by Tia Siren
Homer didn’t ask before he touched her. He seemed to be taking his role as another dominant man seriously His hands went to her hips, and then his body was pressing against her, and Dana was proud of herself for a shining moment when she felt his hard on pressing against the bottom of her flat stomach.
Before she could register anything else, he was kissing her, young and forceful, his tongue pressing against her lips until she parted them to him. She felt her arms go around his body, without being conscious of doing it herself. Her hands pressed against his back, taut with tight young muscle. The kiss broke, and he lowered his lips to her neck, his white teeth nibbling there as Dana tilt her head back. She opened her smoky eyes just enough to see Greg there, still standing near the entrance of the room. He was watching as the younger man bit and sucked on his girlfriend's neck.
“You like to watch?” Dana teased, taking to what was happening quicker than she had imagined she would.
“I’ll do more than watch,” her boyfriend promised her, and then Homer was taking her face in his hands and tilting her head down so he could kiss her again.
“Stop,” Greg said, after a minute of kissing between Dana and Homer. The younger man stepped away immediately. Dana was breathless, her nipples hard and pressing noticeably against her dress, her pussy slick and moist under her panties. Both men stared at her large breasts, and Greg smiled.
“Take off your dress,” he said, and slowly, teasingly. Dana did so, pulling it up and over her head. She tossed it to the floor, and then bent to take her heels off.
“Leave them on,” Homer commanded, and Dana did so. She stood there in front of both men, naked save for the shoes and her panties, tight red boy shorts.
“Turn around,” Greg said, and once again Dana did as she was told.
“Wow,” she heard Homer breathe, and she smiled. She knew she looked good. Men always stared at her breasts if she was facing them, and if she turned, she caught them staring at her round ass. The boy shorts only served to make her ass sexier.
“Bend over,” Homer said, coming forward as she did so, pressing his pelvis against her ass. She found herself wanting him to disrobe, so he could slide inside her pussy, but he didn't. He just rubbed against her, while his hands explored her backside, sliding up over her back, and then coming back down to take off her panties.
“Lay down,” Greg commanded, and Dana turned and sat on the end of the bed, and then she lay back while sliding upward so her head rested on the pillows. She stared down at the two men. They were looking at her, now nude except for the heels.
“Spread your legs,” Homer said, and Dana did so without shame, revealing her wet pink snatch. “Finger yourself,” the young man added, and Dana reached down, trailing the tip of her index finger down her stomach and across her trimmed pubic hair, until she was sliding along her slit and then pushing her finger into her own snatch.
The men watched her for some time, and she gave them quite the show, sliding two fingers into herself and then three. As she was coming, fingering herself with those three fingers while using the pad of her index finger on her other hand to rub her clit, Homer took his pants off, stepping out of them and his boxers, and began pulling on his own cock. He was large, not as girthy as Greg but somehow even longer. He was uncut, something Dana had never experienced. Dana moaned and came, making eye contact with Greg as she did so.
“Taste her,” Greg said, and Homer took his shirt off as well before climbing onto the bed and lowering his head between Dana’s legs. She had just come but the young man’s tongue was like heaven between her legs, and he eagerly lapped up her expelled juices. She reached down and ran her fingers through the man's long blonde hair.
“Fuck her,” Greg said, and Dana opened her eyes and looked down, seeing that Greg was now nude, having moved to the chair beside the bed. His cock was hard, and he was stroking it slowly while he watched Homer move up, positioning his pelvis between Dana’s spread legs. The man was gentle, somehow suppressing his young man urge as he slid into her wet pussy. He fucked her slowly, gently, their lips meeting in between moans and groans.
The bed shook, and Dana looked over. Greg was kneeling beside her, his massive cock bobbing in the air above her lips. She opened her mouth, and he came forward so that his dick slid into her mouth. His hand went to her breasts as she rocked her head back and forth, sucking his cock as Homer continued to slide in and out of her pussy.
This went on for some time, and then Homer pulled out of her. “I want to feel her tongue,” he said. Greg pulled back, his cock springing free from her lips, wet and slick and shining in the soft candlelight. They moved her then, roughly, where the sex had been gentle to that point. Greg was not going to show the same constraint, and Homer fed off it. They positioned her on her hands and knees across the bed, and Homer knelt before her face. She opened her lips, and he reached down, placing one hand on her chin, gripping her there painfully as he shoved his cock down her throat.
Greg took up position behind her, his hands on her hips, and he thrust his monster dick inside her tight snatch. The men took no more concern with her pleasure, but still, within minutes, she felt herself being rocked by an orgasm for the second time that night. Greg couldn’t resist as her pussy contracted against his cock, and he thrust in once more and held there, his fingers tight on her hips as he came, his cock jumping inside of her as he sprayed his semen deep within her.
Homer moved her when her boyfriend was done. Greg left the room, going to shower as he always did after sex. Homer lay down, and Dana went to suck him again, but he took her and pulled her atop him. She straddled him, rocking back and forth as he groped and pawed at her large breasts, her hard nipples pressing against his strong palms.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he came, and the second man that night let loose inside her. Afterwards, she climbed off of Homer’s wet cock and lay beside him. He kissed her, and then got up and dressed. He left, and Dana was fairly confident she wouldn’t see him again.
5
A month passed after the threesome, and then another, and Greg remained, and their sex life was healthy. But he never invited anyone else into their bed. The relationship grew stronger, and got more serious, and Greg had begun dropping hints that Dana should leave her small apartment and move in with him. For some reason, she refused.
A part of it was her job. She still had never spoken with the mysterious buyer, the rich man instead communicating through a lawyer. She still wondered if it was Greg, and one night she decided to take matters into her own hands. She lay in bed that night, and he fucked her tits while she reached past him and used a vibrator herself. She came and then he did, spraying thick globs of semen across her neck and chin. He got up to shower, and asked her to join him, but she told him she wanted to take a bath afterward. He nodded and went to shower.
She got up as soon as she heard the water turn on down the hall, and found his cell phone still in the pocket of his pants, haphazardly strewn on the floor near the bottom of the bed. She strolled through texts but found nothing. And then she went through Greg’s contacts. It was there. The lawyer. There was the lawyer she had become so familiar with.
Dana wanted to confront Greg, but she had his splooge drying on her body, so she went and had a bath first. She stewed there, in the steamy water, and when she was done, she washed and dressed in a robe and stormed into Greg’s room.
“You have a lawyer’s number in your phone That’s the man who contacts me when Mr. White has something to say,” she said. Greg was lying on the bed, reading a book. He set it aside.
“I wanted to help you.”
Dana ground her teeth together. She had expected him to lie, and was glad he hadn’t, but she was still mad.
“I didn’t want that help from you,” she said.
“So what? Why does it matter? I have the money, I could help you.”
“You control me here. In bed. Not out there.”
“It’s not about control!” Greg said. “I just
wanted to help.”
“If the business can’t make money, then it dies!”
“And then what would you do?” Greg asked.
“Start a new one! Get a new job! I don’t know, but I don’t want you sinking money into a failed cause for me. I don’t want to owe you,” Dana snapped.
“I’m just trying to help someone I care about. It’s not about owning you.”
“I don’t want your help, and I don’t want this,” Dana said, and she stormed out, still in the bathrobe.
Greg called her three times that night, and twice again the next day. And then, he stopped. The few things that she had left at his place came by way of UPS the next week. She didn’t hear from him, and Dana felt sad.
On a Monday, Dana was at the sex shop when the door opened, and a large man in a cheap suit came in.
“What can I help you with?” Dana asked.
“You must be Dana,” the fat man said. He was bald with a thin mustache that looked ridiculously out of place on his bulbous face.
“I am,” Dana said, unsure of who the man was.
“I bought this store, I was told about you,” the man said, and then he introduced himself as Michael Weathers.
“Oh,” Dana said, shaking his sweaty hand. She found herself surprised Greg had sold The Treasure Chest. She supposed that meant the relationship really was over.
“I’m afraid I’m going to change course,” the fat man went on. “This place is the perfect spot for a buffet. I’m a restaurant man you see. I did want to offer you a job, though.”
Dana respectfully declined, and that day was the last day in the shop. Michael stuck around, and on her way out, after waiting on a few customers, and taking her last paycheck, she stopped in the center aisle and took a black strap-on to the front, where the fat man stood waiting for the keys.
“Mind if I take this?” Dana asked. “For old times sake.”
Michale surely thought the request weird, his face showed that much, but he nodded and allowed it, and after she had handed him the key, Dana went through the door for the last time.
Within a few days, she had been hired at a small store which sold overpriced knick knacks to women stopping off of the highway, and life seemed as though it would get back to normal. That night, on her second day at the new store, though, Dana returned home to find Greg waiting for her in the parking lot.
“What do you want?” she asked, and the man couldn’t help but smile.
“I love you,” he said with a shrug as she stopped in front of him. They were standing next to his cherry red sports car.
“Don’t,” Dana said, holding a hand up.
“I wanted to tell you. I can’t stop thinking about you. The… duality you have, the… I’m just…”
“Intrigued?” Dana finished for him.
“In love,” he said instead. He reached out to take her hand, and the young woman let him.
“Come live with me. I miss you. I love you.”
“I told you not to buy my shop.”
“I know.”
“I wanted to do it all on my own.”
“I wanted to help. I think I already knew I loved you.”
“The worst part is I think I love you too,” Dana said. “Or at least, I did, but now… I don’t know. I trusted you… I told you I didn’t want your help.”
Greg sighed and held his hands up. “I sold the place, you know.”
“I know. The guy came by a few days ago.”
“You found a new job?” Greg asked her.
“Yes,” Dana said.
“You like it?”
“No.”
“What do you want to do?”
“Open a new shop. Not a sex shop, but something.”
Greg was nodding. “I could help you, if you wanted. Or not.”
Dana sighed. “Why are you here?”
“I want you to take me back,” Greg said.
“Why would I do that?”
“I sold your shop. To make it right.”
“You shouldn’t have bought it in the first place,” Dana said. She was growing tired of the argument, but she found herself yearning to ask the man to come inside, yearning to pull him to her bed.
“I gave all of the money to charity,” Greg said.
“Which one?”
Greg laughed. “A lot of them.”
Dana couldn’t help it. She threw herself forward, into his arms, and he wrapped those arms around her. Their lips met, and he backpedaled. He opened his mouth to speak, but she held a finger to his lips.
“Shut up,” she said. “Take me inside and fuck me. Oh, and I’m in charge this time.”
Greg smiled. “Yes ma'am,” he said.
Dana gripped him by the hair and pulled roughly. “I said keep quiet,” she said again. And all through the night, he did.
*****
THE END
MOTORCYCLE CLUB ROMANCE Bad Boy Biker SEAL
1
Rebecca Roberts loved the feeling of the air on her face, whipping her long blonde hair behind her, the bike rumbling and roaring between her legs. She was riding alone, as she did so often in the last few months. She wore her colors on the back, a black zip up hoodie with her club’s logo, a skull with two crossed hammers beneath it. She had never been one for the leather vest, and these days, a lot of the younger members were putting the logo on shirts or jackets instead of the black leather. Riding in a motorcycle club was evolving - for the first time in decades.
Of course, some things would never change. Rebecca knew that first hand. She was beautiful, just shy of twenty-five, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She was petite, with well-rounded hips and large breasts. Every man who saw her wanted her. If they were into bikes, they wanted her even more. There was just something sexy about a woman who could fix up a Harley, and no woman could do that better than Rebecca. She had been serving as The Hammer’s mechanic since she was twenty. She loved the work, and even as the rest of her life crumbled down around her, she found solace in sitting in her garage, her hands black and greasy, her mind on one thing. A bike.
Jason Alder was pushing thirty, a large man with muscles growing upon his muscles. He was good looking with an angular face and a close-cropped beard, his hair black but with flecks of gray already making an appearance. He had been the leader of The Hammers for three years, and a member for a lot longer than that. The Hammers were based out of Oklahoma City, where Rebecca had been born and raised. Her father had been a member and had taught her everything she knew. He had died when she was only fifteen, being shot by the police after The Hammers and another local crew had a massive dust-up that led to seven people dead altogether, including one cop, and one civilian who was simply in the wrong bar at the wrong time.
Jason was the kind of guy who thought that since he was boss, he should get what he wanted. And what he wanted was Rebecca. Her last serious relationship had ended when she was eighteen, and though there had been a string of men since then, when Jason went for her, she didn’t put up much of a fight.
The relationship had lasted a little over a year. The sex was good, but everything else had been bad. She had really fallen for him, and he told her he loved her, but by the time she found out he had cheated on her for the third time, she knew he was full of shit.
Rebecca was crushed. She left Jason, and he seemed determined to make her life Hell. He yelled at her, put her down in front of everyone, and managed to turn most of the club against her.
“Why don’t you just leave?” he asked her one night.
“I love the bikes,” she had said quietly. He had laughed at her, and she had cried.
She had taken to just cruising around a lot. She worked during the day, keeping The Hammer’s bikes in good condition. As evening came on, she would ride, well into the night. It was almost three in the morning when she returned home to find Jason waiting for her, sitting atop his bike in her driveway.
Rebecca lived in the same house she had grown up in. After her father
had died her mother stuck around for a few years, but as soon as Rebecca turned eighteen her mother split, heading back to Florida, where she was from. Rebecca hadn’t seen her yet. She had almost been moved to Florida three years before she turned eighteen, but she had made a deal with her mother: stay in school, and her mother wouldn’t move her. It was the only thing that kept Rebecca in class.
“What do you want Jason?” Rebecca asked as she rolled her bike past her ex and opened the garage door. She parked inside and then closed the door by hand, slapping a padlock close.
“Call me Boss. If you won’t leave the club, at least respect me,” the man said, throwing one leg over his bike as he climbed off of it.
“No one else calls you boss.”
“The girls I fuck do.”
“We don’t fuck anymore,” Rebecca said, rolling her eyes and pulling her house key from the pocket of her tight jeans.
“Look, I just came over to tell you, I’ve been missing you, and I think we should put this behind us and go into your bedroom.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Rebecca said, shaking her head. She unlocked her door and stepped into her modest home, turning to stand in the doorway.
“You ain’t going to invite me in?” Jason asked.
“No.”
“You’re a bitch. That’s why you’ll always be alone. You run off every man who comes to you. Or in you.”
“Fuck you, Jason,” Rebecca said, and she went to slam the door, but he called out and what he said made her freeze.
“Hull is back.”
“No, he isn’t.”
“Yeah, I hear he is, and he wants in.”