by Clare Power
She slowly sits down on the bed, letting me take control of what we both know is about to happen. I’m fuckin’ shaking at the thought of being inside this woman.
Kat
Hearing him say that to me has my body on fire. He wants me, but for how long? I don’t know the answer to that question, but I’m a big girl and I don’t need to read more into this than what it really is. It’s just sex.
I watch as he takes me in, somehow seeing my thoughts written all over my face and joins me on the bed. He pulls me into his arms and I’m content to let him just hold me for a moment.
As soon as I let myself relax into him, I start to feel more at ease with my decision to let this happen. This isn’t the reaction I expected, but here it is. I’ve made my decision and I have every intention of following through with it.
I’m sure he can feel the change in my body as I settle down into him. He reaches for my face and tilts it toward his where he begins to glide his fingers gently over my lips. He then reaches down to kiss my forehead, then my nose before finally reaching my lips. At first I don’t open my mouth to him, so he just traces his lips and tongue along mine. As I become lost in the feelings he’s bringing out of me, I finally open my mouth to him. He’s still gentle as his tongue plays with mine, taking what he feels is his. I understand it because I want to give myself to him too.
I know the moment he feels my surrender as he rolls us over so he’s lying on top of me, taking some of his weight on his elbows and legs, but letting me feel some of it as he pins me down on the bed. I love this feeling of just letting go and letting someone take control. It’s not the way I usually feel or behave, but I don’t care at this moment.
I can’t hide the evidence of how bad I want this when I hear him growl in my ear, causing my body to jolt up into him and sending chills all over my skin. Feeling completely turned on, I push at him and he rolls off me instantly. He’s breathing hard but he quietly watches me, waiting to see what I do next. I pull my boots and socks off. It’s not exactly a striptease, but enough for him to know where my head is with this.
Backfire follows my lead and copies my act, then goes a step further and removes his t-shirt. His back has the Cycle Devils’ colours tattooed on it. The symbol is of a devil breaking out of a bike wheel. His arms have full sleeves and there are further club tattoos on his chest and legs.
Pulling me back to him, he starts to kiss me as I explore his chest with my hands, feeling his warm skin and the muscle underneath. I sink deeper into the spell he’s casting over my body. He begins to raise my shirt up just a bit so his hands are touching the skin around my waist. When he is sure that I’m good with it, he pulls it up over my head and grins when he realises I’m not wearing a bra.
Our hands are everywhere; exploring like a couple of teenagers wanting to feel every part of one another’s bodies. Soon we’re no longer kissing each other’s lips, but using them to further explore other places. This mutual exploring goes on until he reaches my breasts.
When he starts to suck on my nipple, I feel like I could orgasm from that one act alone. He sucks harder and I feel my body tightening up, ready to come when he immediately stops and separates our bodies.
“Last chance to say no,” he says. There is no way in hell I will let this stop now.
“I don’t need your words, Backfire. I want action, so please don’t stop,” I beg him with absolutely no shame. He swiftly reaches down to undo my shorts and yanks them down my legs, leaving me naked apart from the Cycle Devils knickers he gave me earlier. The lust in his eyes at the sight of me takes what little self-control I have left from me and like a brazen hussy, I open my legs to him so he can have easy access to my most intimate parts.
“We’ll keep these on,” he decides. I have no reason to argue. He stands and loosens his belt, unbuttons his jeans and drops them to the floor. Since he’s not wearing anything under them, I’m stunned by how big his cock is. He gives me a moment to appreciate what he’s working with as I devour every inch of him with my eyes.
I wouldn’t change my mind now for anything.
Backfire
As I’m stripping Kat out of her clothes, I clock her tattoos for a later detailed inspection. Instead of girly shit like bright stars and butterflies, she has colored gas tanks and one with a horse and a bike. The others have to wait.
Nothing prepares me for the sight of her, laid out before me in nothing but my club colors on her pussy. It crosses my mind how hot it would be to have my property tat on her there. Fuck, I’m not even inside her yet and I’m imagining claimin’ her as mine in my head. I can’t believe my train of thought, but she’s such a fuckin’ sight lying there, waiting for me to fuck her.
My cock is pounding and my balls are aching.
“This first go is going to be quick and hard,” I warn her, “just so you know.” As I cover my cock with a rubber that I grab from my pocket, I watch as she looks into my eyes.
“Then so be it. I just want you inside of me and I’m tired of waiting,” she says.
That’s more than I can take. I push a finger deep into her and find her soaking wet. Adding another finger, I find her spot as I push harder into her and she nearly comes apart. I watch her while I work her over and decide I want my fuckin’ cock inside of her the first time she gets off with me. I push her panties further to the side and shove myself all the way into her with one hard thrust, causing her to scream out and clench around my cock so tight that I nearly come before I’m even close to being ready. Fuck, she’s tight. I just want to lose control with her completely as I pump into her two more times before I feel her come around me. I fuckin’ love the sound of her coming around my dick. Fuckin’ amazing.
I wanna hear and feel that shit again so I pull her legs onto my shoulders and fuck her harder. I’m gonna do everything I want to her body and she’s gonna let me. I’m pulling orgasm after orgasm out of this girl and she’s taking as good as I’m givin’. She’s giving me all the control and she’s enjoying every goddamn second of it.
I switch her onto all fours, ramming even deeper as I pull her long, red hair and watch her back arch as she rides my cock just as hard as I’m thrusting. I swear this woman was made just for me to fuck.
Ramming into her as hard as I can, I can’t put off my orgasm any longer so I bend her over with her ass up in the air and take what I need as I come so fucking hard. The best part is she comes at the same fuckin’ time, pulling every fuckin’ drop out of me with her tight, wet pussy right before she screams my name and collapses.
She just blew my fuckin’ mind along with my load, so yeah, I’m keeping her for a while… a long while.
Kat
Backfire took me higher and further than I’ve ever been before. I lie on the bed, trying to pull myself back together but right now, I can’t even move. I hear him moving about the room, dealing with the condom and even cleaning me up before he crawls back into bed with me. Lying on his back, he pulls me to him and settles me where he wants me as weariness sets in and blackness claims me.
I wake up slowly, feeling my body aching in the best way imaginable. I am still lying in Backfire’s arms exactly the way I fell asleep and it’s the easiest, most satisfying feeling I’ve ever had.
“Ready for another round?” he asks, feeling me stir in his arms.
I can only nod my head yes, and when I look up at him, he raises an eyebrow at me; he wants my words.
“Yes, I want you to fuck me again, please,” I say.
He rolls on top of me and goes to work on my body, but this time he’s in no hurry, and neither am I. I really want to play with him too.
Backfire
I’m not fucking Kat, I’m taking my sweet time with her. I’m giving it to her slow, licking and tasting her as she does the same to me. She watches me taste her just as intently as I watch her take me into her mouth, sucking me off and keeping eye contact the entire time. Not only is it intense, it’s fuckin’ hot as hell, but now I want her tight pussy
clamping around me.
I put on a rubber and lay her underneath me. I rub across her already wet clit and push the tip of my cock in. I watch her as her eyes plead with me to move, so I give her what she wants, but slowly. I don’t know what the fuck is happening but I want this shit to last just so I can keep touching her, hear her moans and her screams every time she comes for me. This girl has got me feeling shit I don’t wanna feel emotionally, but everything I wanna feel and more, physically. I want her, and I want her for more than this.
I let these thoughts drift from my mind as I get back to business as I continue to play with her and give it to her just like this; slow and sweet. We’ve got lots of time.
Chapter 8
Back to Normal
Kat
Backfire stayed over Sunday night and here it is Monday morning, and he’s leaving to go to work.
“So,” he says as we drink our morning coffee, “On Saturday, you were wary of being with me, with the club. Where are you now? Because I’ll be straight with you, I want to see you again.”
“Honestly, I’m more at ease. It’s obvious that I like you or I wouldn’t have fallen into bed with you. The club ladies I met aren’t the downtrodden ones I’ve met before and your brothers are all great with me. But, after how well last night went, I have to say that I would also like to see you again.”
He pulls me in for a coffee-flavoured kiss that would melt any girl’s knickers before he leaves. That will certainly hold me over until I see him again―hopefully ruddy soon.
I’m going to put my initial worries about the club aside until I see where this goes. It could just be that we have great sex and eventually go our separate ways so I don’t want to prematurely call it quits just yet. If it goes beyond that point, then I’ll look long and hard into what I’m willing and not willing to deal with.
Backfire
I catch up with Trash at the clubhouse as Shades and Brewer join us. Trash has his attorney face on and it has me on alert.
“I’ve contacted one of our cops and got the info on whose been reporting Kat. You won’t believe this shit, but it’s a councilman named Bob Fish. After doing a little, shall we say, “online research,” I looked into the estate that she wants to set her business up on and Fish owns the majority of it, including the property on either side of where Kat intends to open up shop. I started to look into his finances and he doesn’t have the money to buy that piece of land on his own. Digging further, I traced the money to a consortium of businessmen. Next I’m going to look into any other properties they control in the area and into the individuals concerned. They are going to challenge Kat’s application on the amount of time she’s been in the area, noise pollution from the bikes and that she won’t be an employer.”
“Those are rather sweeping statements,” Ace, our President says from behind me. Ace is the perfect fucking pres; a biker through and through but like Trash, he can look at the outside world on its own terms, “And Kat is?”
“Kat is gonna to be my old lady,” I say, “she just doesn’t know it yet.”
At this my brothers fuckin’ burst out laughin’, just as I damn well knew they would.
“The redhead you were with over the weekend?” Ace asks and I confirm it with a nod.
“Trash has been looking into why the cops are harassing her. Some fucker painted shit on her house and Trash is helping her set up her business. She does custom paintwork,” I say with a smile, showing a hint of pride, “and she’s fuckin’ good at it too.”
“How good?” Tinman asks. He’s in the fabrication business so this sort of thing would interest him.
“She has loads of fuckin’ awards from shows in England and Europe, plus some damn good tanks. That’s not me saying it ‘cause I’m into her, I’m just tellin’ you from what I saw of her work, brother.”
Shades and Trash agree with me then Shades pipes up, “The girl’s got talent. It’s a goddamn shame Backfire found her first,” he smirks, grinning smugly, but he stops when my fist finds his gut.
“Seriously, brothers,” Ace says quietly, “this situation needs monitoring. If this woman is that important to Backfire and she’s inadvertently managed to stir up a hornet’s nest, then we’ll all deal.”
Just like that, Kat has the club’s protection, but now to break the news to her of my intentions.
Kat
I get home sometime in the evening from going out to do some research when once again, the Police stop by. Apparently another noise complaint about the loud engine of a bike way too early in the morning. This has gone beyond a joke. I explain to the officers that I didn’t go out until 10am and my man left at 9:30am, which is not an unreasonable hour of the day.
As I’m trying to explain how ridiculous these complaints are and how I’m the one who should be complaining over being harassed, the rumble of bikes can be heard in the distance. As they grow closer, I can make out four Harleys coming up the street. I guess this’ll be another complaint. As the guys park in my driveway and dismount, Trash comes forward and takes control of the situation, and being so upset and angry, I just leave him to it. Insulting the Police is probably not the way to go. Backfire comes up behind me and puts his arm around my shoulders and I slide my arm around his waist, taking comfort from his support as I breathe him in.
Trash converses briefly with the officers and within no time, they’re getting into their patrol car to leave. This is when the guys turn to me. There are two new faces amongst them so I quietly wait for Backfire to introduce me.
“Kat, this is Ace, our President,” he says, indicating a handsome man, probably in his fifties, who nods at me. I smile at him and see his eyes light up. Then I’m introduced to the other man, also very handsome, “This is Tinman, our fabricator.” This man looks speculatively at me and I get that. A fabricator and a painter usually work professionally well together, so we nod at each other.
“It’s nice to meet you both. Please, come on in. I’ve just gotten home myself so I’ve nothing prepared, but I can put on a pot of coffee if you’d like.”
“We’re fine.” Ace replies, “We’re here to talk about your problems.”
That catches me off guard so I stand there just looking at him when Trash interrupts, “We’ll use the table.”
They settle around the table as Trash pulls out a laptop and paperwork from his backpack. Tinman asks if I have any photos of my work so I reach into a bookcase and bring out my albums. Backfire, Ace, and Tinman all grab one each and start leafing through them while Trash sets himself up.
“Ok,” he begins, “Kat has landed herself in a mess, as evidenced by her regular visitors. Seems she has also set herself up in a competition with a group of rich fuckers out to beat the system and get the land Kat wants to start her business on. So, their plans are to argue how long you’ve lived in this country, which is a load of crap if you’ve got the money to set up the business. We can say you’re adding to the economy.”
“I have the money. I bought this house with cash and I have money in the bank. Housing is cheaper here than in England and the start-up estate is very reasonable, so I can set up and not make a huge profit for the first two years during my start-up period,” I reply.
Trash nods and grins, “And there’s the noise.”
I giggle. What else can I do? “The way the estate is set up, the road access is away from residential areas. Add to that, my work is not like a bike builder. I just get parts delivered in a van so it wouldn’t be any noisier than any other unit.”
Tinman smiles at me and I know I’ve made an impression.
“By the way,” Tinman says, “I brought you an album of my work to look at if you would be interested. If you would see fit to work with me in the future, I wanted you to see that your work wouldn’t be wasted.”
“And the final protest is that you will not be an employer,” Trash states.
“Well, I suppose initially the paint shop won’t be a huge employer. I was going to follow the slow approa
ch and see what happens over a period of time. There is, however, nothing to say that in the fullness of time that there might not be an office worker, another artist, or a general worker sorting out the basics. It all depends, but I would not want to employ people straight out and then fail because I overextended myself or put a person in a job whose role wasn’t necessary.”
“It sounds like you’ve got all the answers needed,” Ace says, “I believe you’ll do.”
I automatically look to Backfire, not understanding Ace’s statement. When he doesn’t give me any hints, I turn to see all four guys smiling at me.
“Have you got any actual work here?” Tinman asks.
Getting that the meeting is over, I smile and show them around. Tinman and the others like the tanks, giving me hope that I have a running start in this market.
I sit down to look at the album that Tinman has brought along to show me as he says, “All the bikes behind the marker are ones Backfire’s designed.”
Wow. I can see that between the three of us, we could come up with some amazing work. I’m getting more and more excited.
Tinman turns to Trash and asks, “When you looked at that estate, were all the properties taken by this gang?”
“Strangely enough, the guy who put in for one of the larger units withdrew his offer. Why?”
“I need to expand. I’m gonna need more room than what I have now, so if I put in for a unit by my painter, that could benefit both of us.”
“Wow,” is all I manage to get out. I’m a bit choked up at the thought of potentially having a bloody useful business associate.
“Trash, get an application in for that unit, and let’s do it now.” Ace orders.
“I need to offload the unit I have now, Boss, to help pay for a new one,” Tinman points out.