by Brair Lake
I’m desperate for Leon’s kiss to tease my flesh. But not on my lips. Carefully, I straddle him, lining my pussy with his mouth. My hands grab onto the headboard as Leon grips my hips. His tongue is nothing more than a whisper when he makes his first foray, and I force myself to keep still. To stop myself from begging. Then his tongue roves over my pussy once more. Another lick, harder this time. As Leon licks my pussy, my hips thrust forward. I crave this contact. I covert more. Soon, Leon’s licks grow into gentle suckles. His teeth playing with the heavy throb of my clit. Each lick, suckle and bite he delivers, makes my body burn. The throb in my clit grows heavier and I can no longer hold back. With a heavy “Oh, Fuck.” I come over Leon’s face. Dazed, I hang on to the headboard, my body quivering while I gather my breath in a desperate attempt to gain my composure. Leon’s fingers stroke my back. If he thinks he is calming me. He is wrong.
“Leon.”
“Yes, Firebird.”
“Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
With a smile, I slide my body over Leon’s. His cock brushes against my stomach. Somehow, I manage to ignore it. The kiss I give him is soft, long and sweet. And maybe it declares everything I am feeling. As I swirl my tongue in his mouth, I taste myself. “Now it’s your turn.” Breaking the kiss. Once again I straddle Leon. Only this time. I am over his thighs. Leon’s eyes have turned ebony and there is a lazy smile spreading across his face. A smile I intend to displace as he begs for mercy. My hands glide over the contours of his face as I trace his nose, cheekbones and chin. Then they skate around his throat. My thumbs meeting in the hollow at the base of his throat. Slowly, I lean forward, swiping my tongue over his scorching flesh. Licking and tasting the sweat as I move lower. Leon’s hands have been still at my waist until now. Now they begin to move towards my breast. “Hold on to the headboard Leon.”
There’s a slight hesitation. His dark gaze rests on me, and I thought he was going to ignore me. Then he grabs the headboard. As a reward, I latch on to one of his nipples, sucking and biting at the hard nub. As I suck and lick, Leon’s hips begin to buckle. Occasionally I lose my balance. However, I am determined to make this last. Leon’s breath shallows, his stomach trembles as I move my tongue lower. My tongue leaves a wet trail as I kiss his warm, salty, flesh. Occasionally I give his flesh a sharp nip, enjoying the taste of his skin.
“Firebird.” The harshness in his voice sends a thrill of desire combined with power, flooding my body. I am reducing this bad boy biker to nothing more than a mass of jelly. For a while longer I play around his cock. Refusing to take the bad boy into my mouth. “Firebird.” His voice is guttural as I cup one of his balls with my mouth. His body jerks while I play with the flesh, licking and sucking. Only to switch to the other one. Leon releases his hold from the headboard to grip my hair and another guttural moan escapes him. “Enough, Firebird.” He guides my head until my mouth is aligned with his cock. The first push is tentative as I lick the pre-cum from the slit as it gently leaks. Then I kiss the head, swirling my tongue over the tip. Another thrill runs through my body as Leon releases a small shudder. “Fuck, Firebird. That’s enough.” his hand has now left my head to grip onto the shaft of his cock as he guides it further into my mouth. Still, he isn’t happy with the small forays I make, and quickly he takes over the pace. His cock sliding deeper as I suckle harder. Soon, he is delivering hard, steady thrusts. When he begins to hit the back of my throat, neither of us slow our pace. His cock grows, thickens, in my mouth. The pulse of his veins, hot against my tongue. “No more Firebird.”
One moment I have Leon’s long, hard, pulsing cock in my mouth. The next, I am being impaled as he lifts me and sheaths himself into me. As he surges into me, his thrusts grow hard, deep and quick as he continues to plunge inside me. The muscles in my pussy grasp and grip around his cock, milking him. Tension mounts in my body and I know it’ll not be long before I climax. Leon plunges into me. Sure sharp, swift thrusts. The muscles in my thighs can no longer withstand the hammering, and I fly. The room swims as I crash onto his body. Leon isn’t finished, and I gasp for breath as he swings me around. His body thrusting into mine until he explodes.
“Shit, Firebird. I think you’re trying to kill me.”
*****
Leon – The Davaro’s Home Noir Valley
When I wake, the bed is desolate, and it is with a sense of déjà vu, I slowly stretch my hand out, unsurprised, but disappointed to discover the warm body of Firebird is no longer there. With a groan of frustration, I force my eyes open, forgetting where I am, as I gaze round the strange bedroom. Then the nights escapades come flooding back. Although Firebird’s body sated my hunger through the night several times, my cock is beginning to throb. To grow hard once more, and I’m irritated she has already left the bed and isn’t available for another round of hard loving. With a groan, I cover my eyes with my arm and I listen for signs of life nearby, and when no sounds comes, I half-heartedly climb out of the bed. It’s the noise coming from the kitchen which grabs my attention and it’s that direction, I head for. As soon as I walk through the door, the noise quits, and silence greets me. Four sets of amber eyes studiously watch me. Poppy, the girl with the multi colored hair, whom I’d met the night before, I know. The two males were strangers to me. However, from their coloring it’s easy to assume they are Firebird’s brothers. Ignoring her sibling, I amble around the kitchen table to kiss my woman. Firebird’s arms loop around my neck as the kiss deepens. It’s only when someone coughs loudly, we hastily draw apart. Firebird jumping back as she strokes my chest.
“You’re not dressed?”
“I have my pants on.”
At the sight of the dark red tip of Firebird’s tongue as it slips through her parted lips when her glance drops to my waistband, my dick twitches for a taste of that particular piece of flesh. “They’re not fastened.”
The glimpse of desire I catch in Firebird’s eyes leaves me purring, and it is only when her gaze flickers to her siblings, I swiftly fasten the buttons. Then with a slap to Firebird’s ass, I sit in the spare chair, selecting a slice of toast before biting into it. “What are your plans for the day?”
Firebird arches her eyebrow and her half smile teases my cock. “Work.”
“Okay, I’ll drop you off at the library. Then pick you up later.
“I have to drop Poppy off at school.”
“Don’t worry about that, Daisy. I’ll use the car today and drop Poppy off.”
Silently I thank whichever of the boys made the offer. However, a flash of annoyance passes through Firebird’s eyes and just as I thought she was about to argue, she dips her head.
“Kiss me goodbye.” The ride from Firebird’s, place was bliss. I might have missed out on a morning fuck, but at least I have the memory of her body pressed against mine as we made the short journey to the library. Firebird hands me the spare helmet. Her breath soft and warm as it skirts across my cheek. When the kiss comes. It starts as a brief touch against my lips. Then slowly, her tongue snakes out to lick my parched lips before moving in. As the kiss deepens, I’m tempted to push Firebird up against the wall and fuck her. As my thoughts lure me into my fantasy, my hand slides down her gray straight skirt, seeking and finding the hem so that I can find my paradise. At my touch, Firebird’s body shakes then she breaks contact as she steps back. Her eyes glazed; her cheeks flushed a wild pink. Her chest heaving as she gains her composure. “Tonight, Firebird.”
She nods and as she disappears through the doors, the sun slides behind a cloud.
“Where the fuck, have you been?”
“Good morning to you, Day. And what a beautiful morning it is.”
“Shit, Leon get your act together.”
With a slap to Day’s shoulder, I swagger up the gangway. It creaking under my weight, does not bother me “What’s going on?” As I reach the empty deck, I look out over the river. The hum of river life in harmony with my body.
Day looks at the sky, then turned to me. �
�After you left last night. Jono and his crew rode by.”
My body stills at this piece of news and with a slow twist of my body, I turn to Day, only to discover Bastian is standing behind him. “What did he want?”
“To frighten off the customers.” I swing round to TJ and find him standing at the head of the gangway. His gaze sweeps over the empty lot.
“What!” I blink at my brother as I wait for his answer.
“Let’s talk inside Boys.” Day slaps my shoulder as he passes me. Following TJ, we enter the private saloon which we use as the clubhouse. Although there are no whores about, the room is packed with River Demon bikers. Day and Bastian pull up a chair besides Alex, while TJ and I opt for the other two vacant seats. With a frown, I glance towards, Oyster standing by the door. He should have left Noir Valley by now.
“So are you going to tell me what’s going on.” Shit, just what did I miss.
“I think it’s safe to say Jono has declared war.” There is a trace of bitterness in Alex’s voice, and I feel for him. At one time, he and Jono were close friends, inseparable. When the failed coup took place, I would have laid odds whose side Alex would choose…. Like a true brother, he had elected The River Demons and any fears I had, were laid to rest with his loyalty.
“How badly were we affected?” I watch Alex for his reaction, but there isn’t any.
“It was one night. A few of the clientele broke through the blockade Jono and his men formed, ignoring the abuse hurled at them. The others.” Alex shrugs. “Well they drove up, saw the bikers and left.”
Alex’s news frustrates me. “We’ll need to increase security. Place a couple of extra men at the gate.” I should have been here, not at Firebirds. This was not going to happen again. Day bows his head. Tonight, I have plans for Firebird. It’s supposed to be my night off. But until we put Jono and his crew to rest. My free time was going to be a thing of the past. My hand glides over my dreads as I growl.
“We need to get word out that everything is fine.” The monotone of Day’s voice delivers a shiver down my spine and I hide my feelings with a none committed smile.
Until now Bastion has remained silent, watching and listening. “No problem, Prez. I’ll take a run into town. Make a couple of calls.”
“I’ll tag along with Bastian.” I slap the larger biker who shakes his heads and Day throws me a smile that leaves me chuckling.
Bastian scratches his beard. “Are you planning on visiting a certain librarian?”
“Now why didn’t I think of that.” Standing as I glance at Bastian, I give Day a slap on the back.
Instead of heading directly into town. Bastian and I take a slight detour. Jono and his crew are silent as we draw up outside their clubhouse. They may outnumber us, but they need a warning. Without bothering to dismount from our bikes, we snarl the engines until eventually the main door opens to a sleep jostled Jono as he tucks his shirt in. His face unshaven.
“You boys appear to be out of your jurisdiction.”
Bastian smiles as he flexes one hand over his curled-up fist. “Didn’t realize you had a stake in this piece of woods.”
Jono glances towards the sky as he skips down the steps. Only coming to a halt when he is besides our bikes. The bruise around his eye is fading. A cold clear reminder of the beating Day had given him. “Like I said before. I’m fond of Noir Valley and I intend to claim what’s mine and the Skull Collectors.”
Bastion cocks his head as he watches the newly self-elected president. “Is that what you’re calling yourselves. The Skull Collectors.”
“Yep.”
Now I look at the sky and take in my surrounding area. When I turn back to Jono, my eyes have turned to ice, and my voice is glass. “Don’t get used to it. You’ll not be here long enough to enjoy it.”
“Is that a threat?” Jono’s contempt has me leaning in closer.
“No, it’s a promise. Come near Noir Valley or Demon’s Lair again and you’ll live to regret it.”
As Jono continues to stand beside me. His own gaze full of hatred, I withdrew my gun and glance over at the Harleys lined up. They are beautiful bikes. Well cared for and it hurt me more to do what I was about to do than if I had shot the bastard standing in front of me. The ring of the gun firing ricochets all around us as fuel leaks from one of the bikes. Placing the gun back in its upholster, I turn my gaze to Jono. “That’s just the beginning.”
“Fuck, Leon I thought the bastard was going to kill you.”
“You had your gun drawn, Bastian. He wouldn’t have touched me.” I smile as I bite into the burger. After shooting the bike. Jono had stepped to one side, watching us as we left. We had then spent the next couple of hours riding around Noir Valley. It was the quiet, but the best way to let the citizens know we are still open for business. That we are in full control of our operation. I chose this diner on purpose. It’s opposite the library and as soon as lunch is over, I plan to go over and say hi to my lady.
“What are you doing about the woman, Leon?”
I don’t pretend to misunderstand what Bastian is talking about. Instead, as I take another mouthful of burger, I smile at the biker opposite me. “Claim her.”
“As in under your protection.” Bastion leans against the back of the bench, his gaze thoughtful as he studies me. As I go to answer, a beat up Chevy pulls into the library parking lot and a gangly youth climbs out of the car. From Data’s description, I know who the kid is. Dropping my half-eaten burger, I make my way over to the library.
“Hi Al. This is a surprise. Can I help you?” Firebird’s voice sends a shaft of warm desire straight to my cock. Normally I would adjust myself. But not this time. No pimply kid hits on my woman.
“I was passing through and thought I’d call in and say hi. Leif said you’ve been gloomy recently.”
Firebird’s chuckle floats around the room as I wait for her answer. “Did he? Guess I’m missing Pa more than I thought I would.”
“Hi, Firebird.” Tawny eyes clash with mine over the shoulder of the boy who twists around to face me. A blush graces his cheeks, which doesn’t stop me from sauntering over to Firebird. To take her lips in a hard, demanding, possessive kiss. A kiss Firebird doesn’t break as her arms come up around my neck. When the kiss ends, she leans her head back. Her voice breathless as she whispers her own greeting. It’s only when I step back to turn around, I notice the boy has gone to be replaced by a smug grinning Bastian.
Chapter 9
Daisy – The Library Noir Valley
My heart races from Leon’s kiss and it’s the laughter which breaks the spell he has me under. Glancing over his shoulder, I notice the other biker. He is large, and wrapped around his head is a black bandana, His teeth gleam through his beard, which cause the yellow of his eyes to twinkle. The large ebony plug in his ear looks painful, and I pray Poppy never comes to see it. Not with her fetish for piercing, that’s all I need. Turning my attention back to Leon, I smile. If he was here to collect me. He was in for a surprise. Stepping back from the biker, I cup his chin.
“I don’t leave for another couple of hours.”
“That’s fine. I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by and say hi.”
“Hi.”
“Hi.” The soft seductive tone of his voice curls my toes.
“Hello, Bastian.” I don’t bother to look at Bastion as I greet him.
“Hello Firebird… Do I get the same welcome?”
As I giggle at Bastian’s teasing, Leon’s fingers dig into my hips, causing me to frown at him. Once more, I find myself in one of his fiery kisses. A kiss I have no desire to break until someone coughs behind me. Slowly I free myself from the kiss, turning towards a colleague. The scowl she flashes at me fails to dampen my mood. “Daisy.”
I nod at Cheryl then turn back to Leon, “Sorry… I have to go.”
“I’ll pick up at five.” He kisses me once more. Then his gaze goes to Cheryl and he flashes her one of his stomach churning smiles. With a nod
at the woman and one last kiss to me, he turns on his toes and disappears through the open doors of the library as he trailed by a laughing Bastian.
“Daisy you should behave with more decorum at work.”
Now Leon is no longer in my sight, I turn to face my Supervisor, Cheryl, a thirty-six-year-old divorcee with three kids. Out of all of my colleagues, she's the only one who was disappointed when I was offered the job as junior Librarian. “It was a kiss, Cheryl.”
“It may be a kiss. This, however, is a public building with people witnessing your behavior. You wouldn’t want that piece of gossip to reach the head librarian.”
Silently I curse, loudly I apologize. “It’ll not happen again, Cheryl.”
The rest of the afternoon drifts by at a leisurely pace. No matter how often I check the clock. It refuses to speed up. When the library’s antique clock finally strikes five, I quickly gather my belongings, stuffing them into my purse as I dash outside. Just as he promised he would be. Leon is waiting for me. There’s no coyness in my gaze as I run to the Biker. Neither am I interested in or care who may be watching as I kiss him. It’s the kiss of a starving woman. As the kiss deepens, our tongues spar. No one witnessing the kiss would believe it was less than four hours since we had shared a kiss.
“Climb aboard, Firebird.”
Caught deep in my fantasy as I snuggle into his back, it’s only when the bike comes to a stop, I notice Leon as brought us straight to Demon’s Lair. “I have to go home, Leon.”
“Not tonight, Babe. I have to work, and I want you where I know you’re safe.”
“The kids, Leon. I need to be there for them.”
“The boys are old enough to take care of themselves. Shit, Firebird, I left home at Poppy’s age. As for Poppy, if you’re worried about her, I’ll send someone over to bring her here.”
Incredulous at his suggestion, I glance around the dock and parking lot. I have a vague idea what I was doing. But there’s no way I was having Poppy exposed to this lifestyle.