Runaway Ride: Alpha Bad Boy Biker and MC Romance Box Set

by A. L. Summers

  The gig continued for another half an hour and the crowd enthralled by this could-be country star. As the enthusiasm of the crowd grew, so did Delilah's confidence. With her increased confidence, the passion in her voice grew, as well. The crowd was falling in love with her. Micah nearly slapped himself when he realized he might be, as well.

  Eventually, it was over. The audience erupted into applause and cheers. They rose to their feet in a standing ovation. Delilah smiled nervously and took a small bow before she stepped off the stage and headed to the bar.

  "Just whisky, Bill," Delilah asked. She looked out of breath.

  "You earned it, darling,” said Bill with a smile. He handed her a shot. She downed it in one go and hung her head in exhaustion.

  "You've got a hell of a singing voice,” said Micah, as he approached her from the side.

  "Thanks," said Delilah nervously. She turned towards Micah. She expected to see a man in a flashy suit with a business card in hand. It surprised and disappointed her that the fan was actually a biker, albeit one with a vice president's badge on his jacket.

  "Um, thanks," Delilah repeated herself. She was a little more confident and dismissive this time. Maybe the real producer would be along soon.

  "Expecting someone else?" Micah asked coolly.

  "Yeah, my boyfriend," Delilah replied. She decided to try to discourage the fan from pursuing her any further. "He's coming to pick me up in a few minutes."

  "What kind of guy doesn't come see his girlfriend's gig?" Micah pointed out smoothly. He caught Delilah on her lie. "Especially, when he knows what a beautiful singing voice she has."

  "Look, no offense, buddy," Delilah adopted a more serious tone, "but I really am waiting for someone over here. So, I hate to dash your inflated hopes, but you're not getting in my pants tonight."

  "Who says I'm picking you up?" said Micah, as cool and collected as ever.

  "That's always why bikers come up and talk to me," said Delilah. She took another shot of whisky. "They're just passing through on their way to or from some biker convention and they're staying the night in town. They're all worn out from the open road. They want to take some pretty girl back to their motel room to keep them warm for the night, as a substitute for their wives or girlfriends. Most of them are total pigs."

  "And how do I compare?" asked Micah, ever persistent. Delilah looked him up and down with a critical gaze.

  "Well, you haven't commented on my breasts, yet," she said. She downed another shot of whisky. "You're not bad looking, either; but, that doesn’t mean I'm going to sleep with you."

  "Never crossed my mind," said Micah. A smug, bad boy smile crossed his lips.

  "Liar." Delilah snorted dismissively. "You all want the same thing."

  "I don't see anyone dressed like a record producer in that crowd, by the way," Micah said casually.

  "What's that got to do with anything?" demanded Delilah, becoming defensive.

  "It explains why you keep downing whisky shots," Micah replied, sensing a kink in her defensive exterior.

  "I know how to hold my liquor, thanks very much," Delilah shot back. This time she was even more defensive.

  "Let me guess," Micah said, as he moved in for the kill. "You've had all this singing talent since you were a kid and you've always dreamed of becoming the next big country star. But, to become a star, you need to get noticed. So, you set up this gig. You probably made a few calls to some record companies. You had hoped that one of them would send an agent out to hear you sing and make all your dreams come true. And now, you're waiting at the bar, hoping that he'll walk up to you and tell you to sign on the dotted line."

  Delilah stepped into Micah's space and glared up at him, even though he was several inches taller than she was. He'd just hit the nail on the head. It made her feel intensely vulnerable to be verbally dissected so quickly.

  "You don't know a thing about me," she said, trying to stop her voice from trembling.

  "I'd like to," replied Micah. His bad boy demeanor briefly gave way to sincerity, "Let’s start with your name."

  "Why?" Delilah demanded. Her defensiveness began to melt. "I'm just a country girl with big dreams in a little town. Why would you care about all that?"

  "Because you're damned beautiful," Micah responded. "Simple as that."

  Delilah found herself at a loss for words. She honestly couldn't tell whether this man was trying to pick her up or not. She'd stepped into his space to confront him, but found herself face-to-chest with him. Even with his shirt and jacket on, it was clear he was well built. Up close, his small beard and slightly unkempt bristles looked even more handsome. His eyes were an alluring shade of electric blue. His other edges were pretty rough, but his sheer good looks made up for that. Delilah casted around awkwardly. She hoped that the long awaited talent agent would interrupt them.

  "If he hasn't turned up by now, he probably wasn't here to begin with," Micah pointed out. It was as if he read her mind.

  "Oh, who am I fooling?" Delilah exclaimed in hopeless resignation. She turned away from Micah. "Who the hell would come to a crappy little town like this to hear some bargirl do a karaoke gig?"

  "You shouldn't be so hard on yourself."

  "Of course I should be," Delilah said. She downed another shot of whisky. "Dreams either come true or they come crashing down around you."

  "No, they don't," Micah replied. His sincerity grew warmer. "As long as you don't stop chasing them, they either come true today or they come true tomorrow."

  Delilah turned back to face Micah.

  "That's sounds so sweet," said Delilah before adding a little haughtily, "for a bad boy biker who hasn't shaved in weeks."

  "Ouch, that really hurts my feelings," Micah said with an amused smile. The insult did not faze him in the least.

  "Well, it was nice talking to you, stranger," Delilah concluded. She set down her shot glass. "I'm heading home."

  "Let me give you a ride then," suggested Micah.

  "Nice try, handsome," snorted Delilah, "but I live just around the corner."

  "At least let me walk you home then," Micah persisted. He was determined not to let his goal slip through his fingers.

  "You just don't give up, do you?" said Delilah. Exasperation crept into her voice.

  "When I see something I want," Micah replied smoothly, as he moved in for the coup de grace, "I never give up on it."

  The two gazed into each other's eyes in silence for a few moments. Micah waited patiently for the fruits of his sweet talk to pay off. Delilah, slightly addled by the whisky, gauged whether or not it was worth taking this stranger home.

  "Let's use the back door," she said.

  ***

  Micah and Delilah went out the back of the bar. They walked side-by-side back to her house. A few of the streetlights were on by now, but the main source light was the bright white luminescence of the full moon. Although it was the middle of a hot summer, the cloudless night sky meant that the daytime heat vanished. In its place, an extremely chilly wind blew. Delilah shivered and huddled up against Micah.

  "I could give you my coat if you'd like it." Said Micah, as he wrapped his arm around Delilah to keep her warm.

  "Thanks for the offer," Delilah answered, "but it's my bare legs that are freezing."

  "I could lend you my pants, too," suggested Micah not a little flirtatiously, "after we get back to your place." The offer made Delilah laugh.

  "You still think you're getting in my panties tonight?" Delilah asked him.

  "I get the feeling none of the other bikers got this far, am I right?"

  "Your feeling is correct," Delilah replied. "You're actually the first biker I've ever met who wasn't a total pig."

  "I'm flattered."

  "You should be relieved, as well," added Delilah. "The last guy who tried to pick me up tried to grab my ass, so I grabbed his nuts and squeezed, hard."

  "Still trying to put me off from trying to pick you up?" Micah asked, not visibly discourage
d by the implicit threat.

  "I don't see a Harley-Davidson anywhere," Delilah pointed out, "so technically, I'm the one who's picking you up."

  A minute later, the couple arrived at Delilah's front door. She turned to face Micah. She was still not sure if taking him home was the right thing to do.

  "I still don't know your name, stranger." Delilah remarked.

  "The name's Micah."

  "I'm Delilah."

  "That's a pretty name."

  "Why thank you," Delilah replied with a smile. She turned to open her front door. "Well, it was nice talking to you, Micah."

  Micah wasn't about to let Delilah slip away when he was so close. He put his hand behind her neck and planted his lips on hers before she could stop him. His sudden move took her by surprise, but she relaxed as the kiss continued. She allowed herself to briefly melt into his embrace. Then, she pulled back to break it off.

  "You're not going to leave me out in the cold after all that, are you?" asked Micah. He managed to successfully retain his cool exterior.

  "You're a big, strong guy. I'm sure you can take of yourself," Delilah replied. "Although," she added, taking a step towards him, "I'm pretty sure you're big and strong enough to take care of me, too."

  Micah took his cue and moved in for another kiss. Delilah wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled her body against his. He reached behind her knees, lifted her up by the thighs, and carried her inside the house. Micah kicked the door shut and carried Delilah up the stairs. She wrapped herself around him and hungrily kissed his neck, as he took her to her bedroom.

  Once they were inside her bedroom, Micah set Delilah down and pulled off his jacket and shirt. Delilah gasped in awe and growing lust, as she beheld Micah's deliciously carved muscles. He had a perfect six-pack and well defined pectorals. His arms were thick and sculpted, as well. She was barely able to concentrate through her deepening arousal and tipsiness. Delilah hastily undid the knot of her crop top and tossed it on the ground along with her bra.

  Micah moved in to kiss Delilah again. He invaded her mouth with his tongue, as she eagerly ran her hands across his body. Micah, in turn, ran his hands across Delilah's plump breasts and smooth belly. He worked his way down towards the ultimate prize. Delilah's hands also wandered south, across her lover's gym-carved muscles, towards the prominent bulge in his pants. She took a firm hold of his masculine equipment. She massaged it gently and stoked his aching need to release it from his pants.

  Micah began to fiddle with the buttons on Delilah's daisy dukes, as they continued to kiss. As he undid the buttons of her shorts, she turned and pushed him backwards onto her bed with surprising force. He unzipped his pants and kicked them off along with his underwear and shoes. Delilah watched him with a dirty look in her eyes. With Micah watching, she slowly pulled her shorts and panties down around her legs. She kicked them away, along with her heels. Then, she swayed towards him and gave him a full frontal view of her nude body.

  Delilah was also enthralled by the sight of Micah's manhood. It was an inch and a half thick and almost seven inches long. It stood erect and proud, like a phallic monument of masculine glory. Micah pulled back the foreskin to reveal the exquisite head. It was shaped like a mushroom dome and tinged an exotic shade of purple. The magnificent head crowned his cock like a glorious amethyst gem. A giant sack with a pair of testes brimmed with life-giving seed at the base of his cock.

  Micah could barely contain himself, as he beheld Delilah's angelic curves and shaven womanhood. He stroked himself, as Delilah approached and straddled his lap. She looked him straight in the eye. Then, she raised herself up on her knees and felt underneath for his cock.

  Micah gripped her hips to hold her steady. She grasped his cock with her comparatively tiny hand. Then, she lined it up with her moist labia and carefully lowered herself down on to it.

  An audible gasp escaped Delilah's lips, as Micah slipped inside her. The sexual tension that had been brewing until this moment made her pussy slick with anticipation. Her body eagerly preempted this coupling. The slick secretions that lined her love-tunnel allowed Micah to enter her with ease. Even so, his sheer length and girth made her grunt with a tinge of discomfort, as she stretched to accommodate him.

  Once Micah and Delilah became acclimated to one another's presence, Delilah began to rock. She sensuously ground her hips forwards and backwards with grace, as she rode him. She put her hands firmly on Micah's powerful shoulders for support. He gripped her hips and aided her movements by pushing and pulling in sync with her body.

  As Delilah rode Micah's cock, she began to settle into a smooth rhythm. She moved so that her entire body rippled like a professional belly dancer. Her inner thighs rubbed against Micah's hips. His skin slid against her own and his cock glided inside of her. Delilah delighted in the discovery of her hidden talent. She enthusiastically undulated her body, as Micah looked up at her with fire in his eyes.

  Micah tried to hold back his inflamed urges, but they became harder to suppress. Delilah continued to grind her hips up and down his groin with amazing skill and dexterity. He gritted his teeth in barely restrained lust, as the silky folds of Delilah's pussy kissed and caressed his manhood. The coital massage was exquisite and intense. It took a serious effort on his part to hold back. Finally, it all became too much and he took charge.

  Micah rose to his feet abruptly. He lifted Delilah into the air, as she remained impaled atop his cock. Delilah yelped in surprise. She held on tightly to Micah's shoulders and neck, as she was carried forward and aggressively pinned against the wall of her bedroom. Delilah giggled. It thrilled her to have the sexual initiative wrested from her so vigorously. She ran her hands all over Micah's wonderful body. She savored the powerful touch of his virile musculature, while she snuggled her vulnerable, female frame against him.

  Once Micah took the reins of the encounter, he began to thrust into Delilah with unbridled lust. The sexual disempowerment felt raw to her, especially as he grunted with each inward stroke. Micah rammed in and out of Delilah's wet pussy. His hips audibly slapped against hers with each powerful inward stroke. The head of his cock invaded her and pounded rhythmically against her, as if demanding the ultimate form of surrender.

  Meanwhile, Delilah's beleaguered pussy worked hard to accommodate him. Her womanhood was already stretched to its maximum extent by the sheer size of his penis. At the same time, her cunt's warm, wet folds rippled and contracted in just the right places to caress, soothe, and appease his cock. Her body encouraged his to release its potent payload sooner rather than later.

  Delilah was delirious with sexual excitement. The angle of his thrusts made everything more intense. His crotch rubbed against Delilah clitoris and made the ecstasy even more unbearable. Finally, the sensation boiled over into a full body orgasm.

  Pleasure shot through Delilah's body, like a bolt of ecstatic lightning. It surged up and set all her nerve endings on fire at once. She squealed in erotic delight. Her orgasm drowned her senses and blotted out any other sensations. She held on tight to her wild lover and dug her nails into his back and shoulders. He continued to slam his hips into hers with unrelenting fury.

  Delilah's orgasm excited Micah even more. It spurred him on. He accelerated the rate of his already vigorous fucking to a bestial frenzy. He was determined to charge through to his own climax. It didn't matter if she was on the pill or not. He needed to release his seed inside of her. He had to relieve the unbearable churning sensation that was boiling over in his balls. Delilah’s slick folds added to the sensuous counter-assault against his intruding cock. The soft caress of male on female flesh made it harder and harder to hold back against his inevitable sexual release.

  It was obvious Delilah wanted it, too. Even while he pinned her against the wall, she undulated her hips. She was more than eager for her lover to unload himself inside of her; she was desperate for it. Her body reacted to the final stages of their wild copulation.

  The walls of her vagina rippled a
nd contracted, caressed and teased him. It encouraged Micah's cock to surrender his seed. Her cervix gently kissed the tip of his penis every time he thrust it inside her.

  At long last, the moment arrived. He squeezed her against the wall and physically forbade her to struggle or escape. The sexual churning in Micah's balls boiled over into a full-blown climax. He snarled like an enraged bull, as he thrust his manhood home. He shot his seed to the back of her pussy and flooded her with jet after sticky jet of his potent man-seed. Forcefully, he emptied himself inside her helpless and unprotected womanhood.

  Delilah, for her part, had no intention whatsoever of cutting short this glorious moment. Her body and mind were united. Her single focus was on the primal act of breeding with the sexually insatiable alpha male between her thighs. She instinctively wrapped her legs behind his hips and locked his lower body in place. The act forced them to stay connected. Now, he couldn't remove himself from inside her, even if he'd wanted to. She embraced his powerful torso and squeezed his body against her own. She was determined not to let him go, as he continued to pump her full of his semen.