Biker Chicks: An Anthology of Hot MC Romance

by AJ Downey

  “What do you mean ‘nope’?”

  “You’re not going to run back to that prissy bitch without knowing what you’re giving up.”

  “That’s cheating.”

  The wooden steps creaked under our combined weight. He walked up them without resisting. “So is deciding to be engaged without anyone asking or discussing anything. For that matter, so was the prom thing. You can’t just do that to someone, you have to do it with them.” We reached the door and I tossed it open.

  Standing in the doorway, one step up from him, I faced him. He seemed small and lost despite being tall enough that we saw eye to eye like this. “You can choose. I’m not trying to take your choices away. You can turn around and walk away now, and I won’t touch you again. I’ll get your phone and you can call a cab and have a friend pick up your car when it’s ready, or have it towed someplace else. Go back to Bridget. Let her own you. She’ll spend all your money, let you touch her a few times a month until she’s knocked up, and then she’ll ignore you until she wants another baby.”

  Maybe I manipulated him a little. Sue me. He was gorgeous and adorable, and I really wanted him naked and sweaty between my thighs. “Or you can come inside and we’ll have the best fuck session of your life with no strings attached. Either way, please shut the door.” I turned and sashayed through the tiny living room, making sure he had a great view of my ass swishing from side to side. For good measure, I pulled my t-shirt off to let him see my black satin bra.

  I turned down the short hallway to reach my bedroom and stopped in the open doorway to pull my boots off. When I set them aside, he still hadn’t shut the front door. Either he ran away or he still stood there, trying to decide what to do. This guy needed help. I liked him—not to mention his abs—enough already to be willing to offer it, but only if he could figure that out on his own. He had to make the first real move or nothing would change for him.

  The door finally shut. It opened again, then shut again. He did that twice more before he finally stepped around the corner. When he saw me, waiting in the doorway for him, he gulped. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”

  Beckoning him closer with a crooked finger, I smirked. “We can use handcuffs if that’ll make this easier on you. I mean, you’ve been shackled all your life, right?”

  He took tiny steps toward me, loosening his tie with shaking hands. His eyes darted around the hall and he gulped again. “Uh. I guess?”

  I crossed my arms and decided I needed to rein in the jokes until he got comfortable. “In my bedroom, there’s yes and no. Yes means we do it, no means we don’t. No wishy-washy bullshit, no maybe. We clear?”

  When he opened his mouth, a squeak came out. He took a deep breath and met my gaze. “Yes, that’s clear. Am I doing the right thing?”

  That one question must have been what kept him outside for so long. As much as I thought he should figure out the answer on his own, he seemed like he needed help to find it. “Everybody you know wants you to marry Bridget, right? What about you, though? Do you want to marry her?”

  He reached the doorway with his tie undone and put a hand on the wall to brace himself while he looked back. “I...”

  Winding my hands around the ends of his tie, I pulled him into the bedroom. Once again, he didn’t resist. I hadn’t expected him to. “Remember the rules.”

  He noticed where we stood and frowned. “Yes or no,” he murmured. He looked down at my breasts and I let him. “She’s never kissed me the way you do.” Lifting his gaze to my eyes again, he took another deep breath. “You kiss like...like you enjoy it. She kisses like...I guess like she hates it.”

  I wished he hadn’t said that, because knowing the Ice Queen hated kissing made me feel sorry for her. Maybe when I got their address, I’d send Combo over to collect Prescott’s things and take care of Bridget. Combo enjoyed tackling problems of all sorts, especially ones he could get into without his pants on.

  “I like all kinds of things,” I said, “including sex. It’s fun and feels good.”

  Nodding, he looked away. “I was out on that road because she and Mom set up a job interview for me. Thing is, I like the job I have. They think I’m not getting promoted because there’s no upward mobility where I work, but I’ve turned down a promotion twice now. On purpose. I don’t want to be in management, I want to code.”

  I smiled at him. “So you made a decision, huh? All by yourself and everything.”

  “Yeah.” He gave me a small smile. I’d thought him striking before, but now I couldn’t wait to get him to flash his pearly-whites. “I guess I did. I probably would’ve flubbed the interview on purpose.” He raked a hand through his short hair. “They’ll reschedule it for me. And then find another place to send me. And another and another, until it’s a matter of them getting me hired without an interview. In whatever job they think I should have.”

  He blew out a heavy breath. “For the rest of my life.” One more deep breath in and out, and I could see the gears churning in his head. He set his hands on my hips and pulled me closer, his gaze settling on my lips. “No, I don’t want to marry Bridget.”

  Hearing him say that made me want to cry. I beamed at him. “Then what do you want?”

  “I think...” Taking another deep breath, he shook his head. “I know I want you, Angelfish. At least for today.”

  Pleased by the answer, I pulled on his tie and planted my lips on his. Never before had I been with someone classy enough to wear a tie, and I had to admit I liked having a leash around a guy’s neck. Maybe I could get him into some kink with it, but nothing too wild or crazy. The poor guy could get overwhelmed.

  His hands rubbed gently up and down my back, reaching too high and not low enough with every stroke. As much as I liked his frantic mouth, I broke off the kiss and pushed him away enough to see his face. I licked my lips and had to tear my eyes away from his. “I’m not Bridget,” I growled.

  “I know that.” He held his arms up in surrender.

  I let go of one end of his tie and slid it off his neck so I could unbutton his shirt. “Then act like it.”

  “What?”

  The second button gave me a hard time, and I stared at it as if that would make it pop out of the hole faster. “Don’t treat me like her. I’m not your girlfriend. Fucking-A, how did you get this thing on in the first place?” Annoyed by him and his shirt, I ripped the fucking thing apart. Buttons went flying. Finally, I got to see his chest. Hard, defined pecs and a six-pack of abs lived up to my expectations.

  His eyes popped wide. “Jesus.”

  With him rooted to the spot, I tugged his belt open and pulled the hook of his pants apart. That gave me enough space to stick my hand in. Before he could freak out or back away, I wrapped my fingers around his package. “I said I want to fuck, Scotty.”

  “Uh.” He gulped. “What should I do?”

  Poor guy. “All the stuff Bridget never let you try.”

  He rubbed a hand down his face and probably had to concentrate extra hard to think while I swirled my thumb around. “Um.”

  “Do you want me to tie you up so you don’t have to make any choices?” I held up the necktie and watched him stare at it.

  Blinking stupidly, he looked from the tie to me and back several times. “No,” he finally said, the word long and drawn out like he couldn’t decide if he meant it or not until the end. “You’re real, right? I’m not hallucinating or dreaming?”

  I saw no harm in indulging his insecurities about being a big boy. “Yep, ‘fraid so. One hundred percent real woman standing in front of you, over eighteen and fully consenting.” With one last squeeze, I pulled my hand out of his pants.

  He chewed on his lip and gulped again. As he stood there staring at me, his eyes lit up. “Can I tie you up?”

  A grin spread across my face and I felt warm all over. “Only after you get my bra off.” I leaned over and threw the door shut, suspecting he’d be disturbed by an audience.

  “Okay.” He reached around
me and tugged my bra free with rough, cool hands.

  I did him the favor of popping the button on my jeans and unzipping the fly. While I did that, I got an idea to help him forget about Fridget’s training. Grinning, I held up the necktie again. “There’s a hook on the back of the door. Give me enough slack and you can bend me over to fuck me from behind.”

  “You don’t want to use the bed?” He slipped my bra off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His gaze immediately dropped to my bared breasts.

  “The bed? What for? You afraid to fuck standing up, Scotty?”

  “Oh. Uh?”

  I suspected most of his blood had fled his brain. Grabbing his belt loops, I rose to my tiptoes and bit his lower lip. The bulge in his pants pressed against me, and I swished my hips back and forth to tease him. For good measure, I let go of his pants and scraped my short fingernails across his back.

  He took the hint and kissed me, mouth hungry. His hands slid around my back then dove into my jeans to grab my ass. One hand quested further and I had no idea what he did with the other until he tugged on my hair. As I leaned back for him, he trailed a line of aggressive kisses down my jaw and neck. My new toy had enough muscle to hold me up bent over backward while he found my breast and sucked the tight peak into his mouth.

  The manhandling took me by surprise, and I loved every moment of it. I’d been intimidating guys since forever. To have one take control flipped all my switches at once. I held on and moaned while his tongue swirled and swiped. Heat spread between my legs as I imagined him doing the same there. Somehow, he also eased my jeans and panties over my hips without my noticing until they hit the floor.

  He lifted my thigh and snaked his hand underneath to brush my wetness with his fingertips. Just when he found the right spot, he stopped and came up for air. “Get that robe down.” His voice rumbled with the order and I jumped to do it, unwilling to snap him out of whatever mood he’d fallen into.

  I tossed my robe aside and caught him staring at my ass while he dropped his pants and boxers. He only let me stand by myself for a moment before closing in from behind and pushing my hair aside to nibble at my neck. His cock pressed against my ass, the blazing heat almost too much to bear.

  Though he couldn’t have had any experience at this, he reached around me without hesitation and took the tie, then wrapped it around my wrists. Watching him bind my hands made me shiver. I’d ridden pillion on a motorcycle a thousand times, putting my life in the hands of the driver, but I’d never let anyone tie me up naked before. A rush of something like fear flooded me as I realized I barely knew Prescott. He could’ve been playing me all this time to get me into this position.

  When he pushed, I shuffled forward so he could reach the hook. My nipples brushed against the cheap wood door, sending tiny sparks shooting to my fingers and toes. “You got a plan, Scotty?” My voice wavered and cracked.

  “Uh. Maybe?” He pulled the fresh knot tight and backed away while I stood there, not sure what to make of his answer. “Wow.” I heard him let out a shaky breath. “Seeing you like that...it really...” He cleared his throat. “I like this. A lot.”

  “What’re you gonna do about that?”

  Instead of answering, he closed in again and set his hands on my hips. He turned and bent me over until my hair spilled around my face and my breasts pointed straight down. I drew in one ragged breath after another, heart thumping in my chest with the terrifying thrill of riding unknown roads without a map. He ran his hand over my ass, rubbing in circles until he sent his fingers over the edge to slide between my legs.

  His first swipe made me gasp. When he found my clit and swirled his finger over it, I moaned. He stuck his knee between my legs, forcing them apart. His fingers pressed harder and harder, and I whimpered at the tension building in my core. The crest of a tidal wave felt close enough to reach out and grab when he suddenly stopped.

  Surprised and disappointed, I let out a sharp sound. Then he wriggled between my legs and sat on his knees beneath me. He gave me an uncertain smile and brushed his lips over mine. Without a word, he shifted and nibbled on my nipple, his hand finding my wetness again. The moment he touched my clit and pressed his thumb into it, I felt that wave returning. His tongue flicked over my hard bud while his fingers slipped inside me.

  Had I been lying on my back in bed, none of this would have affected me half so much. Standing at his mercy, everything felt new and different and strange. I looked down at his face and saw his eyes closed in ecstasy, his mouth working my breast and his arm pumping my core. Heat flooded my body as I came. I sagged against the tie with a groan.

  “Scotty,” I croaked. “Fuck me, Scotty.”

  He opened his eyes to gaze up at me and let go of my breast to smile with a sparkle of delighted mischief in his eyes. “Not yet.”

  I had no idea what he meant to do as he crawled between my legs again. “Please.”

  Then he lifted his face and clamped his mouth over my sex. I tried and failed to made a sound while he swiped his tongue back and forth. The tight grip he had on my thighs barely registered while he suckled. I looked down the line of my body and watched his jaw work. Seeing his thick cock standing at attention made me want it.

  “Scotty, please.”

  He sucked harder and his tongue ravaged my clit. When he swiped it back and forth again, I thanked God I’d brought him up here. He let go to nibble on my most sensitive parts, eliciting tiny squeals and gasps from me. I wanted him to keep going forever. I wanted him to stop and let me breathe. Just when I thought I’d start crying from overload, he stopped. I sighed with relief, but also throbbed with need, willing to do nearly anything to come again.

  He grabbed my hips and gave no warning before pushing his cock inside me in a smooth, slow stroke that went on forever. My moan echoed his and I whimpered while he pulled out. Another slow, lazy stroke in and out made me tremble, and I couldn’t have stayed on my feet without the tie. He pushed in again and shifted my hips until he somehow found a spot I’d never known I had until now. Sparks of pure pleasure shot through me.

  “Yes, there,” I said in a hoarse whisper. “More.”

  He grunted and sped his pace, thrusting over that spot again and again. Each jolt came before the last one faded, building until I wanted to scream. More than that, I wanted to come. Like before, the sweet release danced close yet remained out of reach.

  “More,” I wailed. “Scotty, please!”

  His next thrust slammed into me, and I stumbled forward. He tightened his grip and pounded inside me again and again. My whimpers turned to tears, then he smacked my ass so hard it shocked me over the edge. The intense orgasm flooded my body in massive rippling waves, and I screamed his name. He groaned and I felt his cum surge inside me, adding another swell of euphoria.

  With one last weak stroke, he eased me to the floor next to the door, where I was able to kneel, kept upright by the tie. When he wrapped his arms around me from behind, I felt his stubble scrape between my shoulder blades. His hot breath made me shiver. I sucked in a breath as his hands held up my tender breasts.

  “Angelfish, you’re amazing,” he said, still panting.

  I shuddered as he pulled out. When I tried to speak, I managed only a weak grunt.

  “Can I stay for a while?”

  My answer had to wait. “Untie me,” I whimpered.

  “Oh! Sorry.” Prescott moved and within seconds, I collapsed in a trembling heap. Strong arms gathered me up, carried me to the bed, and laid me down. He grabbed a blanket and snuggled up underneath it, radiating warmth. “We’ll do something else next time. Your shoulders are probably going to be sore.”

  Nodding, I rested my head on his shoulder and wrapped a leg around his to get as much skin touching as possible. The shivering subsided. My arms were useless and would probably stay that way for a while. “Best fuck ever.”

  “Yeah, for me too.” He held me close. “You’re delicious. And I love your breasts. Bridget hates me doing anything but
a quick squeeze, and even then she complains. And forget about—”

  “Ssh.” No longer tied up, I had no qualms about telling him where to go and what to do. “I don’t give a shit. No talking about that bitch in this room. She’s the past. Most important, you’re not fucking anyone else until I’m done with you.”

  He smiled and brushed his lips across mine. “Does that mean I can stay?”

  “Yes.”

  Emma Lee is a native Californian wanderer currently experiencing the wonder of rain in the Pacific Northwest. She loves to garden even though she’s lousy at it, and often finds herself staring blankly while her son discusses Minecraft. An avid reader and prolific writer all her life, she’s recently turned to sharing the kinky, crazy stories in her head instead of hiding them in the closet.

  Riding With Fire

  Amo Jones

  Chapter 1

  “Meagan! Come on, why are we in a damn motorcycle shop?” My best friend Lisa moans from behind me.

  “Come on, Lesh, this could be fun,” I reply, walking toward an immaculate gloss white Harley Davidson Street 700. Running my hands along her smooth exterior—yes, my bike will be a girl and she will purr like a Jaguar. Flashes of me riding through the summer nights with my dark hair brushing through the wind, and the vibrations sitting under me wash over my brain, spreading a smile across my lips.

  “Look,” Lisa begins. “I get it, okay? I get that you need a…” she gestures around the room, “distraction. I really get it. Sem was disgusting, bikers are fucking foul. But, Meagan! Just because you have ridden on the back of one doesn’t mean you can drive one!”

  “I’ve ridden before, Lisa. My dad took me for lessons when I was eighteen,” I answer her, walking toward the cashier. His face bored like he thinks I’m not about to drop some serious cash on his counter. He probably thinks we’re tire pushers. Nope, not today. The heavy heels of her Louboutins clink across the glass tiles behind me.