Hard Rider (A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance)

by Wild, Nikki

  Instead, I drew her over to a nearby luxury patio chair, coercing her to sit down comfortable in it. Stripping her socks off, I had her where I wanted her – without a thread on her body, her ankles parted for me.

  I climbed down on top of her, kissing her lips deeply. I trailed down to her breasts, suckling her ample bosom and flicking her nipples with my tongue. Afterwards, I pressed a line of kisses down between her thighs…

  But I hadn’t tossed the socks aside. Instead, I quickly bound her wrists down to the chair, eager to completely control her.

  She was ready.

  She was mine.

  Angel looked up at me with an inquisitive, aroused glance. While I let her briefly fight the binds, I reached over for one of the shredded pieces of her shirt. To my satisfaction, it was just long enough for what I intended.

  And what I intended was pure satisfaction.

  I folded it over a few times, and then set about tying it around her head. With her improvised bindings and blindfold in place, I decided that it was time.

  Pressing my lips to her thighs, I kissed all over, worshiping the tantalizing flesh. But my restraint could only last so long, and I began to hungrily lap at her wet folds.

  While Angel moaned and fought the restraints, I set to work. Her delicate, delicious lips were perfect for my tongue as I poked inside her, tasting her sweetness.

  Her fluids ran down my chin. They were delicious, flush with her very essence.

  Meanwhile, I took advantage of her dominated form. With my partner at my very mercy, I ran my fingernails tantalizingly down her skin, clenching into her sweet, supple flesh.

  I could feel her pull against the bindings.

  I could feel her body submit to the pleasure.

  And it only pushed me forward.

  My tongue darted deeper into her creases, my lips practically adjoined to her own, lower set. Angel bucked her hips into my hot, wet mouth, eager for more, needing more, requiring more of my warmth and my explosive touch.

  I was all too eager to supply it.

  Pulling back, I sank my teeth into her thigh, plunging a pair of strong, flexible fingers deep into her body. With the advantages of this, I could easily reach her button of pent-up nerves, the spot that craved sweet, provocative release.

  Pushing her towards climax, I continued to fuck her with my fingers, pleasing her budding clit with a thumb all the while.

  Even if I’d wanted, my lips couldn’t stay off of her. I kept kissing her skin, planted fluid-stained kisses along her thighs, her abdomen, even along her supple breasts.

  Balancing myself above and against her, my fingers controlled her from beneath, drawing all of her attention to fighting the pleasure.

  As I lifted my gaze from her amazing chest, I could see now how the bindings all but bit into her wrists. She was moaning uncontrollably, her mind submerged deep within her physical ecstasy.

  I lowered my lips to her nipple, sucking it into my mouth. My tongue lapped against it, playing with the erect nub, and then I thought better of this and switched to the other. My free hand lifted, squeezing the first breast, tweaking the nipple between my thumb and my forefinger.

  She gasped for release.

  “Please,” she finally pleaded, “please stop teasing and just give it to me…”

  “No,” I whispered in her ear, drawing out her pleasure with my fingers now slowly, gradually drawing in and out of her. “I need to bring you to the edge…and let you hover just there…”

  She cursed my name furiously, stringing out a colorful array of expletives.

  I wasn’t finished with her just yet.

  But I was ready to bring this to the next level.

  I removed myself from her, gazing down upon her panting, restrained form, watching her rub her thighs together and practically snarl.

  “Hush,” I commanded, placing a finger against her lips. “Settle down…I’m about to give you what you want, but you’ll need to be a good girl for me…can you do that?”

  She nodded furiously.

  “That’s what I want to hear,” I whispered, leaning back up again. Loudly, I unbuckled my pants, whipping off my shirt and the rest of my clothes. I even tossed my button-up onto her bare body, just to emphasize what was coming.

  But I had no intentions of making her cum just yet, even with the entirety of me against her.

  No, our game was going to go on…

  Angel

  My body was experiencing an absolute nirvana that I never, ever dreamt impossible. The way that he knew just how best to tantalize me, to continuously push me to stark new heights…

  I had long given up on actually escaping my restraints by now. Trent, to my great surprise, had quickly but adeptly improvised bindings that kept my wrists pinned down to the arms of the patio chair.

  Truth be told, I wasn’t actually all that eager to get out of them…that was, up until the endless torture of his teasing.

  Oh god, his fucking teasing.

  It was driving me insane.

  All I wanted to do was feeling his deep, animalistic penetration. I craved the touch of his huge cock deep inside me, the thrusting of his magnificent girth to stretch me to my limits.

  With the blindfold of my shredded shirt still blinding my sight, I had been drowned in blackness from the start. My senses were on maximum overload, puckering for his definitive pressure and the intensity of his loving attention.

  That’s why, when I finally felt the tip of his bulbous crown gently parting my lips down below, I felt an overwhelming need to be completely and utterly dominated by him.

  But wait.

  No.

  No, don’t you fucking do this to me.

  Instead of pushing the crown deep into me, he was merely toying with me further. I could feel it push apart my lips, sliding along the nerve endings outside, but never thrusting inward.

  Goddammit.

  He’s STILL TEASING ME.

  Furiously, I fought against the restraints again, but they were so tight. I couldn’t get any leverage to even begin to free my wrists.

  Instead, I had to lie there and accept my fate.

  I mean, there are worse fates.

  But this? This was absolute torture.

  …Torture of the most satisfying kind.

  “Are you ready for me?” He whispered, pausing his diabolical teasing for just a moment as I caught my breath.

  Biting my lower lip flirtatiously but needfully, I nodded enthusiastically to him.

  “Good,” he murmured, but his tone…

  Something was off.

  Only then did I realize the mistake.

  He wanted me to stay enthusiastic.

  But would it change his behavior?

  Would he finally fit himself inside me?

  His satisfied groan as he resumed teasing the lining of my drenched, sopping pussy told me that no, it didn’t change a goddamn thing.

  UGH.

  GOD.

  DAMN.

  IT.

  ALL.

  TO.

  HELL.

  “If you don’t fuck me now, I swear to all that is out there that I will make you absolutely regret this,” I cursed him.

  “You sound like you mean that,” he chuckled.

  “Look. Me. In. The. Eyes.”

  “I can’t…got a little something in the way,” he laughed cockily as he continued teasing my body.

  “Ohhhh…you are going to feel my wrath,” I started giggling madly. “I am going to rip you to pieces when I’m free from these!”

  For emphasis, I tugged violently at the bindings.

  “I’m sure you are,” he whispered, “but I need to believe that you’ll never run off like that again. And the only way to be sure is to condition you…through a marathon of mind-breaking teasing. Wouldn’t you say so?”

  “Trent, I am never going to run again,” I pleaded desperately. “Never. Ever.”

  “It’s you and me,” he told me.

  “That’s
right. You and me.”

  “Forever?”

  “Forever.”

  I didn’t even realize what I was saying until after I’d spoken the words, but I gasped with understanding.

  Did he mean that?

  Did he want me to stay forever?

  I didn’t have time to dwell on this, because suddenly, his cock slammed hard into me.

  My body was driven over the edge as he began furiously fucking me, his weight pushing down over me.

  He was fiddling with something briefly to the side, and then the back to my chair collapsed down.

  With a slight, padded thud, I realized that I was on my back, my bindings still securing me in place, and he was pushing down on top of me. His majestic, furious cock was penetrating me, over and over, again and again…

  And I almost immediately came harder than I thought was humanly possible.

  My brain practically whited out in complete, ethereal bliss as the punishing string of climaxes robbed me of all rational thought. The intense collective release left a tremendous ache all across my body. It was only as I began regaining my senses that I realized my tension had loosened my bindings.

  Within an instant, I’d ripped my wrists free and thrown myself up from him, tearing the blindfold from my eyes.

  As I glared down at Trent, sitting up to face me, his surprise fell way to what was almost fear.

  “You look pissed,” he stammered out.

  With a snarl, I descended, shoving him onto his back on the unfolded patio chair, where I had just been lying.

  “MY TURN,” I furiously told him.

  Grabbing his long cock with my hand, I lowered myself down onto it.

  “You’ve been in control all this time…”

  I moaned hungrily, feeling the overwhelming power of his cock slipping deep inside me. With a deep gasp, I struggled to keep my mind clear.

  “…And now, I’m in control. Because you and I… We are partners now. Equals.”

  Trent’s lip curled, but he didn’t contest this.

  I lowered myself down hard onto his cock, and we both shuddered together with pleasure.

  “And that means, from now on…we’re on the same page, you and I…”

  I thrust down again.

  “No secrets…”

  And again.

  “No fears…”

  And again.

  “No running away.”

  Trent’s fingertips dug deep into my skin as he threw his head back in ecstasy. I don’t think he remembered what it was like to relinquish even a tiny bit of control.

  “You and me, Angel,” he whispered seductively. “You and me against the fucking world.”

  “That’s right,” I murmured, leaning forward to grasp onto his shoulders. I rolled my hips into his, and he thrust up to meet my movements. “You and I are a team. And from this point on… I won’t run, and you won’t control. We’ll be a force to be reckoned with.”

  “You’re goddamn right,” he smiled.

  I leant down, sealing the promise with a kiss. It wasn’t a hungry, lustful kiss between us – but that doesn’t mean it was any less passionate than any other kiss we’d ever had.

  As we pulled away, we were in a different world together.

  We were unified.

  We were one.

  We were together, in body and mind.

  “Are you ready for this?” I whispered.

  “Show me what you’ve got,” he grinned cockily.

  I rolled my hips down against his again, harder than ever, and he practically let loose in the instant.

  “For the rest of tonight, I’m calling the shots,” I told him. “And you’re going to be okay with that.”

  “I already am.”

  “Good,” I cooed, rocking against his body.

  And for the rest of the night, we didn’t fuck. We weren’t at it like hungry, ravenous teenagers, sloppily banging with complete, animalistic abandon.

  Instead…

  We made wild, passionate, furious love.

  And it was the second-best night of my life.

  As for the best night…

  One Year Later

  As I nodded tearfully with what must have been a ridiculously goofy smile, the roomful of pop stars and rock musicians burst into thunderously cheerful applause. Trent, happier than I had ever seen him, almost fumbled the ring as he slipped it up onto my finger.

  Living with a mega rockstar for twelve months had been an enlightening experience. I’d adjusted to his world now – the endless promos, the record deals, even the paparazzi.

  Trent Masters and the Whiplash dissolved a few weeks after we arrived back home, citing “creative differences.”

  Of course, I knew what really happened.

  It had ended with split lips and broken bones.

  The other musicians were off doing their own thing – the last I’d heard of them, they had tried to pull together a new band with pair of new singers, but were inwardly struggling to define their sound. It wasn’t looking hopeful.

  And that was before dreadlocked Waylon wound up with possible charges of sex with a fan just below the age of consent. It was still inconclusive, but from what Trent had told me… it was probably inevitable.

  Trent, meanwhile, had rescued his old bassist from that fate. Terence, ever quiet and studious, was a talented professional of several instruments. With Trent on vocals, acoustic, and electric guitar, Terence handled bass, piano, and occasionally violin duties.

  But they still needed a third.

  I politely declined when they originally approached me to play drums. I didn’t have any professional training, but they were convinced that my ability to keep rhythm was all I needed to get started. I practiced day and night…

  Turned out, it worked. The two of them kept throwing out words like “a natural” and “drumming prodigy”, but I didn’t really believe any of that. I wanted this, and these days, I was willing to work hard and take what I wanted.

  Together, we called ourselves The Tonic Electronic, quickly striking out a single that surprisingly found its way onto on the Billboard Top Ten. A few months later came our debut EP, up for critical acclaim and routine radio play.

  I just liked the feel of the drumsticks in my hands. Although we knew we weren’t going to tour much, I loved knowing that I was onstage with my lover and our friend – making music that drew large, dedicated crowds.

  It didn’t hurt that, while I completely trusted Trent, I got to watch him routinely turn down thirsty, lustful groupies and send them towards our very grateful stud of a musician.

  Trent’s repeat success had also drawn the attention of a major label veteran – and that friendship quickly blossomed into mentorship. Guided every step of the way, he was weeks away from formally debuting his own label, Whiplash Records.

  Not only were we self-representing, a couple of other singers wanting to go solo had already headhunted Trent to support them. He was just putting the finishing touches on the proper team of studio professionals to see their careers rise.

  Some of them were here this night, watching Trent propose to me. I’d naively thought this was some kind of a label pre-launch party, which is why I’d been surprised when other Top 40 musicians had been present.

  As the champagne popped, and musical celebrities came to offer their congratulations, I realized that I had found my place in the world – a place beside the man who had always looked out for me and kept the evil men in my life away.

  With that said, though, my distorted memories from before the accident were probably never going to come back…

  But you know what?

  I didn’t need them.

  This new life of mine that Trent and I had forged together was perfect, just the way that it was. And now, with his ring on my finger, I knew that we were going to be happy together for the rest of our lives… I even took the time to let Old Greg know about it… It just felt right.

  While we enjoyed the company of our friend
s, my fingers slipped into my pocket for my phone. I was going to make a post to Facebook for our fans to see. That’s when my fingers brushed against the folded sheet of paper – the results from my surprise exam earlier today.

  I hadn’t even told him my big surprise yet.

  Trent was going to be a daddy.

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