I leaned back and rested my elbows on the top. “I didn’t know that. How interesting.”
He ran his hands up my thighs before grabbing the bottom of my shirt and slowly working it up. “How sad. That’s what I think you mean. It’s time for it to see a little action. Lift your ass.”
I did as he said, and the shirt slipped over my ass and continued to travel north. My bottom half was completely exposed. “A little action, huh? What did you have in mind?”
My shirt was suddenly ripped over my head, and Stone’s hand was in the middle of my chest, pushing me backward until my shoulders were on the table. He stared down at me and groaned. “You have a tattoo.”
I looked down at the tattoo I’d gotten for a best friend that had died when I was young. The flower wrapped around my ribcage and stood out in full color. “Yeah?”
His hands trailed down to the tattoo, and his fingers traced the edges of it. “You’re wilder than you let on.”
I grinned at him and arched my back so my breasts stood at attention. “I’m just a sweet girl. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I was mostly a sweet girl. I just had a wild itch that I needed scratched every so often. I had no doubt that Stone was going to scratch it.
He trailed his fingers lower still until he was hovering right over my core. “Something about you makes me crazy. I just threatened all my guys over you. I just can’t help it, though. The idea of anyone else seeing you spread out like this makes me want to put a bullet in them.”
I reached up and cupped my breasts. They were achy and heavy with need. “You’re possessive. That surprises me.”
His thumb brushed over my clit lightly. “I’m not usually. You’re too good to share, though. Fuck. Your body alone is enough to make a man go insane. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
I blushed but held his gaze. I rested my foot on his chest and lightly pushed. “Show me your body.”
He looked down my body and gave me a lasting look before slowly backing away. He took his leather vest off and threw it over his chair. Next came his belt. His smile was smoldering as he slowly pulled his shirt over his head.
My mouth fell open, and I was two seconds from drooling all over myself. My eyes practically twitched trying to take in all of him.
Stone’s body was a work of art. He was large and covered in muscle that rose and dipped in all the right places. Nearly every inch of his skin was covered in dark ink. An entire chest piece merged with two entire sleeves. He’d left out any color, and the effect was stunning.
I snapped my mouth closed and chewed on my bottom lip. “Now the pants.”
His laughter caused a jolt to hit me between the legs. Casually he unbuttoned his pants and then undid the zipper before pushing them down. They caught on a large erection, and the briefs he wore couldn’t contain the whole thing.
I nodded to the briefs, but he shook his head. “Why not?”
“I’ve got to have something between us or I’m going to just fuck you right now.”
I sat up a bit and licked my lips. “I’m assuming you think that’s a problem. It’s not. You can do foreplay later. Right now the fucking sounds great.”
He grunted and stepped back between my legs. His hand went back down to my core, and he roughly shoved a thick finger into me. “Hot and wet, but tight. So tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I adjusted to his finger quickly and rolled my hips. “You won’t.”
He pushed another finger in, and that time I whimpered. “I will. I’m bigger than this, and you have to be ready.”
I laid back on the table and moaned as the sensation of having him in me hit me. I was tight but I wanted him. It might hurt at first, but I’d get over it quickly. “I want you in me. I’ve been wet since the moment I saw you. Please don’t make me wait.”
Another finger and a groan. “You’re going to kill me. Hang on, baby.”
I watched as he reached into his jeans and pulled out a condom. He rolled it on and moved back between my legs. I gasped when his hands landed hard on my thighs. He yanked my body closer to him and then lined his dick up with my core. I held my breath and watched the intensity on his face as he started easing into me.
His dick stretched me as he pushed more and more inside. He was being so gentle with me, but it was making me crazy.
I leaned up and grabbed his ass with both my hands before jerking him forward. I gasped as he slammed home inside me. He was big, but the fullness was the best thing I’d ever felt. “Yes, Stone!”
“Jesus H. Christ. Son of a bitch. You’re so tight.” His grip on my hips was bruising, but he seemed to be holding himself under control with it.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. His warm lips came to life against mine, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I tangled my hands in his hair and tugged on it. I nibbled his lower lip and then licked it. “You feel so good in me.”
His eyes were lowered as he pulled back and ran a hand up to my chest. He teased my nipples while his other hand moved to my clit. His thumb rubbed the sensitive bud as he pulled out and then slowly pushed back in. “This okay?”
I was going to lose it. The friction he was causing in me was already so intense, but I wanted more. “No. More. More, please.”
His fingers tightened over my nipple, and then he lowered his mouth to suck it in. His teeth and tongue battled over it until I cried out. Then he moved so that both of his hands were resting flat on the table on either side of me. “You’d better hold on.”
I screamed his name when he started pistoning in and out of me. My body curled around his until I was clinging to him. My ass barely touched the table as I held on while he fucked me senseless.
Stone growled and buried his face in my neck. His teeth crashed into my skin, and he bit down, feeling the same sense of loss of control as I was.
I panted the longer we went. My body felt like it was on fire. Everything Stone touched was burning up with need. I held onto him and begged him over and over again with my mouth on his ear to keep fucking me.
Stone wrapped his arms around me and pressed our chests together as he continued to pump into me. His body was tight against mine, like he was fighting to keep control.
I was so close to my orgasm that I wanted to see him lose control. I whispered into his ear how much I wanted him to fuck me like he needed to.
Stone seemed to snap. He let out a deep shout and then slammed his body into mine. His pace increased until I couldn’t tell which way he was going, just that it was hard. His arms were steel bands around me.
I screamed his name as my orgasm started. It washed over me in powerful waves until I felt like I would never stop coming. My body was tense and hot as I rolled into a series of smaller crashes.
He slammed into me once more and then froze. A low growl escaped him as his body stiffened even more and then he jerked against me. He called out my name as he came.
I shook against him until we were both finished. I slowly untangled myself from him, and he eased out of me so he could throw the condom away. I let my body fall back on the table and sighed. “Wow.”
He fell into his chair and sat with a content look on his face. “Yeah, I agree. I think you almost just sucked my brain out through my dick.”
I laughed and sat up so I could face him. “Well I think you nearly fucked me through this table.”
“I guess we’re even, then.”
I stood up on shaky legs and pulled his T-shirt back over my head. “Not hardly. I lost a story tonight. You can make it up to me by taking me to your room and doing that again and again until the sun comes up.”
Stone’s eyebrows rose. “Think you can handle more?”
“Think you can?”
Challenging him seemed to light a fire in him. He grabbed me before I could think to move away and tossed me over his shoulder. “I think it’s time for you to learn the lesson all bad girls do at some point.”
I wa
s about to ask what he meant when he slapped my ass harder than what felt nice. I screamed and tried to cover it with my hands.
Stone didn’t bother redressing as he opened the door and walked across the clubhouse to his room. “Yeah, it’s definitely time for you to learn your lesson.”
I couldn’t help the grin that was on my face. I couldn’t wait for more of his lessons. Maybe I did need them. After all, I’d snuck into his clubhouse under false pretenses. I’d probably need to call out of work the next day so he could take his time showing me lots of things.
I’d lost the story, but I’d gained so many great orgasms. It seemed like a nice trade in the end. Anyway, Fluffy was growing on me.
The End.
Seduced by the Alpha Biker
A Biker Romance
Seduced by the Alpha Biker
Standing in front of the mirror, she straightened her skirt and fluffed her hair for probably the fiftieth time that morning. No matter what she did, no matter how prepared she was, she couldn’t shake the nerves that were eating away at her insides. So much was riding on how today went that she thought she might be sick.
“You got this,” she said to herself in the mirror. “You are a great writer and people will see that today.”
“Who are you talking to?” a voice asked from behind her.
Nearly jumping from her skin, Chelsea turned to see her roommate, Taylor, leaning against the doorframe to her room. “Um…no one,” she mumbled in embarrassment. “I was just finishing getting ready.” Chelsea slid on her lucky necklace and excused herself from the restroom. Grabbing her purse from the table, she headed for the door to begin the first day of the rest of her life.
“Chelsea,” Taylor said calmly behind her as she opened the door to their apartment.
“What?”
“Don’t you want these?” She waved Chelsea’s stack of resumes and sample pieces in the air with a smile on her face. “Kind of hard to ask for a job without these, huh?”
“Oh my gosh,” Chelsea exhaled, hitting her hand to her forehead in exasperation. “I can’t believe I almost left without those.” Trying to move quicker than her feet could take her, she ended up stumbling on her way across the living room. Luckily she caught her balance before she fell, but her heart was still beating so loudly in her chest that she could have sworn she could hear it.
“All right, Grace,” Taylor teased. “Get out of here and go change some lives today. They’re going to love you,” she called down the hall after Chelsea as she hurried off into the real world. Fortunately, organization was Chelsea’s forte, so she had a list of all the magazine and newspaper offices in New York City that she had not yet been to organized by geographical location.
With a deep breath and a smile on her face, Chelsea headed off in the direction of her first stop. Even though she had already been living in the city for a few months now, she still couldn’t get accustomed to the dirty looks she got when smiling or waving at strangers. It was not that people were unfriendly here; they were just a different type of friendly. Where she grew up she would get a dirty look for not smiling at someone on the street.
Chelsea didn’t let any of that get to her though, because today was going to be the day to make it all worth it, all the stressing she had done over not finding a job in the past few months. Today she would find exactly what she’d come here for. The few blocks between her and her first stop blurred by due to all the excited thoughts running through her head. She took a deep breath, steadying herself, and opened the door to the first office building.
“Yes?” the receptionist behind the dusty desk called without looking up from her computer.
“Hello. My name is Chelsea. I was wondering if you were hiring. I’m a columnist and I was really hoping for a columnist position.” The words fell from her mouth so quickly that she was unable to stop rambling on. It was a nervous habit that she had never been keen on. “But I would be grateful for any positon at all. As I wrote in my resume, I have written many short stories and—”
“We’re not hiring,” the receptionist interrupted.
“Oh. Well, I understand. Maybe I could still leave my resume in case something opens up?”
“Sure,” she snapped. Still not taking her eyes off her computer, she held her hand out for Chelsea to put her resume in.
“Thank you. I really appreciate it.”
“Mhmm.” With that Chelsea said goodbye and let herself out. It’s okay. You’ll get the next one! Pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, she straightened her posture and continued on.
“Hello!” she called as she entered the second office on her stop. Her foot caught on the lip of the threshold and sent her stumbling forward, spilling the papers in her hands all over the floor. Quickly Chelsea dropped to her hands and knees to gather them all back up. The young girl behind the front desk came running around it to help Chelsea. “Oh, thank you. That’s very sweet.” Chelsea took the papers from her and gave her a gracious smile. Although she was naturally clumsy and did things like this often, she couldn’t remember the last time she had been this embarrassed. She could have cried from humiliation.
Trying to regain her composure, she said, “I was wondering if you had any job openings? I am a columnist, but I would love to apply for anything you have available.”
“We don’t have any openings at the moment, unfortunately,” the secretary said with empathy in her voice.
“Could I possibly leave a resume with you in case something were to open up?”
“Yes…” Her voice was so hesitant that it made Chelsea think twice about leaving it there.
“If it’s not okay, that’s fine as well. I just thought I would ask.”
“It’s just…with the recession and all, we won’t have any new positions anytime soon. I don’t want to get your hopes up.”
“Thank you. I appreciate your honesty.” With that she headed out the door and on to her next stop, hoping to forget how much of a fool she had made of herself.
After getting through almost her entire list, Chelsea was beginning to feel down after being told by most of them that there were no openings for her, but she hadn’t given up hope quite yet. She had one last st0p, and she just knew this would be the one. Her entire life she had believed that fate would always give her exactly what she needed, and here it was: number seventeen on her list.
Plastering a smile on her face, she made her way into the beautiful modern lobby. “Good afternoon,” a voice called from her left.
“Hello!”
“Is there something I may be able to help you with?”
“I hope so,” Chelsea said cheerfully as she made her way to the front desk. “I was wondering if you were hiring.”
“I’m sorry, sweetie,” the woman said with a thick jersey accent. “We’re not right now, and I don’t think we will be real soon.” Chelsea’s heart sank further and further with each word she said.
“Would it be okay if I left a resume just in case?”
“Of course!”
Chelsea felt a small sense of relief; finally someone was willing to see her work. The woman reached under her desk and pulled out a large bin overflowing with papers. “You can add it to the pile.”
Chelsea knew the woman didn’t mean for it to be malicious, but she felt like it was a stab in her chest, like it was a reminder that she was no different than the other hundreds of “writers” in this city. “Thank you,” Chelsea said softly. Trying her best to fight back the tears, she placed her resume among all the others and gave the receptionist a gracious smile.
Once outside, Chelsea began to frantically search the streets around her for a neon sign. She needed a drink; actually she needed several drinks. Seeing an open sign flashing down the block, she quickly closed the space that stood between her and a glass of wine. The bar was empty with the exception of two men playing pool in dim lighting.
“Can I have a chardonnay, sir?” she asked the bartender before she even sat down. With a
quizzical look, he nodded and went to the back to get a bottle for her. She assumed that she wasn’t the type of girl he was accustomed to seeing in here.
“Here you go, ma’am,” he said as he sat a half full glass of wine in front of her. By the way he said the word “ma’am,” she knew he was mocking her. She was just too upset to even care. “Literally can’t remember the last time someone ordered wine here.” He let out a laugh.
“That would explain why the bottle is so dusty.” She gestured to the dust-covered bottle in his hand. By the shortness of her voice, he picked up the hint that she didn’t want to talk to him and that she wasn’t in the mood to be teased. Without another word he let her be.
Cloaked by the dim lighting, Chelsea allowed the tears she had been holding back to finally fall. How could she have been so stupid? She’d picked up her entire life and moved halfway across the country for this? The thought of having to go crawling back home made her feel like even more of a failure.
But that was it; she had applied at every single magazine or newspaper in the city and had gotten nowhere. At this point her bank account was running on fumes, and she knew she couldn’t make it through another month living this way. If she was going to be a waitress or a hostess, she might as well do it back home. She felt so stupid for truly believing she was someone different. In one swift motion she chugged down the rest of her wine and raised her glass to the bartender for another.
“Whoa. Bad day?” a voice asked from beside her.
“The worst,” she said without looking up from her empty glass. She saw someone out of the corner of her eye slide onto the barstool beside her.
“Sorry to hear that. But you know what’s better to cure a bad day?”
“What?” As she turned to face him, Chelsea caught her breath. He was absolutely gorgeous. He had a perfectly chiseled jawline that was beautifully accented by his scruff. His blond hair was messy, as if he had just rolled out of bed and into a photo shoot, but the thing that really made her heart skip was his eyes. He had the most breathtaking sky blue eyes that she had ever seen.
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