‘Straddle it and lean forward gripping the handle bars,’ I barked. She quickly did as she was told, her face completely flushed, her nipples as pointed as chunks of Toblerone. O yeah, Logan Steele still had it, Summer Beresford didn’t know what she was missing out on, turning me down. I quickly straddled the bike behind Eve and guided my cock to her quivering butt hole. ‘Hold on tight sweetheart, if you thought you’d already had a fast ride, you ain’t seen nothing yet,’ I advised as I slammed into her rear, forcing her up onto her tiptoes as a squeal of pleasure screeched from her lungs. I leaned over her, covering her hands with my own as I gripped hard and thrust repeatedly into her. This was so much tighter than her cunt, at last I started to feel something. I bit the back of her neck again and again as I imagined it was Summer’s virginal arse I was taking so roughly, feeling it milking my cock so hard on every inward thrust. I started to pant, a sheen of sweat covering my body as Eve started to sob, her climax approaching. I pictured Summer’s flushed cheeks as she’d looked up at me last time, with tears of pleasure in her eyes as we’d come together. Those beautiful expressive blue eyes and suddenly I lost it. I’d been so close to release and now nothing, Eve detonated below me, trembling and quaking and I knew she couldn’t take another hard orgasm like that as she gasped in breaths of air between sobs of pleasure. I’d only ever faked coming once in my life, with the vile Camilla Domville, otherwise I’d never failed to get off, but my climax that had been so close was now a million miles away. Summer damn Beresford was fucking ruining me. As if it wasn’t bad enough she was constantly in my thoughts, taking over my personal life, now she was affecting my job performance too? I rammed into Eve one last time and let out a series of groans and expletives. My second ever fauxgasm. And I sincerely hoped my last. All that damn work for no reward? If you didn’t count the large sum of money I’d earned for the night that was.
‘Dale, you’re … sensational,’ she whispered. So it seemed I wasn’t the only one somewhere else tonight, she was imagining it was her biker boy fucking her. It didn’t dent my ego, it was still my cock that made her come, even if I hadn’t myself. I slowly pulled out, lifted her up and carried her over to the bales of hay. She was trembling in my arms and looked done in.
‘Close your eyes for a while, sweetheart, sleep it off,’ I advised, as I lay her down on the blanket I’d set up when I came out this morning to prepare. I relieved myself of the rubber and tucked myself back in as I opened the picnic basket and grabbed myself an apple before lying down next to her and covering her up with her jacket. I frowned as I felt something square and heavy through the leather and slipped my hand in to find she had a bloody mobile on her. I turned it on to find that luckily it wasn’t password protected and checked her photos and video content to make sure she hadn’t tried to capture any of tonight’s events, blowing out a sigh of relief to find she hadn’t.
Full Inspection
Eve
I couldn’t believe it was already two a.m. when Logan roared back up the street to the garage. He’d woken me in the hay barn and made sure I’d had some of the bread, pate, cheese and fruit he had in a picnic basket and a miniature bottle of port to warm me up, before zipping me up and ordering me to sit behind him on the bike as we headed back to the city. I’d clung to him tightly, slipping my hands under his jacket to clutch his slim waist as he sped back. I was so buzzed, adrenaline from so many powerful orgasms and the adventures on the bike. I’d never been so turned on in my life.
And it wasn’t just gorgeous Mr. Steele to blame for my super aroused state. I’d been imagining it was Dale bending me over the bike that last time, taking me so forcefully and I’d felt myself flooding Logan’s cock as he pounded into me. God I wanted it to be Dale for real. Maybe Tiff and Logan were right. Maybe I just needed to grow a pair and try a few dates with Dale, if he’d still have me. If it didn’t work out, there’d be no wondering about lost chances and my family need never even be in the picture. Logan looked up as I stood biting my lip, wondering what now. He’d fucked me so hard I doubted he had anything left in him. What were we supposed to do, to talk about?
‘Fancy a shower before we move this to my bed?’ he asked, as he flicked his head to some wooden stairs leading up the side of the office.
‘You can go again?’ I gasped.
‘Yes,’ he chuckled. ‘Doesn’t say much for the stamina of your previous men.’
‘It really doesn’t,’ I sighed, as he grabbed my hand and tugged me behind the offices, through a door into a surprisingly clean wet room and toilet area. He helped me strip off and started the shower for me, it was steaming hot, which was welcome after that icy chill as we’d had the long ride back from the barn. Thankfully he’d zipped me up and not had me flashing at motorists for the return journey. I swallowed hard as I watched him ditch his clothes. However good Logan looked wearing his jeans, bare chested, it was nothing compared to seeing all of him in the flesh, nothing covering that sensational body of his. He turned around to put his clothes on a chair in the corner and I let out a slight groan. He had the most enormous cross tattooed on his back, stretching from one shoulder blade to the other, then from the base of his neck to the top of that sexy dip before his biteable backside curved out. He strode towards me and pushed me up against the tiled wall, yanked my wet hair and bit my neck making me shudder.
‘Still want it rough?’ he demanded.
‘Can we … I can’t believe I’m about to say this … I mean look at you, wow, but can we have a break for a while? I’m exhausted.’
‘I’m going to need you to pay off your debt at some stage before you flee in the morning, Eve. I plan on fucking you while you’re lying on your back,’ he growled, as he kissed the side of my neck.
‘O believe me, I want that too, I’m just not used to so many orgasms in one night.’
‘Then how about I get you clean, give you a gentle one with my fingers to relax you, then carry you up to bed where you can sleep for a while?’ He pulled his head back to look at me with raised eyebrows and a much softer tone to his voice. I could see the concern in his eyes. This was the real Logan, he wasn’t playing bad biker mechanic now, he was actually a really sweet guy. If my head wasn’t so full of Dale, I’d be pursuing Mr. Steele myself.
‘That would be amazing,’ I smiled, then sighed happily as he soaped up his hands and started to gently wash me. I closed my eyes as his hands skimmed over my shoulders, his long fingers curving over them and sweeping down my arms. I stretched my neck as he worked on the tight muscles between my shoulder blades and moved lower, crouching behind me to run his hands up and down my legs, caressing my backside. I reached out and placed my palms on the tiled wall in front of me, to hold me upright as his skilled hands brought my skin to life. Everything was tingling, all the way to top of my scalp, I was saturated in gentle pleasure. When he tucked in behind me and started to work on my stomach, slowly moving up to my breasts, it didn’t take long for me to feel aroused again. I pushed my breasts into his fingers, encouraging him to work harder against them and shivered as I felt his cock slowly coming to life behind me. Could I do it again? Did I have the strength and energy in me for another Logan Steele fuck? I sincerely doubted it, but it was such a shame to let that beautiful erection go to waste, especially when I’d paid so handsomely for it.
‘Hmmm, changed your mind now have you?’ Logan murmured in my ear, as he gently tugged at my nipples.
‘Yes and no,’ I moaned. ‘I feel so good, you feel so good, but … I’m … O God,’ I uttered, as his right hand slid down my stomach, edging closer and closer to my overworked clit.
‘You’re exhausted. It takes someone in remarkable physical shape to keep up with me, Eve. It’s nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about. So how about we stick to our plan and I give you a gentle orgasm and put you to bed?’
‘But you’re aroused too,’ I objected.
‘I’m a young guy, I’m always aroused,’ he chuckled. ‘This is for you, not me. Just enjoy it.�
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‘Ok,’ I whimpered as he lightly brushed his fingers over my sensitive nub and I shivered. He circled and flicked, taking breaks when my panting gave away how close I actually was, moving his fingers down to circle my entrance, stimulating all those nerves then returning to my clit until I was a sobbing, shaking mess. ‘Please, please, I need to … come,’ I groaned.
‘Your wish is my command, Lady Myers,’ he whispered in my ear. My toes cramped as he started kissing my neck in a spot that nearly had me wilt. He increased the speed and pressure of his skilled fingers, bringing me to a fast and explosive climax, leaving me light headed. When I wobbled on legs of jelly, he wrapped his arms around me, holding me until I’d calmed down and reassured him I could stand on my own. He grabbed some out of place, luxurious looking navy towels and dried me, then let me dry my hair under the hand drier as he rubbed his hot body down and tucked a towel around his waist. I straightened up, yawned and stumbled, straight into his waiting arms. ‘Ready for bed?’ he grinned.
‘You must think I’m such a flake. I mean who turns down sex with you?’
‘It happens more often than you’d think halfway through the night. Come on, you need a rest,’ he advised and I shrieked as he scooped me up into his arms. He made his way up some wooden stairs to a sleeping platform on top of the office and shower block. It was cosy, tucked into the peak of the brick arch and had a thick mattress on the floor, with the duvet turned back, all dressed in navy blue linen. ‘Don’t worry, it’s all brand new, especially for tonight,’ he whispered.
‘I told you, I’m not the Lady everyone makes me out to be.’ I smiled as he lay me down and pulled the duvet over me. ‘You’re not getting in?’
‘Trust me, if I got in sleep wouldn’t be on the agenda,’ he winked, making me laugh. ‘So, what’s Lady Myers going to do about this real life biker fantasy of hers?’
‘You make it sound like I’m desperate for him.’
‘You called me by his name after sex in the barn earlier.’
‘No!’ I shot back horrified.
‘Yes,’ he nodded with a dimpled sexy grin. ‘It’s a good job my ego isn’t easily bruised, or that you didn’t call it out during sex, or that could have put a dampener on a fast and furious session.’
‘Not so fast from what I remember, you have amazing stamina.’
‘I work out,’ he shrugged, with a naughty twinkle in his eye.
‘I’ll bet.’
‘So, Dale?’
‘O God, I don’t know. I mean I like him, obviously, he’s just so … my father would say he’s “beneath” me.’
‘Your father’s not the one who’s going to go out with him. It’s not easy to risk disappointing the people who love you, but if you don’t follow your heart then what’s the point in being given the gift of life?’
‘Wow, that’s deep for after two in the morning. You sound as if you speak from experience.’
‘Do you want to live with regrets?’ he frowned.
‘No, of course not, but it’s not that simple. You don’t know my parents, the expectations they have of me. It’s not befitting of someone with my heritage to break the mould and follow her heart, no matter how much I may want to.’
‘Human beings would never have made progress if there weren’t trailblazers, Eve. We’d still be huddled in caves, rubbing sticks together to keep warm, if people didn’t try new things. Text him, set up a date, see how it goes. You may decide he’s not the one worth risking it for, or he may be the one that changes everything, for the better.’
‘Even if I did contact him, I’m not sure he’d be interested anymore anyway. I’ve knocked him back so many times, he’ll have moved on.’
‘Surely to try and to fail, is better than to have never tried at all,’ he advised. I shrugged and yawned.
‘Come on, sleep, I’ll be waking you in a few hours.’
‘You don’t sleep when you’re working?’
‘Not when I need to run a full body inspection before you leave, make sure that everything’s in working order. Can’t have you unhappy with the service I’ve provided,’ he grinned.
‘Trust me, I’m happy, more than happy.’ He turned his head as he heard a noise coming from the street. I gasped as I saw his side profile and it suddenly came back to me where I knew him from. ‘You’re Summer Beresford’s boyfriend.’
‘What?’ he uttered, as he snapped his head back around to look at me with a frown.
‘I saw you together on Celebspot on the net, a picture of you both on the red carpet and you were kissing the side of her head. You were listed as an unknown date.’
‘We’re not dating, you’re mistaken in your assumption.’
‘I’m sure I’m not, I thought I recognised you when I saw you. You’re really seeing her? She’s gorgeous.’
‘I can promise you categorically that I’m not seeing her,’ he responded forcefully.
‘It was you though, wasn’t it?’ I enquired. I wasn’t stupid, his whole body language had changed, he’d tensed up and his eyes had turned dark, bringing her up had angered him.
‘I was there as a friend, that’s all, there’s nothing between us. Now sleep please, you only have a few hours.’
‘Ok,’ I nodded. His tone had turned dominant, this wasn’t something he wanted to talk about. I knew I’d recognised him, I remember thinking what a stunning couple they made and how hot he was. Had she hired him for the night as well? Was someone as pretty as Summer that desperate for dates that she needed to pay Logan? I stifled a laugh. I was paying for a date with Logan, who was I to judge her? Maybe she was like me, just needing an escape, a perfect night to keep her going and I’m sure that Logan would have made sure she got that.
Logan
I sat with her until she was fast asleep, then quietly headed downstairs and grabbed my phone out of my bag, seething. How the hell had Ian missed a photo of me out there with Summer? I rubbed my forehead in frustration. I’d been stupid going to that premiere with her, thousands of fans were there with cameras, as well as the media. How the hell did I expect Ian to source every image of me that got uploaded, without my name on for him to search for? I suddenly straightened up with a smile, my best friend had developed a software package to scan and recognise faces in pictures and video, to protect his identity when he went into hiding. Christ knows how it worked, something to do with facial bone structure and distance between the eyes. Ian must have access to it as he worked for him, as his permanent job anyway, he probably ran it daily, he could just upload my profile picture to the system for it to work its magic. I sent him a message asking him to use it, to make sure he traced any footage of me and deleted it immediately, mentioning the blog that Eve had seen me on as well.
I needed to chill about it, it wasn’t like a previous client was going to come forward and say what I did for a living, not unless they wanted to get themselves splashed all over the tabloids as well. I wouldn’t put it past the conniving Camilla Domville or Yasmin Taylor, my strangers for the night and filthy for the night bookings, both were devious and deceitful and I’d been glad to get shot of them, deleting them from my files, but I half expected one of them to make a move to try and bring me down, in some sneaky vengeful way. Thank God I had material on Camilla which should ensure her silence, but Yasmin was another matter. Maybe I’d been too hasty deleting her file, evidence of our bookings could be the self-protection needed if she tried anything. I sent another message to Ian to ask if he could retrieve both of their files and secure them, in the event I was blackmailed. I shook myself down, there wasn’t any more that I could do, I’d chosen to risk it that night with Summer, and for what? What did I have to show for it other than one more perfect night, a bloodied knuckle, a belly full of anger and a broken damn heart?
I distracted myself by opening the gift box I’d prepared for Eve, that James had left here for me. I pulled out fresh luxury underwear, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, along with a cosmetics bag containing her favourite foun
dation, mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss, cleanser, toner and moisturiser. I repacked her latex bra and trousers, wondering if she’d dare to wear them on a date with Dale. When I picked up her leather jacket, the weight of it reminded me that she’d smuggled her phone in with her. I quickly extracted it, taking the time to double check there was no footage of me on there. I chuckled to myself, here was me worried about my life becoming public knowledge and I was encouraging Eve to break out of her rut and go public with someone that would likely create headline news too. Why was I so good at organising and fixing everyone’s lives and not my own? That was a question that I’d probably need professional help to answer.
Morning After
Eve
I woke up to the delicious smell of piping hot coffee and opened my eyes to see Logan sitting on the edge of the mattress waving a mug under my nose.
‘Morning,’ he grinned.
‘Morning,’ I smiled back as I sat up and pulled the duvet around me. ‘What time is it?’
‘Six a.m.’
‘O my God, why so early?’ I groaned, as I grabbed the hot drink off him and took a big gulp.
‘I still have plans for you.’
‘More sex? Holy shit. You’re worth every damn penny and more,’ I uttered. I’d woken up at four a.m. and had taken him up on that offer of missionary sex, but he made it anything other than boring or routine.
‘Thank you,’ he chuckled. ‘I have no objection to more sex, but I actually had another idea in mind.’
‘Like what?’ I asked wide eyed. As wide eyed as I could be on a serious lack of sleep and totally orgasmed out.
‘First you’re going to eat this delicious fresh croissant I nipped out and got from the bakery nearby, I had to use all my charms to make them open the door early to sell it to me, then we’re going on another road trip.’
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