Scrooged by the Biker

by McKenna Rogue

  Ginger pushed me back and slid off the counter. “Why can’t you see that I don’t just want to hang out and talk?”

  Before she could walk away from me, I grabbed her wrist and tugged her back to me. I kept her pinned between me and the counter.

  “Take your coat off,” I growled.

  Ginger blinked at me, meeting my hungry gaze and then slowly did as I said. The coat was practically a dress in itself. Heavy and wool, just what you needed on a night like tonight. She draped it over the counter and then turned back to me.

  “I want you naked under that skirt.”

  She toed off her boots. I stepped back giving her just enough room to bend over and reach under her skirt.

  I watched with rapt attention, watching her hips wiggle and shift and she worked down the tights over her ass and down her long legs. She stepped out of them carefully and left them on the floor by her feet.

  “Panties too, Gingersnap.”

  She swallowed. “I’m not wearing any.”

  I groaned. “Fuck. You’ve been going commando under there this whole time.”

  She smirked. “Maybe I should’ve led with that.”

  “That’s a good way to get yourself fucked in a public bathroom.”

  “I feel like the tights negate the commando piece,” she replied.

  I chuckled. “Not in my head.”

  “The floor is freezing.” She danced from foot to foot.

  I placed my hands on her waist and lifted her back onto the counter. Stepping between her legs again, knowing there was very little standing between me and her sweet, pink little pussy was making it hard to think.

  “I’m going to have to keep you warmed up,” I murmured.

  “I’m plenty warm, but my blood is not going to my feet.”

  “Yeah, mine isn’t either.” I put my hands on her knees, spreading her until her skirt stopped me. “Unbutton your top.”

  She untucked it from the skirt and then started at the bottom working her way up, button by button.

  “Tease.”

  “Why aren’t you taking anything off?”

  “I’m unwrapping my gift, and then you can unwrap yours.”

  She beamed at that prospect.

  I caught glimpses of red and lace under her green shirt. Fuck, everything about her was Christmas. Once her shirt was unbuttoned, she leaned back and placed her hands flat on the counter behind her, her breasts thrusting out. The fabric of her shirt fell away from her torso revealing a red lacy bra with a green heart pattern. Her nipples were hard and pressing against the cloth. There was no padding—it was all her glorious tits.

  “All the way off,” I growled.

  She watched me as she slid the cotton shirt off her and let it drop to the counter beside her. I pushed my hands under her skirt, tugging the fabric up. I stopped just before reaching her wonderland. I redirected my hands around to cup her ass and haul her closer to the edge. She whimpered as I stepped right into her. She was too high up to position her core over my cock, but I still wanted her closer.

  I kept my hands on her ass, holding her close.

  “The bra now.”

  She reached behind her and unhooked it. Now I could start to see the nerves, the uncertainty flicker in her gaze.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Gingersnap, it’s taking every ounce of my control to not be a complete animal.”

  “You seem perfectly in control to me,” she muttered.

  I could tell her bra was unhooked. The straps drooped forward and her cups loosened around her ample tits. But she wasn’t pulling it away.

  “I want you panting and begging for my cock before you get it. All of this is to work you up into a hot, sticky mess.”

  Her lips parted. “Oh.”

  “I want to watch you come undone before I get anywhere near to really fucking you.”

  With that, she dropped her shoulders forward and the bra straps slid down her arms. She flung the bra over her head, somewhere behind the counter.

  Her breasts hung heavy, her pink nipples pulled tight. “Holy fuck you’re sexy.”

  I leaned down and flicked my tongue against her nipple before sealing my lips around it. She gasped and arched into my mouth. I kneaded her ass with my hands and suckled on her tit and listened to her moan and mewl for more.

  Her hands threaded through my hair, tugging and holding me to her, until I shifted over to the other one. I took my time teasing, tasting, and torturing her with pleasure. Her thighs quivered against me and her hips were rocking and rolling.

  “Tell me what you want, Gingersnap.” I mumbled against her ripe globe.

  “More,” she groaned.

  I roughly parked her ass on the edge of the counter. I pushed the material of her skirt completely out of my way revealing her pussy to me. I knelt in front of her, spreading her legs wide on either side of me.

  I leaned in close and let my hot breath drag across the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, then lightly over her mound to the other thigh. I did that until she moaned with frustration. My first lick at her center was slow and shallow. And then I dipped between her folds. I groaned against her skin when I tasted her arousal.

  “Fuck, Gingersnap, you’re dripping for me.”

  “Charlie, you drive me crazy. You’ve always driven me crazy.”

  I had so many things to say to that, but instead I just took another turn at her cunt. I licked and lapped and dragged my fingers through her folds, rolling over her clit. Ginger panted and jerked and bucked against my mouth.

  I grabbed a hold of her thighs and buried my face between them, eagerly sucking on her clit. I wanted to hear her scream, feel her lose it.

  Her fingers dug into my skull and her hips rocked against my restraint.

  “Oh god!” And then she screamed my name and flooded with her climax. She tasted divine when she came, and I only wanted more.

  I pulled myself up so I was standing between her legs again.

  “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she panted.

  I chuckled. “You’ll get me naked soon enough.”

  I slid her off the counter and into my arms as I headed back to the office to the cot. It wasn’t much, but at least it would be better than cold, hard surfaces and probably a bit cleaner.

  I set her down on the cot and threw the blanket over her. I pulled my black Henley over my head and dropped it on the ground.

  Ginger licked her lips. “You’re ridiculously hot. You know that, don’t you?”

  I grinned. “It’s nice to hear.”

  I undid my belt and popped the button of my fly open.

  “Like you don’t purposely walk around without your shirt off all summer long. I heard one woman was going to use her niece’s lemonade stand and put it across the street of your shop just so she could stare at you.”

  I burst out laughing. “Why do that? They can just go to the Coyote practice games and workouts. Plenty of athletes walking around without a shirt on.”

  “The baseball players are pretty hot. But there’s a lot of vultures around there trying to score an up and coming. But no one was hotter than Jason Calaveras and Blaze snatched him up.”

  “I’m starting to feel like a piece of meat and an unappreciated one. You have a thing for Jason Calaveras?”

  She blinked at me. “I do not have a thing for Jason Calaveras. Do you see me at Coyotes games trying to hook up with a baseball player, begging them for sex? No. I’m here. Begging you for sex.”

  “Begging? I don’t think I’ve seen any begging. I should’ve made you more desperate.”

  She glared at me. It was adorable.

  And then she was moving. She dropped the blanket at my feet, shimmied out of her skirt, and knelt in front of me.

  Fuck. I was going to be the one begging. There was no way I was going to be able to have her suck me off and not blow my load. And I wanted to be inside of her.

  She reached up cupped me through my jeans and then moved for the zipper. I grunted
against the contact and watched with rapt attention as she worked the zipper down and yanked my jeans off my hips.

  Her eyes widened. “Holy fuck.”

  “That’s my phrase. Get your own,” I teased.

  Her big eyes were fastened on my cock obscenely stretching my blue boxer briefs. “How do you walk around with that thing?”

  I threw my head back and laughed. I bent over, careful not to smack my head into hers and shoved my boxers off. Ginger reached for my dick, wrapping her hand around it. She stroked slowly, her thumb rubbing against my head, smearing the pre-come. She leaned in and her tongue flickered right against my head and then she was wrapping her mouth around my cock.

  Fuck, she was hot as she gave me a blowjob. She worked me over until I was panting. I grabbed her wrist and took a step back, my cock pulled from her mouth ending on a pop.

  “Fuck, condoms,” I snarled.

  “I’m on the pill.”

  I stared at her. “I’ve never gone bareback before.”

  “Me either.”

  “Gingersnap, I take back the angel tree topper comments. You’re clearly the devil.”

  She bit her lower lip and looked up at me through her eyelashes like the damn tease she was. “Just don’t tell my father.”

  “Oh, fucking hell.” I reached down and hauled her up into my arms and crashed my mouth against hers.

  I moved her onto the cot and moved on top of her. She spread her legs, and I settled right between her thighs. There was no way she was the devil when being with her felt like Heaven.

  We kissed as my hands roamed her body. Ginger lifted her hips and reached between us, angling my dick for her entrance. She hooked a leg around my hip, I grabbed her ass and gripped her other leg and thrust inside of her roughly. Ginger arched against me as I filled her up. Her breath was ragged, and her lips were parted with a heavy moan.

  Our bodies moved together like we’d been dancing all our lives and we knew all the steps. I never imaged being with a woman would feel like this. We came together again and again.

  I looked down at her and our eyes locked.

  “Charlie…” Her voice had a plea. I wasn’t sure what she was asking for.

  I kissed her and ground roughly against her. I thrust harder and faster pushing us both toward our bliss. Her nails bit into my skin just as her pussy clenched around my cock. And then she was mewling and moaning as she came. I watched her in the throes of her orgasm mesmerized by her complete and utter sexiness. And then I was slammed home, keeping my dick deep inside of her as I came hard. I groaned into the crux of her neck as we both rode out our orgasms.

  I had no desire to get up or disconnect from her. I still felt hard and like I could go another round. But I had no idea how she felt. I pulled back to meet her eyes. She was smiling and then her eyes started to droop.

  “Come on, Gingersnap. You should get some rest while we ride out the storm.”

  I rolled us so we were on our sides, my cock slipping from her cunt. I pulled the blanket from the floor and wrapped it around us.

  “We should talk.”

  “Sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”

  4

  Ginger

  I woke up sprawled across Charlie. It was Christmas Eve and here he was all for me.

  Last night’s events spun through my head.

  I’d been pushy, but it was because I was sure there was something more to us. More to our story. And after being with him, that way, it had to be true.

  I shifted against him, my inner thigh trapping his very hard cock right next to my center. It was delicious having him naked and beneath me. Would it be wrong for me to just slip him inside of me?

  I rocked against him.

  “Insatiable tree topper…” he murmured still half a sleep. “I can feel you getting wet.”

  I shifted so I could rock my pussy against him. His rigid hardness sliding between my folds.

  His hands slid onto my hips. “Fuck, Gingersnap.”

  I reached between us and lifted my hips and lowered myself onto him. “I can’t help it. I still have so many fantasies to fulfill with you.”

  His blue eyes fluttered open and looked up at me. “Please tell me one of them is breakfast.” He thrust up hard.

  What had started off as slow and sleepy, turned to hot and desperate. I placed my hands on his muscular chest and rode him harder. Charlie reached up and groped my bouncing breasts and pulled and teased my nipples until they were achingly hard.

  Everything about Charlie excited me. He seemed to know just how to touch me and make me feel like I was his.

  His hand slid down my torso until his thumb is working my clit, he started thrusting up hard. He pulled me down to him, so I was grinding against his pubic bone. I felt him pulsing inside of me and then he was coming deep inside me. I followed him over eagerly, crying out his name.

  We stayed connected while we caught our breath. I didn’t want to move. The moment clothes got put back on and we went back out into the real world, the spell would be broken. Charlie would remember I was the pastor’s daughter and he’d remember that he didn’t want me, not the way I wanted him.

  “Hey, Gingersnap, what’s going on in that mind of yours?” He caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. The gesture was tender, caring.

  “Just don’t like the idea of the real world looming out there.”

  “It’s Christmas. It’s your favorite time of year.”

  “Christmas might be ruined. Without my dad…”

  “Don’t do that. Your dad is here. Everyone dies. But don’t act like he’s dead already. I’m sure you have some swanky dress for the ball tonight. Be excited.”

  “I’d be more excited if I had a date for the ball,” I said.

  Charlie eyed me. “Do you really want to watch your father castrate me on Christmas Eve?”

  “My dad likes you.”

  “Your dad likes everyone. He’s actually one of those guys who lives what he preaches.”

  “So what? This was a fling?”

  He growled. “Ginger, this town is going to throw rotten vegetables at me and my shop when they find out we’re…fucking.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Charlie, the only one who thinks you’re not good enough for me, is you.” I sat up, my pussy clenching around his cock. I pulled away from him and we both grunted at the loss of connection.

  “My life is shit.” He got up and started tugging on his jeans.

  “It’s really not.” I pulled the blanket around me since my clothes were flung about. “Not to sound like the tree topper of Christmas present, but have you looked around? You have your shit together. You have a good life. I know what you do for your aunt. And your mom…”

  “My mom is a train wreck.”

  “And it’s not your fault.”

  He flinched at my words.

  “Has no one really clued you into the fact that you’re a decent guy who has done well for himself considering he raised himself and took care of the adults in his life when he was way too young to be doing so?”

  He just stared at me.

  I moved through the shop grabbing my clothes and then I ducked into the bathroom, not really wanting to give him a show when it felt like he was breaking up with me before we’d even had a chance.

  “Ginger, I have to go. Just go out the backdoor, it’ll lock automatically.”

  I stared at the door, dumbfounded. “You have to go? Now?”

  “I’m sorry,” he muttered.

  I heard the heavy footfalls of his booted feet. I pulled myself together as quickly as I could, but he was gone.

  It took everything I had not to cry.

  The morning was still cold and there was a lot of snow on the ground, but I managed to get back to my car and get home. The snow wasn’t supposed to stop until tomorrow night.

  My apartment was cold, and the power was out. After a couple of phone calls, I was told the power would be back on in a little while.

  Without po
wer, I couldn’t charge my cell phone, take a shower, or call my dad. It left me too much time to think.

  I’d been so pushy with Charlie. Too pushy. I just thought Christmas was the perfect time to come together. It had all been so perfect in my head. He had to feel something for me. It couldn’t have been all about the sex.

  And the sex had been mind-blowing all by itself. It had never been that way with anyone else.

  By the time the power came back on I was crying.

  What could’ve been so important that he left without a proper good-bye? Without some promise that we would talk another time?

  Why was it so easy for him to just walk away from me over and over again?

  Getting ready for the Christmas Eve ball just didn’t feel right, even surrounded by Tru Manifold and her friends.

  “Ginger, what is wrong? You look like the Grinch stole your hot cocoa.” Tru plopped down in her party dress next to me.

  “I slept with Charlie last night.”

  Tru’s eyes got big. “Seriously?!”

  Brayden and Elena, two other girls hanging out, both stopped and turned around.

  “Wait, like Charlie Mason, Charlie?” Brayden asked.

  I nodded.

  Brayden crossed her arms over her chest. “Then why are you frowning, girl? That man is fine.”

  “He took off on me this morning while I was getting dressed in the bathroom. We were in his shop. He didn’t even make sure I got home all right this morning.”

  “You’re a big girl,” Tru said. “I’m sure if he thought it was dangerous…”

  “I know,” I grumbled. “I don’t even know where he went.”

  Elena chimed in. “Maybe it was something important and it threw him off.” Her voice was soft, like she was trying to be unobtrusive. I wanted to shake it out of her, but that wasn’t going to help her. She needed to gain some confidence on her own.

  I looked up at the girl. She was barely seventeen and from the little Brayden had shared with us she’d been through some pretty traumatic things. But she had a point.

  “I guess he is pretty reactionary,” I muttered.

  Tru and Brayden exchanged glances.