by Brair Lake
“I know what will get me off.”
“Shut up, Leon.”
I pull Shirley into the parking lot of the All-American Diner, A silver retro bullet shaped trailer. Firebird’s Ford is already parked in the lot, and with a satisfied swat to the roof of the battered car, I whistle as I turn to the door. Firebird is easy to find as she sits at one of the vacant booths. In front of her, is a plate of hash browns, biscuits and beans. With a click of my fingers at the waitress, I point towards my breakfast guest and shout out my order for a coffee.
As I approach, Firebird continues to ignore me. Her gaze intent on her food. Unable to resist, I lift her chin with my forefinger and thumb, laying a gentle kiss on her luscious, bacon flavored, lips and my toes curl. As I sit on the empty bench opposite, to Firebird’s dismay, I pinch a slice of bacon from her plate. Which she swiftly follows up with a scrunch to her nose as she raises her fork to slap my knuckles. “What’s Damian got against my father?”
“I’ve no idea.”
Round golden eyes flash as she looks up at me. Her mouth lies half open as the scramble egg balances on the fork. “You’re not going to deny it then?”
“Nope… - Thanks Honey.” I smile at the waitress then turn my attention back to Firebird. As she continues to stare at me, I tuck into my own breakfast of eggs, bacon, grits and hash browns. The coffee is hot, black and strong. Just how I like it and coming a close second to one of Firebird’s kisses. “Has he turned up yet?”
Red curls sway as she drops her gaze. With a tenderness I was unaware I possessed; I twirl one of the tendrils which has fallen loose from its bun. “No - Leif’s going to look for him.”
“Leif?”
Who the fuck is Leif? I don’t know who the man is. Yet whoever he is, has the power to turn my stomach. The notion of anyone touching, never mind kissing, my woman, does not settle well me. “Yeah, Leif… He’s one of my brothers.”
I’ve slept with this woman. Evicted her and her family from their home. Reinstated them back. Yet I didn’t know a thing about her or her family. The only thing I am aware of, is she has a waster for a father. A father who lacks any form of care for his family or what he is putting them through. “If he finds him. Get him to give me a call.”
*****
Daisy – A Dinner Noir Valley
“Talking about numbers. How did you get hold of mine?”
As soon as Leon’s bike pulled up at the diner, my nerves came to life, refusing to settle. The twitching in my stomach, combined with my jelly knees, has led to a headache. In an attempt to hide my rebellious feelings, I began to eat as though I was starving. Even when he walked into the diner, I covertly watched Leon. My heart rocketing when he laid a gentle kiss on my mouth.
“Data.”
“Who?”
“Another biker.”
“And how did he get it.”
As Leon’s chuckle embraces me, warmth seeps through my stomach and I swallow the last of my scramble egg. “How did he get your number? I don’t know and I don’t care… Are you coming to the club tonight?”
Without looking at Leon, I methodically gather my knife and fork together, placing them on the empty plate. Then, with a toss of my hair, I deliberately lean back in my seat, swallowing a mouthful of my lukewarm coffee. “I have plans.”
“What kind of plans.”
Cocoa eyes drill into me, bringing the pulse in my clit to life as my nipples grow heavy and painful. This attraction I have for the biker must be dealt with. And if it means another night in his bed. It is a sacrifice I am more than willing to make. The possessive infliction in his voice curls my toes and I freely give him a benevolent smile. “A piano recital.”
“You play?” Leon lifts my hands; his fingers stroke mine and a tingle runs along my flesh.
“I teach junior high and we have a charity concert tonight. – Why don’t you come along.” Trickles of pleasure run down my spine when Leon emits a loud masculine chuckle, which has me raising the napkin to my lips as I quip back. “I take it. That’s a no.”
“I’ll come over to the house when you’re finished.”
“If you were a gentleman. You’d come and collect me from the hall.”
As he rises from the table, Leon guzzles the remainder of his coffee while dropping several bills onto the surface. “Data, will meet you.”
“Jeez, I can’t wait.”
After having breakfast with Leon, I went directly to the library. Read to two study groups and now the Library is going through a quiet lull. The silence gives me time to think, and Leon pops into my thoughts and I wonder if by keeping my liaison with him going, I am doing the right thing. After my successful getaway from Leon and Demon’s Lair, I swore I was going to have nothing more to do with the biker. I was also confident that since Leon hadn’t asked for my number, he was going to let me go. That I was to be nothing more than a one-night stand for him. A confidence which grew during the day. Then just as I was drifting to sleep, my cellphone rang. I hadn’t recognized the number, but this hadn’t prevented me from answering the call, hoping it was in relation to Pa. An image of Pa lying on a hospital bed had tormented me. The air in my lungs became wedged as soon as Leon spoke. I was lying naked in my bed, Images of Leon bringing my body to life flicked through my mind whilst speaking to him. My pussy beating erratically from the deep husky tone of his voice, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning.
“Are you okay, Daisy?”
Guilty pleasure has me jumping as I find Al standing behind the desk. His pale sky-blue eyes scrutinize me. To clear any lingering thoughts of Leon, I shake my head, brushing back the loose tendrils, and once more, I promise myself, I’d call Katy to arrange to have a haircut. “I’m fine.”
“You moaned. And it sounded as though you were in agony.”
I’m sure the smile I offer Al is forced. Oh, I was in pain, and there was only one cure. A six foot plus biker. With another shake of my head as I push the escaped tendril behind my ear once more, I glance up at Al. He is a lanky young man of twenty-one, the same age as his best friend, my brother Leif. I also believe he has a crush on Poppy. “I’m fine, thanks, Al. I was just thinking of the laundry I have to face once I get home.”
Eyes twinkle at me, the blue lightening as he smiles. “Yeah, Mom’s always going on about how often we all change our clothes.”
“I’m sure you didn’t come here to discuss laundry with me. What can I do for you, Al?”
“I hear you’re seeing one of those River Demon’s bikers.”
Shaking the frown away, I take another look at Al. I guess he’s about five feet nine, and although he looks as though he could do with a good meal, I have it on good authority he can and has demolished whatever is put in front of him. “You’re sounding like Leif.”
“Maybe. We’ve heard about the club and don’t want to see you hurt.”
The smile begins in my stomach as I rise to my feet and come around to lean against my desk. My arms folding. “I don’t love the guy. I’m just having some fun.”
It may not be love, however, I sure as hell am in lust. There wasn’t a thing pure about my feelings for the biker. Since our first meeting, I was drawn to Leon. - I also hate the fact I am drawn to a member of an MC, who now owns my home. Home, shit, there was another hurdle I have to fight. Damian may have given me a three-month lease; this, hasn’t stopped me from searching for somewhere else to live. Even if it is proving difficult to find somewhere in a suitable location with a reasonable rent for the four of us.
“Do you really know what you’re doing, Daisy?”
“Yes, I know what I’m doing…. Why don’t you come over for dinner? I think Leif mentioned there’s a game on tonight.”
As I lock the now deserted community hall, the last guest having left about an hour ago, I find myself purring. The recital was a success, and we managed raise enough funds for me to carry on teaching for another year. As I go to drop the keys in to my purse, I hear the crunch of feet on
the dirty slate gravel and I turn to the man as he approaches me. “Shit, Al. You could have called out.”
“Sorry, Daisy. I just wanted to make sure you were safe.”
“I’m fine. As you can see, there’s not much happening here.”
“You can never be too sure.”
“He’s right, Firebird. Anyone could be waiting outside.”
As far as I can tell, the only ones waiting outside, were the two guys warning me. Silently, I groan as I drop the keys into my purse. Unnoticed by either Al or myself, I find myself facing a biker I don’t recognize. A hasty glance around the parking lot has me finding his bike parked next to my battered car. “I take it you’re Data.” I try not to raise my eyebrow as I wait for his answer.
“Yes, Ma’am.” Due to the biker still wearing his helmet, it is difficult to see what he looks like. The color of his eyes hidden in the shadows. “Who’s the boy?”
The giggle came from nowhere and without any prompting, I cover my mouth with my hand. The light may not be the best. Yet even I can tell the biker isn’t much older than Al. There is also the distinct possibility he could be a couple of years younger than me. “He’s a friend of the family…. Al, thanks for caring. I’ll see you later.”
As I follow Data back to the car, I realize Al hasn’t answered. Turning I raise my hand to wave at him. Puzzled by the expression on his face when I notice his gaze on Data.
Unlike Alex, who I met two nights ago, instead of escorting me to the gaming room on the riverboat, Data leads me directly to the club. Just like my previous visit, the place is packed and music blares as bodies sway in a chaotic fashion. This time, I take my time scrutinizing the room. In the kitty-corner is a semi-circular bar. Behind it, is a biker with his head shaved, beard and mustache. His gaze is intense as he stares at me, causing a shiver to run through my body. Yet it isn’t arousal which has my body shaking. Swiftly, I shift my gaze further afield until I find Leon, who is talking to Day. That’s when I notice the matching coldness, which is quickly masked behind a false curtain as his playboy smile came into play. Another shudder runs through my body as I give myself a shake, placing my own fake smile on as I join them.
“Firebird.” Leon doesn’t give me time to answer as he places a long hot kiss on my mouth. His tongue invades my mouth as he tastes me as his hand strokes my ass. This time, when a tremor runs through me, it is one of arousal. One which I understand, and I couldn’t prevent my moan. “Now, Day, a man could get used to a welcome like that.” As Leon hauls me onto his lap, I attempt to break free. His quip to Day has me blushing, both in anger and embarrassment. “Behave, Firebird.”
Dumbly, I do as Leon wants, I sit on his lap. His hands strokes my back as his cock pushes against my ass.
Chapter 5
Leon – Demon’s Lair Noir Valley
Fuck, I’ve actually missed my Firebird. The moment she walked through the door, blood rushed to my limp, lifeless cock. Half listening to Day as he drones on about a problem which has recently come to light, my gaze skims over Firebird as she sashays her way through the drunken crowd. As she reaches me, I give a shake of my head as I push all thoughts of the Skull Collectors from my mind and offer Firebird my outstretched hand. Shit, the way she smiles lights up her whole face, bringing the steady throb in my cock to life, which has me shuffling my hand lower into my pants to adjust myself. Oyster, the clubs General, who arrived late this afternoon, snorts into his whisky. As I recover from the kiss Firebird plants on me, I cheerfully slap the back of General’s shoulder, chuckling when his whisky sloshes over the edge of his glass. Eager to be elsewhere and with a gentle shove of Firebird’s body, I link our hands as I rise, smiling at the look of shock on her face when she stumbles off my knee. “Sorry Gents, Firebird needs to leave.”
“Leon!”
“I’ll make it up to you, Firebird.”
The eye roll and slight blush rising over Firebird’s cheeks has me stroking the tender flesh. “Leon that was crass of you.”
“No, it wasn’t Babe. I’m burning for you. What would be crass of me, would be to spread you out on the table and fuck you in front of everyone?”
“And you think I would have let you.” The rise of her eyebrow increases the heat in my hardening cock.
“Babe. The way you kissed me; clearly shows I can do anything I want.” The smugness in my tone has Firebird scowling, and I bite back my chuckle in its attempt to break free.
“Carry on talking like that and I’ll go home.”
While we have our heated tête-à-tête, it is easy to guide Firebird to my cabin. With a familiarity of old, I withdraw two glasses and a bottle of JD from the bedside cabinet, pouring liquid into one of the glass’s, then handing it over to her, which she accepts gracefully by swallowing the shot in one gulp before handing the glass back for a refill as the back of her other hand delicately wipes her mouth.
“No can do, Babe. I want you sober while we fuck.” I smoother my chuckle as she flashes me another eye roll as she drops back onto the bed as she drags her pure blue silk vest over her head. When Firebird shifts her body, I catch a brief, tantalizing glimpse of her tits just before she leans over to unzip the leather anklet boots. With a slight wiggle of her hips, she manages to push her jeans down. While Firebird strips, I continue to sip the JD straight from the bottle, my glass forgotten. My heart is hurtling, and I widen my stance in an attempt to ease the throb of my junk. A throbbing, which refuses to ease when Firebird shuffles and spreads herself out over the bed. To gain some time, I ask the question burning at the back of my brain and has done since Data messaged me. “Who was the boy?”
Firebird’s body halts as her gaze rises to mine. Her Amber gaze hidden as a frown mars the flawless flesh of her forehead. “What boy?”
“The boy who approached you in the parking lot?” When Data’s text arrived to say someone was speaking to Firebird, I was tempted to ignore it. That was until Data added it didn’t look as though her visitor was planning to leave.
“Oh – That was Al. Didn’t your watchdog tell you this already.”
“Yes. – But who is he?”
Firebird’s sigh is heavy as she licks her lips and my cock twitches as her tits heave. “A friend of Leif’s. He just wanted to make sure I was safe. Now strip.”
“What?”
“I’m naked. Now I want you naked.”
“I know. I’m enjoying the view.”
“Naked. Now.”
All thoughts of the boy are forgotten as Firebird leans against the mattress. Her hands glides over her taunt stomach, stopping as she reaches her erect dusky pink nipples. With ease she spreads her fingers over the tiny buds, catching the nubs between two fingers, and gives them several tugs. An involuntary gasp escapes me as I continue to watch Firebird playing with her tits. When the bottle begins to slip from my fingers, I swiftly place it on the bedside cabinet. Never moving my gaze from her long slender fingers, I watch Firebird as she lets go of one of her tits and glides the hand to her red succulent mouth. Her tawny eyes hidden behind lowered eyelids as she slides the forefinger into her mouth to suck on the digit. Pushing it in partly, then pulling it out. An action she repeats several times and has me swallowing the gathering spit in my mouth. Fuck. Firebird looks hot as she abandons herself to her own pleasure. My lips dry as drool builds in the rear of my throat. My Adams-apple, bobbing in unison with her fingers as I gulp back the thick saliva as I forget how to breathe. The sound of rustling draws my gaze down to the apex of Firebird’s legs as she spreads them further apart. Her cream glistens in the stark light of the cabin. As I greedily drown in the sight before me, I run my tongue over my lips. I am torn. I want to continue watching Firebird. The fingers which had previously been in her mouth leave a sticky track over her torso, abdomen, and stomach as they find their way into her hidden valley. A valley no longer hidden once she parts the plump lips as she rubs the glistening pink flesh with two fingers. Slow, sure, steady strokes which gradually build up speed. Firebi
rd is lost. Her head arches back in abandonment as her hips thrust in time with her fingers. My cock is hard and throbbing, pushing against my zipper, begging to be released from its own confinement. Only to be sheathed into another one. Still, I ignore the heavy, hard demand of my cock as I continue to watch my wanton lady as she surrenders to her own pleasure. Fuck, I am going to come in my own pants, yet perversely, I refuse to give into my own demands. Soft moans, and the gentle scent of musk soon fills the room. In awe, I watch Firebird part the flesh to push her fingers into her tunnel. Her thrusts building up as her thighs start to tremble. Her body bowing as she comes around her fingers. Still, I continue to watch Firebird as she lies on the bed, abandoned. Her chest heaving as she steadily pants. Her eyes slowly open to land on me. “You’re still dressed.”
“I know.”
“I told you to strip.”
“I will after I’ve cleaned you.”
With a lazy smile, I give a gentle push of my feet, sprawling my body over Firebird’s as I tumble onto the bed. Settling in between her legs. I take her sticky covered fingers into my mouth, and without removing my gaze from her lust filled eyes, I begin to lick them. Slowly curling my tongue around the sticky flesh before sucking them into my mouth. Only when I’m satisfied her fingers are clean enough, do I wiggle my body down until my mouth is level with her junction. Still unwilling to break eye contact, I take a gentle sniff of her aroma. When my tongue snakes out, I allow myself a tentative taste. A touch which changes tempo when Firebird’s breath hitches and her hips thrust up, forcing my tongue into her wet pussy.
“Leon.” As Firebird whispers my name, her hands grab my hair and her legs squeeze against my ears. “Leon. Please.” Ignoring her, I continue to lick and suck on her pussy. Occasionally, I’d push the tip of my tongue into her tunnel, teasing her, tasting her. “Please Leon. Do something!” Firebird thrusts her hips harder against my mouth. Her hands pulling on my dreadlocks. Yet still I continue with my lazy licks, sucking occasionally on her pulsing clit. “Fuck, Leon. Make me come”