Bad & Bold - A 7 Book Bad Boy Romance Collection!

by Rhodes, Ashley

  I grinned. I would’ve had a pickup if I had been able to find one I could afford. “Mister biker detective.”

  He was proud of himself, happy to surprise me. He patted the seat behind him. “So we are both here. You want to go for a ride, get your sweet ass up on this fucking bike.”

  I got on.

  You'll notice I didn't ask where his girl was. I didn't care and didn’t want to even mention her. I didn't care where his buddies were either. He sent them on ahead maybe. That didn’t have a thing to do with me. What mattered was my ass on the bike behind him, and when he kicked that big machine into life and I wrapped my arms around him. Right then I knew everything I needed to know. He cranked the throttle and flew out of the parking and into in the joy of the here and now.

  Instead of getting on the freeway, Henry pulled onto a two-lane blacktop. I pressed my tits against his warm back and felt the glow of the moon wrap us up in its magic. He rode fast. The dotted white line turned into a heady blur, turning the ordinary into the surreal. The feeling of speed did its magic, turning me on, and my hands seemed to gravitate down his body to his crotch. I managed to get his jeans unzipped and he shifted his body to help me free his hard cock, to wrap my fingers around it and stroke that magnificent son of a bitch as we flew through the early morning. As he grew hard, memories of holding Barney's prick like this, while we roared down some dark highway, flooded back. Henry definitely had a bigger cock and I was already imagining it inside me. My body was emotional jello—I was in heaven.

  He pulled off the road on a hill at the outskirts of town. The moon and stars made it a shadowy and mysterious place as we got off the bike, my whole body vibrating, singing with pleasure. Without a word, Henry bent me over his bike, my hands on the seat and my ass in the air. The heat from the engine, the smell of gasoline and oil surrounded me as he raised the hem of my waitress uniform, pulled the crotch of my panties to the side and brought that magnificent hard prick to part my pussy lips. While I looked out into the shadowy road, seeing headlights in the distance, the heat of his cock filled my pussy, with that big cock giving me that wonderful stuffed feeling. He rested a hand on the small of my back and rocked it into me, not so hard but steady, and it felt as good as anything I've felt in my life and I told him so.

  He leaned over me, his breath warm on my neck, his cock throbbing in my pussy. He rocked gently, just staying hard and deep in me. “So your old man is doing hard time?”

  “He's in for murder.”

  He chuckled and grabbed my hips. “Well it wouldn’t be right to make you suffer, going without the joy of a hard cock—whatever shit he pulled isn’t your fault. It’s a good thing old Henry came along when he did to stuff Trudy’s twat for her.”

  “Fuck yes.”

  With that, he really began reaming me. The man had stamina. I’d expected him to come soon. Maybe he’d made his girl suck him off before he sent the group off. I didn’t care. Whatever made it happen was a good thing. “There’s little in this world like the joy of fucking by moonlight,” he sighed.

  I had to agree. The smell of sex and gasoline, the moon and stars, the feel of his hard cock were a lusty combination I hadn’t experienced in way too long. His thrusts grew harder; we shook the bike and at first I thought we might knock it over, but it held and then everything settled into a nice rhythm punctuated by his deep grunts and my little oohs that accompanied each thrust. Just before he came, I thought I heard him humming, but then I lost my hearing. My senses overloaded as the searing heat of his cum flooded my pussy.

  We stayed that way for a bit, with the night air cooling our skin. When he stood up, he told me to undress. I wasn’t going to hesitate. Whatever he had in mind, I was up for it. I dropped the waitress uniform and then pulled down my panties. He held out his hand and I handed them to him. He tossed the panties in the bushes, then put my uniform in his saddlebags.

  He got out a joint and we smoked it, sitting on that badass bike of his. When we were finished, he took off his pants and led me to the grass where he sat down and leaned against a tree. He lit another joint. I took a big hit, then sat next to him and passed it back. He put an arm around me and played with my tits. After a time he started getting hard again. I reached for that growing stalk of flesh, trying to picture how it would have looked in my pussy, shooting sticky goo inside me. He touched my face. “Suck my cock while I finish this doobie and then we'll go to your place and continue this little party.”

  I thought that was the best offer I’d had in a long time. I bent my face down, smelling him, the grass he was smoking, and my own pussy juice on his cock. I smelled them all and then I tasted them, putting out my tongue to lick his cock in long strokes that I could tell pleased him. Only then did I open my mouth, take that warm meat between my lips and start sucking. I didn't rush. He wasn't rigid yet, and I could tell he wanted it to be mellow, build up slow, get his pecker ready to pop and hold it there for a while— right up to that magic moment when he’d blow his cork.

  I sensed him getting close; his body tensed and he put his hand on the back of my head, making sure I took all of his cock in my mouth so I’d swallow his cum. I eased up a bit then, teasing, enjoying his moaning. “Now bitch,” he said and held my head there. He wanted to come now, so I cupped his balls, caressing them in one hand while I stroked him with the other, my mouth teasing the bulbous head of hi cock. The ripple of pleasure that ran through him as he came in my mouth was awesome.

  He pulled my head down on his cock and made me gag on his cum. That was part of the fun for him, watching his cum dribbling out of my mouth as I choked. Then he tucked his fingers under my chin and lifted my face and rubbed the cum on my chin and cheeks into my face. Yeah, Henry liked that.

  Henry put his pants on and we got back to the bike. My clothes were still in the saddlebags so I climbed on naked, getting behind him, holding onto his body. He headed out on the highway with that big bastard of a bike throbbing between my legs and Henry’s cum wetting the leather seat. As he retraced our route back past the diner, I whispered directions. We rode past the truck stop, by the strip mall, and turned up the dirt road that led to my trailer. The feel of the air on my skin, knowing that the headlights of passing cars would let drivers see me stark naked, turned me on.

  By the time I opened the door to my shitty trailer and let him in, I was horny, needing to be fucked hard. I went to the fridge to get Henry a beer, which is sort of biker foreplay. Henry was apparently getting into it too, because when I opened the door he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He had a hand on my pussy and I held onto that crappy old fridge, the cold spilling out over my naked body as he undid his pants. I heard the magic of the zipper going down and then felt the heat of his cock between my legs, pressing between the lips of my pussy. I moaned. Even though he’d fucked me good before, I wanted his cock in me again that bad.

  And he gave it to me. We rocked the goddamn fridge when he rammed into me, knocking over bottles and whatever the fuck was in the thing. My face was against the door to the little freezer as he fucked me. I came before he did, with me screaming because it felt so damn good and because I figured it would turn him on more. Either it did or he was just ready to come, because he started shooting his cream inside my hot little cunt.

  We finally got around to drinking a beer after that. Then he undressed, which I liked because a lot of guys would be finished by then. Henry had real stamina, and managed to do get hard again. “Let’s finish our trip around Trudy,” he said, carrying me to my bed where he put me on my knees. While I held on to the headboard, he slipped into me from behind and was fucking me again, but then he pulled out. “I love a tight ass fuck on the first date,” he said, and I felt his slippery cock burn into my asshole. He took his damn time in there, slow fucking my ass and getting me to finger myself. “I want you to come while I’m in your ass,” he said. I rubbed my clit like there was no tomorrow, knowing that this kind of fucking didn’t come often. When my body started thrash
ing he was pumping hot seed up my back door.

  Then we fell asleep.

  The light woke me and I saw he was looking at me.”

  “I have to catch up with the clan.”

  “Want me to make some breakfast before you go? I could feed you.”

  He laughed. “I’d rather feed you,” he said. He grabbed me by the hair and fucked my face. I didn't know one guy could make so much cum.

  Then he dressed, pinched my tits, and rode off.

  It wasn’t until he was gone that I remember my car was still sitting at the diner. I was stuck without a ride and I needed the work. I made some calls and wound up catching a ride from Kathy, another waitress who lived in a double wide a but further down the dirt road than mine. Her husband, Dutch, had a big, bright orange muscle car, and he seemed happy enough to swing by that afternoon. I didn’t care for him much. The way he leered at me gave me the creeps. It wasn’t because he was probably fifty or because he was married, but he just seemed sleazy.

  I didn't figure I’d see Henry again. If he’d asked me to go with him I would’ve in a heartbeat. I’m sure he knew that, but I was nothing more to him than some strange pussy—a fun night. Somewhere up the road he had a girl he liked, and maybe more than one. With him taking out time to spend the night with me, she’d worry and it was a sure bet that she’d double her efforts to please him. If there was anything he wanted her to do that she hadn’t been willing to do, going off with me would remind her that she was replaceable.

  That's how these guys think, and mostly they're right.

  I knew something else though—and it was just about me. As much as I enjoyed being with Henry that night, as much fun as Barney and I had, a lot of the real attraction for a girl like me was the life. I did everything Henry wanted because I had hoped he might ask me to go with him and being on that big nasty bike, roaring down the open road just fucking turns me on. Any number of guys are great fucks; I’ve been with a number of hunks who could make me come. What I wanted was a man who could fuck like Henry and wanted to take me on his bike on a never-ending road trip.

  Hey, a girl can have fantasies, right?

  * * *

  I felt a huge letdown after Henry. That’s the problem with having a real high, whether it’s a life experience or a trip—when you settle down again, normal life seems even more dull than it had before. So when the pleasant humming in my bones faded, I was back waiting tables and watching my bank account shrinking. I lived cheap, but was still paying off Barney’s lawyers so I wouldn’t lose the trailer. They’d put a lien on the damn thing. It wasn’t much, but it was about all I had, and paying rent would suck.

  One evening I met a guy I liked. It was a slow night and while he ate cheeseburger and beer we talked. He was a good looking guy and drove a big rig coast to coast. He just went back and forth, trying to keep his turnaround time down. “I want to make enough money to pay this rig off. You don’t do that sitting still. Besides, I really like being on the road.”

  That was something I could relate to. Making runs back and forth in a semi wasn’t exactly being on the road on a big old hog, but it wasn’t better than spending night after night in a diner watching everyone else pass through. It hurt to see them come in, eat, get back in the car and move on. At that moment, I could see being with a guy like that as an improvement over my current life and it seemed like he was offering.

  “I’m spending the night in the overnight section of the truck stop in slot A10. I’ve got some dope.” He grinned. “If you were to come by, we might have some fun.”

  I didn’t have a better offer, so when I got off work I wandered over to join him. He was waiting, and more eager than he wanted to let on.

  Overall, it wasn’t a bad night. I’ve had lots worse. I liked him well enough and we smoked his dope and talked. He got a little touchy feely and we went back into his sleeping compartment and had a decent fuck. Nothing exciting, and I like guys a bit more aggressive than this one, but he got hard and I rode his cock, pacing it so I could get off before he spent, knowing he wouldn’t be good for more than once. Afterwards, he started talking about me going with him. I’m not sure he thought it through, but I gave it some serious thought. I didn’t have any ties. If I split the lawyers would take the trailer and I’d lose my credit rating, but I doubted I had one that was above zero anyway so it wasn’t an issue. My one concern was sex. I doubted this guy was going to keep me happy in the sex arena and I didn’t figure he’d like it if I wandered either. Sex is important to me, but still, it was an honest offer, and an option. He wanted company in the form of a girl who would fuck him; he would cover my expenses and I’d get to be out on the highway, even if not the way I dreamed. The biggest problem was he had to hit the road and I needed time to think. Something made me think this wouldn’t be the best possible choice.

  “When do you come back through here?” I asked.

  “About a week, if I can get a load. A little longer if I pick up some short hauls.”

  “What if you plan on stopping here on your next time through and if the offer is still good I promise to have an answer.”

  “I’m good with that.”

  We went in the diner and he bought me breakfast, then we went back to his truck and I gave him a blow job. When he drove off I went home and cleaned up, slept a bit and got up. When I went back to work at the diner I was still thinking about it. Like I said, I wasn’t exactly over the top about him or the life, but maybe…

  “You shouldn’t be giving it away,” Kathy said to me in the back room. We had lockers where we kept our purses and coats while we worked. She was a stocky brunette with a pasty complexion. Her sister Nancy, who was a little older but looked a lot like her, worked at the gas station. Nancy lived with Kathy and Dutch in the trailer, and I thought that would have to be uncomfortable or at least awkward.

  “Giving it away?”

  “I saw you go to the rig of that trucker after work.”

  “So what’s it to you?”

  She smiled. “I wasn’t criticizing, but I know you got to need money what with your old man in jail and you not making shit working here.”

  That was true enough. “And?”

  “You can make the guys pay for it. I get customers a lot nicer than that idiot you were with.”

  I had known that Kathy turned tricks once in awhile. I’d seen her give a trucker a blow job in the parking lot more than once and it wasn’t motivated by love. “Why are you suggesting I compete with you?”

  She grinned. “What I meant is you could work with me.”

  I laughed. “Right. Why wouldn’t I just do it myself.”

  “Look, I get a bit of cash from the guys who come in here, but the best customers are the ones Dutch gets me. He hangs out at the strip club and meets guys with cash who are looking for action. He brings them to the trailer for Nancy or me.”

  “Sounds like you have it covered.”

  “Except he called because he’s got a couple of guys who want to come to our place after work for a party and Nancy called him from the emergency ward. She fell and broke her arm.”

  I laughed. “I can’t believe your husband pimps for you.” I pictured Dutch and his sleazy grin. “I can’t see doing anyone he dragged home.”

  She grabbed my arm. “Please. He finds good guys and you can earn some decent money.”

  Okay, so I asked and when she told me how much, I had to give it serious thought. Not that it was a fortune, but with what I made, even with tips, it would make a difference. And it was cash under the table—enough that I could catch up on my bills, at least.

  I told her I’d think about it. She wasn’t a great friend so I was sure know she talked to the other girls, probably before she talked to me. Unfortunately, of the girls working there, most either weren’t gonna do it or looked like shit. I kept picturing my bank account. Finally told her I’d do it. “Once.”

  “Great.” She took out her cell phone and called Dutch to give him the news. She took a
photo of me and sent it to him, so he could show it to the clients. It made me feel sorta stupid, but there you go. I wasn’t sure about any of it to tell the truth, but when cash was low I’d wondered what it was like to screw for money, and here was a chance to find out.

  So after work I drove home to change and shower. I put on a nice blouse with no bra and panties, a short skirt and heels. I poured myself a straight shot to make it all seem like a better idea than it was then drove up the hill to their double-wide. About the same time I got there, Dutch drove up with two guys. I sat in my car and took a look. They were okay. Neither of them old or ugly, so I got out and we all went inside. Their clothes made me think they were more upmarket guys than I’d expected. I’d figured construction workers and these were probably junior execs out on the town, looking for a fun time cheating on their wives.

  The introduction, with the guys feeling Kathy and me up a bit, and the arrangements were settled in the living room. One guy would go with me in Nancy’s room, and Kathy would shag the other guy in her bedroom. Then we’d all have drinks and see what happened next. If the guys were interested and could get it up, for an extra fee they could swap. Dutch insisted on money for the first round in advance.

  After they paid, the guys looked at each other and decided to flip a coin, with the one who called it right going with Kathy and the other with me. I got the taller one, not that there was much difference between them. I smiled at him. “Go on in and I’ll be right there. I gotta take care of something first.”

  He hesitated but decided to be a good boy and do what he was told.

  When he left, I held out my hand. “Since we are on a cash in advance program, I want mine now.”

  “You don’t trust me.” He looked pained.