid wide but I don’t care. I’m so happy.

  I slide my helmet on and snap it and crawl behind him on the bike, wrapping around him. Everyone knows a lady likes the vibration, but I love clinging to him like plastic wrap while we careen down the streets. It's totally valid to be painted on him because it is the only safe way to ride. You lean with the driver; you feel the rode with him. And feeling all the muscles in his powerful body rubbing against you? With powerful vibrations right on your pussy? Well that's a definite fucking added bonus.

  We’re back at the hotel in no time. This time, there are no old couples to incense, so I guess I’ll have to settle for just sucking Harlan’s cock good enough to make him forget his name—or at least for him to say my name.

  He pulls the key from his jeans and time seems to slow down while he’s unlocking the door. I walk inside. I tug at his belt, undoing the latch, undoing the button above his fly, and pulling down his zipper.

  Then I head toward the bed and put my feet toward the headboard, my head dangling over the edge of the end of the bed. “I’m going to suck you real deep, baby, come here,” I say. He’s just watching me and now that he knows what filthy things I have in mind, he’s happy to oblige.

  Slowly, watching him watching me, I run my tongue over my top and then lower lip. I part my mouth, opening up and making sure my teeth are further back in my mouth. I know how Harlan likes to fuck my face and I’m giving him a deep hole to my throat to fuck into. When he starts to slide in, I’m hoping, honestly, to make him weak in the knees for once.

  I bring my hands back to play with his balls. His hands go to my still clothed breasts. I’m not the main attraction here, and I'm not about to give him a reason to make that happen the way he has a habit of doing. I suck him in, deep, and use my tongue to toy with the sensitive underside of his cock. He doesn’t wait or come on easy, but rams his cock in and out my mouth. Harlan has more than one way to make a girl’s eyes water, and I’m loving every second of it.

  My mouth creates perfect suction on his cock and I can hear the effect. His breathing is ragged, trading curses and low moans that escape his lips. His hands are desperately clutching my tits and squeezing hard. I feel how hard he is in my mouth. Of course, his super cock never stops slamming into me, and I focus hard on breathing, sucking, and keeping up. I feel how close he is to coming, and he groans out, “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” and then unloads an impressive stream of hot cum down my throat. I swallow all of him and keep sucking. I think I detect possible wobbly legs then. Harlan’s deep in my throat and I’m sucking every last drop out of his cock. When he’s finally done and can’t take it anymore, he slides his cock up and out of my mouth. I flip around on the bed to sit up, the rush of my blood making me dizzy for a second, but Harlan’s already wrapping me in his arms.

  “Good to the very last drop,” I say with a smile. He kisses me, and I think, this is my idea of a happily ever after.

  Epilogue

  “Are you sure we shouldn’t have brought a bottle of wine?” Harlan asks me as we get off the bike. He takes my helmet and hands it to the valet.

  I know what you’re thinking. Valet? Wine? What’s happening to the Black Fist MC?

  Nothing. Don’t worry. Everyone is still the same as Harlan likes it – they still guzzle beer all over the place and spray cum on anything they can.

  Or is it guzzle cum and spray beer? Whatever.

  No, in between all the MC things that Harlan does, I convinced him today to come out with me to Alicia and Derek’s garden party out in the Hamptons.

  Seriously, Harlan’s clubhouse is maybe about an hour away on the Long Island Expressway, but it couldn’t be a more different world.

  Instead of guns and knives, we walk into an array of suits and sports coats. Maybe the odd person in Nantucket Reds – God, I hate those shorts. To caviar and a string quartet playing in the corner instead of a bar with a guys with guns standing around.

  “This place gives me the fucking creeps,” Harlan says to, keeping his voice down. “What the fuck is going on here?”

  I grab Harlan’s arm and pull him closer as we walk into the gardens. Of course he’s feeling a bit edgy. This is Derek Lowell and Alicia. They’re like the poster children for the Establishment. And Harlan? Lets just say that he’s the opposite.

  “Becca!” Alicia yells from across the garden and starts walking quickly to me. She’s not running. Not with those heels! “You came!”

  Harlan laughs in the background and I smirk as well. Yeah, we fucked before we got here. Off the side of the road in the bushes.

  We just couldn't wait. Actually, Harlan couldn’t wait. So he stopped the bike and had his way with me. And I let him. Because it felt so good. I loved the feeling of freedom – doing whatever I wanted whenever I wanted.

  Afterwards, he came inside me and I pulled my jeans back up. I can feel his cum dripping out of me right now. It’s a majorly amazing feeling – talking to my friend at a fancy garden party while knowing that my man’s cum is dripping out of me and no one knows.

  It’s so dirty. And I don’t care.

  This is my life for the last several months. Ever since I left Manhattan with Harlan. We go where we want. We eat when we want. We fuck when we want. We do what we care about. Harlan has some business he takes care of time to time, and some clubhouse cha
pter stuff, but other than that, we live in our own little world.

  “Of course I came, babe!” I say back to her, hugging her. “This is the last party before the wedding, right?” I ask.

  It’s true. After long last, Alicia and Derek are finally going to get married. The first of the friends are beginning to get married.

  Me?

  I’m just happy that I’m finally happy. Out of the job that I was getting pigeon holed in. Out of the life that seemed to be outwardly great, but was killing me inside.

  “Are you guys still staying in Long Island?” Alicia asks, as she pulls me to the side towards the buffet table. I look back. Harlan is heading to the bar. I hope he’ll be okay.

  “Alicia, I’m not going back to Manhattan or anything,” I tell her, rolling my eyes.

  She stops and looks at me. “I know, dear,” she tells me. “You’re happy where you are. I would never try and tell you to change that.”

  I look at Alicia with a bit of surprise. I mean, she works at an investment bank. She’s marrying a billionaire.

  I never thought that she would accept this way of life.

  “You have to do what you need to do in this life to be happy, babe,” she tells me and kisses me on the cheek. “Just know that you’ll always be my friend forever. All of the girls.”

  I give her a hug. I spy a look over my shoulder as I’m hugging Alicia.

  Harlan is talking to Derek Lowell.

  Biker talking to Billionaire.

  In Long Island.

  They’re sharing a laugh and a beer.

  It’s like something out of a Mona Cox book. I see Rory and Lisa walking towards us from the other direction.

  Alicia is right.

  No matter what, I’m happy.

  I have my man.

  I have my friends.

  I’m the luckiest girl in the world.

  And the best is yet to cum.

  ;)