Rough To Ride

by Elvira, Justine

  Yes, that will work. I'll just tell Johnny, "I'm sorry, honey, but it was hot and I was thirsty and this sexy biker stopped to quench my thirst. I didn't realize he was touching my pussy until it was too late and I was coming all over his fingers."

  I'm guessing that won't work. Maybe I can pretend it was a heat wave mirage.

  I open my eyes and tilt my head up to face him. His sly, cocky grin tells me everything I need to know about him.

  He likes to get women off. He liked getting me off.

  He rubs his thumb over my clit one more time before he pulls his fingers from my drenched core. His mouth opens as he lifts his fingers to his lips and coats them with my juices. His tongue darts out as he licks me off his fingers, groaning as he tastes me.

  I'm mesmerized by his actions and how comfortable he seems in this situation. Like he finger fucks stranded women regularly on the side of the road.

  My heart starts to beat faster as his hands lower back down to my thighs and he leans in to whisper huskily in my ear.

  "I spotted you from afar, sitting on the hood of your car like a fucking wet dream. Why don't you hop on the back of my bike and I'll take you somewhere where I can show you a really good time."

  My skin scorches from the light pressure he is applying to my inner thighs. I've never done anything like this before. Should I take him up on his offer? What about Johnny?

  As if this mystery man can sense my indecision, he leans in closer and licks my earlobe, sucking on it before releasing the tender skin. His mouth lowers and his lips brush against that spot. You know the spot? The spot that has a direct line to my throbbing center and makes me instantly horny. It gets me every time.

  "Hmm," I moan.

  "Is that a yes, darling?"

  "But I... I don't even know your name. I don't even know you," I pant as his hands drift up the inside of my dress. It's probably a little late for my conscious to make an appearance. Especially since I had no problem letting him help me reach climax.

  As his hands caress upwards, he brings my dress along with him. Before I can stop him my dress is pulled up to my stomach and his hands reach under to cup my tits. This is the first time I can fully appreciate the fact that I'm wearing a dress that doesn't allow me to wear a bra.

  "You don't need to know me, sweetheart, but since you're so hard up for details I'll spare a few. My name's Maverick, my old lady's not gonna come after you with a shotgun, and I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for days. Is that enough info for you?"

  His old lady? I thought that was just talk you saw in the movies.

  Maverick brings his lips down on mine, persuading me to hop on the back of his bike with his mouth. Just as I'm about to strip him of all his clothing right here on my car, his lips release mine and he tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth. He takes a step back and visually undresses me with his eyes.

  "So what's the verdict, sweetheart? You’re wasting my time."

  I look him over once more. I've never seen a more ruggedly handsome man in my life. I want to pull on his light brown locks of hair, while I grind my pussy on his face as he eats me clean.

  Well, I guess I have my answer.

  "Let's go."

  I hop off the hood of my beater and lower my dress so that I'm decent. Maverick smiles wickedly at me before walking over to his bike and getting on. I follow behind him, but go still once I'm just a few inches away from him.

  I've never ridden a bike before and I'm in a dress.

  "Don't chicken out now, babe. You've got no choice. You agreed to this, I'm hard as a rock, and the way I see it is you're the only one whose going to take care of it, but don’t worry I'll take care of you, too."

  His arm comes out to wrap around my waist and he pulls my body towards him, lifting me off the ground and over the front of the bike. I’m forced to spread my legs and straddle the bike while facing him.

  Hmm. How the hell is he going to ride if I'm between him and his view of the road?

  He uses his arm to pull me closer. "Wrap your legs around me, baby."

  I don’t question him. It’s like my brain and my body are working together and know to do whatever he tells me because he will make me feel so good.

  My legs wrap around him and now my barely covered pussy is covering his jean-covered dick, and I can feel how hard he is underneath me.

  What are we going to do now?

  His feet stand firmly on each side of the bike, keeping us upright as his hand comes under my dress... again. But instead of touching me, he unbuttons his jeans and lowers the zipper.

  As he moves to release his cock from its denim restriction, Maverick's knuckles brush against my clit and I let out an involuntary moan. His eyes never leave mine as he smiles at me and I feel the head of his cock slap my cleanly shaven mound. His hands move under my ass and he lifts me, sliding my thong to the side, and quickly impales me on his dick.

  No warning. No, "We're gonna fuck now." He doesn't even ask permission, not that he needed to. I already pretty much gave him the keys to my castle.

  And really, what do I care because the minute his dick slides into me, I'm in pure heaven. I need this. It's been too long since I had a good sexual encounter, and the way Maverick fills me on his first thrust pretty much guarantees that his dick is powerful.

  He lifts me slightly by my ass until only the head of his cock is in me, then quickly lowers me back down as he thrusts into me hard.

  "We're not gonna fuck on my bike. I just need you to feel what you would've missed if you'd have ditched me a second ago." He pulls out and then thrusts back in again, and I swear I see stars in my peripheral vision because of how deep he goes.

  "Now you're gonna get up, move behind me, and ride bitch. Your legs are gonna straddle my bike and you'll push in close to me, so close your pussy's gonna rub against my ass as you feel the vibrations of the engine underneath you."

  I'm listening to him. I swear I am, but after every few words he pulls his long, thick cock out of me and thrusts back in, and I swear I go deaf for a second, while I try to readjust to his size. It's not my fault, really. He just feels too good.

  "Then, babe, we're going to ride to my compound, I'm going to take you to my room and you're not gonna want to leave. You'll have to leave, because, darling, this ain’t the start of a relationship. I already got an old lady, but I'll show you how a real man fucks and then you can go out and find a real man of your own."

  He thrusts inside me one last time before lifting me up and off his cock. My pussy instantly misses him. It's like my body is one giant puzzle and the last piece has been missing for all twenty-eight years of my life. I've looked fucking everywhere for it and then this man, this stranger who picks me up on the side of the road, fills me with his cock and it's the perfect missing piece.

  I know he has an old lady and I know I have Johnny, but a part of me, no not a part, all of me, wants him to be the real deal. I know nothing about him except for his name, but I want him.

  Shit. Shit. Shit. I want him.

  ***

  We've been on the road for a few minutes. My hair's flapping in the wind, my dress is up to my waist, but my arms are wrapped so tightly around Maverick and I'm not going to let go to fix my dress because I have a fear of falling off.

  The pavement in front of us is uneven, so we've hit a few potholes here and there. We hit a large one and my ass barely lifts off the bike, but it's enough to freak me out. I shift my hands to get a better grip on him when one of my hands brushes against something, and it isn’t his stomach. I hesitantly move my hand again to see what it is and that’s when I realize it's his cock. He never tucked himself back in his pants before riding off to his compound.

  I can't see him, but the thought of his dick being aired out in the wind, how if we were to pass another vehicle they could see his impressive length, is making me extremely horny. My pussy is soaking his leather seat.

  I can’t stop myself. I keep one hand tightly around his torso as
I move my right hand, my dominant hand, to his exposed cock. I wrap my fingers around him until I am fisting his length, and I start to pump.

  I can’t hear Maverick over the sound of the wind racing across my ears, I can’t see his face since my left cheek is smashed against the leather cut on his back, but I feel the change. His back stiffens, his butt cheeks clench, and his dick gets impossibly harder.

  I do mean impossibly. His dick could cut through steel.

  He is so long and thick. I’ve never felt a dick so huge. My thumb can't even reach the tips of my fingers. I continue to stroke him as he rides down the single lane road. After every ten or so strokes I briefly stroke my thumb over the head of his cock and am rewarded with the smallest amount of pre-cum. I continue stroking for several minutes and just before we turn off the main road, I feel a rumble in his chest before my hand is coated in his cum.

  I'm high. Maverick releasing on my hand has filled my body with endorphins. I feel like I just ran a marathon, or swam the English Channel, or won the Super Bowl. I just gave this man a hand job while he rode his bike... and it was hot.

  Beat that Old Lady.

  I have nowhere to wipe his cum, but that's okay. I gently pull on his cock and tuck him back into his boxers and jeans. Then I zip him up with one hand, but I'm unable to button the top of his jeans with my cum-free hand.

  Well, at least I made him decent before we pass a cop or school bus.

  We pull off and drive down an untouched dirt road. The road goes on for a few miles and I see very little signs of life on the drive. I'm getting antsy. The anticipation of having this large man inside me is about to make me lose control. Maybe this is the kind of change I've been looking for. Maybe I need a man like this to make me feel alive again.

  The wheels underneath me start to slow down and I lift my head off of Maverick's back. We're pulling into what almost looks like an old military base, or it could be an old industrial park. I can't tell.

  We enter through the big, steal gates and I watch as Maverick pulls up to the side of a long, one story shed building. He cuts the engine and I let go of his torso. His large hand comes out and lands on my arm to stop me. His fingers drag across my smooth skin until the palm of his hand is overlapping the back of mine.

  The next thing I know I'm palming his denim-covered dick and rubbing him out with his assistance.

  "Don’t forget why you came here, babe."

  "I haven't," I slightly squeal with anticipation as I start to rub him a little faster.

  Maverick quickly releases my hand and stands up. His legs come over the seat as he gets off the bike and faces me, grabbing my hips and pulling me off after him. We're chest to chest as he looks down at me with his hypnotizing blue eyes.

  I love blue eyes. It's always been one of my favorite things on a man. It might have to do with the fact that I have blue eyes, too. I don't really know. What I do know is that my eyes are a greenish-blue while Maverick's eyes are a piercing, cloudy blue. A blue I want to get lost in while he fucks me bareback.

  He reaches up to palm my cheek as his lips come down to gently brush against mine. "What's your name, darling? I need to know what I should be calling out when I come."

  What's my name? Should I give him my real name? No. Melanie is too innocent sounding for this biker badass. Plus, he's probably used to fucking girls with names like Barbie, or Candy.

  "Trixie. You can call me Trixie."

  "Well, alright there, Trixie, let’s get you naked and sitting on my face."

  In one smooth move Maverick lifts me up and tosses me over his shoulder so my ass is in the air and next to his face, while my face gets to know his ass on a first-name basis.

  I squeal, but he ignores me as I hear the crunch of the gravel as his boots hit it with each step. I listen as the large metal door at the entrance of the shed opens and Maverick walks through it. One of his hands glides up the back of my thigh and under my dress. He slides his palm under my thong and rests his thumb at my back entrance as he plunges two fingers inside my pussy.

  I try to hold back a moan, but it's impossible. I hear his deep chuckle at my body's response, as he continues to walk as if his fingers aren't working me over. I try to concentrate on anything but what his fingers are doing to me.

  The loud music is blaring, along with a lot of commotion. The air is filled with a cloud of smoke. My hands grab a hold of Maverick's hips as I try to lift myself up to appraise the scene. We're in what must be the main room of the compound. The bar is filled with bikers in similar leather cuts to Maverick, as is the rest of the room. Scantily clad women are all around and I watch a woman dance naked on top of the bar.

  One of the bikers hops up to start dancing with the naked woman. No, not dance, he moves closer and starts to suck on the milky white flesh of her neck as he gropes her exposed tits. Another biker is sitting down at a stool in front of her. He lifts his hand up her smooth, pale legs until his hand is between the naked woman's thighs and he starts to stroke her. No one in the room even bats an eye at the scene developing on top of the bar.

  Where the hell am I and what did I get myself into?

  The bartender notices Maverick first. He puts his thumb and index finger in his mouth to make a loud whistling sound before hollering, "Way to go, Prez."

  This gets all the men's attention in the dark lit room, and even a few women's. The whistling and shouts continue, but Maverick ignores them as he continues to stroke my pussy as we walk towards the back.

  I would be more embarrassed, but I know none of the others can see what his hand is doing to me because my skirt is still covering my ass.

  We make our way to the very last door on the right and Maverick pushes it open with a thud against the sidewall. Once inside he closes it back up and locks it. His fingers release my core and I instantly miss them, groaning in frustration. He lowers me, sliding me down the front of his body until we're chest to chest.

  "Get naked," he demands.

  "Prez?" I question, lifting my eyebrows while smirking his way.

  "You don't need to know that shit. All you need to know is that I want you naked. Now, get naked so I can taste that pussy of yours."

  "Yes... Mr. President," I respond innocently.

  I hear the low groan from the back of his throat and in the next second his hands are on me, ripping the white cotton dress off my body. I'm in just my thong, but not for long because he rips that off me, too.

  I bring my hands to his hard chest and gently pull his cut away from his body, sliding it off his shoulders and arms, and releasing it so it drops on the floor.

  Looking up at his piercing eyes, I can see the lust in them. His eyes are hooded, and it's only a matter of time until he starts satisfying his craving.

  As if reading my mind, he reaches for me again, palming my ass cheeks with both hands and pulling my body into his. In the next second I'm being lifted as he walks me backwards and drops me down on the bed.

  "I want to fuck your pussy with my tongue, but you'll have to show me how bad you want it."

  "Show you?" I question him.

  He lays down on the bed next to me and plops his head down on the black pillowcase.

  "That's right, babe, show me. You want my tongue on you, you want me to suck you off, then make me."

  Make him? The man has a good hundred pounds of muscle on me. How the hell am I going to make him?

  "This cutesy act of yours isn’t going to work on me. Now you can either sit on my fucking face so I can eat your cunt, or you can leave. The choice is yours."

  That choice is easy. I'll sit on his face.

  I move my body over his, straddling his hips so that I can grind my naked pussy across his covered cock. I moan at the feeling the friction is giving me. He feels so good, and I want him inside me, again. This time I want him to fuck me and not stop.

  I feel him harden underneath me and it feels even better. I know if I continue this I'll come within a few minutes of dry humping.

 
Maverick’s hands reach down and grab my hips, taking control of my movements. He moves me harder against him, rubbing and grinding us together, and I feel the build up of my orgasm approaching.

  It's going to be good. It's going to be so good.

  Right before I'm about to reach that heavenly place, his hands tighten on me and pull me upwards. My hips are near his mouth as he demands that I straddle his face.

  I do as I'm told and that's when I'm rewarded with his tongue. He parts my lips, sliding his tongue up and down my slit. It feels so good, but it's not enough. My clit is throbbing from almost coming, and then being left unfulfilled. If I were a man, I'd have a serious case of blue balls.

  Maverick continues to lick up and down my slit, stopping just before he reaches my throbbing bundle of nerves. I'm now moaning in frustration instead of ecstasy.

  He wanted me to take it, so I'm going to take it.

  I start to move, thrusting and grinding my pussy against his face until his tongue is forced to lick my clit.

  "Oh, yes..." it feels so good and I refuse to let him stop. I continue, pushing down gently to increase the pressure. Out of nowhere I come. Increasing the pressure was all I needed to push myself over the edge.

  "Maverick.... Fuck, Maverick."

  He stills my hips and takes over, even as my orgasm has finished. His tongue thrusts back and forth against my sensitive clit. I want him to stop. It's almost painful. I need to recover. I'm not ready to come again.

  He doesn't stop. Maverick is relentless with his tongue, and I've been so worked over that I can't even speak to ask him to stop. My brain is mush and the words won't move past my lips. Although my clit is overly sensitive, it only takes a minute for that pain to turn into pleasure. I can feel myself stirring back to life. I can feel my core preparing itself for another orgasm.

  I start to move my hips in rhythm with his tongue. Maverick moves one of his hands over my ass, grazing a fingertip down my ass crack until he reaches my pussy.

  "Fuck..." I sigh, as Maverick inserts two fingers into my core. He starts to rub against my g-spot. He knew exactly where it was, which is impressive because when I first started to discover my body, it took a year for my hand to finally discover that magical area. Once it did, I knew I was in trouble.