by Fawkes, Sara
The words faded as they got too far away and Jessica wondered if they were serious. As she
watched them in their ass-hugging jeans and tops so tight the outlines of their nipples could clearly be
seen, Jessica realized they were absolutely serious.
* * *
Jessica said good bye to Sally and the others, then headed to the gate at the side of the stage.
“Hi, I want to go back and see the band,” Jessica said to the rugged looking security guard.
“Me, too,” one of a handful of other young women crowded around the gate said.
“We all do,” said another excitedly. “We want to meet Storm!”
“Sorry, ladies. No one goes backstage.”
“But, you don’t understand,” Jessica said. “I’m supposed to meet—”
A collective shriek nearly burst her eardrums.
“There he is!” The young women bounced up and down, waving. “Over here, Storm.”
Jessica saw Storm walking across the grass toward the gate.
“Oh, my God,” the woman beside Jessica squealed. “He’s coming over here.” She stood on her
tiptoes. “Storm. We love you!”
The women surged forward, pressing themselves tight against the high link fence as he drew
closer, nearly knocking Jessica on her butt.
The guard sent Storm a sidelong glance as he approached, clearly concerned that his presence
would start a riot.
“Good evening, ladies. Did you enjoy the show?”
The women shouted their appreciation, each trying to draw his attention.
“We love you, Storm,” the woman beside Jessica shrieked again.
He smiled crookedly. “And I love you, baby.”
The way he looked at the young woman, with warmth in his sky blue eyes, sent every woman’s
heart aflutter, including Jessica’s. And the way he said “baby” made her knees go weak.
He opened his arms wide, the tattoos rippling across his muscular biceps. “I love all of you. I
hope you’ll come back to see me again.”
“I’d like to see you tonight, Storm.”
“Yeah, me, too.”
One of the women pulled up her top, revealing a very large set of boobs. Jessica’s eyes widened
and she glanced toward Storm. He took it in stride and chuckled warmly.
“Well, thank you, baby. Very nice. Now as far as tonight goes, I would like some company.”
The deafening squeals pierced Jessica’s eardrums again.
Storm leaned toward the guard and said something, then the guard pointed at Jessica.
“You. Come through.”
Her heart leaped as the guard opened the gate a little and she slipped through, then he closed it
tight behind her. Elation soared through her at being chosen, even though she knew he’d pick her. Or
maybe she’d feared he would change his mind about his date with her with so many willing, beautiful
women clamoring for his attention.
“Storm, I don’t mind sharing you,” the exhibitionist cried.
He laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind, beautiful, but tonight one woman is enough.”
He took Jessica’s hand and she felt faint. She glanced at the crowd of women, who eyed her
enviously, as Storm led her away from the fence.
“So did you have a good time tonight?” he asked.
She had trouble finding her voice, and suddenly she realized she was a bit star struck.
“Yes, it was a great show.”
They walked across the grass, the trees blocking the night sky, then turned behind the stage. Men
in jeans and T-shirts loaded speakers and instruments into a truck.
“My bike’s over here.”
He guided her around the truck to a handful of vehicles in a small private parking area. Travis’ car
was one of them.
“Man, I’m still pumped. What do you feel like doing? Travis told me about a nice little club near
here where we could grab a drink.”
She gazed up at his bright eyes, square jaw and his full, sexy lips, and her insides ached. Every
woman who’d watched Storm on stage tonight would envy Jessica right now.
“Or are you hungry? We could grab a bite to eat.”
The only thing she was hungry for right now was him.
The soft, summer breeze teased her cheek like the warm breath of a lover, and she felt heat coiling
inside her.
“We... could go back to my place.”
His smile faded and his eyes darkened to burning embers. “Really?”
She nodded.
He stepped closer and cupped the back of her head with his hand, locking gazes with her as he
drew close. The moment his warm lips touched hers, she thought she’d faint. His arm glided around
her waist and he drew her tight to his body as his tongue teased her lips, then slid inside her mouth.
She moaned as she melted against him, her heart thundering in her chest.
He drew back and gazed down at her.
“Am I on the right track here? Or are you just suggesting we go to your place to watch a movie or
talk?”
“We could watch a movie, but...” She stared at him dreamily, then ran her hand across his solid
chest. “I did have something else in mind.”
“Fuck, woman.” He wrapped his arms around her crushingly tight as he stormed her mouth, taking
her breath away.
She felt herself lifted from the ground, then deposited on the bike. She sucked in air as he
retrieved the helmet, then set it on her head and fastened it for her. He pulled out his leather jacket
and held it up for her. When she slipped it on, she glanced down in surprise as she realized it fit.
He just grinned as he pulled on his own jacket and helmet, then mounted the bike in front of her.
“Hold on tight, because I plan on getting there in record time.”
As soon as she wrapped her arms around his hard, masculine body, he started the bike and it
lurched forward.
* * *
Her body trembled as she held onto him, the bike speeding toward her home. Was this really a good
idea? She barely knew the man. Was she getting too caught up in the moment?
But it felt right to throw caution to the wind. To be bold and daring and impractical for once, and
she liked the feeling.
Once at her place, he parked in visitor’s parking, then took her hand as they walked to the door.
As soon as the elevator door closed behind them, he tugged her into his arms and kissed her again.
His lips were so full and warm, and moved on hers so sweetly. She’d thought he would be
rougher, and more commanding. But his tenderness took her breath away.
The elevator doors opened and she led him down the hall to her apartment. Once inside, she
expected him to scoop her up and carry her off to the bedroom, or maybe strip her down right in the
living room and take her against the wall, but instead he took her hand and pressed his lips to her
palm.
“Thanks for inviting me here.”
Now, with the reality of him, big as life, here in her apartment, she felt self-conscious.
“Well, after the wild reception you got after the show, I think you would have been mobbed
anywhere we went.”
His lips curled up in a smile. “Jessica, were you jealous of those other women?”
“Well, no. I mean, not really. That one woman pulling up her top, though was a bit much. Does
that happen to you a lot?”
He chuckled as he glided his finger across her collar bone, sending tingles through her. “Not
nearly enough.”
“I see.”
“You are jealous.”
“No, it’s just that, I’m not that brazen and if that’s what you want in a woman...”
He stroked her cheek, then kissed her gently.
“What I want is you. I thought I’d made that clear.” He kissed her again, and her heart sped up.
“And you’ll notice I’m here with you, not with that woman.”
“True.” She smiled. “I can’t believe how big and round her breasts were. A part of me wonders
how you could resist.”
He gazed down at her chest and grinned. “I think what you have to offer is pretty irresistible.”
The heat in his eyes sent desire shimmering through her. She wanted him to touch her. To hold
her breasts in his hands. She reached behind her neck and unfastened the knot holding up her halter-
style dress. She still wore the leather jacket, but she drew down the top and let it fall to her waist,
baring her breasts to him.
He drew in a deep breath. “Beautiful.”
Her nipples peaked at his appreciative male gaze. But he didn’t touch her. She took his hand and
drew it to her breast. He cupped her in his big, warm hand, his fingertips calloused from playing
guitar.
He nuzzled her neck as he caressed her soft mound.
She stood up and pushed the dress over her hips and let it fall to the floor. His gaze fell to her
panties, which were essentially a band of white lace around her hips.
“Very pretty.” He ran his finger along the top of the lace, then drew it down a little. Even though
he revealed nothing, it felt scandalously wicked. “They look incredibly sexy with the leather jacket.”
She was struck by the incongruity of the virginal white lace paired with the black leather,
especially with one naked breast covered by his big hand.
“I bet you can’t decide if I’m a good girl or a bad girl.”
While he gently squeezed the breast in his hand, he stroked his fingertip over the other nipple,
sending tremors through her.
“Right now, I’m betting on bad girl.”
She stroked down his chest, loving the feel of steel-hard muscles, then over the front of his jeans.
There was some steel there, too. Hard, and impressively large.
He leaned forward and kissed the swell of her breast, then his lips encircled her nipple and he
lapped his tongue over it. Heat surged through her and she held his head to her chest. He suckled and
she moaned softly.
Her fingers wrapped around the bulge under the denim. It was getting even bigger and harder.
He switched to her other nipple and she stroked him through the cloth as he sent pleasure
careening through her.
“I want to see you,” she said as she squeezed his erection.
He smiled. “Not yet. I want to do this first.”
He slid to the floor and knelt in front of her then drew her panties down her hips. She flushed as
he drew them down her thighs, then tossed them aside, his focus squarely on her intimate folds. She
flopped back against the couch as he stroked down her stomach, then over her shaved flesh. Her
eyelids fell closed as his lips caressed her stomach. Moving downward. His tongue lapping at her
skin.
His fingers found her folds, and he stroked her slick flesh. Then his mouth covered her and she
gasped. His tongue teased her clit and pleasure burst within her.
“Oh, yes,” she sighed as he began to suckle.
His fingers slid inside and he stroked her passage. She clenched around his big, calloused fingers.
As he licked her and sucked her little button, driving her pleasure higher, she forked her fingers
through his thick, spiky hair and held him close to her.
“Oh, God, Storm. That feels so good.”
His fingers surged into her and he sucked deeply. Pleasure spiraled through her, then she moaned
as he catapulted her over the edge. Still he licked and suckled, driving her pleasure higher and higher.
She could barely catch her breath, then she wailed in sheer ecstasy.
Finally, she collapsed against the back of the couch. He kissed up her body, then nuzzled her
neck. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight.
“Thank you,” she murmured in his ear.
He smiled. “You don’t have to thank me for giving you an orgasm.”
She opened her eyes and smiled at him. “You deserve some kind of reward.”
He stood up and backed away a step, looking sexy and bad-assed in his faded jeans, tight tank top,
and bulging, tattooed arms. Suddenly, she felt a bit self conscious, with him fully clothed in front of
her and her sitting here basically naked, with her leather jacket pulled open wide and her legs sprawled
open.
Then he reached for the hem of his top and peeled it away. Her gaze glided over his muscular
torso as he flung the garment away. She licked her lips as he unfastened his belt buckle, then dropped
his jeans to the ground. The outline of his bulging erection through his boxer briefs looked enormous.
Then he dropped them and she drew in a breath at the sight of his thick, long, pulsing cock. The head
was so big, she wasn’t even sure she could fit it in her mouth, and the shaft pulsed with purple veins.
And it looked all the bigger because he was completely clean shaven.
He stepped toward her and she flattened her hands on his massive chest, the feel of the hard,
muscular flesh sending quivers through her. She stroked down his solid, sculpted abs and rested on
his hips, staring in awe at the marvelous cock staring her in the face.
“It’s so big,” she murmured.
“That’s what a guy likes to hear.”
His beaming grin made her heart flip-flop. Reverently, she stroked toward the root of his member,
then around the base, then she wrapped her hand around the thick shaft. It was so hot in her hand.
And so thick she could barely close her fingers around it.
She gazed up at his face and his look of delight encouraged her. She stroked her hand up, then
down his shaft. Heat simmered in his eyes. Boldly, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the tip
and kissed. The tip of her tongue peeked out to lick him, and she tasted a salty drop of precum.
She widened her lips around him, sliding his cockhead into her mouth.
His hand cupped her head. “Oh, baby, yeah.”
She glided down and then back. He filled her so full her jaw ached a little, but she wanted more.
She went as deep as she could, then glided back again.
His fingers flexed around her head, but he didn’t guide her, simply let her move at her own pace.
She squeezed him in her mouth, then glided forward and back a few times in a slow, sensual rhythm.
“Baby, I’m not going to last long.”
His strained voice and the tension in his face showed her how close he was.
She drew her mouth free, continuing to stroke him with her hand. “It’s okay. Just let go whenever
you’re ready.”
She tucked her hand under his balls and felt the weight of them, then she licked one. He choked
back a sound. Her gaze flicked to his and she saw that he looked in torment. She smiled and licked
the other hairless ball, watching him flinch in pleasure. She opened and drew the ball fully into her
mouth.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come any minute.”
Elated that she elicited such a reaction from him, she released his sac and swallowed his cockhead,
then drove deep. He groaned and hot liquid erupted into her mouth.
/> He shuddered as she continued to suck and stroke him, his fingers still tangled in her hair. Finally,
the fountain stopped and she swallowed, then pressed her cheek against his hard, flat belly.
He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, then sank onto the couch beside her and drew her
close to his body. She rested her head against his broad chest and his big arms wrapped around her.
She couldn’t believe she was in the arms of this sexy rocker who drove all the women wild today.
And that he was the same bad-boy biker who stopped on the side of the road to help her last week. She
shivered as she remembered how nervous he’d made her. She never imagined that just a few days
later, she’d lay blissfully sated in his arms.
“Are you cold?” he asked, tightening his strong arms around her.
She smiled and glided upward, then arched her knee over his lap so she was facing him.
“Actually, I’m really hot.”
He grinned. “Yes, you are.”
She stroked her hand through his hair, mussing it nicely. “I mean for you.”
She could feel his deflated cock swelling beneath her. He cupped her face and drew her toward
him. Their mouths locked and his lips moved on hers as his tongue plunged into her. As he devoured
her, she wrapped her arms around him, letting him take what he wanted. Giving everything she had.
Her breathing accelerated as her body pressed tight against him, her soft breasts crushed against a
rock wall of muscle.
His hard cock rose, nudging her slick flesh.
“Oh, God, I want you inside me.”
“What you want, you get.” He leaned over and grabbed his jeans from the floor, then pulled out a
condom and rolled it on. His hand brushed under her, then he guided his cock to her opening. He
dragged the tip against her and she shivered at the intimate contact.
“Yes. Fill me up.”
His cockhead slid inside, stretching her. She moaned as his big shaft pushed into her, gliding
deeper and deeper.
“Oh, yes,” she cried. “You feel so good inside me.”
He groaned, then pushed all the way in.
She settled on his thighs, his cock fully immersed in her, and their gazes locked.
“You are incredibly beautiful,” he said, awe in his voice.
Her cheeks flushed as intense emotions flooded through her. She couldn’t believe he thought she