by Carmen Faye
“I've got training in an hour.”
“I don't think you'll have any trouble cumming before our time's up. Do you?” He pulled at her shorts and Darcy bumped her butt up enough to let him take them off her, and slide them down to her ankles. He removed them and placed them on the bed beside her with care. “Just lay back and take some time to unwind before you hit the road. Think of me as your new life coach.”
Darcy did lie back, and Speed looked down at her pretty little pussy. Her lips were only slight, and delicate as a barely blooming orchid. The way she smelled drove his cock harder and harder until it was pressing up against his pants firmly.
He kissed her at first, right on her center of pleasure. Then, he dove in, mouth open and tongue lashing before Darcy had had time to adjust to the sudden shift in stimulus. She gasped and then smiled profusely. “Wow. Oh, fuck.” Her hands twisted at the bed covers and pulled them up so they were taut between her body's weight and her grip. It was like she needed to anchor herself down so she didn't float away with the pleasure. Speed enjoyed that, knowing she wasn't able to control herself when he was doing his thing.
Darcy tasted like pure sex, and Speed wanted to keep going down on her all day. He knew she wouldn't ask him to stop until she'd gone at least once, so he made sure to get her steadily moving toward an orgasm. She finally did cum, hips thrusting up high and her feet writhing around on the carpet to stabilize her lower half. She grabbed his hair and held on tightly, like he would have asked her to do if his mouth had not been thoroughly occupied. “Fuck yes!” she cried out again and again.
Speed was as satisfied as could be when he was done. Darcy went to have a quick shower before her training needed to start. They'd cut it pretty close, but there would be enough time to get there. And it's not like he'd forced her to take her shorts off and get what she wanted. She’d probably been waiting for another round since the second her eyes opened. All that tough talk and being miss bossy? That was an act, and she certainly wasn’t the first to try and tame this bad boy. Oh, yes, this new arrangement was not only going to benefit everyone involved. It was going to be a whole lot of fun.
Speed would need to take care of some business first. There were still illegal operations that couldn't just be cut off, not without pissing off the wrong people. No, he wasn't about to just abandon the life of an MC president. This would be a gradual thing, and that meant getting the ball rolling as soon as possible. Whether or not his further plans were going to come together, he wasn't quite sure. He just needed to keep on riding along and stay focused. Darcy might be just what Speed had been needing for a long time, but he would have to wait to find out for sure.
Chapter Nine
After the amazing time Darcy and Speed had spent together, she was hot and bothered waiting for another chance to see him. That afternoon, which had turned into a restful evening, was the hottest thing that’d ever happened to her.
The funny thing was, it might have been the most romantic, too, in an odd way. God, how depressing, she thought. Darcy was in the bath after a long day of training. There was still enough time to enjoy those luxuries, at least on occasion. Hell, it was almost a mandatory thing for Darcy to unwind. Otherwise she would probably wind up going crazy and find herself in the nut house instead of on the racetrack.
She was relaxing in the tub, a light surface of citrus and berry-scented bubbles hovering just about the water line. They clung around her and it was comforting, and she wondered how much better it could be if Speed were still there. Better still, if she’d gotten herself all worked up over a man who was more likely to stick around and treat her well. And she’d already touched herself to the thought of him fucking her once during that bath. It was the only way she’d now been able to relax and enjoy the warming water without getting hornier by the minute.
Something was definitely changing inside of Darcy, but the depressing part was the person she was changing for. Did he even care about her? Had he even taken a second out of his day to think about her? As more than just a business proposition anyway?
So, this biker had given her both the hottest and maybe even the most romantic time of her life. And all without seeming to give it much effort. Was that sad? Maybe. It could be the starting of something great, though. Darcy wasn’t a quitter, so she intended to find out where it would go. Things might turn to crap, but she was a tough girl. She could take it.
No one in her life understood this all when Darcy tried to explain it to them. She was practically too embarrassed to share the details anyway, with most people. There was her friend Beck, who had been travelling the world that past year. They hadn’t seen each other face-to-face for a good eight or so months, but Darcy still felt close to her. Nearly as close as she did with Aubrey. There was also the fact that Beck had always seemed sort of wiser, if not actually more mature.
After drying herself off and throwing on a bathrobe, Darcy decided to give Beck a call. It was always difficult to know if she would be able to get in touch with her. She should still in Thailand, if Darcy was remembering that correctly, unless she’d already moved on and gone someplace else. So, she dialed, and the phone rang for a long time.
“Hello?” said Darcy when the ringing finally stopped. There was no one on the other end, but it was hard to know what kind of service she might get. “Beck? Are you there?” Still nothing. There was an odd, raspy sound, like someone had recorded radio static and then made a hundred bad copies of it on an old school cassette tape, until it was almost impossible to tell if there had been any sound to begin with. Maybe there was also a voice there under all of that, though. “Hello?” said Darcy again. “Damn it.” She hung up and retired to her bed to relax and check how her new blog posts were doing on her smartphone.
She started to feel tired, put her phone down and started drifting off. The sound of absolutely nothing, apart from some cars going by on the nearby road, and the ambient sound of the neighborhood, was relaxing. So much turmoil in her life left little time to simply be. Her phone rang, and Darcy grabbed it without thinking. The noise had jerked her out of the beginning of sleep, and it was startling. She answered without checking who it was first, by instinct. “Hello?”
“Hey, babe, what’s up?” came Beck’s voice. “You’ve been trying to get in touch with me? I didn’t wake you did I?”
“No, I was just chilling out. It’s not even dark outside yet.”
“So, you’ve got a lot going on,” said Beck. “I’ve been following your blog…and Aubrey called me a little while back.”
“That means you know about?”
“I know all about him. But maybe you can catch me up. I’m at the airport, the hotel by the airport actually. I was going to catch the next flight over to this beautiful looking resort on an island a few hours away. Looks like the weather had other ideas today.”
“That sounds amazing. Sometimes I wish I was there with you instead of working my ass off on the bike.”
“No you don’t. You’d love it, but I can’t imagine you ever giving up that dream, even for a million island resorts. So, tell me about this Speed guy. Does he have a tattoo on his dick, too?” She started to giggle in an uncontrollable way, like she was back in school or something. It was infectious and soon Darcy was laughing along with her. After that, Darcy filled Beck in on any of the details that Aubrey hadn’t already shared with her. That didn’t take too long, since Aubrey had a lot to say about it all.
“I wonder why she cares so much,” said Beck. “Does she have a thing for him or something?”
“I’m not sure what’s going through her head lately. You know how we’ve always thought that maybe there was something, well…you know?”
“Wrong with her pretty little head? I know exactly what you mean. To be honest, Aubrey sounded fine, like she’s doing well. I just don’t think she wants to lose her bestie to some biker who’s flashing cash around.”
“Does it seem like he might be up to something?” It sounded just like she had b
een duped into letting a hot and heavy motorcycle club president have his way with her—and on his terms, too, no less—right before he picked up and took off.
Well, it kind of sounded like that, because that’s what had literally happened. From the surface anyway, on paper, that’s how it had gone done. Darcy and Beck finally said goodbye, as the night had come along and it was time for bed. She went to sleep thinking about Speed, and how he might mess up her life. That was what everyone else seemed to be thinking about him, in the backs of their minds.
But Darcy saw a softness in Speed, no matter how many nefarious activities the guy got up to, no matter how much of his tight and hard body was covered with expansive tattoo work. No, he didn’t just let himself bend for anyone like that. If he weren’t interested in Darcy for more than just a quick fling, he would have never offered her the deal.
The deal…
It might be the thing that could take her life from so-so, and propel it up into the cosmos! The only problem was, Darcy hadn’t seen the guy for some time now. Sure, he was still in touch, but that didn’t give her a whole lot of hope. On the other hand, he’d been making good on his offer to support her cycling: to sponsor her in exchange for Darcy helping to give The Wild Cards motorcycle club a good name in the eyes of the public.
Yes, that deal, the one that had been making her wake up during the night with a strange sweat. It was part worry, part excitement. No matter how tired she was, Darcy had been feeling totally revved up for some reason, even after a grueling day of training. And Steve had been working her hard as ever now that she had the sponsorship money to back her up and allow her to do it all the time.
A month went by and she hadn’t seen Speed in almost as long. No, the guy didn’t disappear like she almost suspected he might, and there had been no race fixing or anything like that. The guy was actually good to his word. He gave Darcy a big chunk of cash, more than enough money for all of her sponsorship needs, and then he had to go out of town on business.
“I can’t believe it,” Steve had said to her. “Do you have any idea where that money probably came from?”
“You want me to win, don’t you? We’re not doing anything illegal. A sponsor wants to pay us to advertise their good image, and that’s all I’m doing.” Darcy had made her point in a very convincing way.
It was hard for her gruff but passionate coach to argue with that. When she was able to buy all new equipment, including a top of the line bicycle with all the extras, Steve had practically jumped for joy. Darcy had naturally gone with him to buy her new bike. That was a funny site to see, a grown man who used to be in the military, acting like a child in a candy store.
“You have no idea how much you can improve when you have the same equipment as the big boys,” he’d said. “This is just going to level the playing field, though, mind you. Now you have the best – just like the rest of them. The winning is going to up to you. But I know you’ll do it!” He’d even carried the bike out of the store for her, and promised to give it a thorough going over before training the next morning.
Speed had also been texting her every other day or so, too. He would send things like “How’s my sexy investment?” or “Keeping up the training?” and “So, what’s it like having the money to match your skills?” Sometimes they were fairly business-like messages, and then he’d throw in little remarks that made her want him bad. “You keeping yourself limber?” was one of her favorites.
Darcy couldn’t explain why she was so caught up with Speed, but she had her suspicions. They say all women want a bad boy, but surely that was only bad girls, and maybe the ones who were naïve enough to think they could turn a bad egg into a good one.
Most of Darcy’s free time had been going into training. She’d never been in such peak condition, but, on the same hand, she’d also never been as tired before either. At nights, she’d also been fulfilling her obligation to The Wild Cards to help improve their image. That was taking the form of regular blog postings. Her blog had been set up years earlier, because ‘everyone needs to have a blog to make it.’ That was just another way to try to impress the overly choosey sponsors, and they still didn’t pick her. Now, she was writing about bicycle and motorcycle club culture, in addition to updating fans about her training. The aim was to just slide in the MC stuff at first, so it didn’t look odd. Eventually, she would be known for an advocate of all riders, whether using motor or pedal, being part of the same group.
Besides, the guys in Speed’s club apparently did do some legitimate work already. Yeah, there was a whole lot of other stuff she just didn’t want to think about, but some of them were mechanics, and they actually did a good job, apparently. Maybe it was a way to justify how shitty they were to people the rest of the time. Okay, so they weren’t volunteering to feed the poor and homeless, but at least there was possibly a way she could make the public think they weren’t thugs and criminals. Because, she had to face it, that’s who they really were; Speed wasn’t exempt from that unfortunate description. Whatever the reason, it was pretty easy to make them look respectable and legitimate, so long as Darcy only ever wrote about the good things.
Speed finally texted her about a month after their deal was made and said he’d be coming back to Denver soon. She asked if he’d let her write up profiles for each of his guys when he got back from wherever the hell he’d been. It didn’t take anything to convince him. In fact, he seemed to think it was a great idea. There was also the slight chance that he was so eager because he was looking forward to seeing Darcy again. “Yeah right,” she huffed as she read through their text conversation again.
She secretly wondered if he’d been sleeping with other women and, if so, how many. That was stupid, she knew. He was probably with another woman the very same day he’d made the deal with her, after he’d been on her and she’d ridden his dick hard before training. Thinking about that kind of thing just made her sigh. It was never very upsetting, because her expectations for Speed had started out so very low, even while he’d been acting all mushy after their erotic hot tub session had come to a conclusion weeks earlier.
Chapter Ten
Business was going well, really well. Speed had only gone out of town for a month to take care of deals with some regular associates. Yeah, he wanted the club to clean up their image, but money didn’t make itself. No one got anywhere in life without getting their hands dirty. So, he sold a few pounds of this, helped move a few truckloads of that, did the usual rounds out in the shady little towns that made being on the road such a thrill. It was always good to get away from the same old Denver streets, and change up the scenery for a few weeks or so.
And, man, there was always the best pussy in those Podunk towns. Maybe it was because they got bored being stuck out there, or more likely, they just loved Speed’s hot lovin’. But he sure did a lot of good fucking whenever he left the city. A few times, he found himself wanting to pick up the phone and have a conversation with Darcy. He wouldn’t let himself, of course. So, he texted her instead, usually just asking about how his new investment was going. And if she was telling the truth —which he believed she was — there was a sure champion in the making. It was going to mean a whole lot of good publicity for his boys and their club. That only meant the money would keep rolling in. It might mean a goodbye to the out of town business trips that he’d becoming accustomed to, but there was nothing stopping a man taking his wheels wherever he liked, business or not.
On one night in a little dive bar called The Belle’s End, he was getting his dick sucked by a couple of nice and nasty bitches in the bathroom. They were both amateur porn “actresses” who also had drug addictions. If there was a type of woman Speed liked hanging around better, he was yet to meet one. And it always made him laugh how they thought they were going to make it big in the porn industry. Maybe they would, if they got extremely, super lucky. The thing was, they barely had a brain between them. As for business sense, they were severely lacking any of that either.
It was almost a shame, not that Speed really gave much of a shit about their future career prospects. The shame was that they really did have the talent to make it, if that’s what they truly wanted to do. They worked his cock like their lives depended on it, and any other man would have quickly called that the best night of his entire life, past and future. But Speed had been balls deep in a lot of extra fun situations, so that just ranked up there among some of the better ones.
If he thought they were the type of women to actually follow through with their goals and keep striving until they succeeded, he would have helped them out with some business. There was a lot of money in the porn industry, and he could probably talk them into “practicing” on his boys. They would have absolutely loved that, as well – good for morale, too, a little professional quality action from some young and hopefuls. But they were just too vague in the head, and didn’t seem like they’d ever followed through on anything, or achieved anything in their lives. They were nothing compared to Darcy. But shit, why was he thinking about her? She was a great chick, hot as hell, hot in a more natural and pure way. These sluts could never hope to attain that, try as they might. But they were going more for the cheap and plastic look anyway.