by Lynn Burke
My climax tingled up from my toes, and I yanked Hawk’s ravishing mouth away from me. “I want to come around your cock.”
He stood and started stripping, revealing tanned, smooth skin, tattooed pecs and that luscious V leading into his leathers. I didn’t waste any more time but tore at my bootlaces and the jeans hindering him getting between my thighs.
Bared from the waist down, I threw myself on the bed and spread my legs wide, beckoning with one hand. “Hurry.”
I bit my lip to keep from giggling as his fingers shook while ripping at his leathers and rolling on a condom.
Green fire lit in his eyes as he climbed onto the bed between my thighs. One thrust seated him against my womb, tearing a shriek from my lungs, same as the night before.
“So fucking wet for me.” Planking over me, he thrust a half-dozen times as I dug my nails into his bulging biceps, and he worked in and out of me, stretching me to fit his girth. “Goddamn, butterfly.” A few grunts and groans, and he slowed, gyrating his hips to rub his pubic bone against my clit.
“God, right there.” I moaned, my head tipping back and eyes closing. “I’m so damn close … don’t stop!” My climax slammed into me with Hawk’s next thrust, sizzling my skin, frying my nerve-endings in exquisite torture. I couldn’t catch my breath, couldn’t focus through the euphoria singing through my blood.
Hawk pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach before the pulsing in my pussy ended, yanked my legs closed, and one thrust landed him against my womb again. I screamed into the mattress, my hands fisted in the comforter as another climax toppled over me.
I couldn’t squirm, couldn’t lift my hips to meet him. I was at his mercy, the mercy of a rutting beast who slammed into me again and again, holding me down with the full weight of his sweating body.
“So good, so fucking good.” His thrusts became sporadic, his breaths ragged. “Fuck!”
His cock pulsed deep inside of me, and gasping for breath, he relaxed, his hot breath on my ear. “Fuck. I could die a happy man right now.” The rumble of his low voice seeped into my back, clear through to my chest, and I smiled. It seemed I couldn’t do much more than that when with Hawk.
A heaved breath, and he pressed up onto his palms, sliding his semi-hard cock from between my legs.
While a shuddering sigh melted me like hot wax into the bed, my mind continued to buzz. Had he somehow cured my mood swings? I’d never flown so high for so long.
The touch of a warm, wet cloth between my thighs slowed my mind and brought me back to the present. I spread my leg wider, giving him access to the mess I’d made while coming around his cock.
“So pink … still swollen. Goddamn, you’re beautiful.” Hawk kissed each of my ass cheeks before dipping down to place a chaste kiss on my pussy.
I rolled and stretched, peering at him beneath my lashes.
Hawk sat beside my hip, naked as a jay, his hair a mess, cheekbones tinted pink. His gaze slid down over my body and back up as though savoring the sight of a juicy steak. Heat filled his eyes as they rested on my face.
“Changed your mind about taking me back east tomorrow?” I asked as he peered down at me.
“Never.”
I smiled, although I knew it was the perfect time to tell him the truth about who I was—what I was—and save us both a shitload of heartache. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I couldn’t bear the thought of ending something that had just begun. Maybe my meds would offer control for a change. Maybe the crash wouldn’t bash me over the head like a hatchet, robbing the life from me. Maybe, just maybe, Hawk would be the kind of man who could handle the craziness inside my head.
Hawk brushed my braid over my shoulder and slid his fingertips along my collar bone, down between my breasts. “What’s going through your mind?”
“I’m scared.”
“I won’t hurt you.”
Physically, I didn’t think he would, but my heart?
“You’re the happiest, most spontaneous woman I’ve ever met. I want you on the back of my bike, Janie. I want to give us a few more days. Please.”
My throat swelled, and tears stung my eyes, but not the kind that arrived with a bout of deep depression. I scooted close to Hawk, and he stretched out beside me, gathering me close against his hard chest.
“Kiss me,” I whispered an inch from his lips.
Soft and gentle, reigniting the fire inside of me no man had been able to quench while I rode my high. Our mouths grew greedy, tongues twining, tasting, and fucking.
“I want you again.” Hawk’s groaned words along with the hardness of his cock against my thigh brought a whimper up from my chest. He reached behind him, grabbed a condom from the bed stand, and handed it to me while lying back.
I straddled his hips, tore the packet open with my teeth, and eyed his thick cock. “It’s amazing these things fit,” I said, rolling the condom down over the flared head of his dick.
“I hate the fucking things.”
“Me, too.”
Hawk grasped my arms and pulled me over his body. “Fuck me, little butterfly.”
A few gyrations of my hips, smearing my wetness over his length, and I shifted to notch his flared head inside of me.
The whiskers on his jaw twitched as though he clenched his teeth, and he palmed my hips as I pressed back onto him, stretching my pussy, filling myself with every inch of his cock. We both groaned as he bottomed out against my womb, and he wrapped his arms around me, capturing my mouth.
A euphoric thrill shot through me, as though all the planets in every galaxy aligned, every star behind my eyelids shining brightly. Like a shattering zap of lightning, I felt Hawk in every pore of my body, his taste, his touch searing my nerve endings.
I panted against his mouth, overcome with emotions and feelings I didn’t understand, but the steady thrust and retreat of our fucking, the gasps and moans accompanying the slick, hot friction between our bodies built to a frenzy. It overshadowed all thought, until all I could do was feel. Exquisite torture of the best kind, growing excitement as the edge of a cliff drew closer.
Wetness coated his thighs—my thighs—as I rubbed against him, in frantic need to sprint forward and throw myself into the unknown. My clit throbbed, and every thrust of his powerful hips rubbed me against his pelvis, heightening my need.
Hawk’s hold on my hips bruised, but the pain only intensified the wildness consuming me.
“I’m going to come,” I heard myself pant through the ringing in my ears. “Don’t stop. God, please…”
His hips pistoned, thrusting his cock into me, and I clung to his body, my fingers fisted in his hair.
Each breath brought me closer, every slide of his throbbing length deep inside of me curling my toes, sweeping tingles up through to my stomach. My lungs failed me as my body finally leaped over the edge, pulling me into oblivion.
Hawk groaned as my pussy clamped around him, but he didn’t come, didn’t stop until I lay lax on his chest.
He flipped me like a ragdoll onto my stomach and yanked me onto my knees. I stuck my ass in the air, still trying to catch my breath, my ears still ringing.
The bed dipped between my thighs, and he grasped my cheeks, spreading me wide. His hot tongue shoved into my asshole, and I squeaked, but he held me tight. “Anyone claim this tight, little hole yet?” he asked, his voice shaking as he slid the pad of his thumb through the saliva he’d left behind.
“No.”
“I want to bury myself inside your ass.” The tip of his thumb slid past the ring of muscles, and I gasped at the burn.
“You can have it. Please,” I whispered, my eyes clenched shut against the renewed need raging through me again as he slowly worked his finger inside of me.
“Goddamn, you’re tight.” He shifted and grasped my hip in his free hand. “Tonight, I’m going to finish off in this lush, swollen cunt.”
Thumb still inside of me, Hawk pressed into my pussy with his cock, filling me like I’d never been before. “O-oh
, God…”
My breath caught, and like a rubber band pulled tight, my limbs tensed. He pulled out and thrust back in, his thumb rubbing against my inner wall, and I snapped. Cum poured from me as I groaned like an animal into the pillow.
“Fuck me, Janie. That’s it, baby.”
Body moving on its own, pressing back to meet every thrust of Hawks hips and hand, I took what he offered, never wanting it to end, needing the rush sweeping through my blood to send me into a fucking coma.
Hawk slammed into so damn hard I slid forward, and two more grunted thrusts swelled his cock inside of me. He shuddered, his dick pulsing, sending another tingle through my limbs. Once again, he relaxed against me, his chest heaving, breath heavy in my ear.
****
An hour or so later, we fucked one more time, the pizza we’d had delivered wiped out, the box tossed to the floor. The spice of pepperoni lingered on Hawk’s tongue as languid thrusts into my mouth and pussy brought on a climax that left me boneless.
Still hard, he’d carried me to into the shower where he washed every inch of my weary body.
I slid to my knees, and he fucked my tits I held squished together, finally shooting his cum up over my face. I fucking loved it.
Darkness had fallen, and when we finally rode down the highway toward my hotel to get my bags, I realized Hawk had completely sated my appetite. Contentment wrapped me in a fleece cocoon and kept me smiling even though possible trouble awaited at our destination.
I’d texted Tasha to let her know I was on my way to grab some of my things, but she hadn’t responded before we’d left. Both Tasha and Lori didn’t like my plan—or the lies they had to tell until I headed east on the back of Hawk’s Harley—but they’d agreed earlier that morning when I’d snuck into our hotel room to cover my ass, wanting me to enjoy myself for as long as possible since all good things always came to an end for me.
Hawk parked his bike at my hotel’s rear entrance, and I hopped off, my gaze flitting around the near-empty parking lot. “I—I’ll go grab my stuff. No need for you to come up.”
“You sure?”
I wiped my palms down my jeans. “Yeah. Be right back.”
Hawk
I sat back and relaxed the best I could while checking out her swaying ass and those creamy thighs I couldn’t wait to get between again.
Hot and tight… The memory of her slippery cunt swelled my cock again even though the spent balls beneath ached like a motherfucker.
She disappeared inside, and I pulled out my cell.
“Our room still smells like satisfied pussy and cum,” Jonny said by way of hello.
I chuckled. “Can’t say I’m sorry.”
“I just got back. Where the fuck are you?”
Heaving a sigh, I glanced at the door Janie had disappeared through. “At her hotel, picking up her things.”
Silence.
“I’m taking her with me tomorrow when we leave and dropping her off in New York.”
“The fuck, Hawk?”
“I know, right?” I scratched the back of my head. “It’s out of the way, but … I don’t know, Jonny. She’s … fuck. I don’t know.”
“You sound like Nicky.”
“Fuck.” My hand dropped to my lap. Our best friend had handed in his colors a few months prior, headed north, and found himself a younger woman who ended up claiming him in every way possible. “I don’t believe in love, let alone love at first sight.”
“I don’t either,” Jonny grumbled, “but you sure as fuck are acting just like him. Mel’s got Nicky so wrapped up that the bastard still won’t return my calls or texts.”
Mine either, I didn’t bother reminding him.
Nicky had left the Fallen Gliders because we dealt the opioids his sister had OD’d on. While I hated the fact he’d left us, I could understand his desire to distance himself. Fucking sucked, though.
He’d left, and I ended up filling the void he’d left in the club as sergeant at arms. “Can’t stand the thought of leaving here tomorrow without her,” I said, fighting to hold back a sigh. “Hoping by the time we should split from you for New York, she’ll have agreed to come home with me.”
“Shit.” Jonny’s heavy exhale hit my ear hard. “I think you’re fucking nuts, but if she’s the one you want right now, then she’s the one you want. I’ve got your back—same as always.”
“Thanks, man.”
“You done fucking for the night, or should I go crash in someone else’s room?”
My grin returned. “I’ve already blown my load three times.”
“You’re Hawk ‘fucking’ Richards with an endless supply of cum, or so the club whores say. No fucking way you’re done for the night.”
I laughed and rubbed my chest at the foreign feeling tingling there. “Yeah, well.”
Jonny chuckled again. “I’ll crash next door with Digger just in case you can’t keep your cock in your boxers.”
“I don’t wear any fucking underwear.”
“So that’s your secret? Maybe I should give it a try.”
Laughing again, I hung up and tucked my cell back into my pocket. Jonny complained as much as me about the lack of fuckable women in the club the previous couple of months. Not too many knew he struggled with getting his rocks off. He blamed age, but at forty-two, a mere five years older than me, I knew he lied.
He’d grown bored, same as I had. His brain was overrun with worry over the club and the declining numbers. The fine line we walked between being one-percenters and hating the crisis our drug dealing enabled.
No fucking way we could change, though. The presidents’ meeting a few nights prior had spelled that out clear as shit.
Fallen Gliders supplied what people wanted. We made money, and unless we handed in our colors, we’d do so until six feet under.
“Fuck,” I muttered to myself, eyeing the hotel’s back door. Pushing aside the dismal thoughts, I turned my mind to Janie.
Full of life, exuberant, spontaneous Janie. A cool, spunky glass of water on a sweltering day. The sweetest rush of fresh air from an ocean breeze.
Goddamn, am I fucked.
The thought didn’t turn my stomach, didn’t sent a shot of worry or the desire to flee through my body. Snagged on her line, she had me by the balls. Aching balls.
I doubted I had a drop of cum left in me, but my dick didn’t give a shit. I wanted to slide into her cunt again and again until I passed out.
She hurried out the hotel door, her baseball cap pulled low on her forehead, long hair still in a braid over her shoulder. Lower lip between her teeth, she glanced around the parking lot. Like a squirrel with her tail on fire, she scurried toward me in a new pair of skinny jeans and her riding boots, two small bags in one hand and a large backpack slung over her other arm.
“Your friends give you shit?” I asked while flipping open the saddlebags on my bike.
“Not too much. Tasha promised to take the rest of my stuff home.” She shoved things from the bag into one side, then arranged the rest into the other. “Let’s get out of here before they change their minds.”
A whisper of unease snuck into my brain, but I pulled away from the hotel, Janie’s heart thumping fast against my back as she clung to me.
I opened it up and sped back down the highway, buzzing by other bikers and the occasional car even though it had to be close to one. We arrived back at my hotel, and Janie seemed to have chilled the fuck out, smiling and eyes flashing again.
“Tired?” I asked as she set her backpack on the floor.
“Nope.”
“Oh, how I envy the young and their boundless energy,” I said with a chuckle before leaning down to brush my lips against hers. “We’re leaving at six. Best get some sleep.”
She sighed as I pulled away. “All right.”
Twenty minutes later, she crawled beneath the sheets and curled her naked body around mine.
I groaned at her soft warmth pressed against me and turned on my side to face her.
“No fucking way I’ll sleep with you all pressed against me like this.”
“Mmm.” She rolled over and snuggled her ass against my groin. “Better?”
“Fuck, no,” I said between clenched teeth. Thoughts of her virgin, puckered hole swelled my cock.
“You can take me again,” she said, her voice all sultry and lust-laced as she wiggled against me.
“I want this ass,” I said, trailing a fingertip between her cheeks, “but that’s going to take some time. Time we don’t have right now.” I lifted my fingertip to my nose and inhaled the musky scent of her. “Goddamn, woman, do you tempt me.”
She giggled and fucking wiggled again.
“Go to sleep, little butterfly. I’ll satisfy your craving for my cock tomorrow.”
A huffed, exaggerated sigh, and she pressed her back against my chest. “Promise?”
“Promise. Now close your eyes.”
Took a long time with Janie fidgeting beside me, but I eventually gave over to the exhaustion from having drained my fucking balls.
Janie
Light snores emitted from Hawk’s lips, and I still stared through the darkness of his hotel room, wide awake, the sheets chafing at my skin. Sure, my body felt like it had been used hard and put to bed wet, but my mind wouldn’t stop.
Lori hadn’t said shit when I told them Hawk was taking me back east. Tasha had helped me pack, her giddiness and constant stream of jealous words giving me the confidence and guts to stick with my decision.
If they knew that Hawk belonged to the Fallen Gliders, they would have locked me in the room in order to save my life. Dad finding out who I rode off with would put us, both Hawk and me, in a grave, I didn’t doubt.
My choice to accept Hawk’s offer was selfish in the worst sense of the word, but I’d never wanted something so badly in my life. I would soak in his attention for as long as I could because God knew, if I crashed and he saw the real me, he would drop me fast as fuck.
I finally drifted off, and the second I opened my eyes to early morning light hinting around the blinds, I took stock of my racing mind, my emotions. My yawn morphed into a smile.