by Carmen Faye
Also…there was hope that he really was different than the rest of these guys. Time was still needed for him to show his true colors, one way or another. Until then, Darcy was perfectly content with maintaining the illusion that Speed was genuinely the criminal with a heart of gold, a guy who was just misunderstood by society. Even if he turned out to be anything but quality dating material, the sex was too hot to let go of so soon. She would hold onto that for as long as she could do so in somewhat good conscience.
It was quite welcome when Speed had insisted on tagging along to the interviews. He was probably just looking to keep an eye on how everything went, to take care of his investment. "Is that going to be a problem for you? I hope I'm not too much of a distraction," he said to her.
"I'm glad you want to come along actually. I'm not a journalist or anything. I only have the blog because every other rider has one, as well. Seems like more people have them than don't these days. I never use the thing." She took a sip of her chai, having been free from caffeine since she started taking this training thing seriously. Speed was enjoying a short black with cream. It was a little frustrating to see someone having those little luxuries that most people took for granted.
They had met up at a coffee place near Darcy's house to discuss it, after she had been training hard for the day. It was nice to have someone who wanted to hang out in the evenings, but she was usually pretty tired. That was just a part of the physical exertion that came along with cycling, though. She needed to push through it and keep her personal life going strong alongside the training.
"Don't worry about it," Speed said after he'd swallowed a mouthful of his steaming coffee, and licked a little bit of cream from the corner of his mouth. "My guys can be very civil when they need to. I'm not going to let you talk to absolutely all of them either. You gotta have a good sense of diplomacy to get to the top in a motorcycle club, just like any other competitive institution."
"Ooh, are they going to use words like 'institution,' as well? Maybe I could pass a few of them off as brainiacs, win over the whole nerd crowd that never wants anything to do with athletic events."
"You're a very funny girl, Darcy. But I have to admit I'm not interested in you for your sense of humor."
"That's good, otherwise I'd be in real trouble. Admit it, though: you also want to come along to make sure your guys don't mess this up, right?"
"Of course," he replied. Any good leader would want to make sure his people didn’t say or do anything stupid during an interview that would go public.
He would probably ask her to edit a bunch of stuff out, so Darcy wasn’t anticipating this to be totally transparent. She just hoped he wouldn’t ask her to blatantly lie, at least not too much.
Darcy liked a challenge, though, even if it wasn't a physical one.
The next morning, before heading to the first interview, Darcy needed to get to training. She was always feeling ready for that. One of the biggest perks of living and training in Denver was the high altitude. It was possible for her to cycle through the mountains and get a better workout than her competition. Why? Because the thinner oxygen up there forced her lungs to work even harder to get what they needed. That resulted in a big boost when she went back down to sea level to race. Some people might say it was going overboard to worry about that sort of thing, but the rest of the riders going after winning the Tour de France were sure to be considering every tiny detail.
Darcy and Speed took her car to the mouth of the canyon, where she was going to train. Steve still had her bicycle, as he liked to check it over after each practice to make sure it was well taken care of. He’d seemed almost possessive of it, like the cycle belonged to him.
“You should really start keeping your bike at your place, Darcy. It’s yours, right? I can take care of it for you just as well as Steve.”
“He’s just helping me out, Speed. You’ve got enough to do, but this is his job.”
“Well, I think he’s being a dickhead lately. I don’t know how much more of his crap I can stand by and watch.”
“You guys are both as stubborn as each other.”
“I’m not stubborn. I can go with the flow… I just don’t like seeing this guy act like a strict father to you. He doesn’t own you. It's kind of creepy if you ask me."
“Thank you for worrying about me,” Darcy replied. She blushed a little bit and then changed the topic happily when they came around a bend and saw Steve waiting with Darcy’s cycle, standing beside his little van.
It was a pretty modest and practical thing. He would use it to ride ahead and keep pace for Darcy. When they pulled up beside Steve, Darcy noticed that he looked upset. As she walked up to him, it was clear Steve was pissed off about something. He glared at Speed, too.
“What the hell’s going on here?” Steve said. “Why are you brining this guy along to training? You’re not in high school with your latest crush coming to watch you cheerlead. If you’re not going to take this seriously, I will quit.”
"Hang on a minute, Steve," Darcy replied firmly. "You are way out of line trying to tell me how I should be living my life! You're not my father, and you don't own me." It hurt her to say anything like that to him, and stopping herself from backing down was tough. Luckily, it wasn't in her nature to back down, no matter who confronted her.
"I just don't want you to fuck this up because you've got the hots for some cheap thug with too many tattoos."
Speed had been called worse in life and Darcy knew it, but she couldn’t deny that she was happy he was still sitting in the car, hopefully unable to hear everything that was going on. She knew he could see the tension, though, and she knew she needed to diffuse the situation.
"Steve, I'm not going to ruin this. I'm at my absolute peak, and you damn well know it! Let's stop this."
But Steve was shaking his head and pacing back and forth in a tiny area in front of her. He was obviously nervous and had been thinking about this argument, the things he'd say and how he wasn't going to let himself be talked down. "You don't know how much I've put into your training," he said, shaking his head and rubbing his hand over his chin as though in deep thought. "You're just like all those other stupid riders who didn't know what was good for them. I can't believe you're letting this guy take over our training. Now, listen here, Darcy."
"What?" she said with a cold edge to the word. "You tell me what you think I should listen to, Steve. You seem to want to have control over me. What's your big plan? Did you find a way to get me a sponsor, huh? I didn't even have a new bike before Speed came along, so what was your plan?"
"I'm your coach, and I'm the one who's calling the shots," he yelled at her. It seemed like he wanted to get physical, but Darcy was sure — almost — that Steve would never do something like that, especially not with Speed there. At least, she really hoped he wouldn’t. But then did something that was totally out of character: he shoved her. It wasn’t hard, but the act itself was aggressive without being very forceful. “You got that?”
Speed was true to that nickname, and jumped in between them like a flash of lightning. He moved so quickly that Steve didn’t even realize the guy had gotten out of the car. In seconds, Speed had slammed Steve down on the hood — hard. It was all so effortless that Darcy didn't even realize how much force there must have been behind those movements, not until she'd had more time to think it over.
“Never touch her again, Steve, you got that?” Speed said.
“What the fuck’s wrong with you?” said the older man through huffs of rage and heavy breathing. “I’m going to kill you!”
Speed pushed down harder, with Steve’s arm behind his bank, wrenching at it. “I’ll break your arm if I don’t hear you say it right now. You’re going to leave Darcy alone, and you’ll never touch her again. Right?” Speed was cool and collected in the way he spoke. If someone had been hearing this all, without actually seeing what was happening, they would assume the biker boss was just sitting on an armchair, calmly telling someone
off in an odd way. Steve let out a little scream that was pathetic and frightening to hear from a grown man who was in the Army.
“Okay, okay. I promise!” He wriggled around like he was hoping to break free.
“Promise what, you piece of shit?” Speed looked like he was just about to break Steve’s arm completely off, but still stayed calm. He didn't have the slightest bit of pity about him, and acted like he was just taking care of business, taking out the trash.
“I’ll never touch Darcy again. I’m sorry, Darcy!”
Speed let him go, but stood over him as he collected himself, and cradled his sore arm. “Get the fuck out of here,” Speed said. “If you break that promise, I’ll break your neck.”
Steve didn’t say another word. He just got in his car, leaving Darcy’s cycle behind, and drove off quickly. Darcy didn’t do anything that whole time, didn’t move or speak. She was horrified by it all, but compelled in a way that she didn’t want to think about just yet. She was actually turned on by the total power and control Speed had shown in protecting her.
“I’d love to rip your clothes off,” she said to Speed, “but I really need to start training. I guess I don’t have a coach anymore… Can you drive ahead and keep pace for me? It’s not hard. Steve did it, and he spent most of the time complaining about not having a sponsor."
"Seems like he was holding you back."
"I never thought about it before. I guess I was glad to have a coach at all. So, do you think you could fill in and help me train?"
“Sure thing, sweetheart.”
Chapter Fourteen
Darcy snapped straight into training mode as soon as she got onto her new, expensive cycle. It wasn't as though she turned into a different person. It was more like she came into her true element when her gorgeous butt was on her bike. Boy, how any guy alive would love to change places with that seat, too. Speed switched continuously between his fledgling infatuation for Darcy, and wanting to do the most degrading things to her, and to have her do such things to him. It would have been fucked up to tell her about, but that was just another part of being male, really.
He respected her like crazy, but also viewed her as a highly sexual creature who he wanted to tame. How to go about taming her without breaking her, that was the really tricky part. She was like a bat out of hell on those two wheels, making great time. He kept up the pace for her, just like she had asked him to. As far as Speed could tell, he was doing it properly. That was far from one of his areas of expertise, but he was almost as good on four wheels as he was on two. Driving along at an even speed and making sure she was being pushed without needing to go faster than she was able didn't take much practice to perfection.
Speed wondered if that was what Steve mostly did, and if the guy got much money for being a coach. He didn't spare the guy a lot of thought, and had not asked any other questions about him from Darcy. Steve was a piece of trash who needed to stay away forever, and that was what Speed was going to see happened. He put that out of his mind, watching Darcy work those pedals, her tight legs motoring around in circles, propelling her along that difficult road.
It gave Speed a semi-hard dick just watching Darcy train. She was a total machine, and he was always thinking of fun ways he’d like to fuck her. The problem was that they hadn’t had enough opportunity to do all those things, yet. There was the all-important matter of business to take care of, and that was what came first.
After training, they went back to Speed’s hotel room and showered, separately. It made more sense to do it together, since they both knew it was time to have sex soon anyway. But Darcy insisted that the after training shower was part of her routine, and she wanted to have the time and solitude to cool down, reflect, do some stretching, and all that. That was fair. Speed quickly hit the shower first, so she could take all the time in the world to do whatever she had to do.
The second she was out that bathroom door, he said to her, “Put that perfect butt right on my face,” he said. “I’ve got a craving for something sweet.” He was happy with how he'd worded that, and knew Darcy was going to say yes before she even replied. He'd never gotten dressed after his shower, and didn't bother to cover himself up with a towel or anything like that. He was naked when she came out, just like he liked being. He was hard and Darcy looked him up and down, before she fixed her gaze on his large dick. It looked like she was about to leap over and grab it.
"That sounds like fun," she said instead. He had to hand it to her: Darcy was good at acting like she didn't want something. "Get down on the floor, then, like a good dirt bag.” She walked over to him and he did just as she'd told him to. Speed laid his head back and looked up at her, getting an eye full from that angle, seeing her beneath her towel. He started playing with himself as she teased him by swaying herself back and forth, so the towel moved around her legs and gave him an eyeful of her ass and pussy.
"Get down here," he finally said when the teasing had become enough. He ripped her towel off and pulled her down onto him. And she didn't try to cushion herself from dropping too hard either. She knew how he wanted it, and seemed happy to give it hard. "That's it," he said right before her ass came to rest over his face. Speed inhaled deeply, the clean and pure scent of her mixed with the fragrant scents of her shower products and soaps. It was fucking invigorating. There was nothing as glorious and close to divine, as having your face between two perfect cheeks.
Darcy leaned back on him hard, too, playing with his balls with her hand while she let out little sounds of pleasure. She was facing so she could easily lean forward and lick his dick once or twice, just to get him going. There was no intention of giving him anything more, though, especially not engaging in a full-blown 69.
The blood rocketed through his cock and it pulsed ferociously with how god damned hard this was making him. The idea of sex was far from his mind, and even further away was the prospect of cumming. There was plenty of time to enjoy the buildup, and for each of them to get to a high up place before they unleashed their ecstasy in that way.
Speed fucked her with his tongue, first in that sweet box, the honey dripping from her better than anything he'd ever tasted in his life. When he looked up and saw between the perfect peach that was her ass, it was hard to imagine any place in the universe that would be nicer. Some people liked to go on expensive vacations around the world, so they could send stupid selfies of themselves standing in front of mountains or lakes to all of their friends back home. He guessed that would make some people feel like they'd experienced life fully. But he knew there was nothing better than having Darcy's pussy right on his mouth, being as close inside her as he could and drawing in her womanly essence.
Once he had completely brought her to a place of happy pleasure, and she was writhing and moaning on him, he started to work her other hole. He hadn’t tried that yet, which was a first for him. Usually the best way to punish a whore was to fuck their rear end and see how much they could take. It was one of his favorite past times, especially with the type of woman he usually fucked. They were practically begging to be treated like dirt. They loved it.
But, of course, Darcy was different. He wasn’t sure if she’d like it, so he started slowly, then he put a finger in. She just kept squashing his face with her perfectly round cheeks, and drenching him with her pussy juices.
After a while, Speed tapped her on the thigh and pulled his head back down onto the floor so he could talk audibly. "Do you wanna fuck?" he asked.
"Fuck yes, I do," she said. The desire was in her voice. Even if she'd said no, it would have been obvious that she was burning like a roaring wildfire for something to satisfy her more deeply. She slid off and got up onto the bed. "Fuck me on my bed, Speed. I want you to claim this space."
"That's a great idea. Bend over."
She turned around and put her head down on her pillow, with her ass in the air. This wasn't going to be sensual or romantic. They were already beyond that thanks to the good fifteen minutes of face sitting actio
n. He bent her over and pounded her silly.
They had just a little time to relax after that, together on the bed without their clothes. It was wondrous, like they were a couple or something, natural in so many ways. Neither of them spoke, and they only partially held each other.
Then, it was time for the interviews, so they cleaned up and headed out in Darcy’s car. The interviews went great! Darcy was a real natural, and the guys showed her plenty of respect. That was largely because they knew their president was fucking her, and maybe even cared about her in more ways than just physical. She also had a natural way about her. She could be a bit of a sweetheart when she needed to, almost passive, but then she’d fire up and turn into more of a tiger when it was called for.