‘No, but I’d love to,’ she replied with a naughty twinkle in her eye. I chuckled as I carefully did up the zips on her bra, then reached for more wet wipes and gently cleaned up between her legs, as she looked at me surprised.
‘You can still be a gentleman when you’re rough,’ I advised. ‘And trust me, when we get to where we’re going, I’ll be so fucking rough you’ll feel it for days, you’ll wince every time you sit down, remembering how good my cock felt inside you and how hard you had to work for that car repair.’
‘O my God,’ she groaned, as she shivered with pleasure and closed her eyes. I carefully did up the zip, making sure not to catch her swollen lips, then helped her into her jacket and grabbed a motorbike helmet for her.
‘Put this on, there’s a microphone inside so we can communicate,’ I ordered. She opened her eyes again and nodded, doing as she was told as I did up my jacket and grabbed my own helmet.
On the Road
Logan
I climbed on the bike, Eve tucked in behind me, and I explained how the controls worked, then opened the throttle which gave a satisfying roar before purring steadily, the vibrations rising up through the leather seat. I closed my eyes and blew out a slow breath. Riding my Harley was something I did to blow off steam, when I wasn’t doing it by fucking that was, but right now I needed all the coping mechanisms I could. A decent ride tonight, in more ways than one, should take my mind off her for a while. As I pulled away, instructing Eve to hold onto me tightly, I realised I hadn’t actually fucked her in the garage like I’d planned. I let out a surprised “Hmmpph.”
‘What’s wrong?’ shouted Eve, making me wince and laugh at the same time.
‘Microphone in the helmet,’ I reminded her. ‘You can talk normally and I’ll hear you. When we get moving watch and feel how my hands and feet move and I may let you take over the controls for a while.’
‘Seriously?’ she gasped.
‘Yes,’ I chuckled. ‘But it will be on a very straight, empty piece of road and slowly.’
‘O Logan,’ she moaned. ‘Please, please, please. Slowly I can handle, fast would be even better.’
‘Returning Lady Myers in several pieces tomorrow wouldn’t do my reputation any good.’
‘I sincerely doubt anything could taint your reputation,’ she scoffed. I grinned as my chest swelled with pride. If you were going to do something, I always felt it wasn’t worth doing it half-heartedly.
‘Keep holding tight, no matter what happens,’ I instructed. I was taking a risk with this part of the plan for the evening, but she’d paid me an extortionate fee for rough and exhilarating and what Lady Myers wanted, Lady Myers would get. Except for actual sex it seemed. I revved the engine and heard her giggle, as I tried to work out if I’d deliberately chosen not to fuck her, or if it was an oversight. I mean sex was the whole purpose of the evening, so why the hell had I skipped it and gone for head instead? It wasn’t like me. I checked left and right then put my foot down and roared up the cobbled street as Eve screamed with excitement, making me chuckle again. I’d forgotten what a buzz the first time on a bike was.
‘Are you a petrol head?’ she asked, as I weaved in and out of the back streets heading for the edge of the city.
‘I dabble,’ I replied, then remembered I wasn’t playing myself tonight, I was Logan Steele, car mechanic and biker for the night. I was so off my fucking game. ‘Outside of the day job that is,’ I quickly added.
‘There’s something about bikers that just gets me so hot,’ she sighed.
‘I’ll bet you’re a Charlie Hunnam fan,’ I grinned as I overtook a car, making her scream again.
‘God, he’s so hot in SOA, I’m gutted it’s over. The tattoos on his chest and back are …’
‘Are what?’ I asked as her voice trailed off.
‘So damn hot,’ she groaned. ‘I love your sleeves and the ones on your hips. What others do you have?’
‘Don’t worry sweetheart, you’ll be seeing them in all their glory before you know it,’ I grinned. So she’d checked me out when I was under the car. It was good to know I hadn’t lost my appeal. Summer not calling had knocked me sideways. I’d never been turned down by a woman before, I’d never questioned myself as to whether I’d done something wrong. Even without having fucked her yet, I obviously hadn’t done anything wrong as far as Eve was concerned, not judging by the way she kept wriggling her hips, grinding herself against my backside, her hands caressing my stomach. She really loved a bad boy with ink. It hadn’t been cheap having these done and it had taken forever. Thank God they weren’t real and would wash off in a few days, tattoos weren’t really my thing, I just didn’t see the appeal. I worked damn hard to have women admire my body, without covering it in permanent ink. ‘So, why are you offering me your body as payment, instead of calling your boyfriend to come and rescue you?’
‘I don’t have a boyfriend at the moment,’ she sighed.
‘Why the hell not?’ I asked, stunned for real. She was a damned attractive woman, making a name for herself on the catwalk with those long legs and piercing eyes of hers. She should have guys lining up for her.
‘I have a father who’s rather overprotective, who chooses men for me and a bodyguard paid to keep anyone else away from me.’
‘Doesn’t sound like fun,’ I observed.
‘It’s really not,’ she replied with an even heavier sigh.
‘So you’ve never once dated a guy you had the hots for?’ I asked, amazed at the thought.
‘Define dated?’
‘Gone out on a date with, you know, a meal, a few drinks, or spent a few nights with.’
‘No, the closest I got was Dale.’
‘Dale?’ Her voice softened when she said his name, in some distant dreamy tone.
‘A seriously sexy real biker, covered in tattoos with the strongest Cockney accent. I met him at the Anaya Club, I managed to shake my bodyguard one night and Dale came to dance with me. He’s so not my type, at least he wasn’t my type, but one look at him, a few sexy dances and a heated snog and now he’s all I can think about. Have you ever had a girl get so far under your skin you compare everyone to her?’
‘I hear you,’ I sighed. It seemed Lady Myers and I had more in common than I thought. ‘So why don’t you go out with him? Hasn’t he asked you?’
‘O he’s asked, he keeps texting me and I keep fobbing him off. My parents would be beyond mortified.’
‘How old are you?’ I laughed as I swerved around another car and felt her hands grip me tighter and the sound of her breathing speeding up in my headset. She was loving this as much as I was.
‘Don’t you start. I’ve had Tiffany, my best friend, on at me to screw what they think and just go for it.’
‘So why don’t you?’
‘I’m titled, I live in a palace, it’s hardly conducive to a relationship with a council estate biker.’
‘We’re not living in medieval times anymore. If you want to date someone, date them. Why the hell should your parents dictate who you can or can’t see? Do they expect to fix you up with an arranged marriage?’
‘My father would if he could.’
‘What’s the worst that can happen? They cut you off, ignore you for a while?’
‘I’m not so bothered about the money, I’m making a good living off my modelling. I just can’t bear to see the look of disappointment on their faces. It would be like me going out with one of the servants, it would be shameful for them.’
‘Eve Myers,’ I sighed. ‘You’re telling me if you had children of your own, you’d force them to ignore their heart and do what was expected of them, following some centuries old tradition?’
‘No, but …’
‘Then why do you not set those standards for your own happiness?’ I interrupted. ‘Life’s too short to make yourself miserable to keep others happy. If you really think he’s the guy that could make your heart sing, if he gives you butterflies every time you think about him, make a da
te. He could be your forever guy, worth all the drama with your parents, or you might go out with him a few times and find he’s not who you thought he was and your parents never even need to find out. Or he could be shit in bed. Try before you buy.’
‘Logan,’ she laughed, then sighed. ‘He does give me the butterflies. Serious butterflies, I’m getting them now just thinking about him. Men get them too?’
‘We do, when it’s the girl of our dreams,’ I replied.
‘You’ve found your forever girl?’ she asked.
‘I sure have,’ I confirmed, knowing in my heart Summer was it for me. ‘Sadly it seems that I’m not her forever guy.’
‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered. ‘That sucks.’
‘Thanks.’ I blinked a few times, it seemed we had even more in common. The need for someone it seemed we couldn’t have. Someone we desperately wanted. Maybe that was why I hadn’t fucked Eve back in the garage as planned. While I’d thought that I wanted to fuck Summer out of my system, I didn’t want to obliterate that memory of the last time I’d had her pinned beneath me, making love to her. Of the feel of her body under mine, the tightness of her sweet, delicious cunt rippling around my shaft, the perfect swell of her breasts and her large nipples that filled my mouth. Damn her. Was it possible to love and hate someone at the same time? Because Christ knows, I really wanted to hate her for what she’d done to me. I gulped suddenly as I heard my own words back in my head. Love and hate. When the hell did love come into it? Was I falling in love with her? Was that why her rejection hurt so badly? Fuck!
Eve
Logan was right of course, I was a grown woman in the 21st century, I should be able to date whoever the hell I choose, my parents should be ecstatic just to see me happy. Would it be so wrong to see Dale a few times, to get a feel for whether this was just a case of crazy lust because he was so far off my usual type, or if it really was genuine? I mean, just as I might worry he was beneath my usual standards, he might think I was too posh for his, when he got to know me. Or maybe we’d find that none of that even mattered the more dates we went on. Maybe class divides were really a thing of the past, that they should be entombed along with my relatives of old, in the stone crypt in the grounds, spoken only about in historical papers, no place for them in the modern world. If only life was so simple and black and white I thought.
I shook my head and decided focussing on Logan’s skill in riding this powerful bike was a far easier task, and more thrilling than debating my future. Live in the now, Eve, I told myself, as he accelerated on the open road ahead of us and I laughed as the adrenaline tore through my body. It was about forty minutes later when he veered off the main roads and started following some country lanes, reminding me to lean with him as he took the corners. My heart was beating wildly in my chest as he barked instructions, to lean left then right, and told me what he was doing with the controls. This beat any thrill I got from a catwalk show in Milan or New York. I loved it. He slowed down and suddenly banked to the left, through an open gate and over a rough concrete road cutting across a field and pulled up.
‘Where the hell are we?’ I uttered, as he instructed me to get off and swap places with him.
‘An old army airstrip, if you’re going to learn to ride this bike, better to do it with no other motorists on the road.’
‘You’re really going to let me have a go?’ I asked as I slid forward and he tucked in behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder.
‘You’ll move your hands and feet over mine, that way I can correct if you make a mistake. After you’ve had a go for a while, then I’m going to show you proper speed down the whole runway and trust me, it’s going to be a thrill in more than one way, which will blow your mind.’
‘How do you make everything sound so damn sexy?’ I moaned.
‘An inherent talent, sweetheart,’ he chuckled, as he started the engine again and headed to the end of the runway. I looked at the concrete stretching off into the distance, beyond my line of sight, the darkness gobbled it up, but to be an airstrip, a runway had to be long. I was beyond excited.
‘Why is it just open? Won’t joyriders come on here?’
‘It’s usually kept locked. I have connections. Right, I’ll give instructions and you follow, it will all be you, Eve.’
‘I’m ready,’ I nodded, as I gripped his hands even tighter.
‘Logan that was amazing,’ I sighed, as we finished our fourth journey down the runway. I really felt like I’d been riding her on my own that last time and it felt so fast.
‘Ready for me to blow your mind?’ Logan enquired.
‘Hell yeah,’ I laughed. Not sure how he could improve on that. I screamed as he revved, wheel spinning away and opened her up. ‘Holy shit,’ I yelled as she picked up speed. I looked down at the speedometer and screamed with delight as he tore up the runway. I’d never even been this fast in a car. I heard him laughing behind me as I whooped with delight, I knew I should feel scared, I was with a virtual stranger, with no knowledge of his bike handling ability, not wearing leather protective gear, but somehow I trusted him. He just inspired it. I knew he could go faster, he was holding back, he wasn’t totally reckless. I quickly revised that assessment as he started to slow down when we reached the markers for the end of the runway and ordered me to take control of the handlebars, sliding his hands away. ‘Logan?’
‘Don’t worry, we’ll slow right down, just turn her around ready for the next run,’ he advised in a reassuring voice. I did as I was told and took my eyes off the road when I felt his hands move to tug at the zip on my jacket. ‘Watch where you’re going, Eve. Eyes on the road at all times.’
‘What are you doing?’ I asked, as he parted the leather and reached up to palm my breasts.
‘Nothing beats the thrill of a climax at speed,’ he murmured, as he slowly unzipped the bra to release my nipples.
‘O shit,’ I groaned, as I tried to focus on turning the bike around.
‘Lift yourself up for me,’ he ordered as his hands moved down to my crotch.
‘Seriously?’ I gasped, as we started moving down the runway again, slowly.
‘Seriously. You have a very big bill to cover, sweetheart,’ he chuckled sexily as he tugged at the zip. ‘Don’t make me repeat myself, lift your backside up.’ I did as I was told with a gulp. As if the chill of the air wasn’t bad enough on my nipples, to feel the breeze on my naked pussy as well?
‘Shit,’ I repeated, as he instructed me to sit again, the warm leather rubbing against my still swollen wet lips and he put one hand back on the handle bars as he picked up speed.
‘How turned on are you right now?’ he asked, as his free hand started to caress one of my exposed breasts.
‘About to ruin the leather of the seat,’ I replied, as I tried to keep my focus on the concrete strip ahead of me.
‘Then you’ll have to clean it up when we’re done, with your tongue.’
‘You’re a kinky sod,’ I uttered, as my nipples started to sting and my pussy started to throb again. The vibrations of the bike rising up through me had been bad enough before, but now I had nothing between my clit and the seat? Holy shit.
‘You’re the one half-naked on a bike in the middle of nowhere with a stranger, sweetheart,’ he reminded me, as he sharply pinched my nipple. I screamed and writhed on the seat as I started to pant. ‘How much would you love for me to stop, get my cock out and have you fuck me while we ride?’
‘O my God,’ I groaned, as I fought to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head. Sex with a biker was bad enough, but sex on a bike? Was that even on the fantasy list I’d given him? Or was he ad-libbing? Because holy hell ... I had no words.
‘Imagine that throbbing engine between your thighs, you bent over, your clit pressed against the warm leather feeling those vibrations, with my rigid cock up your tight backside, ramming into you over and over while the wind lashes at these hard nipples of yours.’
‘Yes, yes,’ I moaned.
‘Think how wet you’d get that leather, as you come again and again, creaming yourself as you scream my name, begging me to fuck you harder, to go faster.’
‘Logan,’ I mewled as he slowly ran his hand down to my pulsating clit. ‘Do it, please do it,’ I begged. He sped up, as his fingers circled my sensitive nub and I started to tremble. ‘I … don’t think … I can focus,’ I panted as he slipped around with ease, pleasure saturating my body. The thrill of all these sensations at once, and the images running through my mind of Dale carrying out this very scenario was too much. ‘I’m so close.’
‘So close your eyes, I can multitask, though my fingers are in desperate need of warming up,’ he whispered, as he suddenly pushed three of them inside me, pumping me, moisture seeping from me on each withdrawal, my muscles tightening around them on each determined entry.
‘Holy shit,’ I moaned. The excitement of being on the bike and being finger fucked at the same time was just too much. I felt myself tightening around his fingers as I squealed with delight, the wind whipping my breasts turning the painful chill into high voltage shocks of pleasure that ripped through me and heated me from the inside out. ‘Logan … Logan … Logan!’
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