Bad Biker Stepbrother 3

by Black, Michelle

  Her anger with him had more to do with being startled than him coming down to check on her. He had turned her on instantly when she felt his strong chest and his tight arms and saw the anger in his eyes. God, he was so beautiful.

  Mia smiles as she imagines his skin against hers. Her hand slides down her body and parts the soft terrycloth towel at her waist. She imagines Damon’s hands as he caresses her body. Imagines his tongue licking its way down to her clit where he sucks the sweet nub into his mouth and ravages it with his tongue and teeth.

  Groaning, Mia applies a bit of pressure to the place where she wants Damon the most. Her fingers play over her clit before they slide down and slip inside her. She gasps as her fingers work in and out and she imagines Damon’s cock filling her instead of her fingers. Her climax builds, and her eyes flutter as she tosses her head back and forth. Her long hair clings to her sweaty skin, and she tries to stifle the soft moans coming from her lips. She is so close...

  “Fuck, Mia, you are enough to kill a man,” Damon’s voice cuts through her desire and her eyes fly open.

  She stares at him standing at the doorway, his eyes full of desire as he watches her. He is completely naked, and he is slowly stroking his erection. She glances at his hard length and licks her lips before she says, “What are you doing in here? This is the ladies’ room.”

  He grins and it is a completely predatory grin. Turning back, she watches as he slips the lock to the room in place. When he turns back to her, he says, “I know what it is, Mia. I also know what I am doing in here.”

  He takes a step towards her, and Mia glances around, instinctively looking for a place to escape. “I’m going to fuck you, Mia. I am going to make you scream as my cock explodes inside of you. I have been a fool for the last few days. I should have made love to you when I came home and showed you just how much I missed you.”

  Mia is speechless, and her body thrums with excitement. Here is her beautiful, bad boy lover. Here is the man that she has longed for every night. “And just how much did you miss me?” she finally manages.

  His gaze sears her flesh as he closes the distance. “So very much,” he growls, and then his mouth closes over hers and he leans against her body.

  Reaching up, Mia wraps her arms around his neck and devours his lips. She cries out as he sucks her lip into his mouth and bites down on it softly before his tongue soothes the tortured flesh. His tongue sweeps into her mouth, and he licks her teeth before his tongue spars with hers. He grinds his shaft into her stomach, and she feels like he branded her with it.

  Damon breaks the kiss and kisses his way down her jaw and onto her neck. Gooseflesh breaks over her skin, and she shivers despite being overheated by the steam room. Dropping to his knees on the tiled floor, Damon kisses her collarbone, making her shiver.

  Glancing up at her, his fingers play with the top of her towel, brushing against the soft mounds of her breasts. “God, you are so beautiful,” he whispers.

  He slowly pulls the towel free of its knot and opens it. His eyes drink in the sight of her naked flesh, and he slowly leans forward to flick his tongue over her dusty nipple. Mia jerks against him as lightening desire flashes through her body. She closes her eyes and buries her hands into his thick hair as he sucks the nipple into his mouth.

  His teeth nip a moment before his tongue soothes her flesh and he massages her other breast as he laved the first. He switches to the other breast and continues to ravish her body as she trembles in her arms. Heat and desire spread through her, and she can only hold on to him as he kisses and licks her body.

  “Damon,” she moans, “I missed you so much.”

  She looks down at him, and he grins against her nipple, “I missed you so much, too, babe.”

  Pulling her legs apart, Damon slides between them. His cock presses against her clit and she rocks against it as the coil of need spins tighter inside of her. Running her hands down his back, she digs her nails into his tight ass as she pulls him closer to her. Damon hisses at the friction between them and says, “Not yet, baby, I need to taste you first.”

  He breaks free of her embrace and slides down until his breath heats her core. She leans back and moans as his tongue darts out and slides along her clit. “Fuck, Damon!” she screams, unable to hold back the orgasm that is starting to build.

  Meeting her desire, Damon sucks her clit into his mouth and slides his finger deep inside her. Mia shudders as he draws his finger out and then adds a second finger as he slides in. Her pussy clenches his fingers, fluttering along his digits as he fingers her. His thrusts match the sucking of her clit, and Mia finds herself shuddering in time to his movements.

  The coil winds tighter and tighter and she can see spots of color flashing behind her eyes as her climax comes closer. Then she is screaming again as she tumbles over the edge of her desire and comes around his fingers. She collapses, completely spent, on the wooden bench, and Damon chuckles against her clit, exciting another shudder from her.

  “You really did miss me,” he chuckles as he stands up and sits down on the bench beside her. “But I’m not finished with you. Stand up,” he orders.

  Mia looks at him from beneath her lashes for a second as she feels her excitement building again. She does as he ordered and stands to face him. His hand slides down her body and he clutches her hip with his good hand. “So fucking hot,” he murmurs. Mia smiles at how beautiful she feels right now...how good she feels.

  “Turn around,” he orders, and Mia moves instantly, her pussy is dripping with excitement as she realizes she loves being ordered around by him. “Now, bend over so I can see your beautiful ass.”

  Mia leans forward, her sweaty hair falling into her eyes. She tosses it back as she glances back at him. His grin is wicked as he takes in her round ass. “Do you know how naughty you have been?” he asks her. “Leaving the apartment and making me worry.”

  “I didn’t think it would matter,” she pants as his hand caresses her bottom. “You were sleeping.”

  “Oh, it mattered,” he says as his hand slaps down on her ass cheek. She startles and cries out in surprise. It didn’t hurt, but it stung a little. But what surprised her is the gush of wetness between her legs when he had slapped her ass.

  He slaps her ass again, and Mia groans in pleasure, her hips wiggling in excitement, “You were a bad girl, Mia, and you need a spanking.”

  Damon groans as he slaps her ass again and again, each slap stinging, but it isn’t too hard where Mia feels anything but desire coursing through her. His hand rubs the reddened flesh and Mia cries out as he shoves his fingers into her pussy with his other hand. “Fuck, you like that baby,” he murmurs, and he bites her tortured flesh.

  “Yes,” Mia pants. “I am so fucking hot for you, Damon. Fuck me please!”

  His hand moves to her hip, and he pulls her back against him. Lining her up with his cock, he pulls her down onto his hard shaft. Mia screams as his cock stretches her. When he is buried to the hilt, he presses his forehead to her back. His one hand, the one in the cast, rests on her hip as his other hand snakes around her waist and captures her clit between his fingers.

  She bucks against him and rolls her hips, which forces a moan from Damon. “That’s it, Mia, ride me!”

  She braces her hands on his arms and moves herself up and down on his shaft. Her pussy clenches and flutters along his length as her orgasm builds. Damon massages her clit as he kisses her back. Closing her eyes, Mia reaches down and fondles his balls.

  Riding up and down, Mia screams out as the tide of her orgasm crashes over her. Seconds later, Damon’s cry fills her ears, and she feels his orgasm splashing deep inside of her as her cunt milks him dry.

  Collapsing back, Mia sighs, “This is just what I needed.”

  He chuckles against her back, “Better than a run?”

  “God yes!” she laughs before she shifts so she is sitting beside him. She leans against him and kisses his chest, “Maybe we should go have a shower upstairs now.”
r />   He nods. “Sure, just give me a second to recover.”

  Glancing down at his shaft, Mia laughs as she sees it hardening. “I don’t think you will need any time to recover...”

  Chapter Three

  “Aren’t you ready yet?”

  Mia glances over her shoulder and grins at Damon. He looks amazing in his black t-shirt and jeans...forever her bad boy biker. Damon is leaning against the bedroom door with his arms crossed. He gives her a cocky grin as he nods towards her suitcase. “You could come and help me pack if I am taking too long,” she offers.

  He laughs, “Yeah, if I get close to you and a bed, we won’t be leaving tonight. I don’t think your mom would appreciate the reason why we didn’t go and see them.”

  Mia grimaces. It had been over a month since her mom had gone home and Damon had come back from the hospital. Damon was healed, his cast had come off several weeks ago and, outside of a slight limp, there was no sign of any injury. He was still on medication for the seizures, but if his health continued to improve, he would be off of those soon enough.

  After that morning in the steam room, Mia was relieved to find her rhythm with Damon again. It was exactly how it was before everything had happened. They spent their day together, made love whenever they could, and talked about the future.

  And their future is in Florida...at least for now. Damon had decided it was better for them to move somewhere else for the time being. They could always come back to Chicago or move closer to their parents, but...for right now...he wanted her to himself. And in a bikini as much as possible, he had joked.

  Mia was excited for this new part of her life. Since she was still taking online courses, location wouldn’t matter for school. She could enjoy the tropical Florida sun while Damon and she planned the rest of their life with each other.

  It may not be a happily ever after, but it was going to be as close as possible. The only hurdle to that happiness was their parents. Frank, Damon’s dad, seemed fine with their relationship, but it was clear that her mom wasn’t. She hadn’t called since she had left, and all the travel arrangements to go home had been handled by Damon and Frank.

  “I’m really not sure what else I should pack,” she finally says as she glances down at her overfilled suitcase.

  “As little as possible,” Damon laughs. “I told you I can buy you a new wardrobe when we get to Florida.”

  Mia grins over her shoulder. “Well, in that case, I guess I will leave this here.” She holds up a shred of lace that is Damon’s favorite out of her lingerie. The red lace teddy hugs her curves perfectly.

  Damon’s eyes fill with heat, and he stalks across the room like a big cat stalking its prey. He pulls the little scrap of material from her fingers. He sniffs the fabric, and Mia feels her pussy clench at the desire on Damon’s face. He turns to her and captures her waist with his arm, “Tell you what, you can leave the rest but just pack this,” he purrs.

  Lowering his mouth to hers, he kisses her with a hunger that is breathtaking. Mia opens herself to him and allows him to ravage her mouth as his hand cups her breast and massages the taught flesh of her nipples. The sound of the buzzer cuts through Mia’s foggy mind and Damon breaks the kiss, leaving Mia shaking with desire. She glances towards the bed, and Damon laughs.

  “Don’t even say it because we have to leave now or we won’t make our flight. Plus, the car service is here.”

  Mia sticks her lip out in a pout. “So now you are going to leave me aching for your cock and I will have to suffer like this for hours.”

  Damon nods as he drops to his knees. He lifts her skirt up and plants a kiss to her panties. Pushing the fabric to the side, Damon’s tongue licks her clit and slides down her slit before plunging into her. Mia grasps his shoulders and clings onto him to keep from falling. Damon alternates between sucking her clit and thrusting his tongue deep inside her as the buzzer trills again.

  Damon pulls her panties into place before he smoothes her dress back into place. Mia stares at him in horror as he stands up, rearranges his erection in his jeans and smiles, “Yep, I am going to leave you like this for the flight and for dinner with the parents.” He chuckles as he zips up her bag, lifts it up and heads for the door. “Coming darling?” he purrs.

  “No, and you fucking know it,” Mia snaps as she grabs her purse and pushes past him to the door.

  ****

  “So how was the flight, Mia?” Frank asks and Mia blushes at the question.

  The flight had been horrible. She had been so turned on by what Damon had done to her before they left that she could barely sit still. Despite everything she tried to do to entice him, he didn’t give in and fuck her in the small bathroom. Instead, he sat there practically ignoring her, but every once in a while, he would brush her nipples or her hip or her leg and send desire shooting through her.

  She had thought it was an accident at first, but then she had noticed his raging hard on and the wicked grin he would shoot her way from time to time. He knew how badly he was turning her on and the only solace she had was that he was as turned on as she was.

  “It was pretty boring. I mean, it is basically just go up and then come down since it is such a short flight. They didn’t even serve a meal.”

  “No turbulence?” Frank asks again, his eyes darting towards Mia’s mom at the other end of the table.

  Mia shakes her head and takes a bite of the salad they had started with. They have been here for about two hours, and her mom has barely said five things to them. It was clear that she is furious, and she keeps sending Damon dark glances when she thinks no one is watching. Mia’s nerves are raw, and she is more than ready to scream at her mother.

  She felt sorry for Frank. He is obviously trying his best to not only accept their relationship, but also keep her mother from attacking Damon.

  “And the drive over? You should have let us pick you up and not waste your money on a car service.” Frank babbles, and Mia smiles reassuringly at him.

  Despite him coming into her life when she was nearly an adult, Frank had tried to be there for her without replacing her dead father. He had taken her under his wing and spent time making sure she didn’t feel like a third wheel. She had lost count of the number of hours they had sat in the garage; him drinking a beer, her a bottle of water, as they tinkered with his Harleys. Like his son, he loved bikes, and he had taught them both a lot about fixing them up.

  Mia glances, wishfully, in the general direction of the garage. It would be great to be in there away from her mom. Her mom never went into the garage; that was Frank’s room, just like her scrapbooking room was hers. They often went to their own rooms to avoid each other.

  “I have to go and get the lasagna, it is ready now,” Mia’s mom says as she stands up.

  “Do you want any help Mom?” Mia asks.

  Shaking her head, she says, “No, Frank can help me, can’t you, Frank?”

  Frank looks up in shock as he takes a bite of his salad—his eyes full of confusion since everyone knows the kitchen is Mia’s mom’s domain and she hates anyone helping her in it. After chewing slowly, he swallows the lump of salad and nods, “Sure, honey. If you two will excuse me.”

  Standing up, he follows his wife into the kitchen. As the door swings shut, Mia hears her mom hiss.

  “How can you be so okay with this, Frank? It is a sin what they are doing! I just can’t condone this!”

  Mia’s eyes widen, and she glances at Damon whose face is an angry storm cloud. He looks like he is going to burst at any moment and a trill of apprehension fills Mia. As much as she wants to tell her mom off, she doesn’t want to lose her for the rest of her life. “I know this is hard,” she says to Damon, “But, please, let’s just ignore her. Let’s talk about the future like Frank wants us to.”

  Damon’s eyes are cold, and a shiver races up her spine, before a wicked grin spreads across his lips. Heat instantly fills her body and she fights the urge to press her hands to her cheeks to stop the blush. “You kno
w what. Let’s ignore her,” he purrs and Mia knows she said something horribly wrong.

  Standing up, he comes around the corner of the table, and she fights the urge to run. Mia knows he is going to be doing something naughty and a part of her is thrilled with the prospect.

  “I’m here with my beautiful girlfriend; she’s meeting my dad, I’m meeting her mom...”

  He slides into the seat beside her and Mia’s body is instantly aware of him. She longs to lean in, but instead, focuses on the salad in front of her. He drapes his arm across the back of her chair and his fingers lazily caress the hair at the nape of her neck. Mia suddenly regrets wearing her hair up.

  “What are you doing?” she hisses, sounding a lot like her mom a few minutes ago.

  His eyes sparkle with mischief, “Just touching my beautiful girlfriend. It’s only fitting we act like a couple in love.”

  Mia shrugs his hands off her neck and glances towards the door. “We are in love, and you are not doing that.” She spears him with her best glare but she knows her heart isn’t in it. She loves the feeling of him touching her.

  “Yes, I am.” He leans in and sniffs the side of her neck before he places a quick kiss to her overheated skin. “Mmmm, did I tell you I love the way you smell?”

  The word yes sticks in her throat as gooseflesh rises on her skin. Mia searches his face and there is no teasing there. His desire is clear in his eyes. Catching her hand, Damon kisses the knuckles and then places her palm on his hard bulge. Her eyes widen in surprise, but before she can say anything, the door to the kitchen swings open.

  Mia’s mom stops dead in her tracks, causing Frank to nearly crash into her. She takes in the scene, Mia’s hand resting in Damon’s lap under the table and out of view, his arm draped across the back of her chair and his fingers resuming their lazy caresses that are driving her wild. She takes in the flush of Mia’s cheeks and the lust in Damon’s eyes before she clears her throat and enters the room.

  “Damon,” she says carefully, “Why don’t you go and sit where you were sitting? I think that would be more comfortable for the meal.”