by Kahlen Aymes
If Savage was going to be hanging around a lot, it was going to be a long summer with this silly crush.
Chapter Three
Savage
Fuck me.
Willow looked so sweet and innocent standing there in her shorts and t-shirt. That didn’t stop me from wanted to drag her back to my bedroom to fuck her until she couldn’t walk. Was she still a virgin? I stroked my growing erection, thinking about sinking into her tight pussy.
I couldn’t help myself as I rubbed one out in the bathroom before getting dressed. When I came all over my hand, I imagined I was doing it all over her bare, perky tits. Man, I was a fucking pig.
I cleaned up and got dressed, pulling on my jeans and a worn black t-shirt. As I laced up my boots, I pictured Willow on the back of my bike. I would love to take her riding all day and then stopping for the night at a hotel in the middle of nowhere so I could use her tight young body all night.
Don’t get me wrong; she would enjoy every second of it as well. I gave my head a slight shake. I was ridiculous. I’d met this girl yesterday, and she was my daughter’s caregiver. Besides all that, she was too young.
I needed to get laid. Later, when I got back to the clubhouse, I would take care of that with my regular club whore. And maybe her best friend as well. Double your pleasure...double your fun.
Club whores were fun, but I wasn’t with them very often. I needed more out of a relationship than a warm body. Those girls served their purpose, but I had a thing for the ‘girl next door.'
I’d met Mandy’s mom in high school. In a lot of ways, Willow reminded me of her - church going, good girl who probably got good grades and was still a virgin. I fell hard for her, but after I had graduated, my lifestyle killed her. She began to party hard, and with her inexperience, she died of an overdose shortly after Mandy was born. Devastated didn’t even begin to describe how I felt.
My life spiraled out of control. I started drinking heavily and ignored my responsibilities as a father. Ma eventually made me face reality again, and I hadn’t had a drink since.
I vowed after her to live with my daughter and my mother and not to be in a serious relationship ever again. But Willow was the type of girl I could see making me change my mind.
I left the bathroom and found her sitting in the kitchen, messing around on her phone. Her face was flushed, and I saw the outline of her nipples through her thin t-shirt. Seeing me almost naked must have had quite the effect on her. Man, did I want to take her and corrupt her. Ma would probably kick my ass, though.
She sighed, and I cleared my throat to let her know I was standing there, causing her to jump.
“Why are you so jumpy?” I grinned as I went to pour myself a cup of coffee. “Would you like some coffee?”
“Do you have any creamer?” Her voice was strained.
I opened the fridge and pulled out Ma’s French Vanilla creamer to show her. “This work?” She nodded quickly, and I poured her a cup. I took the two cups to the table and joined her, sitting in the chair next to her. She took a sip and played with her ponytail.
We sat in silence. Small talk wasn’t a strong characteristic of mine and being alone with her was making my cock hard. I wished Ma would get back.
My phone dinged, and I checked it. It was a text from Ma, letting me know Mandy went on a playdate with a friend of hers from church and she wouldn't need Willow today.
“It seems my daughter is at a friend's for the afternoon. Ma said to pay you anyway and let you go home.” I pulled my wallet from my back pocket and pulled out a fifty dollar bill. I offered it to her, but she waved it off.
“That’s okay. You don’t have to pay me.” She grabbed her phone and stood up from the table. I found myself being disappointed she was leaving.
“I insist.” I stood up and took her hand in mine. I stuck the money in it and closed it shut. Her skin felt so soft, and I wanted to touch more of it.
“Listen, it’s a gorgeous day. Let’s go for a bike ride.” Sure, I had shit to do, but the weather was too nice. A woman hadn’t ridden on the back of my bike in years, but something about this girl wanted me behind me with her arms around me.
She glanced outside, and I thought maybe she was going to make a run for it. There was a chance I was reading her signals wrong, but I seriously doubted it.
“Sure,” she shrugged. “Let’s do it.” She grinned at me, and it was so infectious, I couldn’t help but smile back.
I looked her over again. “You’re not dressed to ride.” I was such a perv, using this as an excuse to totally check her tight, hot ass out. “You should probably wear some jeans. Do you want to go home and get some and meet back here? Or I could follow you and we leave from there.”
She looked disappointed for a moment like she was ready to go right now and any delay wouldn’t do. “Wait. I might have some jeans in my car. I keep some clothes in there because you never know what’s going on this time of year and how warm it will be. Let me go check.”
She bounded out of the house before I could even respond. I walked out to the front porch to watch her bend over the truck of the car. Her shorts were so short; her ass cheeks almost hung out. Damn!
Willow found a pair of jeans and brought them to me with a smile. “Found them. I’ll go change and be right back out.”
“Hurry up.” I fought the urge to slap her ass as she walked by me. I followed her back inside and finished my coffee while she changed. This was probably not the smartest thing I’d ever done, but I didn’t care. I wanted to go for a ride, and I didn’t want to go alone. There was no harm in that.
That’s what I kept telling myself at least.
Chapter Four
Willow
This was crazy.
I didn’t do things like this. I was always the responsible one. I never broke the rules and did what I was told - what was expected of me.
I was tired of always being the good girl.
My hands were shaking as I buttoned up my jeans. I had never ridden a motorcycle before, and my heart was racing. My mother always said they were death machines and shuddered when one would drive by.
My parents loved me, but they sheltered me. My brother died when he was five, and I was three in a tragic boating accident. I barely remember him, but my parents were overprotective ever since. I tried to cut them some slack - if I lost one of my kids, I’d work extra hard to make sure nothing happened to the other one, but sometimes they were suffocating.
Today, I have this gorgeous biker that wants to take me for a ride on the back of his Harley, and I’m not going to pass it up.
I came out of the bathroom to find Savage standing there in his cut, waiting for me.
“Put this on.” He handed me a woman’s leather jacket and a feeling of jealousy stabbed through me as I put it on. Did he have all of his whore’s wear it when they rode with him?
“It’s Ma’s,” he said, almost as if he could read my mind. Relief washed over me, but I didn’t let him notice. I was stupid to be jealous. This was two people enjoying a gorgeous day on a bike ride - nothing more.
“Let’s go.” He let me out to the driveway and climbed onto his bike. I jumped when he started it, the loud noise scaring the crap out of me.
He revved it up and laughed. “Climb on.”
I tentatively put my hands on his shoulders and swung my leg over the back of the bike. I was instantly aware of the vibrating between my legs and breathed in his scent, committing to memory how he smelled like leather and Irish Spring soap.
He reached behind him and grabbed my hand, pulling it around his waist. “Hang on tight, babygirl.” My heart skipped a beat, and I wrapped the other arm around him. As I squeezed him tight, he went flying out of the driveway. I stifled a scream, but he laughed again, patting my arms around him.
We drove out of town, and I looked around, wondering if anyone I knew would see me on the back of Savage’s bike, the president of the Devil’s Knights. I ducked my head behind him until we reach
ed the city limits. Once there, he opened it up.
I understood the lure of riding on motorcycles. I never felt so free with the wind in my hair and the sun on my face. With the bike between my legs and his body close to mine, I never felt more alive and turned on.
After we had been riding for awhile, he found a small park and pulled into the parking lot. He parked the bike and turned it off.
“I thought you could use a bathroom break.”
“Oh yeah.” I had still been holding on tight around his waist. I let go, and he helped me climb off before he did the same. We walked towards the pavilion nearby.
“First time on a bike?”
“Yeah,” I tried to smooth down my hair. After that wind, it probably looked like a rat’s nest.
“How do you like it?”
“I love it!” I couldn’t hide my enthusiasm.
“Good.” He smiled softly at me before disappearing in the men’s bathroom.
I walked dreamily into the women’s and did my business. I felt like I was dreaming. I never thought taking a simple babysitting job with cause me to end up on the back of Savage’s motorcycle. I felt like I was dreaming.
I washed my hands and went back outside. He was sitting on the bike, checking his phone with a frown on his face.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, worried our afternoon would be cut short.
He shoved his phone in his pocket and smiled. “Nothing I need to worry about now. Thanks for coming on this ride with me.”
“Sure.” I took the hand he offered and was surprised when he pulled me close to him, my body pressing against his. He wedged his thigh between my legs.
“You’re a very beautiful girl, Willow. I’m not used to holding back when I want something, and I want you.” His eyes were dark and intense, his words low and thick with desire. He shifted so I could feel his hard cock through our jeans. “Riding always excites me, but riding with a pretty girl on the back of my bike excites me even more. Does it excite you?”
I licked my lips and nodded. I didn’t trust my voice to speak. My eyes locked on his, and I couldn’t look away. His hand snaked around my waist before travel down to my ass. He cupped it roughly, and I gasped.
“If I slipped my hand down your jeans, would be wet for me?” He leaned in as he spoke, his lips almost touching my neck.
I nodded again. When I was in the bathroom, I discovered how wet riding with Savage made me; my panties were soaked.
“Damn it, Willow,” he groaned. “I want to take you back to my clubhouse and have my way with you. I want to lick and suck those plump lips of yours until you’re begging me to fuck you.”
“Take me there.” I didn’t even have to think; the words came out of my mouth.
“Are you sure?” He bent forward and planted a kiss on my neck.
“I’m sure.”
“Then get on.”
I swung my leg over, and this time I didn’t need to be told to hang on. I wrapped my arms tight around Savage. I squirmed on the back of his bike the whole way to the clubhouse, trying to relieve the pressure between my legs. Pressure only Savage could take care of.
Chapter Five
Savage
I was an idiot and not thinking clearly with my head - at least not that one.
My only thought was the sexy and willing woman on the back of my bike.
I drove to the club at breakneck speed and would probably have gone faster if Willow wasn’t on the back. I didn’t want to scare her, but I also didn’t want to waste any time. I had to sneak her into the club and to my apartment without anyone noticing. It wasn’t the best idea I ever had, and that was probably the last place she should be, but it was the only place I could think of where we could be alone. Ma would be home any minute, and she lived with her parents, so that was out.
The thought of fucking her with her parents home was a turn on, though. She would have to be so careful to be quiet while I was finger fucking her until she came all over me. I filed that way for something to do in the future when she was feeling a little more adventurous.
Willow was a quiet girl on the surface, but underneath, she was a hellcat. I caught a sense of that when she quickly agreed to ride my bike. Then when I asked her if she was wet for me and she agreed, I knew she had an inner slut inside of her I had to get out.
Now I didn’t want her sleeping around - I only wanted her to be a slut for me. That was going to start today.
I pulled my bike into the compound and luckily, it was pretty empty yet. There were a few bikes around, but most people were still at home with their families or at work. I quickly parked and took her hand, almost dragging her off the bike and inside.
“If the guys see you, they are going to ask a lot of questions,” I told her quietly. I didn’t want her to think I was ashamed of her. “My goal is to get you naked, and I don’t need anyone getting in my way.” I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder like a caveman. She squeaked, and I swatted her ass to be quiet.
I managed to make it to my room without anyone seeing me. At the door, I put her down and unlocked the door. I went inside, dragging her with me. I breathed a sigh of relief when I closed the door behind us and locked it.
I turned to her, a wicked gleam in my eye. “Are you afraid of me, Willow?”
She backed up towards the bed until it hit the back of her legs. “No.”
“Good. I promise I won’t hurt you and if I do, it will feel good, baby girl.” I cupped her face and looked down into her innocent blue eyes. “Got it?”
She reached up and touched my hand as she gazed up at me. “Got it.”
I shoved the leather jacket off of her and pulled her t-shirt up over her head. I groaned when I saw her pink bra with lace trim. I leaned down and tongued her tight nipples through the fabric. She moaned, and her head fell back.
I reached down and undid her jeans. I knelt down and pulled them from her hips, planting a soft kiss on her flat stomach. Her panties matched her bra with the pink and lace trim. Fucking sexy as hell.
When her jeans pooled at her feet, I tapped her to step out of them. She did, and I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. She was neat and trimmed, but it was refreshing to be with a woman who wasn’t so waxed and fake. I could see her desire glistening on her pussy lips.
I looked up at her, noticing the way her tits rose and fell with her desire. “Take off your bra for my baby girl.” She reached behind her and unhooked her bra before letting it fall from her body. Damn, she was perfect.
I stood up and stepped away from her. “Lay back on the bed.” She quickly did as I asked and I squeezed my cock through my jeans. I undressed quickly and joined her on the bed. I wanted to touch and taste her all over, but right now, I wanted to be buried balls deep in that virgin pussy. There would be time to explore her later.
I slid a hand up her thigh and ran my finger through her dripping wet slit. It slid easily inside of her. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”
She moaned and nodded, arching her hips toward me. I leaned over her and got a condom out of the nightstand drawer. I put it on and positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy.
I entered her slowly, stopping when I met resistance. Her eyes filled with tears but she spread her legs wider for me. I thrust in quickly, taking what I wanted from her. She cried out, and I smothered it with my mouth, kissing her. I let her body get used to my invasion before moving slowly in and out of her. Soon she was meeting my thrusts, and her moans of pleasure got louder.
“That’s it, baby girl.” I reached between us and thumbed her swollen numb. My balls were getting tighter, and I was going to blow any minute, but I wanted her to come first. I pinched her clit, and she exploded around me, her cunt milking my cock as she rode out her orgasm. I leaned down and sucked a nipple into my mouth before releasing deep inside of her.
I collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her body around me. When our breathing returned to normal, I looked
up at her. She was smiling wide, and I kissed her neck. “Are you okay?”
“More than okay.”
“Good, because I’m not done with you. I’m not even close to done with you. It’s going to be a long, hot summer, baby girl. We’re just getting started.”
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Chasing Love
by Misha Elliott
Prologue
It was Wednesday night, and like every Wednesday evening for the past four years, Dylan called his grandmother.
“Hey Grandma, how are you doing?”
“I’m all right dear, nothing to complain about. I was thinking about the holiday this year. You should bring that girl, what was her name . . . Samantha, with you.”
She couldn’t leave anything alone. He swore his grandmother knew this was one of those hot button issues for him, one that she loved to push.
Instead of losing his temper, he merely rolled his eyes and told her calmly, “Grandma, we broke up months ago.” There, maybe this time she would realize that they were over and there was no chance of reconciliation. It was embarrassing to admit, but he was the one who was broken up with via a text message. It hurt for a while, but now that that ship had sailed, he didn’t want to think about it again.
“You know I worry about you, Dylan.”
“Yes, I know.” He tried to sound chipper as he spoke to her, hoping to hide his thoughts from her.
When his parents died his grandmother became that parental figure in life. Now, the weekly calls were more of a weekly routine. Sometimes, he didn’t want to chat when there was nothing noteworthy in his day to day. Dylan thought that at times, his lack of news or a life meant that he was disappointing his grandmother.
