To his surprise, Danielle had barely set her things aside before she crossed the room to run her fingers over the gleaming, recently-waxed exterior of his bike. Her hands roamed the body leisurely before testing the plush leather of the seat. Finally, they curled around the handlebars before she turned back to him with a gut-wrenchingly beautiful smile.
“It's gorgeous.”
And she appreciated bikes. Where had this woman been all his life? “I was thinking about taking it for a joyride before you showed up.” He accused teasingly.
The look she gave him in response was pure, unadulterated desire. “Maybe you still can.”
All the blood in Rusty's body shot directly from his brain to his crotch.
He crossed the room in the space of a breath to take her into his arms again. When his mouth found hers, she moaned, her hands rising to cup his face as she took control of the kiss. When her tongue probed his mouth authoritatively, the leader of the Poison Sons growled, lifting her by her ass into the air to set on the buttery leather seat of his bike.
She was his.
**
Kissing Randolph Hicks was as sensual as it was addicting. Far from brusque, the man's tongue explored her mouth leisurely, returning every small stroke she made with a larger one of his own and gradually stealing back control as his hands slid down to her waist. Reaching up, she undid the buttons of her white work shirt one by one, pulling it from her skirt to get at the last two.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so eager to undress for a man. Since the first time Rusty had touched her in the bar she'd been drugged. It hadn't been in her plans to offer her body up for business when she'd first walked into a bar, but when her client was as alluring as he was, it didn't hurt to make some slight adjustments.
Her papers were safe in her bag, and she had every intention of still getting her sale — right after Rusty stoked the burning heat in her loins.
As soon as she tossed her shirt to the side, the man above her made a pained sound in the back of his throat. “Fuck, baby.” He reached out to cup the warm weight of her bosom, the contact making her arch into his hands as he fondled her indulgently. She'd never been gladder that she'd chosen to wear a fancy bra before work; it seemed the very sight of the green and black confection had a profound effect on him.
It only took moments, however, before simply touching her wasn't enough. She gasped, shivering slightly as Rusty slid her bra straps down her arms before tugging the cups out of the way to reveal her naked breasts. Almost instantaneously, her nipples pebbled in the cold, and the sight made Rusty growl lowly. He didn't hesitate before lowering his head to circle one with his tongue, drawing a shudder of pleasure from her. Biting her lip, she felt her womb clench as her new lover proceeded to lap at the stiff flesh a moment before taking it into his mouth to suckle copiously.
Before she knew it, Danielle's hands were tangled in the glorious, thick crop of his raven hair as he feasted on her. His mouth would tease and tug one nipple into awareness before he switched to the other, making her pant in desire. When he finally cupped her breasts together to stimulate both at once, her eyes slid closed and she moaned loudly, pressing him even closer to her in an effort to prolong his ministrations.
“Mmmm...” Despite her efforts, it was only a few more moments before he withdrew to press his mouth briefly to hers once more. “Sweet. Lay back, darlin'.”
She let him direct her into lying backward until her shoulders were cradled between the handlebars of the bike. It was a surprisingly comfortable and open position, situated against the plush leather and supported by the stable machine. As soon as she was in place, Rusty whipped his shirt off over his head, revealing a glorious network of muscle and sinew that had her fairly salivating.
She couldn't fail to notice, however, the few small scars that pockmarked his chest and abdomen. As he came back to her, she tried not to think about what might have made them.
His kiss distracted her, as did the warmth of his hands on her breasts once more, a moment before those hands found the waist-high hem of her skirt.
Positioned as she was, the clothing presented somewhat of a dilemma. It would be impossible to get her out of the garment without her getting up — or so she thought.
Out of nowhere, Rusty produced a sharp-edged switch blade. Expertly, he used it to slit her skirt down the front and she gasped as the cloth fell aside in two pieces, outraged. “That was my best pencil skirt!” To her surprise, he merely lifted a hip to slap her newly exposed behind in reply, making her yelp.
“Well figure it out later, sweetheart.” That said, he slid his hands over the flat expanse of her bare stomach and trailed his fingers downward until they reached the lacy hem of her panties. He eyed her with a smug smirk as he raised the blade again to tuck behind the intricate material.
Danielle found herself slightly shocked at the realization that the cool, dangerous slide of the knife only served to increase her arousal. She gasped when Rusty sliced through her underwear with ease, small scraps of cloth drifting to the floor.
For what seemed like an eternity, he merely stood over her, his eyes roving her now naked form hungrily. When she made to slip off her high heels, he stopped her with a feral grin. “Leave them.” Placing a large hand low on her belly, the tall man massaged his way down over her pelvis until he reached the sensitive, bare flesh between her legs. Danielle was already so aroused that the swollen lips of her cunt shone with her desire. She whimpered softly as Rusty stroked over the crease of her leisurely before parting her folds to rub a single finger teasingly over her clit.
When her body jerked at the contact, her nerve endings sizzling, he chuckled. Replacing his index finger with his thumb, he rubbed the engorged bead of her pleasure with circular, firm pressure that soon had her gasping, her head jerking back and forth erratically. Danielle moaned his name, her toes curling as the coil of her pleasure wound tighter and tighter in her belly. Her fingers curled around the handlebars of the Harley when Rusty slid two fingers from his opposite hand into the tight passage of her pussy easily, beginning to pump them in time with his ministrations on her clit.
Within seconds, she was coming, the breath ripped from her as a wild pleasure wracked her body. Were it not for her lover's steadying hands on her, Danielle was sure she would have fallen. Luckily, Rusty prevented any such calamity; at least until she came back to herself enough to gaze up at him.
He was giving her a devilish grin that rapidly heated her blood. While she watched, he raised his hand to his mouth to leisurely lick his fingers clean, making her pussy — so recently sated — long to be filled again.
“Like honey.” His errant comment made her groan a moment before he was kneeling before her, swinging her lower half over the side of the bike and situating himself between her legs. “Stay with me, Danni-girl. I'm far from done with you.”
The first touch of his mouth on her made her cry out as her hands fisted in his hair. As he continued to stimulate her, Danielle gasped and moaned, squirming in his grip. He ate at her with ungodly skill, his mouth doing things that she'd never even dreamed of before his tongue slid deep within her clenching muscles to parody events soon to come.
By the time she came again, her legs were wrapped so tightly around his head that she thought she must be hurting him; but his low sounds of pleasure as he drank her climax from her were far from injured. In fact, as stood once more, his mouth and chin slick with her moisture, he looked almost drugged with the taste of her.
Smacking her thigh again, he licked his lips before reaching down to undo the fastening of his pants. “Get up.”
Danielle scrambled to her feet as quickly as she could on wobbly legs — the heels didn't help — and Rusty shucked his boots, pants, and boxers, revealing a glorious erection that stood proudly against his washboard stomach.
As Danielle took in the sight of him fully nude, the hunger that swelled within her was almost astonishing. She watched him like an eagle would its
prey as he straddled his motorcycle, planting his divine, tight behind on the seat. When his gray predatory gaze landed on her once more, he beckoned. “Come here.”
Instinctively, Danielle made a beeline for his cock. He stopped her, however, his hand tangling in her hair as she wrapped her fingers around its ample girth and made to fit her lips around it. “Next time.” He offered in a low growl. “I need to fuck you now.” As the words thrummed through her like verbal ambrosia, he wrapped his hands around her waist, lifting her like she weighed nothing to set on the seat of the bike before him. For the first time since he'd begun ravishing her, Danielle met his dark gaze close up as his hands curled into her behind and he pulled her forward.
Indulgently, she slid the hot, wet length of her slit against the engorged length of him, drawing a groan of need from his throat. This went on for several minutes as she stimulated herself with his shaft, until he finally gripped her thighs hard, his voice lowering to throaty rasp. “Don't tease me, woman.”
With that, he impaled her on his cock.
Danielle cried out at the sudden fullness.
Rusty wasted no time. Lifting her fully into his lap, he begin to lift and lower her, bouncing her up and down on his erection. Biting her lip, the young woman gripped his shoulders and planted her feet on the floor as she found her own rhythm. Every delicious slide of his erection within her made her gasp; it was truly a joyride- made even more intense by the way he grunted every time he shoved deep within her.
The bike below them rocked but somehow miraculously stayed upright, supporting them through Rusty's fluid, powerful motions. Transfixed, Danielle watched the muscles of his entire body ripple as he fucked her. With every upward motion he made, she met him with a downward twist of her hips, creating a mind-blowing sensation that very soon threatened to send her over another precipice.
It took only minutes for her lover's pace to become less fine-tuned and more erratic as increasing sounds of pleasure escaped him. He cursed, groaned, and gripped at her tightly mere moments before his mouth closed over her breast and he bit down firmly.
Screaming his name, Danielle reached her completion almost violently as she clung to him, her entire body trembling in delectation. She felt him stiffen a moment later before his hips jerked and the hot sensation of his essence coated her still spasming inner passage.
It was all she could do not to fall off the bike as she held tightly to Rusty in the aftermath, her breathing gradually slowing as the tang of their sex wafted over her.
**
“Christ, woman.”
Lying in bed afterward, Rusty cradled Danielle against him.
Though their recent activities had made them warm enough, as soon as their bodies had begun to cool, his make-shift cabin's lack of temperature control had driven them to into the bed. Rusty's eyes were closed, his mind and body still humming from their superb encounter.
Next to him, his blue-eyed little minx propped herself up on one elbow to gaze down at him. He cracked an eye open to take in an unadulterated view of her magnificent tits. Below, his cock, never one to quit, had already started rising again. “'Christ', what?”
Her innocent words made him smile. “'Christ' you. Did you plan to come out here and seduce me like that?”
Her soft, amused laughter washed over him. “I came out here to sell you a property. The seduction was a bonus.”
“Right.” He grinned, opening his eyes a moment before striking. In a quick motion, he grabbed her wrists and pinned her on her back, drawing a shriek of surprise from her. When he had her under him, however, her lips curved on feeling the length of his renewing erection. “How far is this warehouse from your office?”
The question made her smile widen. “Two, three minutes tops.”
He pretended to consider. “So... I can have a little joyride whenever I want?”
Danielle smacked his arm in mock affront before giving him a small, secretive look of pure lust.
“Whenever you want.”
Rusty didn't need to be told twice. Lowering his head, he pressed his mouth against hers to seal the deal.
“Sold.”
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When a biker ventures where no man has gone before, Maria Eckhart freezes…
What’s a dashing biker doing in a ladies saloon, among a bevy of beauties?
Just a simple question for directions to a farmhouse miles down leaves Maria at a loss for words… Hair dryer going awry in her hand, she mumbles something…
He holds her hand gently but firmly as if to calm her.
His head close to hers, his hot breath on her neck causing tiny hair to stand on end, he whispers:
Could you go with me? I’m lost
I’m lost too, she thinks, and her mind is already quickly spinning images of what would happen next…
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