With her mouth free, I could see her face now. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open, gasping as he pushed in and moaning when he was in deep and then pulling out. Her jaw widened when he was pushing, and closed when he was pulling.
I was fucking rock-hard in my pants. I had been shocked the first time, two months ago when he had fucked her in front of me. But not this time. I fucking loved it. I massaged at my pants as I watched him on my wife.
He didn't keep any kind of a steady pace. He was slowly accelerating his thrusts. They became faster and harder, building with his need. My wife bucked underneath him, her fingers making indentations in his shoulders. Within a few minutes, he was grunting savagely, mechanically tilting his hips to shove his cock into her as deep and hard as he could. She moved under him, pushed by his thrusts, and made the most airy noises of gasps and moans that I knew she was loving it. She never opened her eyes to look at me; I didn't think she was all there to even think about it. He was fucking her senseless.
She cried out, her legs quivering. She scratched at his back and her loud cries urged him on. She came underneath him almost coughing out her grunts of relief. Dealer fucked her deep and then leaned up, his butt clenched and his back arched. He growled and then began grunting, not moving – except to jerk his hips as he emptied his cum deep into my wife's pussy. He called out through gritted teeth, "Oh...fuck...yes..." He panted a little bit, then slowly relaxed. "Fantastic." His sigh sounded like a much-needed relief had been found. "Ah, you don't know how much I needed that."
I swallowed hard, wanting to finish myself and find that kind of relief.
He pulled out, leaving a trail of cum leaking from Kristy's gaping pussy. "I hope I can borrow her again here and there." He looked over at me, face relaxed, open, and questioning. In this clubhouse he didn't ask; he directed. But he was asking me because she was my woman. I felt a deepening bond of respect there for the man that made me want to choke up. I said, "Sure, man. Any time."
He blew out a breath. "Thanks."
I think I was at a point where I would have forced her to, if she didn't want to. I would've held her down for him if she wasn't in the mind to give. But I could tell by the happy look on her face that it wasn't going to be a problem. It was a mutual agreement amongst all three of us.
CHAPTER 12
I drove with Kristy back to the city the next morning. Fresh after a night of bartending and bouncing, we had made love in the wee morning hours and slept until nine.
We had three bikes to look at today, and I hoped to come home with one. I hoped to be included in the upcoming ride the club had planned for charity. Or even just ride for the sake of riding around with one of the members.
We went to the dealership first, instead of the two private sales I had marked. As it turns out, it was the only stop we made. I was so impressed by how clean the motorcycle was, that I took the bike.
Being it was next to the new Harley dealership, I went and bought a helmet. I settled on the Fly Street 9MM Helmet. It looked too cool to pass up. I bought a half helmet for her.
Kristy's eyes were wide as she held the helmet purchase and the papers and keys were handed to me. We were in and out within forty-five minutes. Having heard it start and sat on it already, I knew what it felt like. However, as I inserted my key – my key – for the first time, I felt a sense of ownership. A thrill that made my movements slow; I wanted to savor starting my bike for the first time.
The starter didn't sound like the newer ones I'd heard. Those were like whirs. This was more like a flat zipper sound. The faltering rumble and coughing settled low and slowly began to purr. I felt the vibration all the way up my back to my neck and head. I put on the helmet and adjusted the strap. I couldn't help but grin like a kid.
Kristy must have felt the contagion and was smiling with me. She said, "I'll follow you." She planted a kiss on my cheek. "Be careful."
I waited for her to get in the Suburban before pulling away from in front of the used dealership. Maybe Ronnie Chapson was very happy to get rid of such an old bike, but I think I was happier to take it from him. As I moved towards the driveway, I felt the bike's weight and solid stability. I felt like I was on the smooth beginning of a rollercoaster ride. My heart thumped to the deep throb of the engine between my legs and made me want to laugh.
With what seemed like a smooth burst of speed, I was out on the street and accelerating. It wasn't unlike riding a mountain bike – air in the face. But it was so very much more. I obeyed the street laws and got onto the freeway to head back home. I accelerated up the ramp and onto the freeway, barely suppressing a yell of joy. I wanted to laugh. I wanted to cry. I felt free.
EPILOGUE
I pulled to a stop in front of the clubhouse and slowly walked the bike backwards until the wheel hit the curb. I thumbed the switch and pulled out my key. My key.
Kristy parked across the street and got out.
By the look on her face, I knew I'd have to be starting it up again soon and giving her a ride. I most definitely wanted to give that to her.
The door to the clubhouse opened and Big Pizza came out. "Hey, hey..."
I grinned at him as I removed the helmet.
His eyes glanced over the bike. "You bought a Harley. Good job. Those sportsters are nice little bikes. What year?"
"2003."
He nodded. "Well kept. How much?"
"Twenty-nine hundred."
He chuckled. "Can't beat the price."
I looked behind him; he was the only one that had come out. But that felt about right. Usually someone who pulled up on an unfamiliar bike was checked out. I had no doubt Big Pizza would be in there relating my purchase as soon as he went back inside.
Kristy almost bounced on her feet. "Do I get a ride?" She was carrying her helmet.
I laughed. But I wasn't laughing at her. I was laughing for us – for the feeling she was about to experience. "Get on." I put the helmet back on and reinserted the key.
Big Pizza winked. "I'll hold a beer for ya." His face looked genuinely happy for me and it almost choked me up. I wanted to thank him for the sentiment, but it wasn't the thing to do. I gave him an appreciative nod. He knew what I meant; I could see it dancing in his eyes.
I thumbed the starter and my Harley coughed to life. Kristy shifted around behind me and gripped around my lower abdomen. Not much there to grip anymore, and I was still losing weight. I called back, "Ready?"
Her excited "Yes" had me smiling.
"Let's go for a ride." I gave a gentle twist and moved us out of the parking space. I felt her arms grip me tighter, suddenly trembling.
Behind me, her voice held no fear. She whooped with pleasure as we flew down the street. Free, together.
Thank you for reading Book 1 of the Iron Crows MC. The adventures of Jim and Kristy will continue soon, with no cliffhangers!
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