Biker Chicks: Volume 2

by MariaLisa deMora

  Mickey had turned off all the lights except for the ones over the bar and the one shining over the jukebox. She knew me so well.

  I poured myself two shots of whiskey and set them on the bar. I slipped out of my shoes, tucking them under the bar, and padded over to the jukebox. I flipped through the songs, knowing exactly what I was looking for.

  “You’re going to play some chick shit, aren’t you?”

  I jumped, scared shitless, and whirled around to see Brick sitting in the same spot I had left him.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” Jesus Christ, I thought when Mickey had said she was heading home that it also meant everyone else had left.

  “I’m not done with my drink.” He held up the glass that was still over half full.

  “I poured that drink for you over an hour ago. Finish the damn thing and go.” I crossed my arms over my chest and turned back to the jukebox. Fucking asshole. He was ruining my time that I had to myself.

  I heard his glass hit the table and his chair scraped across the floor. Thank God, he had finally gotten the picture.

  I finally found the song I was looking for and plugged two quarters into the machine. The soothing sounds of Fleetwood Mac flowed out of the speakers, and I closed my eyes, tilting my head back. It had been a long day and this was just what I needed.

  “Good choice, darlin’,” Brick whispered in my ear.

  I swear to God I jumped ten feet in the air, and I clutched my chest as I turned around. He was a breath away from me, and he had a shit eating grin on his face. Mother fucker. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

  “I think I’m about to ask you to dance with me. I’ve been watching you all night, and I think it’s only fair I get to feel your body next to mine for at least the next three minutes.”

  “You’re crazy.”

  “Maybe. At least for you.”

  “That is the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard.”

  “Not a pick-up line, darlin’, it’s the truth.” He reached out, brushing my hair out of my face and cupped my cheek. “Dance with me.”

  “I’m not falling for your bullshit. I know what you are, Brick.”

  He stroked my cheek with his thumb and smiled. “I’d love to hear this.”

  “You’re a prick who only thinks about is where his next lay is coming from. I’ve watched you. I know how you operate. I’m not going to be added to the long list of women who walk out that door on your arm.”

  “How about you walk out that door on your own and then I follow you back to your place.”

  “No.”

  He grabbed my hips and pulled me flush against his body. “You’ve been saying no to me for too long, Ricki. It’s time you gave me a chance and let me show you what you’ve been missing. I know you watch me whenever I’m here, I can tell you want me.” He leaned closer, his lips by my ear. “I want the same thing you want, darlin’. It’s time to give in.”

  A tremor rocked through my body at his voice, and I hated that he was right. I did watch him, and I did wonder what it would be like to be with him. “I’m not going to be your one-night stand, I’m worth more than that.”

  “Trust me, I know that. Why do you think I’ve waited for you, watching you? You’re the kind of woman a man has to be ready for. With you darlin, you’re the end. The end of fucking around, and the end of drunken nights, ending up in random beds with God knows who.”

  “That sounds like a load of bull you’re feeding me just to get in my pants.”

  He wrapped his arms around me, and I put my hands on his chest, trying to put a little bit of distance between us. “It sounds like something you need to give a chance on.”

  Somehow we started dancing, Fleetwood Mac playing as he spun me around. “And what happens when you blow that chance.”

  “Why don’t you give me a chance before you think I’ve blown it?”

  “One night. That’s all you get.”

  “I’m bargaining for more, darlin’.”

  I pushed out of his arms and headed for the bar. I grabbed the two shots I had poured and tossed them back one after the other. I slipped my shoes on and grabbed my keys from under the bar. “I’m heading home. You want that chance, come and take it.” I walked past Brick, his eyes following me as I turned off the lights and stood by the door.

  “I want more, Ricki. I’m ready for more.”

  “We’ll see, Brick. Right now you get one night. Take it or leave it.”

  “I’m taking it and plan on making you want more.”

  I shrugged my shoulders and opened the door, “We’ll see about that. Lock the door behind you.” I headed to my bike that was parked on the side of the building and tossed my leg over. I glanced behind me, seeing Brick walk to his, and I had to wonder if I was making the right choice.

  My bike rumbled to life under me, and I felt like I was home. This right here was one of the reasons I was so hesitant to be with Brick. He was part of the Reckless Devils, the local MC club, and I knew they weren’t down with chicks who rode.

  I wasn’t about to give up my bike for some roll in the hay. Brick was going to get one night and that was it. Fuck his more.

  ***

  Brick

  Her tail lights flashed as she rolled through a stop sign, looking both ways and took off. I had tried to ride next to her, but she had looked me dead in the eye and tossed her head back, laughing as she revved her engine and rocketed in front of me, letting me know exactly what she thought.

  I let her go. I had been chasing her for this long and was steadily closing in on her. It was only natural that with being this close to her she would try to let me know where I stood. But the thing she didn’t know was that free spirit she just showed was exactly why I wanted her. I didn’t want to change a damn thing about her. I just wanted to be along for the ride.

  ***

  Ricki

  “About time you got here,” I smirked, climbing off my bike as Brick rolled into the driveway. He killed the engine but didn’t get off. Maybe he had changed his mind. I knew I was running a risk of pissing him off by driving away from him. I had met more than my fair share of guys who couldn’t handle me. Maybe I would be adding Brick to my list of men that were assholes who couldn’t appreciate my unique attitude and style.

  “I never lost sight of you, babe.” Hmm, he didn’t seem pissed off. I was testing him, I’d be the first to admit it and so far he seemed to be passing the test.

  “You coming in or just plan on sitting on your bike all night?” I looked over my shoulder at him, walking to the front door of my condo.

  “I’m coming, babe.”

  His footsteps sounded behind me as my hands trembled, trying to stick the key in the lock. “Fuck,” I mumbled, dropping the keys. As much as it appeared that I was a tough bitch and this man had no effect on me, I was a nervous wreck.

  I stood up and felt his body pressed against mine. He wound an arm around me and splayed his hand on my stomach. “Easy, babe,” he whispered in my ear. He grabbed the keys out of my hand and opened the door, his hands not shaking like mine were. I stepped forward and he kept his body pressed against mine and slammed the door shut. “I’ve been waiting forever for this.” He brushed my hair off my neck and pressed a kissed to the shell of my ear.

  “Don’t act like you’ve been pining for me, Brick. I’ve seen you leave the bar with more women than I can count.”

  “They weren’t you. I was trying to find something better than you, but I finally realized nothing could beat the original.” He trailed kisses down my neck, and I couldn’t help but believe his words, but I wasn’t born yesterday. Brick had been a player all his life, what made me so special that he would change his ways?

  “You’re so full of shit.”

  He chuckled in my ear, a sexy, rough laugh. “Such a bitch. Makes me wonder if it’s all an act?”

  “That’s just me, Brick. Now would be a good time to run if you can’t handle that.”

 
; He turned me in his arms and cupped my chin, tilting my head up. “No running. After tonight, you’re mine.”

  “Such a possessive asshole.”

  He leaned down, his lips inches away. “Don’t act like you don’t like it.” He slammed his lips down on mine, his hands grabbing my ass and lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my arms circled his neck.

  His lips devoured mine, taking and giving all at the same time. He pressed me against the wall, freeing his hands to roam my body. “You’ve got too many clothes on,” I mumbled against his lips, my hands grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. He leans back, his hips pressing me to the wall as he grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it up, exposing my chest. He pulls the cups of my bra down, my tits spilling out.

  He flicked my nipple with his thumb, and I arched my back, thrusting my tits into his hand. “Quit fucking around,” I moaned.

  “You know what, babe, I think I’m going to have to fuck that attitude out of you.”

  “I’d like to see you try,” I hissed, delving my fingers into his hair. My nails dug into his head as I slammed my lips down on his, needing to shut him up.

  He growled low in his throat, grinding his rock hard dick into me through his jeans. “I need you naked,” he mumbled against my lips.

  He wrapped his arms around, and pushed away from the wall and walked over to the couch. “I want your dick in me,” I moaned as he sat me down and pulled my shirt over my head.

  “In time, babe. First I need to know what you taste like.” He kneeled on the floor between my legs and popped open the button of my jeans.

  I arch my hips as he tugs my pants and underwear down, pulling them over my legs, and tossing them over my shoulder. I lean forward, sitting on the edge of the couch and resting my arms on his shoulders as he sucks on my nipple, his hands rubbing my back. I tossed my head back when he bit down, pain and pleasure mingling. “Lean back, babe,” he ordered, pushing my back.

  I fell back into the couch, my legs splayed open, my arms tossed over my head as I looked down at Brick. “I want your pants off.”

  He shook his head no, looking down at my pussy. “I told you, I need to taste you first.” He trailed kisses down my stomach, his hands kneading my breasts. “Spread your legs wide, babe.”

  His hand cups my pussy as I slowly slid my legs as wide as they could do. “Good, girl,” he growled, spreading the lips of my pussy. “So fucking wet for me.” His finger flicked my clit, a tremor rocking through me, setting me on edge.

  “I need you, Brick,” I moaned as he leaned down, his tongue flicking my clit, making my hips buck.

  “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.”

  I threaded my fingers through his hair and ground my pussy into his mouth. “Shut up,” I growled. I didn’t want him to think he was in control or he was winning.

  His tongue swirled around my clit, as his hands grabbed my hips and held me down. “This is both our show, babe. Stop fighting me,” he growled, lifting his head up.

  “Give me more.” I tried pushing head down, but he resisted.

  “Tell me you want me.”

  “No, I don’t want anyone. Especially you.” Admitting I wanted him would give him control over me I didn’t want to give up.

  “You don’t need this?” He trailed kisses down the inside of my thigh, his breath hot against my pussy. He was so close to doing what I wanted, but he wasn’t going to until I gave him control. I nodded my head no, unable to open my mouth as spread the lips of my pussy again, flicking my clit lightly. “You don’t need me to feel good?”

  “No, I can make myself feel good.”

  He looked up at me, seeing through the tough act I was trying to put up. “Tell me to leave then, Ricki. One word and I’ll be gone.”

  He was giving me control. He was making this all my choice. I had never met a man who was still demanding and controlling but let me be myself. “You’re an asshole,” I spit out.

  “That may be, babe, but it doesn’t sound like you’re telling me to leave.”

  We stared at each other, my mind racing, trying to figure out what to do. “I can’t want you.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because you’ll take away everything I love and when you leave, there will be nothing left of me.”

  “I don’t want to take away what you love, babe. From where I stand, we like the same things. You ride, I ride.”

  “Your club doesn’t like women who ride.”

  “No, my club doesn’t allow women in the club. They don’t care if an ol’ lady rides.”

  “Hold up there, Brick. We aren’t even touching the topic of ol’ lady right now.”

  He laughed, and sat up, pulling me to him. “OK. How about, you tell me you want me, and I promise to never take away your riding. Plus, I think it’s sexy as fuck.”

  A shiver ran through my body at his words. He wraps his arms around me and rested his forehead against mine.

  “I want you, but if you try to tell me I can’t ride anymore, I swear to run you over with my bike as I drive away.”

  “Alright, babe. Now, can I get back to what I was doing?”

  I slammed my lips down on his, giving his lips a quick kiss then pushed him down and leaned back into the couch. “Get to it.”

  He chuckled as he pressed a kiss to my pussy, his tongue finding my clit. His fingers grabbed my ass, tilting my hips up. “Grab my head,” he growled, his mouth devouring me.

  I gripped his head and tossed my head back as he sucked my clit into his mouth, his teeth grazing it. “Brick,” I moaned.

  “Hmm, does that feel good, babe?” He asked, looking up at me. His finger continued to flick my clit, his mouth wet with my juices.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, ready to tip over the edge.

  He buried his face in my pussy, as two fingers plunged in and out of me. My body spasmed when he bit down on my clit and my orgasm slammed into me.

  “Brick,” I moaned as he continued to work me over, wringing every last ounce of pleasure from my body.

  I pulled on his hair, my body unable to take anymore, but I knew there was something else I wanted. “Take your pants off,” I panted.

  He nibbled on my clit one last time, his tongue swirling around it before he lifted his head and sat back on his heel. His wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smirked. “You fucking drenched me, babe.”

  “That’s your own fault. You ate my pussy like it was your last meal.” I laid my head back, my body coming down from the best orgasm I ever had.

  I heard him stand up, but I was too exhausted to open my eyes. His pants hit the floor and then he was lifting me up again, wrapping my legs around his waist.

  He kissed me, my scent on his lips, driving me crazy. I reached up, putting my hands on each side of his face and took over the kiss, every second revitalizing me for more.

  “You want me to fuck you against the wall, babe?” He asked, ripping his lips from mine.

  “I don’t care what you do as long as you fuck me.” He was driving me insane, and I knew I would never be the same after tonight. I was craving him and I didn’t think this feeling would ever subside.

  He growled low and prowled over, pressing me to the wall. “Put my dick in you, babe, nice and slow,” he ordered.

  I tremor rocked through my body, somehow already on the edge of another orgasm. He leaned back and I reached down, stroking his long, hard cock. “Is this for me?”

  “It’s only for you. I was a fucking fool before.”

  “Well, as long as you realize it.” I looked down at his long cock and spit on the tip. My hand spread the spit, lubricating hit throbbing cock.

  “Fuck,” he growled as I sped up. “Put it the fuck in before I cum all over your hand.”

  He held me tight against the wall, leaned back, and I lined up his cock with my pussy. He slowly pushed into me, the walls of my pussy convulsing.

  “So mother fucking
tight.”

  “Oh my God,” I moaned when he was fully in.

  Both of our breathing was labored and he rested his forehead against mine. “Put your arms around my neck and hold the fuck on.”

  I did as he said, not questioning what he wanted, because I knew whatever he wanted it was going to rock my world.

  He stepped back from the wall and held onto my ass. He slowly lifted me up till just the tip of his dick was inside me. “Tell me you want me.”

  “I want you, Brick, please,” I panted.

  He slammed back into me, and I tossed my head back, moaning in pleasure.

  “Mine,” he growled as he thrusted, again, taking but also giving at the same time. “No one else gets this, Ricki. No one else,” he chanted over and over.

  “I’m yours, Brick. No one else makes me feel this way,” I breathed out. “Make me yours. Make me cum on your dick,” I begged, needing to find my release.

  “Am I fucking the bitch out of you, Ricki? Are you going to be my good little girl now?” He continued slamming into me, both of us on the brink.

  “Fuck no. I’m a bitch, get used to it.”

  He slammed into me even harder, his breathing ragged and short. “I’ll just have to try harder,” he growled.

  I grabbed his head and slammed my lips on his, sucking, licking and biting. “Shut up,” I growled. He smacked my ass as he thrust into me, and I tipped over the edge, my orgasm sweeping over me. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and bit down.

  He moaned low and deep as he thrust one last time, my pussy milking his rock hard dick. His cum dripped from my pussy as his thrusting slowed, and I rested my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arms around him.

  “I think I just fucked the bitch out of you, babe.”

  “Not even close,” I mumbled. “It’s going to take a lot more than that. Try again.”

  “Is that you telling me you want more, babe?”

  Brick was asking for more than just sex. He wanted what I didn’t want to give but that was before. Before I knew he wasn’t going to take away who I was.