Sinful Biker

by Terri Lane

  There she went again, the perfect vixen. These were the thoughts going through Jet’s mind as he saw Raven catwalk out of the room. He followed her at a reasonable distance, his eyes on her butt. It was roundly shaped, the perfect size for cupping in his hands, not too big and it sent images running through his head. Images like how that butt would be with her bent over and him taking her from behind, images of her riding his dick reverse cowgirl style with that butt all to his view. Images of her lying face down as he showed her what it meant to truly have her ass eaten. Images that her body had put in his head and images that he didn’t want to get rid of.

  Damn he was hard. He discreetly adjusted himself.

  *

  Jet didn’t want to take advantage of the fact that Raven was attracted to him, only a cad would know he was going to disappoint a woman he really liked and not care about it, and Jet was no cad, but today he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to stop at just a kiss.

  It happened out of nowhere, one minute he was shadowing Raven to use the bathroom, he had inspected the room before she got in. At the back of his mind he registered that it was odd for her to be going to the bathroom in her room when a perfectly good guest bathroom—which she always used—was close to her study.

  He had smelled it first, the smell of sweet lavender coming from the closed door. The way the room had been so quiet had robbed him off the wrong way, calling her name several times hadn’t helped at all, so for the first time since he made the threat, Jet carried it out.

  The smashing of the door hadn’t scared her, she had stood there, a goddess to behold in the most sinful red lingerie he had ever seen on a woman’s body, a red silk robe had hung from her shoulder. That had been the moment he had known there was no getting out of it.

  Raven catwalked up to him, graceful in her steps as she took off her robe, a glass of wine in her hands. “Have a drink, Jet.” She handed him the glass. “Relax.” Relax? How could he relax? He was already sweating bullets both in anticipation and in determination. He was determined not to let anything go further between them, especially as he had to leave soon, that determination was broken however by what happened next.

  She kissed him, not full on the mouth but his lower lips, planting tiny bite kisses on them, trailing down his beard, moving to his neck, God that felt so good. Raven began sucking his neck, her tongue trailing swirly lines on it and her teeth gently nibbling it. Jet didn’t know what happened to the glass of wine he held in his hands, all he knew was that he found himself jacking her up and carrying her to the bed, their lips merged together in a voracious manner, like they couldn’t get enough of each other. He managed to lay her gently on the bed, then her hands were on him, taking off his shirt, trailing caresses on his naked chest, his muscles bulging, his breath getting more haggard, her hands found his belt and started to unbuckle, at the same time her mouth did sinful things to his lower belly. Oh God! Jet thought. It had been so long since he had let any woman get this close to him, choosing to concentrate on work and then on his ailing father, he didn’t remember it ever feeling this good. His buckle came undone, and out of it sprung his huge throbbing dick. He saw the look in her eyes and felt satisfied at himself, clearly this hadn’t been what she had expected. The feel of his length in her mouth was more sweet than he would have imagined, it felt so good, so warm, so wet, and then when she started to move, he lost it.

  She sucked it like it was the most delicious piece of candy she had ever had, Jet could honestly say that he had never had a BJ that felt this good. A phone rang in the distance, cutting through his subconscious.

  “Raven, please, we can't do this.” Jet said as he snapped out of the euphoria of the moment and separated himself of their entanglement. Raven sat up, looking at him. Her top had come off and her breast sat like two delicious mounds of brown chocolate on her chest.

  “Tell me you don’t want all of these.” She ran her hands seductively over her breasts as she moved closer. Those babies were so perky, her nipples a delicious black hard knob at the center. “Tell me you don’t want to lick them.” Her hands moved to her tongue then to one nipple, her index finger now wet taking a tour round the nipple. “…to taste them.” Oh God! What Jet would give to have them in his mouth right now. Raven had succeeded in moving so close that her breasts were…well they were directly under his mouth right now, looking like the color of dates. He put them in his mouth and started to suck. Her moans met his ears, encouraging him to suck harder, he used his teeth and liked her reaction so he did it again. Somehow, they found themselves on the bed, with no clothing between them.

  “Condom?” He asked.

  “I’m on the pill.” She replied. Normally that wouldn’t be an acceptable answer for him, but he was so far gone that all he wanted to do was bury his sheath in her warmness. He found her entrance, tested it with his fingers to see that she was soaking wet. Gosh she was so wet, he couldn’t take it any longer, and he started to put his dick in her pussy, moved by her loud moans until his entire sheath was in.

  Before he knew what was happening, Raven wrestled him to the top and then started to move. Glorious magic. He never wanted it to stop. She started slow at first, working her pussy on his dick and then her pace increase, moving harder, faster, the pressure building in the both of them until neither of them could take it anymore, they came together in the throes of passion.

  *

  Raven hadn’t expected that, in all honesty she hadn’t known what to expect on their first encounter, but this wasn’t it. He had been wild and so skilled, she felt like the life had been fucked out of her.

  They were lying in the aftermath of their encounter; having gone three rounds more, Raven was sure she wouldn’t be able to move for at least a week. She was about to tell Jet just that when her phone rang. Sighing, she reached over to get it and got both the best and worst news of her life.

  “What is it?” Jet asked, seeing the look on her face. “Did something happen? What’s wrong?”

  “The guys from the bookstore have been caught.” Raven said, even as the implication dawned on her. “One of them tried to sell a diamond they had acquired from the heist. They didn’t know it was branded.”

  “That’s great news.” Jets said, but his voice didn’t sound like it was. Raven suspected that he had the same thoughts running through his mind that she did hers, what was going to happen to them, she didn’t want this to be the end, where were they going to go from here? She was so close to tears that she excused herself with the ruse that she wanted to dress up.

  Few hours later, they got back from the station—Jet had insisted on going with her—and settled in the living room. Raven felt it was time that they stopped beating about the bush and talk.

  “I’m going to Texas.” Jet blurted out. “My dad needs taking care of and I’m the only one he’s got.” He sounded truly sorry at that that Raven couldn’t bring herself to be mad at him.

  “We could Skype.” She smiled, half serious.

  “Yes, it’s the 21st century, we have phones, computers, and a plane.” They were smiling now, solutions to their predicament making for a much lighter environment.

  “Exactly.” Raven said ecstatic, getting in the mood. “And I have this six months sabbatical from work, I could move with you for a while.” Was she seriously considering moving to Texas, a state she had never been to before because of Jet, his welcoming smile at the idea brandished any second thoughts she may have been having.

  This was going to be great…or was it?

  THE END

  = Bonus Book 11 of 20 =

  Terraformed Skies

  A husky man with tan skin and sweat on his brow pulled off his shirt and wiped the beads forming on his forehead. He sighed and looked around, admiring the luscious green fields filled with all manner of vegetation. Leaning against his shovel, he looked over at his compadre and pointed up at a ship flying overhead.

  “It looks like another shipment of seeds,” he commented as he slung hi
s shirt over his shoulder.

  “Indeed,” said his friend who leaned over to break the long vines keeping the pumpkins attached to the ground.

  “Do you need help, Peter?” Leonard asked.

  “Not at all, amigo,” Peter replied.

  Leonard watched as Peter broke the vine and then seamlessly hoisted the great pumpkin over his shoulder, turning to begin heading towards the greenhouse.

  “What are you doing tonight, Leonard?” Peter asked while waiting for his friend.

  Raising the axe over his head, Leonard struck the vine and detached the pumpkin in one swift motion, lifting it just as easily as Peter had. The two began walking carefully up the winding path towards the greenhouse where the vegetables would be tested and weighed, then sent to the factories surrounding the field to be distributed.

  “Well, I had thought about getting dinner at the café, but now I’m not so sure,” Leonard replied.

  “Why is that?” Peter asked.

  “I’m just not feeling terribly social,” he responded, adjusting the great pumpkin on his muscular shoulder.

  “I can understand that, amigo. Would you feel better if I went with you?” Peter offered.

  “Oh, I’ll be fine. I’ve got some packets at home that need to be eaten,” Leonard replied.

  “Alright. Just let me know.”

  The two walked steadily along the path, admiring the ships hovering overhead that were retreating for the day. In the distance, the sun was setting slowly and casting long shadows over the fields. The moon behind them loomed large in the sky, signaling the oncoming night. Leonard noticed the group of agriculture scientists inside the greenhouse who were bustling about in preparation for shutting down.

  I can’t wait to head home and rest, Leonard thought. I might even skip dinner.

  They reached the edge of the greenhouse and carefully placed the pumpkins in the scale. Leonard entered the weight on the keypad, and pressed his finger in the miniature black box that documented their growth for the day. The keypad displayed a gold star and beeped, congratulating him for a productive day. Leonard smiled and stepped aside to allow Peter to do the same.

  “What are we harvesting tomorrow?” Leonard asked, wiping his hands on his work pants.

  “I think we’re doing another round of pumpkins,” Peter replied, tapping the buttons in the keypad.

  “Sounds good, amigo. I’ll see you then,” Leonard said while waving.

  Leonard walked around the greenhouse and headed toward the main office, punching the numbers into the digital keypad and clicking on his name. A smiley face appeared on the digital display and wished him a good evening, Leonard offering a small grin in response.

  “Good evening, computer,” he muttered as he walked through the door.

  Inside, Leonard ran into another coworked named Donnell who was wrapping his hand with gauze and an ice pack.

  “Good evening, amigo. How did that happen?” Leonard asked, getting a bottle of water from the fridge.

  “I must have lifted incorrectly,” Donnell explained while holding his hand steady. “I really ought to get that serum.”

  “The extended life serum? It’s certainly worth the price,” Leonard explained before taking a sip of water.

  The cool liquid slid down his throat and settled in his stomach, immediately hydrating him.

  “I’m just afraid of losing my living wage,” Donnell said.

  “They’ll debit the cost in installments from few paychecks if that works better for you,” Leonard said. “You’ll still have half to use for everything else.”

  “I suppose I should do that,” Donnell said with a sigh. “Say, did you catch the game this past weekend? It looks like our province is on a winning streak.”

  “Oh, I didn’t get to watch that. I was working overtime,” Leonard replied, adjusting the hat on his head.

  He stared at the fridge as Donnell outlined a play by play of the game, noting how their victory was due to a mistake on the opposing team. Every so often, Leonard nodded to show Donnell he was listening even though he had long since zoned out into his own head. He was tired. The day’s labor had taken a toll on him today. That was odd considering his new found strength and resilience. He had taken the extended life serum six months prior.

  For most field workers, it was recommended, having been tested for four years before finally being released to the public. Leonard was one of the first to give it a try and he had reaped the benefits ever since. He found his own muscles had nearly doubled in size and were capable of handling weight that typically required machines to transport.

  “...and that wasn’t even the greatest goal since 3086 when Flank Fennegan had scored during a triple threat match,” said Donnell.

  Leonard raised his eyebrows in Donnell’s direction. Donnell had a wide grin on his face from describing his favorite hockey matches.

  “They didn’t even have time to shave the ice. The ground was so uneven that it was near impossible to get a goal,” he explained. “And yet we won!”

  “That sounds amazing,” Leonard commented, raising the water bottle to his lips again.

  The digital television on the wall announced a province-wide curfew for factory and field workers, explaining that they were doing construction in the Green and Red fields to increase the fertility of the soil.

  “What do you know about that?” Donnell asked.

  “Nothing thus far. My chip hasn’t alerted me of much since I got it put in,” Leonard replied.

  “Mine just randomly advertises games and products,” Donnell explained. “I’ve regretted having it implanted ever since.”

  “They’re useless,” Leonard said.

  “Well, I wouldn’t say that too loud,” Donnell warned while grabbing his bag. “I’ll catch you tomorrow, amigo. Sleep well.”

  “You, too, compadre,” Leonard said.

  The room fell quiet when Donnell left, the silence ringing in Leonard’s ears as he focused back on the digital screen.

  “In other news, our great province has won another victory in the world series of hockey, taking the stadium by storm as spectators stormed the field in digital drones...”

  This doesn’t interest me, Leonard thought. Why am I still watching this?

  As the television droned on, he exited the office and made sure the door was firmly shut behind him. The last time he had left it unchecked, his superior had threatened to fire him on the spot. After pulling the handle twice, he walked in the direction of the monorail which would take him straight to his apartment.

  A wave of drones floated in the skies overhead and he could see faded images flash over his eyes, the chip in his right temple outlining the benefits of the new curfew. It was 6:22 PM and he had to be in his apartment by 7:15 PM, according to the news anchor. He tapped his temple twice and the images disappeared, giving him some silence until he had to turn it back on before bed.

  The monorail pulled up as soon as he stepped on the platform, some late afternoon workers following him into the miniature pod. As they rolled along, most of them stared up into space, likely zoned into their own chips about the news, soap operas, or documentaries. Leonard stepped off on the third exit and walked up the cement sidewalk towards apartment C12, which housed what few belongings he owned. His eyes scanned the studio apartment and he sighed, watching the aquarium display in his window flash digital fish across the glass.

  In his mind, he heard a digital female voice announce, “Curfew commencing in thirty minutes. Workers must be in their homes. Curfew commencing soon. Works must--”

  Leonard tapped his temple again, sure that he had turned his chip off before stepping on the monorail. He must have been mistaken. Stepping over the threshold into the shower, he stripped and turned up the hot water. The shower head sputtered and then a steady stream of warm, soothing water fell upon his shoulders which eased his aching muscles. The next day, he would be doing the same routine, and the day after that as well. He wondered when he might be abl
e to find himself a decent partner, a woman who would be of the same social class to greet him in their home after hours.

  Perhaps a day would come when he wouldn’t feel so alone. His compadres had each found their own bit of happy in a wife, and he longed for the companionship. There was nothing more satisfying than having a family, propelling the human race forward in order to keep developing. There weren’t many women who would take a field hand as a husband, but he was sure there was a woman out there who would love him and his rough exterior.

  The muscular shoulders rolled on the bed, loosening the tension in his neck. He stretched out and smiled, dreaming of a world where he had a wife and family, the house, the land, and maybe even his own growing business.

  Could he have something like that? He could hardly pay for much, but he was saving little by little. He might put a deposit on a piece of land. It would secure his future family and give them a place to belong. Perhaps that was why he was feeling so down lately – he just wanted to have a family and be happy.

  Soon, he thought with hope. I will have my happiness soon.

  ***

  A woman with long brown hair and a determined gaze bent over a variety of green plants with a baster, dipping it between leaves and squeezing a few drops of her new serum into the soil. Erika Hopper was one of the lead agricultural scientists in the greenhouse where she developed new ways to increase the size of the food before it even grows. Her seeds have been one of the most successful in the province and provide the best nutrition for growing families.

  Next to Erika stood her tall Guilderan friend, her blue skin glimmering in the soft morning light. She leaned over to study the teal leaves and took notes on her touch pad.