Biker for the Night (For The Night #6)

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘Come for me Eve, come now because I need you gushing like a geyser so my huge cock can fuck that tight little cunt of yours.’

  ‘O … shit,’ I screamed. The thought alone was enough to send me over the edge and my fingers gripped the handle bars so tightly as I quaked. I’d never had an orgasm like it, I doubted I ever would again. I closed my eyes and slumped back against Logan’s firm chest as he looked over my shoulder and guided the bike off the runway and back onto the country lane. I sincerely hoped no farmers were out on their tractors at this time, as they were in for a bit of a shock to see me literally flashing past.

  Logan

  Riding fast like that always got the blood pumping, which inevitably meant it flowed straight to my cock, making me rigid. My original plan had been a good one, fuck Summer out of my system. I needed to forget being sentimental about our time together, it seemed she had. I headed for the nearest farm, having paid the owner to look the other way while I borrowed his hay barn for a while. I pulled in through the open wooden doors and cut the engine.

  ‘All right, sweetheart?’ I enquired. Sex was sex, I could do that without emotions being involved, pet names were different. “Baby” reminded me of Summer and Lucy, my ex of nearly five years ago. “Angel” was Summer. Sweetheart would have to be my new go to phrase.

  ‘Yes,’ she sighed contentedly. ‘That was … incredible.’

  ‘I told you that I’d need to run some diagnostic tests,’ I advised, as I cut the engine and kicked down the bike stand. I removed my helmet as I got off the bike and headed over to pull the barn doors shut behind me and stripped off my jacket, placing both items on a bale of hay. It wasn’t exactly warm in here, but what I had planned would soon raise the temperature. I was pumped up from the ride and angry that my thoughts were constantly invaded by that damn woman. A rough fuck would soon relieve some tension. Eve was still sitting on the bike and removed her helmet, before climbing off. I grasped my cock as I looked at the open zips, exposing her body to me, ripe for the taking. ‘Get rid of the helmet and your jacket,’ I ordered as I strode back over.

  ‘But it’s cold and I’m …’ she gulped as she looked down at herself.

  ‘Would it make you feel better if I were wearing less too?’ I asked with a raised eyebrow. She bit her lip and nodded, so I grabbed the edge of my t-shirt and hauled it up over my head, tossing it on the floor. She gasped as her eyes roved wildly over my torso, taking in my washboard abs, firm pecs and that wolf tattoo. She quickly dumped her helmet and jacket and walked over to me. I grabbed her hair, forcing her face up to mine and took her mouth possessively. Biting and sucking on her lower lip until her fingers were raking my shoulders as she moaned into my mouth.

  ‘Fuck me, please fuck me,’ she begged.

  ‘You have work to do first,’ I advised with a grin as I released her. ‘Look at the mess you’ve made of the seat.’ I flicked my head to where evidence of her climax was all over the leather.

  ‘Shit, do you have any wipes or tissues?’

  ‘I told you that you were going to have to use your tongue. Bend over, spread your legs and lap it up.’

  ‘Logan,’ she protested. I slowly pulled down my zip, parted the denim and pulled out my pulsing erection, drawing my fist down its length. She gulped as she looked at it wide eyed, then looked back up at me.

  ‘If you want this inside you, you’ll do as you’re told, sweetheart, or I’ll drop you back in the city right next to your broken down car. Now bend over and clean your come off the seat.’ I fixed her with a firm expectant stare. She placed her palms on the bike, bent over and spread her legs, then hesitated. ‘Lick. It. Clean,’ I ordered.

  ‘Crap,’ she groaned, as she dragged her tongue along the leather. I quickly rolled a condom down my shaft, moved behind her and gripped her hips. Very slowly I rubbed the tip of my cock through her folds. She lifted her head and raised her arse in the air, giving me better access.

  ‘How badly do you need to be fucked, Eve?’

  ‘So, so badly,’ she nodded, widening her stance as my fingers dug in.

  ‘Did I give you permission to stop cleaning that seat? Lick. Every last drop of your come, then I’ll fuck you.’ I continued to tease her, by inserting my tip a fraction, then withdrawing and thrusting between her lips, just nudging her clit long enough for her to writhe and moan. Fuck, I seriously needed to offload, this tension that had my body wound up so tightly was doing me no damn good at all. I listened to her tongue dragging across the leather and kneaded the domes of her arse, covered in that sexy red latex, wishing it was Summer’s full, ripe globes that I was digging my fingers into now. She’d regret not taking me up on my offer, she’d never have sex as good as me again. One day she’d come running back, when she realised what she’d given up and I’d slam the bloody door in her face. I closed my eyes and started to flex my hips faster, ploughing through Eve’s swollen folds, hearing her whimpers of pleasure. Who the fuck was I kidding? If Summer came knocking on my door, I’d probably drop to my knees and beg her to stay, or better still toss her over my shoulder, shackle her to my cross, torture her by bringing her to the brink of orgasm again and again, but denying her. Punish her for the pain she’d put me through, make her realise I was everything she ever needed.

  ‘Logan,’ cried Eve and I blinked out of my daydream and looked down to see she was flooding my cock with every pass. I growled and dug my fingers into her hips as I rammed straight into her clenching cunt, imaging it was Summer I had bent over this bike. Damn, that made my cock even harder. I set up a punishing rhythm, Eve started screaming and thrusting back against my hips as I ground into her, forcing her to take me all the way down to my root, my balls slapping her clit on each inward slam. Making love to Summer had been incredible, but this was what I really wanted, to fuck her raw, to punish her, to make her feel my cock for a week every time she sat down. To brand myself inside her. Most of all I wanted to fill her sweet tender cunt with my come, watch it trickle out of her, mingling with her sweet juices and then I’d lap it all up. Shit, the thought alone had me groan and pick up force and speed.

  ‘Shit … O shit … Logan,’ cried Eve as she clung to the bike, which was in danger of toppling over. A few more thrusts had her scream almost lift the roof off as she came, but I wasn’t anywhere near close. Hot as fucking her like this was, she wasn’t her. She didn’t feel as tight, warm, snug and wet as my angel. No one ever had. No one ever would. Christ I needed her so badly. I started grunting as I pulled Eve back against me, again and again, slipping both hands around to grip and squeeze her breasts tightly. ‘Harder.’

  She really liked it rough, she said it was what she wanted, but I was always cautious with clients, sometimes their version of rough was a quarter of what I could offer. I pinched her nipples really sharply, making her squeal and beg for more. There were even limits to how much pain I’d inflict and I was in danger of bruising her if I carried on. I pulled a sachet of lube from my back pocket and tore it open with my teeth, trickling some down her crack which had her moan even louder. I used my fingers to prime her butt, stretching her for me, then withdrew and coated my rubber clad cock with the rest as she clung to the bike panting.

  ‘Straddle it and lean forward gripping the handle bars,’ I barked. She quickly did as she was told, her face completely flushed, her nipples as pointed as chunks of Toblerone. O yeah, Logan Steele still had it, Summer Beresford didn’t know what she was missing out on, turning me down. I quickly straddled the bike behind Eve and guided my cock to her quivering butt hole. ‘Hold on tight sweetheart, if you thought you’d already had a fast ride, you ain’t seen nothing yet,’ I advised as I slammed into her rear, forcing her up onto her tiptoes as a squeal of pleasure screeched from her lungs. I leaned over her, covering her hands with my own as I gripped hard and thrust repeatedly into her. This was so much tighter than her cunt, at last I started to feel something. I bit the back of her neck again and again as I imagined it was Summer’s virginal arse I was taki
ng so roughly, feeling it milking my cock so hard on every inward thrust. I started to pant, a sheen of sweat covering my body as Eve started to sob, her climax approaching. I pictured Summer’s flushed cheeks as she’d looked up at me last time, with tears of pleasure in her eyes as we’d come together. Those beautiful expressive blue eyes and suddenly I lost it. I’d been so close to release and now nothing, Eve detonated below me, trembling and quaking and I knew she couldn’t take another hard orgasm like that as she gasped in breaths of air between sobs of pleasure. I’d only ever faked coming once in my life, with the vile Camilla Domville, otherwise I’d never failed to get off, but my climax that had been so close was now a million miles away. Summer damn Beresford was fucking ruining me. As if it wasn’t bad enough she was constantly in my thoughts, taking over my personal life, now she was affecting my job performance too? I rammed into Eve one last time and let out a series of groans and expletives. My second ever fauxgasm. And I sincerely hoped my last. All that damn work for no reward? If you didn’t count the large sum of money I’d earned for the night that was.

  ‘Dale, you’re … sensational,’ she whispered. So it seemed I wasn’t the only one somewhere else tonight, she was imagining it was her biker boy fucking her. It didn’t dent my ego, it was still my cock that made her come, even if I hadn’t myself. I slowly pulled out, lifted her up and carried her over to the bales of hay. She was trembling in my arms and looked done in.

  ‘Close your eyes for a while, sweetheart, sleep it off,’ I advised, as I lay her down on the blanket I’d set up when I came out this morning to prepare. I relieved myself of the rubber and tucked myself back in as I opened the picnic basket and grabbed myself an apple before lying down next to her and covering her up with her jacket. I frowned as I felt something square and heavy through the leather and slipped my hand in to find she had a bloody mobile on her. I turned it on to find that luckily it wasn’t password protected and checked her photos and video content to make sure she hadn’t tried to capture any of tonight’s events, blowing out a sigh of relief to find she hadn’t.

  Full Inspection

  Eve

  I couldn’t believe it was already two a.m. when Logan roared back up the street to the garage. He’d woken me in the hay barn and made sure I’d had some of the bread, pate, cheese and fruit he had in a picnic basket and a miniature bottle of port to warm me up, before zipping me up and ordering me to sit behind him on the bike as we headed back to the city. I’d clung to him tightly, slipping my hands under his jacket to clutch his slim waist as he sped back. I was so buzzed, adrenaline from so many powerful orgasms and the adventures on the bike. I’d never been so turned on in my life.

  And it wasn’t just gorgeous Mr. Steele to blame for my super aroused state. I’d been imagining it was Dale bending me over the bike that last time, taking me so forcefully and I’d felt myself flooding Logan’s cock as he pounded into me. God I wanted it to be Dale for real. Maybe Tiff and Logan were right. Maybe I just needed to grow a pair and try a few dates with Dale, if he’d still have me. If it didn’t work out, there’d be no wondering about lost chances and my family need never even be in the picture. Logan looked up as I stood biting my lip, wondering what now. He’d fucked me so hard I doubted he had anything left in him. What were we supposed to do, to talk about?

  ‘Fancy a shower before we move this to my bed?’ he asked, as he flicked his head to some wooden stairs leading up the side of the office.

  ‘You can go again?’ I gasped.

  ‘Yes,’ he chuckled. ‘Doesn’t say much for the stamina of your previous men.’

  ‘It really doesn’t,’ I sighed, as he grabbed my hand and tugged me behind the offices, through a door into a surprisingly clean wet room and toilet area. He helped me strip off and started the shower for me, it was steaming hot, which was welcome after that icy chill as we’d had the long ride back from the barn. Thankfully he’d zipped me up and not had me flashing at motorists for the return journey. I swallowed hard as I watched him ditch his clothes. However good Logan looked wearing his jeans, bare chested, it was nothing compared to seeing all of him in the flesh, nothing covering that sensational body of his. He turned around to put his clothes on a chair in the corner and I let out a slight groan. He had the most enormous cross tattooed on his back, stretching from one shoulder blade to the other, then from the base of his neck to the top of that sexy dip before his biteable backside curved out. He strode towards me and pushed me up against the tiled wall, yanked my wet hair and bit my neck making me shudder.

  ‘Still want it rough?’ he demanded.

  ‘Can we … I can’t believe I’m about to say this … I mean look at you, wow, but can we have a break for a while? I’m exhausted.’

  ‘I’m going to need you to pay off your debt at some stage before you flee in the morning, Eve. I plan on fucking you while you’re lying on your back,’ he growled, as he kissed the side of my neck.

  ‘O believe me, I want that too, I’m just not used to so many orgasms in one night.’

  ‘Then how about I get you clean, give you a gentle one with my fingers to relax you, then carry you up to bed where you can sleep for a while?’ He pulled his head back to look at me with raised eyebrows and a much softer tone to his voice. I could see the concern in his eyes. This was the real Logan, he wasn’t playing bad biker mechanic now, he was actually a really sweet guy. If my head wasn’t so full of Dale, I’d be pursuing Mr. Steele myself.

  ‘That would be amazing,’ I smiled, then sighed happily as he soaped up his hands and started to gently wash me. I closed my eyes as his hands skimmed over my shoulders, his long fingers curving over them and sweeping down my arms. I stretched my neck as he worked on the tight muscles between my shoulder blades and moved lower, crouching behind me to run his hands up and down my legs, caressing my backside. I reached out and placed my palms on the tiled wall in front of me, to hold me upright as his skilled hands brought my skin to life. Everything was tingling, all the way to top of my scalp, I was saturated in gentle pleasure. When he tucked in behind me and started to work on my stomach, slowly moving up to my breasts, it didn’t take long for me to feel aroused again. I pushed my breasts into his fingers, encouraging him to work harder against them and shivered as I felt his cock slowly coming to life behind me. Could I do it again? Did I have the strength and energy in me for another Logan Steele fuck? I sincerely doubted it, but it was such a shame to let that beautiful erection go to waste, especially when I’d paid so handsomely for it.

  ‘Hmmm, changed your mind now have you?’ Logan murmured in my ear, as he gently tugged at my nipples.

  ‘Yes and no,’ I moaned. ‘I feel so good, you feel so good, but … I’m … O God,’ I uttered, as his right hand slid down my stomach, edging closer and closer to my overworked clit.

  ‘You’re exhausted. It takes someone in remarkable physical shape to keep up with me, Eve. It’s nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about. So how about we stick to our plan and I give you a gentle orgasm and put you to bed?’

  ‘But you’re aroused too,’ I objected.

  ‘I’m a young guy, I’m always aroused,’ he chuckled. ‘This is for you, not me. Just enjoy it.’

  ‘Ok,’ I whimpered as he lightly brushed his fingers over my sensitive nub and I shivered. He circled and flicked, taking breaks when my panting gave away how close I actually was, moving his fingers down to circle my entrance, stimulating all those nerves then returning to my clit until I was a sobbing, shaking mess. ‘Please, please, I need to … come,’ I groaned.

  ‘Your wish is my command, Lady Myers,’ he whispered in my ear. My toes cramped as he started kissing my neck in a spot that nearly had me wilt. He increased the speed and pressure of his skilled fingers, bringing me to a fast and explosive climax, leaving me light headed. When I wobbled on legs of jelly, he wrapped his arms around me, holding me until I’d calmed down and reassured him I could stand on my own. He grabbed some out of place, luxurious looking navy towels and dried
me, then let me dry my hair under the hand drier as he rubbed his hot body down and tucked a towel around his waist. I straightened up, yawned and stumbled, straight into his waiting arms. ‘Ready for bed?’ he grinned.

  ‘You must think I’m such a flake. I mean who turns down sex with you?’

  ‘It happens more often than you’d think halfway through the night. Come on, you need a rest,’ he advised and I shrieked as he scooped me up into his arms. He made his way up some wooden stairs to a sleeping platform on top of the office and shower block. It was cosy, tucked into the peak of the brick arch and had a thick mattress on the floor, with the duvet turned back, all dressed in navy blue linen. ‘Don’t worry, it’s all brand new, especially for tonight,’ he whispered.

  ‘I told you, I’m not the Lady everyone makes me out to be.’ I smiled as he lay me down and pulled the duvet over me. ‘You’re not getting in?’

  ‘Trust me, if I got in sleep wouldn’t be on the agenda,’ he winked, making me laugh. ‘So, what’s Lady Myers going to do about this real life biker fantasy of hers?’

  ‘You make it sound like I’m desperate for him.’

  ‘You called me by his name after sex in the barn earlier.’

  ‘No!’ I shot back horrified.

  ‘Yes,’ he nodded with a dimpled sexy grin. ‘It’s a good job my ego isn’t easily bruised, or that you didn’t call it out during sex, or that could have put a dampener on a fast and furious session.’

  ‘Not so fast from what I remember, you have amazing stamina.’

  ‘I work out,’ he shrugged, with a naughty twinkle in his eye.

  ‘I’ll bet.’

  ‘So, Dale?’

  ‘O God, I don’t know. I mean I like him, obviously, he’s just so … my father would say he’s “beneath” me.’

  ‘Your father’s not the one who’s going to go out with him. It’s not easy to risk disappointing the people who love you, but if you don’t follow your heart then what’s the point in being given the gift of life?’