Tempting the Biker: (A Love Struck Bad Boys Romance)

by Amber Burns

  She hung up after hearing something to the likes of; “If I don’t see you, I won’t tell your dad!”

  Brittany gratefully took the coffee a waitress placed in her hand, adding sugar and cream. Chris waited for her to finish, and when she was done, stood.

  “Shall we get you to your friend?”

  She nodded and followed him once again, waiting patiently as he stopped by an office to pick up a motorbike helmet.

  “Woah, I have never been on a bike,” She said, backing away.

  “I’ll go slowly I promise. I seem to be saying that a lot,” He grinned to himself and swung his leg across the large bike.

  He helped her on behind him and when his hand made contact with the soft, warm skin of her arm, electricity surged through them both. His eyes widened, and Brittany gasped, pulling her hand back.

  “You can hold on to my waist, lean when I do, and don’t panic,” He said, quickly looking away.

  By the time Chris swung the Ducati into the underground parking Brittany was glued to his back like a leech. She clung to him desperately, and her legs had such a vice-like grip on the bike they shook.

  “We’re here Brittany, you can let go,” He said, straightening up.

  When she didn’t move, he reached back and patted her leg. She looked up at him and slowly unwrapped herself from his body. They soon stepped into the elevator and Chris looked deeply into her green blue-eyes.

  “I’m taking a long shot here, but would you like to come and have a drink or coffee with me? I’d like to know a bit more about you, there’s something that just… I can’t explain it.”

  He seemed a little lost for words, and when Brittany met his gaze, she lost herself in his dark chocolate eyes.

  “I’d like that.”

  When he opened the door to his apartment Brittany’s heart thumped in her chest, and she watched as he flicked light switches. The bare bulbs flickered on, illuminating a space very much designed by a man. The open-plan space consisted of a steel countered kitchen, bank of refrigerators, freezer and oven. On the other side was a wall with a massive plasma screen mounted on it, and a large leather couch and glass coffee table. A set of stairs led to a loft where she could see a very big bed, stacked with pillows.

  “Your apartment is amazing, especially the kitchen. Men don’t usually have large kitchens.”

  Brittany mused as she strolled around, and stopped in front of a set of floor to ceiling shelves where photos, books and a few ornaments were scattered. She turned from there to face the kitchen.

  “Are you making coffee?” She asked, and then swallowed hard as he slipped off his jacket.

  His back was to her, and he wore only a black vest with his jeans. She got an eyeful of arm and shoulders covered in tattoos, and muscular shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist. She brought a hand to her mouth and tried to not visibly drool. She giggled. He turned, and beckoned for her to sit on a bar stool.

  “Oh? What sentiments are those? And yes, I am making coffee, would you like pancakes too?”

  Brittany had been around young men her own age before, never a man like this, and she could feel her body betray her. Perspiration formed on her forehead and her nipples hardened under her sweater, and Brittany squirmed on the stool as dampness pooled in her underwear, she knew Chris could see these things, she wore an unpadded bra.

  “Um, she said she would understand if I didn’t come home tonight, and wouldn’t tell my father.”

  Chris dropped the coffee mug he held and stared at her as it shattered on the floor, ignoring it. She blushed and continued,

  “I would like some coffee please, but I’ll pass on the pancakes.” She looked to the mess, “Do you need to clean…?”

  He cut her off, “Leave it, the cleaner can deal with it tomorrow.” He muttered.

  He made the coffee and handed her a mug, completely overrun with confusion. This woman had no idea what she had done to him with her statement about not leaving.

  “Brittany, how old are you?” He said softly, leaning against the counter next to where she sat.

  She gazed up at him with those huge eyes, “I’m nineteen.”

  Chris reached for her cheek, unable to resist touching her any longer, and his breath caught in his throat as his palm touched her warm skin. She leaned her face into his hand and breathed in, and crumbled his resolve. He took a step closer, put down his mug and took her face in both his hands.

  “Stay with me tonight.”

  Brittany’s mind ran circles around what she was doing, and before her mind could get her body to practice caution, she nodded.

  Chapter 4

  With her heart thumping and her legs trembling, Brittany stood. She simply rested her head against Chris’s chest and breathed in the scent of him, male, musky, and some expensive cologne. When she raised her face to his, he claimed her lips. Ever so gently he pulled at her lower lip with his teeth and probed at her mouth with his tongue. He turned her head to the side and kissed a trail down her neck, to her ear and her collarbone. When her hands ran up under his vest, soft and hesitant on his back, Chris stepped sideways and picked Brittany up into his arms. She made a soft mewling sound in his arms as he carried her up the stairs and knelt on his bed to put her down.

  Brittany sat on the edge of the King-sized bed and bit her lip as she watched Chris reach forward to pull his vest over his head, revealing further tattoo’s down his left chest. Her eyes followed the trail of lettering down, and she stopped at his rippled pecs and abs. She melted as he reached for her, unbuttoning her cardigan and removing it. He kissed her again, not quite so gentle this time, all the while pulling at her top, lifting it over her head and unhooking her bra in one smooth movement.

  She giggled and fell backward onto the bed, her laughter turning to sighs as his mouth latched onto her nipple, his hands around her body. She arched her back into him, and instinctively wrapped her legs around him.

  Chris lifted his head, and started unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. He yanked at them, and when he looked into her eyes again something had changed, an animal hunger had replaced her hesitation, and she pushed him back to unbutton his jeans, letting them fall to his ankles.

  He stepped out of them and climbed back onto the bed, and when he lay over her, he felt her heart hammer against him, and the sweat from her skin coated his chest. He snaked kisses down her body, holding her hands as he did and listening to the sounds escaping her as he moved.

  When Chris got to Brittany’s panties, he released her hands and pulled at the flimsy fabric, raising his head to look at her, and gasping as she lifted her hips so that he could slide them down her thighs. He held the pink cotton to his nose and breathed in, then dropped them to the floor. He pushed her pale thighs apart and lowered his mouth to her sex, his lips coming away wet with the fluids of her arousal.

  She cried out and grabbed his hair.

  “Come here, I need… I need, I need you,” She breathed heavily, dragging him back up to her.

  His beard stubble scratched her face when he savagely attacked her this time, growling in her ear, her arms around his neck as she tilted her hips against him, feeling the swell of his erection.

  “Chris,” she said, stopping him, “I have to tell you something,” she held his face away.

  He frowned, “Are you okay?” He asked.

  She nodded, and swallowed, “More than okay, it’s just that I’m a. Wow, how do I even tell you this, I’m a virgin.”

  He blinked at her, “Oh my God, Brittany, you should have said something sooner, do you want me to stop?”

  But Brittany shook her head vehemently in his arms, “Please don’t. I just know you should be the one,” she whimpered, and buried her face against his shoulder.

  Chris lifted her face and kissed her, “Okay.”

  She lay on her side as he moved to open the drawer in the bedside cabinet and placed a foil package between his lips. He slipped his fitted shorts down, and Brittany’s eyes were transfixed by
his large cock. It sat proud and straight against his stomach muscles, and as she watched his body he was watching her.

  “Come here, sit on top of me, it will be easier for you that way,” He said through his clenched teeth.

  She climbed over him and sat across his lap, just below it. Chris reached for her hair and pulled the elastic from it, leaving her curls to tumble down her back, and then he lifted her, his hands on her hips, placing her sex just over him.

  “You control the movement Brittany, slowly lower yourself, I’ll hold still until you are ready.”

  He groaned at the sensation of her body enveloping him. Brittany was taking shallow, fast breaths as she felt her body stretch to accommodate his girth, and she had her hands resting on his chest. Her legs quivered and she whimpered softly when her body met resistance against him.

  “I can’t go any further,” She strained.

  Chris reached for her breasts, “This is the part which will hurt, you need to bear down, and break through the barrier,” he spoke as he rubbed her sensitized nipples between his fingers, and cupped her breasts in his large hands.

  Brittany took a deep breath, and Chris took her hands in his.

  “Look at me,” He said, and as she did, she let go, and sank down onto him.

  She completely covered the length of his cock with her body, her lips crushing his as she collapsed to his chest. She could not think, and surrendered to his expertise as he took charge.

  “I’m ready, do with me as you please.”

  Chris lifted her as though she weighed nothing and pinned her body beneath him. Brittany closed her eyes as he moved, and imagined the muscles of his back rippling beneath the decorated skin of his torso. She was aware that she made sounds, but didn’t know of the effect her moans, sighs and little mewls had on Chris. It goaded him to bigger efforts, and with his movements she felt an uncontrollable pressure build in her. She rose up underneath him, her soft belly firmly against the muscular planes of his chest, stomach and thighs. She knotted her fingers in his hair and pulled hard on the long dark brown locks that fell so casually across his face as she felt the universe explode from within her pelvis. She saw stars as Chris thrust hard into her, the muscles of her wet and warm inner body contracting tightly around him. He threw his head back, and came hard.

  When Chris next looked down it was with wonder in his eyes, and as he did so, he met the wonder-filled stare of her blue-green eyes, her pupils widely dilated.

  He lifted his weight off her once he’d caught his breath, and slowly pulled from her body, careful not to hurt her, but regardless of his care, she flinched.

  “I’m sorry,” He murmured, “Let me wash you and then we can get some rest, you must be sore and exhausted.”

  She followed him to a bathroom she had not seen the entrance to, and looked in amazement at the space she entered.

  “Wow, this is stunning,” she said, rooted to the spot.

  When he turned to her after turning the taps in a large glass-enclosed shower, she felt incredibly self-conscious, and tried to cover herself with her hands, failing. Chris walked up to her and placed her hands by her side.

  “Don’t cover yourself, you are beautiful.”

  He stood back to look at her, and Brittany could not fathom why this man, so darkly sexy, who could probably have any woman in the world, was looking at her as though she were the ONLY woman in the world. She blushed crimson, and as she bowed her head, her breasts were hidden by her hair.

  So the night came to a close, as Chris stepped closer to her, and the darkly tanned, tattooed man enveloped the pale young innocent in his strong, muscled arms. She placed her hand on his heart and kissed his chest.

  “What do you see in me?”

  His answer brought a tear to her eyes, “My future.”

  Chapter 5

  Chris nodded his head to the beat of the music that thumped through the walls and into the kitchen of The Grudge. He wore an apron over his fitted black V-neck T-shirt and jeans, and had his hair pulled into back with an elastic band. He worked the whisk as he beat butter and flour over a burner to make the Roux paste as the start of a Béchamel sauce.

  He finished the sauce, boiled water for the pasta and stripped off his apron. He had enlisted a part of the kitchen that wasn’t used on Saturday nights and stood back to watch all the other staff at work, bustling around as he mixed up his macaroni-cheese. This was his comfort food, and he planned on introducing Brittany to it.

  For Chris the past six months had been incredibly difficult, a rollercoaster of emotional highs and lows. He had been secretly seeing Brittany McAndrews, helped by her friends Rachel and Mandy, who always provided an alibi when they wanted a night together. Brit had recently turned twenty, and he had celebrated this with her by giving her a gold necklace with a key on it, the partner of which hung around his own neck. Tonight she was coming around for dinner again, and he looked forward to asking her when he would meet her parents. She had not even brought up the subject as yet, and he was beginning to feel that she was ashamed of him.

  He picked up the food, took a bottle of white wine from the cellar, and slipped everything into his backpack. Dressed in his old faithful leather jacket, he sped through the streets to his apartment block and pulled into the underground parking. Chris skipped into the elevator, and did the same thing getting out on his own floor, grinning from ear to ear when he saw Brittany standing in front of his door, she really lit up his life. She wore a short flouncy skirt in bright red, and a white vest. He could see the outline of her lacy bra under the thin fabric of the top. Her hands were demurely held in front of her waist.

  “Hey,” He said, planting a big kiss on her cheek and hugging her tightly.

  She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent, and then stood back to look into his eyes.

  “Hey yourself, handsome.”

  Together they entered the apartment, with her automatically behind him. He had always had a bit of a dominant streak where women were concerned, and her gentle submissive personality fit right into him like a piece from a puzzle. The moment he had put the food down, she was in his arms again.

  “I’ve missed you so much, this past week has felt like a month, with exams and such a heavy workload.” She spoke softly, her face buried in his neck.

  “I know sweet girl, I’ve missed you too.”

  When she looked up at him with her huge, tragic eyes, he melted, and his lips were on hers in a devouring hunger beyond anything either of them could control.

  He lifted her in his arms as she wrapped her legs around his body and placed her on one of the bar stools at his kitchen counter. While his mouth was still closed on hers he held her up enough with one arm to pull her panties off with the other, and within seconds was buried to the hilt in her wet pussy.

  “Oh God I’ve waited all week for this, right here,” he groaned into her hair which had escaped out of its clip and tumbled wildly over her shoulders and into his face.

  He reached for the thick mass of reddish-blonde curls and twisted his hand into the locks, turning her head to make her face up to him. He bit her lower lip as he thrust hard into her, and held her gaze like that. He liked looking into her eyes as he fucked her.

  Brittany had never imagined passion like this as she reached behind him and held onto the belt-loops of his jeans, which still sat around his hips. He had literally just undone them in time to get inside her, so desperate were they both. She breathed hard, her lip burning and her scalp tingling where his fingers twisted in her hair. The combination of pain and pleasure pushed her body over the edge and she tilted her hips into him, finding the final friction against his pubic bone to breach that barrier to orgasm, and when she came, it was so intense that her hands slipped, her nails scoring deep scratches into his skin, and her head falling against him.

  Chris picked her up and turned her, placing her hands against the counter and pushing into her from behind fast. He shoved her forward with every movement, and to hold her still,
he once again reached for her hair. He looked down at her pale hollowed back beneath him and smiled to himself. She was truly beautiful. Holding her like this, so tightly, gave him an immense sense of control, and he craved that, needed it. He came with Brittany trembling in front of him, whimpering at the tension of his hand in her hair, and when he released her she fell back against him he took her tightly in his arms.

  “Are you okay?” He asked as he held her up, and wiped sweat from her neck.

  She looked up at him, “I am, thank you Chris. That was um, rough, but really amazing.”

  She took a step toward the stairs and stopped, looking down at her legs, seeing his fluid running down her legs and frowning. He chuckled.