Suddenly, I felt an insistent buzz in my back pocket. Groaning in frustration, I broke away from his kiss. Looking towards the front of the bar, I saw that Kara had rejoined Cory, Dana and Josh and that they were all looking at me. “Just a second,” I muttered, and pulled out my phone and read the message. “we r leaving. u coming?” The text was from Dana.
Ugh. Now? I couldn’t believe it. How could I possibly tear myself away from this man? Looking up at Smoke, I frowned in frustration. “My friends are leaving. I guess I have to go,” I said.
“I can take you home,” he replied with a dark twinkle in his eye. When I didn’t reply right away, he threw his head back and laughed. “Darlin’, don’t worry, you’re not gonna get eaten. You can trust me. I don’t rape women. Anything I do to you, you’ll want it, trust me.”
I hesitated, but despite having just met him, I believed that he was telling me the truth. Besides, I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want to run the risk of never seeing Smoke again. There was something about him that compelled me beyond anything I’d ever known. Looking over at my friends, I made my decision. I smiled widely to reassure them, then texted: “im good. u go ahead. i have a ride.”
“u sure?” came the reply.
“yes no worries,” I wrote back.
Kara flashed me a thumbs up and turned to go. Cory and Dana gave each other a worried look, but after exchanging a few words with their heads together, they seemed to come to an agreement. Dana thumbed another message into the phone and looked up at me. My phone buzzed: “txt me when u get home safe, k?”
I raised my arm and gave them a thumbs up in return. Dana and Cory waved goodbye, and the four of them left the bar with no further discussion. I made a mental note to myself to text Dana as soon as I got back to the dorms.
Smoke wordlessly watched them leave the bar without me, then looked down at me with a sexy grin. “So, they’re leavin’ you in the company of the big bad wolf,” he teased, showing a set of gleaming white teeth at me. I laughed. “Yes, I guess they trust me to know my own mind,” I said.
“You ever been on a bike before?” he smirked.
“No, never” I admitted. Then, looking at him as boldly as I dared, I cocked my head coyly and said, “There’s lots of stuff I’ve never done that I want to do.”
A smile spread across his face as he gave me a look that was very big bad wolf, indeed. Before I knew it, Smoke had bent down and picked me up in his arms like I was light as a feather. Hoots and shouts echoed around us as he carried me unceremoniously toward the back of the bar down a long hallway. Stopping at a closed door, he set me down and got out a key from a key ring at his hip. Smoke opened the door and led me into the darkened room. Then his mouth was on mine again, his hands lifting my ass up and leaning me against the wall to set me down on his hot, still-hard shaft.
I whimpered as I felt my panties go from damp to wet, and began to rock my hips frantically as my body instinctively responded to his. I threw my arms around his neck and opened my mouth, thrusting out my tongue to meet his. Smoke growled, a low, animal sound, and clutched his hands hard against my ass, crushing me to him. The fabric of his jeans and my shorts seemed three feet thick. I was in an agony of lust: all I could think about was closing the distance between us. I wrapped my legs around him tightly, pulling him closer and moaning as little thrills of pleasure coursed through me at the friction between my sex and his. All I could think of was how desperately I needed for him to make me come, by any means necessary.
Still crushing my lips with his, Smoke carried me through the dark to a waist-high surface and set me down. My fingers stroked the felt fabric and I realized I was sitting on a pool table. Smoke pushed me onto my back and grabbed me by the wrists, pinning me under him. As he was leaning over me, the heat of his skin radiated against mine. I moaned and spread my legs. “You like it rough, darlin’?” he gritted, his hot breath in my face.
“I don’t know,” I whispered. But if I didn’t know, why was every inch of my skin calling out for more?
He held both of my wrists with one hand, and reached down with the other, pushing the thin fabric of my shorts aside. He stuck a finger into my swollen, dripping folds. I gasped. “That’s not what your pussy tells me,” he muttered thickly. A jolt of electricity shot through me to hear him use such a dirty, strangely erotic word. He moved away from me, and I felt his hands on my shorts, undoing first the button and then the zipper. He yanked them off at the same time as my panties, and then grabbed my ankles, propping my booted feet up on the table. Now I was splayed in front of him, helpless and exposed, wearing only my boots and tiny tank top.
“That’s a fucking thing of beauty,” he breathed in satisfaction as he looked at me with frankly animal lust. Reaching down, he lightly feathered one finger up my leg to my right thigh, teasingly skipping my throbbing sex, and then down my left leg. My eyes had adjusted to the dark now, and I saw that he was stroking himself through his jeans. I was burning and wet between my legs, desperate for relief. Frantically, I reached one hand blindly down towards him, as though to pull him closer. He moved toward me and pushed me further back on the table, spreading my legs wider. I barely had time to register what he was doing before his tongue was plunged deep inside me, licking and lapping at my wet folds. I cried out softly as I felt his stubble brush against my lower lips and thighs. My hands reached down and fisted in his hair as I arched my pelvis toward his tongue, desperate for the release I knew he could give me. I moaned as his saliva mixed with my juices, slicking my skin deliciously as he continued to tease. His tongue plunged deeper, then pulled back to swirl around my nub maddeningly. I moaned again and squirmed; it felt like he would drive me mad with every stroke of his magic tongue. I couldn’t stand much more. “Please!” I begged him, trying to push his head where I needed it.
“Please what, darlin’?” he said, breaking away from me. I could hear the teasing smile of satisfaction in his voice.
“Please… more…”
“I wanna hear you say it, darlin’. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Please,” I whispered, my face blushing scarlet in the dark. “Please… make me come.”
“Do you want me to fuck your pussy with my tongue ‘til you come? Say the words!” he demanded.
“Yes!” I cried, my desperate need overcoming my embarrassment. “Please! Make me come, fuck my pussy with your tongue and make me come!”
With a growl of triumph, he plunged once more, his rough tongue thrusting inside me, and then I felt it emerge to flick lightly over my clit. I jolted in pleasure and spread my legs even wider, thrusting my hips against his tongue as he flicked. I felt first one finger inside me, then two, as he continued to lick, and then began to suck at my clit softly with his thick, sensual lips.
Smoke’s fingers began to press a spot inside me just under my belly button that sent jolts of pleasure rocketing through me, and soon he was timing those jolts with the strokes of his flicking tongue. I felt my insides clench, and my hips thrust up one final time as everything shattered and I came screaming and bucking against his tongue. My knees and thighs shook as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. I was still coming when Smoke picked me up and turned me over so I was suddenly standing on the floor, leaning over the pool table. I heard him unzip his jeans, and then the soft sound of the fabric falling onto the floor. Then, unexpectedly, I felt a stinging slap as Smoke spanked me, first on one buttock, then the other.
“I wanna see your ass red and hot, baby,” he growled, and spanked me again, harder this time. I yelped in pain, but the pain was mixing with the pleasure of my orgasm in a confusing way. Then, I felt delicious, hot velvet slide between my legs as his slickened cock head pressed against my soaking opening. At once, the need to have him inside me was overwhelming. I spread my legs and opened for him, gasping at his size as he entered me roughly. Grabbing me by the hips, he began pumping forcefully, pounding me against the pool table. Grunting with each thrust, his heavy bal
ls slapped against my ass as he murmured, “Fuck yeah, oh, yes, you’re so fuckin’ wet, I’m gonna come inside you so hard…”
I had a dizzy moment of panic that he wasn’t wearing protection, but I was on the pill, and I would just have to hope he was clean. The truth was, I was so turned on by the idea of him coming inside me that the thought of it made my insides clench again.
Smoke grabbed my neck with one hand and pulled me back toward him as he thrust harder and harder, his tip going deep and hitting my cervix with each pump. I could feel him getting larger inside of me as he got closer to his orgasm, and the sensation drove me wild. I began begging him again, a stream of incoherent words tumbling from my mouth as I pleaded with him to fuck me and come inside me. He reached around me and stroked a finger against my clit, massaging it in rhythm with his thrusts, and I felt myself once again climbing higher and higher. Then, with one final thrust, he groaned deeply and emptied himself inside me, sending me over the edge a second time. We shuddered against each other, joined in our ecstasy as he coated my insides with his thick, hot cream.
Smoke collapsed on top of me and we lay like that, panting, for several minutes. When our breathing had finally gotten back to normal, he buried his face in my hair and inhaled deeply. “Your hair is like flame,” he whispered to me as his hands slowly caressed my auburn tresses.
After a time, Smoke pulled out of me with surprising gentleness, and then I heard him cross the room to rummage on a shelf. I stood up, feeling battered and bruised between my legs but more satisfied than I had ever been in my life. He brought me a towel, tossing it on the pool table and saying simply, “It’s clean.”
As I was cleaning myself up, a pounding on the other side of the door startled me. “Yeah, just a second!” Smoke yelled, unperturbed. I adjusted my clothing and quickly ran a hand through my dishevelled hair. Reaching into my purse, I found my lip gloss, and as I applied it, I looked up to see Smoke looking at me with a grin. “You’re something else, you know that?” he drawled at me.
“Thanks,” I smiled, blushing furiously. “You’re not so bad yourself.” How could I suddenly feel so shy in front of this man who had just given me two mind-blowing orgasms and fucked me within an inch of my life?
“Come on,” he said, reaching for his leather cut. “Let me introduce you to some of the family.”
He unlocked and opened the door, and we emerged from the office into the brighter but still subdued light of the bar. As we walked out into the main area, a couple of the bikers clapped and whistled when they saw us. I bowed my head, blushing, and tried to smile like I wasn’t dying of embarrassment. Smoke led me over to a middle-aged man built like a tank, with a large salt and pepper beard. “This here’s Ram, and his old lady Roxy.” The woman seated next to Ram was a pretty but hard-looking woman with dark eyes and hair. Looking at me with an unreadable expression, she nodded once, but did not smile. “You got yourself a back warmer for the evening, Smoke?” she said with a smirk, turning her eyes to him.
Smoke ignored the comment. Ram spoke up now. “Now that you’re done gettin’ your jollies, we got a problem, Smoke. The Iron Alliance just made a sale in our territory.”
“Shit,” Smoke said through gritted teeth. “That’s not too smart of them,” he smiled angrily.
“Smart or not, they done it,” Ram replied. “And they knew what they were doin’ when they did. You go down and talk to Gangrene about this, get the lowdown on what happened and who done it.”
“On it,” Smoke agreed. Turning away from the older man, he put his large, strong hand on my back and led me away. I looked up at him sadly, but said nothing. I guessed this was the end of my little adventure. Smoke would take me back to thes dorm now, and that would be that. The best, most exciting sex of my life would be nothing but a memory.
We walked out the front door of the bar and into the beautiful spring night. “Some crazy shit just went down, baby girl,” he growled. His voice was tense, and had lost the teasing playfulness he had used earlier. He strode along the line of bikes, stopping at a large, black Harley with no windshield. Slinging a muscled leg over the bike, he handed me a half helmet that was hooked to the side. “Put this on. Then swing your leg over the bike, and put your feet on these pegs,” he said, pointing down.
Wordlessly, I strapped on the helmet and got on the back of the bike. I found the foot pegs as he started up the Hog. Storm backed the bike out of the line as I struggled with the unfamiliar feeling of being off-balance. Over the sound of the engine, he yelled, “You comin’ with me, or should I take you home?”
My heart surged; the most memorable night of my life was not over yet. I hesitated only a second. “I’m coming with you,” I responded, putting my arms around his waist.
“Okay. Now put your arms around me. Lean with me when the bike leans. And don’t take your feet off the pegs when we stop.”
I did as he said and wrapped my arms around him, breathing deeply in satisfaction as I relished the smell of old leather and the feeling of his strong, muscled body. Smoke put the bike into gear, and we drove off into the night.
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Heat. The smell of exhaust. The deep rumble of the engine beneath me. My arms wrap around his warm, leather-clad torso as we speed through the dark night.
The ground beneath us flies faster and faster, a gray blur illuminated only by the gleaming headlamp of the bike. The vibration of the engine between my legs sends electric jolts of pleasure through me, and I press into the seat as I bury my face in the leather of Smoke’s jacket.
Then somehow, we are in his bed, our bodies entwined. My senses are filled with him, my body opening to him like a desert flower to the rain. He pushes himself inside me, plunging deep into my core. I cry out, arching my back and wrapping my legs around his torso. He rides me, driving me higher and higher, as we both approach the speed of light…
A buzz from beside my bed jolted me awake and I sat up, startled and disoriented. My hair was wild, tangled in front of my face, and I was still in the clothes I had been wearing the night before. I glanced over at the nightstand and saw my phone illuminated. As I looked at it in confusion, it buzzed again. I picked it up and saw a list of texts from Dana, and everything came back to me in a rush. Shit, I thought, instantly contrite. I forgot to text her last night when I got home.
I thumbed through the texts, and could clearly see Dana’s rising worry in their increasingly frantic tone:
“r u home yet?”
“where r u?”
“Jen, come on, im worried”
“call me now”
“where the hell r u????!!!”
Poor Dana. Knowing she must be worried sick, I quickly pressed the number to call her. Dana answered on the second ring, panic evident in her voice. “Jen, Jesus Christ, are you okay?!”
“I’m fine,” I said immediately. “Don’t worry. I’m so sorry I didn’t text you last night when I got home. It was so late and I was so tired that I just forgot.”
“Jesus, Jen, I was fucking worried sick about you,” Dana said angrily. “I didn’t know what to do. I almost called campus police, but what were those fuckers gonna do about it?” She blew out a quick breath of air in relief. “Don’t fucking do that again, okay?” she finished, in a tone that told me she would take no argument.
I grimaced as she spoke: She must really be worked up. Dana swears from time to time, but she only says ‘fuck’ when she’s super, super mad. “Dana, I’m so sorry. Sincerely.” I made my voice as calm and as apologetic as I could to try to placate her. “I promise you, it will never happen again.”
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and I waited patiently, knowing I had said everything I could. Then, in a grudging tone, I heard Dana mutter, “Okay. I forgive you. But please, please, next time, let me know you’re okay. You really freaked me out.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to say “There won’t be a next time”, but as soon as my mouth opened, I stopped m
yself. What would I mean exactly if I said it? If I meant that there wouldn’t be a next time with me seeing Smoke, I knew I couldn’t guarantee that. I knew that I hoped more than anything that I would see him again. Still tingling and aroused from my sexy dream, I felt my lower lips puff with need at the thought of the sexy biker with the flashing blue eyes and what he had done to me last night. Ugh. Focus, Jen. I shook my head violently to clear the delicious but distracting thought of him, and focused on my friend. Clearing my throat, I repeated in my most sincere, forthright voice: “I promise, Dana, I will let you know I’m okay next time. If there is a next time.”
Attempting to change the subject from my shitty friend behavior, I opted to ask her about her evening instead. “So, what did you guys end up doing after you left the bar last night?” Dana started to answer, and as I listened, I suddenly realized that I was alone in my dorm room. “Wait, Dana,” I interrupted her as I looked around with a start. “Where’s Kara? Do you know what happened to her? She’s not here, and it doesn’t look like she came home last night!” God, I must have been so out of it when I tiptoed into the darkened room after my adventure with Storm, I didn’t even notice she wasn’t in her bed.
Dana laughed delightedly. “That’s what I was trying to tell you! Kara and Josh finally hooked up last night!” she gushed.
“You’re kidding me!” I gasped.
“No, it’s true!” Dana insisted. “I guess seeing Kara kissing that biker guy at the bar really yanked Josh’s chain. We went to another bar to have drinks after we left the Black Dog, and he was being a pouty grouch. Kara started teasing him, and he ended up grabbing her arm and taking her outside to talk to her. When they came back about twenty minutes later, Josh was smiling and Kara was blushing like crazy. I didn’t even know Asians could blush!” she finished with a giggle.
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