Maybe tomorrow I'd hit the adult store next to The Red Rooster, and get a new toy.
I had no way of knowing how long I'd been asleep when something roused me. The first thing I noticed was the noise, a combination of music, loud talking and laughing. It was coming from directly above me. I blinked several times to get my eyes to stay open. My gaze stared straight ahead at the window in my room. A tiny ray of bright light was coming through where the drapes didn't meet up. It didn't take me long to figure out that my damn car lights had come on again.
I forced myself to my feet, headed to the door, and opened it without thinking. I heard it close behind me as I stepped off the curb with a loud yawn. Damn car! I opened the door, reached in and flicked off the lights. When I turned to go back to my room I glanced up at the second floor.
They were partying hard up there. Several doors were wide open, and the lights were on in about six rooms. Bikers were moving back and forth from one room to another, some were dancing, most were drinking. I could hear women giggling and squealing, and then it dawned on me that some of them were dressed differently. Apparently some of the crowd at The Red Rooster had come over here to continue partying.
"Hey pretty lady." I followed the direction the voice came from, to see Bowie at the railing looking down at me. He was leaning over the rail, with a beer in his hand.
I smiled, even knowing that he probably couldn’t see it. "What time is it?"
"Three o'clock." He lifted the bottle to his lips.
"Don't you guys ever sleep?"
His deep chuckle sent a tingle down my spine. He ignored my question. "Why don't you come up here and party for a while?"
"It looks kind of wild up there, and, ah, I'm not really dressed for it." For the first time I was glad there were no outside security lights working. I was wearing a short, red silk nighty with thin straps, and matching panties.
"Baby," he growled in a panty wetting voice, "you've got a lot more on than some of the fucking girls up here do."
I didn't doubt it. I could see half-naked women in the rooms behind him. Those that weren't dancing were engaged in sex acts, smoking, drinking, and probably doing drugs. Trouble. I laughed softly. "Thank you but I'd better not."
"Scared?"
"Playing it safe."
"Then let me warn you up front." His voice dropped in volume. "You walk up those stairs; I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk." It didn’t sound like a threat, more like a promise.
Oh! My! God! I wasn't expecting that! I know my gasp had to reach him where he was standing. I wasn't used to that kind of language. Raw, unfiltered, turning me on instead of turning me off. The fact he was stating what he was going to do to me made me so fucking hot, and wet between the legs. For a second I was held immobile overwhelmed as shock, excitement and lust wrestled for first place.
I wet my lips, hoping that my voice didn't tremble like the rest of my body. He wanted to fuck me…until I couldn't walk! Who comes right out and says something like that? "Um, nice to know," I said. My response sounding so inadequate. I decided it was time to get back to the safety of my room. "Goodnight, Bowie." He didn't respond and I didn't expect him to.
I reached my door, and stared at the key slot in stunned disbelief. I'd left the damn card key inside! When was I going to catch a break? I ran my fingers through my hair. Three o'clock in the morning, I was pretty damned sure the front office would be closed. Crap! Crap! Crap! I pounded on my door in frustration, and then rolled my eyes upward as someone began singing the words to, Born to be Wild in a loud and drunken voice.
Left with no choice, I went to the stairs, and slowly climbed to the second floor. I wasn't sure what Bowie could do to help but I had nowhere else to go. I paused, and took a deep breath before turning the corner. Bowie was no longer standing at the rail, but a couple of his friends were. One had his arm around a woman as they took turns drinking from the same bottle. The other had his back to me, and when I got close enough to him I saw a woman on her knees giving him a blow-job.
My heart was racing. Then I saw him. Bowie stepped out of one of the rooms, stopped short when seeing me, and then walked directly to me. The lustful ember in his eyes made me forget why I was there. He took my hand, and I let him drag me into one of the lit rooms. He pulled me inside, shut and locked the door, and then I was crushed up against it. I opened my mouth to explain why I was there but nothing would come out. Our eyes clung as we shared breaths expelled through our opened mouths. He gathered my wrists in one hand, and slowly raised my arms above my head. He pinned them against the door, moving his body in closer to mine. I'd never felt so vulnerable, or so turned on.
Every sense in my body kicked into high alert when he leaned into me, and I felt his huge erection against my belly. I sucked in air, wetting my lips. His gaze fell there with a feral groan that revealed his hunger. He leaned in slowly, as if savoring every inch that he moved closer to my mouth.
"I didn't come here for this," I whispered. Even while I said the words my lower body betrayed me by arching into his. I began to tremble in anticipation.
"Didn't you?" he said in a low tone. I shook my head and he laughed softly. "We both know it's been leading to this." Again I shook my head in denial. "Let me tell you how it's going to go down, baby. I'm going to touch you, all of you. When I'm done learning your curves, had my fill of sucking your big tits, and fingering your fucking cunt, I'm going to take your luscious ass in my hands, stick my cock deep inside you and fuck you to multiple orgasms."
By the time Bowie finished speaking the words against my lips, which I’d parted to suck in air. His tongue darted out, brushing against my upper lip, and running along my teeth. About to melt into a puddle right there, I thrust my tongue against the tip of his. That's all it took for him to growl, and lock his mouth onto mine.
Oh, sweet fuck the man could kiss! It didn't take me long to realize that Bowie liked it rough, liked to feel the moment. He'd started out soft, and sensual, but in no time his kiss was turning hard, and full of need, the kind that started fires, and I had a huge one burning out of control right between my legs. Our tongues delved, explored and tasted the liquid texture and soft contours of each other's mouths, while swallowing sounds of the spiraling lust surging through our blood.
Suddenly his fingers were against my naked thigh, gliding up the inside of my leg to my pussy. I knew he was going to find me wet, and when his finger flicked over my mound I felt new moisture leave my body. His mouth left mine to latch on to the side of my neck. I gasped to catch my breath, hearing the tiny whimpers leave my throat. As he raked his teeth gently over my skin I struggled to free my trapped hands.
I wanted to touch Bowie but he seemed to have an agenda of his own. Maybe it was the way he liked his sex, he had total control. Only it seemed a little one-sided to me. It had been so long since I'd felt the overwhelming need to touch a man. So long since I'd felt this kind of all-consuming hunger. Bowie wasn't going to come out of this without a scratch because once he let me loose I was going to give as good as I got.
"Holy fuck! Is this for me, baby?"
He was talking about how wet I was. He'd moved aside the silk covering my mound, and easily slipped his finger between the seam of my pussy lips. I wondered if he expected me to answer him but it was all I could do to breathe, and not fall at his feet in a mindless mess.
"Just how I like my pussy," he said with his mouth still moving against my neck. "All slick, and wet with your cream." He thrust his finger several times, going deep, and then slipped it out and brought it to his mouth. I moaned when he licked my juices off. "I can't wait to slip my cock in side you."
Me neither. Would that make me a slut for admitting it to him? "Bowie—" His mouth cut me off, grinding against mine while he thrust his tongue inside and letting me taste myself.
"What, baby?" he asked when pulling away.
"Release my hands. I want to touch you, too."
I liked the slow, sexy smile that came over his
face. "Soon enough, babe." His hand moved up to the strap of my nightgown. "I have plenty more I want to do to you before I let you get your nails into me."
He lowered the strap down my arm as he spoke, the lazy look in his eyes following his progress. Once the strap was at my elbow he moved onto the other one. The only thing holding my gown up now was my boobs, but a finger between my cleavage soon took care of that. It was obvious that Bowie wasn't in any hurry to claim me. He pulled the red silk down until it was bunched around my waist.
His smoldering gaze locked onto my boobs, and I wondered what he was thinking. I knew they were big and heavy, with big nipples, but they were still perky enough where I could go without a bra. Bowie growled, and I cried out softly when he buried his face into the mounds, chafing my skin with his whiskers. The slight pain was kissed away though until nothing but pleasure zinged through me. I strained against his mouth, offering up my flesh.
"I love your fucking tits," he snarled against them. Well, that answered my question at what he thought about them. He stepped back a little. "Let me see you shimmy out of your fucking nightgown, babe."
With his gaze on my lower body I began to shake my hips until the silk fell around my ankles, and I was left standing there with nothing but the matching panties, which were thoroughly soaked. Bowie's eyes became so dark that they appeared black, and his nostrils flared with arousal.
"Sweet fuck," he whispered, his gaze zeroing in on my pussy.
The next second he reached forward, hooked a finger in the fragile elastic, and gave a hard yank. That same finger sliced through the seam of my aching pussy in a teasing sweep that had me arching my hips. My thighs quivered and I wondered if I was going to survive this.
"You have a pretty cunt, baby. I'm going to love fucking it."
Ohmygod! His dirty mouth caused a hot flush to make its way to my core. Bowie surprised me by dropping to his knees. I caught my breath, lowering my arms and watching him lean forward while his hands forced my thighs to part. His tongue snaked out, running the length of my pussy from the back to the front, before pressing it firmly against my clit.
I screamed.
I almost collapsed.
Then realized I was climaxing.
My legs gave out, and I felt myself sliding down the door. Bowie reached up, and put a hand against my belly to hold me in place. My body was convulsing violently with an orgasm that stole my breath. I was sure that my heart was going to explode from my chest. As the convulsions began to wind down Bowie picked me up, and laid me on the bed. I watched him go to the window, draw the drapes, and then he turned back to me and began to remove his clothes. His eyes remained on me the whole time, moving over my body as if committing it to memory.
"You have a dynamite body, babe."
"So do you," I said, looking at his defined six-pack, and sculptured pecs. His muscled arms were covered in tattoos, a series of black, intricate lines, symbols and various images. I expected to see the devil coming out of flames or something equally scary and evil, but the image of a baby's face and RIP beneath it caught me by surprise. It was directly over his heart. My gaze drifted lower, to where his hands were undoing his jeans. He had nice hands, big and strong looking, each finger adorned with a bulky ring, five of which were in the shape of a letter that spelled out chaos. He kicked off his boots as he lowered the zipper.
I held my breath, watching his cock spring forward. It was a beautiful muscle, long, thick, pulsing with blood. The mushroom shaped head was smooth, and looked soft as velvet, dripping pre-cum from the slit. Bowie fisted his cock at the root and ran his hand up and down while staring at me. He tossed a couple of condoms on the bed next to me.
"Get on your knees," he ordered.
I did without question, sensing what Bowie wanted. I wanted it too. He stepped closer to the bed, rubbing the leaking head of his cock over my lips. Locking my gaze to his, my tongue came out to lick the sticky thickness of pre-cum from my lips.
"Wrap your fucking lips around my dick," he demanded gruffly, twisting a hand in my hair. I opened my mouth with a gasp of pain. He used it to his advantage, pushing the full length of his cock past my lips. When the head hit the back of my throat I swallowed, using my throat muscles to squeeze around him.
His thick thighs quivered. "Sweet fuck!" he groaned, closing his eyes, and rolling his head back. He began to move his hips slowly at first, thrusting his meaty mouthful in and out, in and out, while I tongued and sucked with blissful abandon. His tasty cock was hard as steel, the layer of skin covering it soft and hot, and I could feel every vein and ridge.
I moaned, running my open mouth along the outside length down to his balls. I lapped at them, rolled them around gently in my mouth, hearing the breath hiss through Bowie's lips. I stuck my tongue inside the slit at the head, relishing in the shudder that racked his body. Could I bring the big bad biker to his knees? His thrusts picked up speed as did his breathing and just when I was sure he was about to come he pulled out.
He slammed his mouth down on mine, his hands covering my boobs. Oh fuck! He palmed them, grazing my nipples with the pads of his thumbs, and then leaned down to take one into his mouth. I slid my hands up his abs, chest, and around his neck, giving a yank until he lost control and fell forward. I wanted his cock inside me.
With a low rumble in his chest Bowie quickly rolled, dragging me with him. His hands smoothed down my backside. I remembered his earlier comment about filling his hands with my ass, and suddenly I wanted them there doing that more than anything. I squirmed against his hard-on, letting my hands discover that his defined muscles were real and as hard as they looked. His hips surged upwards, his cock head hitting my clit. I cried out as pleasure pulsed through my pussy. Our harsh breathing echoed throughout the room, drowning out the outside noise.
"Fuck me, Bowie." I dug my nails into the taut flesh on his solid thighs. "Please!" I didn't care that I was begging him. I needed him inside me.
"I'll fuck every hole you have, baby," he snarled, grinding his cock against me. Finally his hands were on my butt, rubbing and squeezing the full cheeks. "Fucking love your ass."
I kissed him on the lips, moving over his rough jaw, and down his thick neck. Everything about Bowie was sexy. I'd never met a man who was so manly, in form and persona, except in the romance books I'd read. Fictional heroes I didn't think really existed.
Without warning he pushed me up. "Condom." He patted the bed with his hand until he found one of the packages he'd tossed there. He handed one to me with a wolfish grin. I was straddling him now with his cock bobbing right before me.
I smiled, opened the package, and rolled it down. All the while Bowie caressed my breasts, and pinched my nipples. Our eyes met and clung. The raw desire in his eyes singed me.
"Climb on and ride my dick," he ordered, putting his hands on my waist to lift me.
When I was poised above him he fisted his cock, and lined it up with the opening to my pussy. My breath caught as the bulbous head split the seam leading to my pussy, and slid inside. I closed my eyes and groaned at the exquisite feeling of being slowly filled by the biggest, hardest, cock I'd ever had. With Bowie beneath me there was nowhere to go but down, and I didn't stop until my bottom was against his thighs, and he was buried balls deep. He thrust upward filling me even more if that was possible.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
We began to move against each other simultaneously, wasting no time in setting a fast and steady rhythm that would produce one explosive outcome. I didn't realize how close I was until I felt Bowie's fingers move to my clit. My eyes opened wide as I felt my orgasm climbing rapidly to the top.
"Bowie, I—"
"On your knees. NOW."
What? I was about to blow and he wanted to change positions? I quickly climbed off him and got onto my knees, raising my butt toward him. Before I could catch my breath Bowie moved behind me. When I felt the head of his cock brush my pussy lips I slammed back the same time he
slammed forward. I cried out at the impact. The new position was mind-blowing and made his cock feel fuller, and go deeper. As he pumped into me at jack-rabbit speed I felt his hand reach underneath me to my clit.
That was all it took. I'd already been on the edge and when he tweaked that bundle of nerves it tipped me over the edge. I cried out and went into a series of spasms. The intensity of my orgasm doubled with Bowie's cock inside me. Then I heard him grunt, slam into me one more time, and held himself while he came.
We both sank to the bed as our bodies wound down, and the convulsions lessened. Bowie pulled out of me, and rolled to the side, still trying to catch his breath. I couldn't move, didn't want to, and closed my eyes enjoying the afterglow.
The man was magnificent.
Built like a God.
Dangerous like an outlaw.
Fucked like he'd invented it.
Chapter 4
Bowie
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I shouldn't have fucked her, realizing that the moment I sank my cock into her amazing body. I should have ignored her from the second I looked into her eyes back at the office, and knew that I wanted her. All of her. She'd stirred something in me almost from the start. Some fucking emotion I'd never felt before, and was uncomfortable as hell with. I knew she was running from someone, and that she was just passing through. Most of the time I was able to distance myself from women, their fucking problems, and the drama in their lives. Unless they were being hurt, or I needed a fuck, I could live without them.
Gwen's vulnerability had sucked me in, and now that I'd had a taste I wanted her again, and I didn't want anyone else to touch her. That was insane. I didn't do girlfriends, never had an old lady, never let a woman sit on the back of my bike. I'd seen too many brothers dealing with shit after allowing a club sweetbutt to ride behind them. Everyone knew they were always looking to become someone's old lady, and that was a complication I didn't want or need.
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