“Cum inside me. Now!” I commanded. He growled as his rock-hard dick squirted hot cum against my cervix.
I released his hands and collapsed over him. My cheek rested on his hard chest, his heart pounding. My breasts crushed against him. A sheen of sweat covered our bodies, and the smell of sex permeated the motel room. I closed my eyes and steadied my breathing. His strong arms wrapped around me.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” he mumbled against my ear. It was the last thing I heard before we both fell asleep, holding each other.
I woke up in a hospital bed. The back of my skull throbbed with pain. The same throbbing pain pulsed down my right leg. My eyes opened. I looked around the room. Denise was there, sitting in a chair next to the bed. She was my social worker and custodian., a plump middle-aged woman, her short blonde hair cut in a bob.
Denise was dressed in a navy-blue suit, and she smiled at me. “Don’t get up, Owen. Just relax.” She was off the chair and stood beside the bed next to me.
“What happened? Where am I?”
“You had an accident on that dirt bike, Owen. You broke your right leg, and you have a slight fracture on the back of your skull.” Her smile faded, and her eyes looked worried.
The pain throbbed in those exact places on my body again. I shut my eyes, hoping that it would block out the pain. The darkness behind my lids helped me remember what happened. It was summer. I was out with some of the neighborhood boys I hung out with. They lived in the same neighborhood as my foster parents...Tony, Jeff, and Randy. They pushed me around and sucker-punched me at school. But I dealt with it. I didn’t care much when they bullied other boys—and even girls sometimes—because I just wanted to belong. If I hung with them, I thought they’d have my back.
We were hanging out by the electrical powerlines. Tony and Jeff had dirt bikes. I watched them on the rolling dirt hills along the high electrical poles. They took turns riding up and down the hills, and Randy was good at it too. They showed off to some of the other boys and girls who hung out with us. We’d smoke some weed, drink some cheap beer someone would steal from their parents’ refrigerators. I wanted my chance to ride one of those dirt bikes, to prove that I could ride just as good as them.
“Okay, numbnuts, go ahead and try it. Don’t cry like a pussy if you fall off the damn thing.” Tony sneered at me. He pulled his bike up alongside me. It was a bright green Kawasaki, with bumpy treaded wheels for the sole purpose of dirt bike riding. He climbed off, handing me his helmet, as I took the handlebars from him. I climbed on, not knowing what the hell to do.
Tony’s hands were on his hips as he chuckled. “Hold in the clutch, kick it into first gear. Let off the clutch and ease on the throttle…Dumbass!”
I did as he said, and I was moving. I shifted into second gear, riding along the rolling dusty hills along the powerlines. I picked up speed and shifted to third. I suddenly got a hard-on. I had already banged a few chicks in high school, so popping a boner riding a dirt bike made me realize that I loved riding on the two-wheeled machine.
The rush of adrenaline made me brave when I saw the rising of the next hill, and I twisted the throttle. But I gunned it too fast. The momentum lifted me off the seat. From then on, I remembered nothing, just darkness. It was like being asleep for a long time. And then I woke up there in a hospital bed.
“You’ll be in that cast for a while, and the fracture on your skull needs to heal. Your foster parents can’t afford the medical bills. You now belong to the state. And I’ll be your guardian until you’re eighteen, Owen.”
I woke up next to Owen with my arm draped over his hard chest. He was sleeping, giving me a chance to look at him. His dark brown hair was short and messy, pressed into the pillow. His chin sprouted a few days of unshaven beard. He had long dark eyelashes that any girl would kill to have. His breathing was steady. Then his eyes fluttered open, and he looked at me watching him.
The side of his mouth lifted in a smile. “How long have you been awake, Sweet Cheeks?”
I couldn’t help but smile at that quirky nickname he gave me. “Not long; I just woke up too. You need to ride me back to my car at the CrowBar. I need to get home.” I climbed over him and off the bed and started to get dressed.
He rose, leaning his head into his hand. I looked at his muscular bicep as he watched me put my clothes back on. “Do you have to get back so soon? Why don’t we get some breakfast, or some coffee, maybe?” He was off the bed, and his cock was thick and hard like the night before. It took all the control I had not to push him back on the bed and ride him again.
“No, Skully. Maybe some other time.”
“Was it something I did last night? I’m sorry, Tanya…I should’ve stopped and put a condom on.”
I stepped back from him. “Are you clean? No STDs?” He shook his head. “Okay, then. Don’t worry about it. I can’t get pregnant.”
“So, you’re on the pill or something?”
“No! Goddammit! I can’t get pregnant, Skully! I can’t have children!” I barked.
His arms came around me then. He was so tall and his hard body so warm. I didn’t want him to know about the defective part of me. I wondered why I even told him. I pulled away. “Just take me back to my car. Like, now.”
It was careless and reckless to fuck Skully without a condom. But it happened. If I wanted him again, and I already knew I would, it was best to be honest and tell him about my infertility. Once it came out, I couldn’t take it back.
We were both silent on the ride back to my car. I climbed off his bike, unstrapping my lid. “Thanks for last night and the ride, Skully. And good luck with your new job.”
“Can I see you again soon? And I don’t mean just to fuck. Take you for another ride? You sure do make me and my bike look good with you on it.” He smirked.
I couldn’t help but smile back. “Sure, I’ll go for another ride with you. Soon.”
It was my second week on the job at Hardcore Cycles. I was getting the hang of it, just basic maintenance, and oil changes on bikes. My buddy and my new boss, Torque, who owned the shop, was pretty laid back and trusted me.
I thought about Tanya and what she said about not being able to have kids. I felt her pain, felt it physically. How ironic that I grew up in foster homes all my life because whoever my parents were, they didn’t want me. I didn’t know what to say to her when I dropped her off to get her car. She was silent behind me the whole time as I wrapped my hand underneath her soft, plump thigh. She responded with a gentle squeeze with her inner thighs. But I could tell she didn’t feel like talking.
She took control that night in my motel room. Every time the images came flooding back into my mind, I’d get hard, and the front of my jeans felt tight, even when I worked at the bike shop. How sexy she looked and how soft she felt on my cock. Her luscious thighs straddling me. She took what she wanted—and she wanted me, just as much as I needed her. I needed to see her again. And soon.
My dick jumped when my phone lit up with her name and a text:
“CKMC is getting together for a charity ride. Do you want to ride along?”
It took me a few seconds to type a text back to her, my thumbs fast and clumsy on the screen.
“Sure. When? What time?”
“Sat, 11am.”
* * *
I rolled into the lot of the Chaos Kings’ clubhouse on my Dyna and planted my feet down on the asphalt. The lot and entrance to the clubhouse were packed with about a hundred bikes and double that in people. It was a warm morning already, and most of the women were in shorts and tank tops. Some of the men wore their jean or leather vests. It was way too fuckin’ hot to layer up, and wearing the bare minimum was my plan.
I found Tanya instantly in the crowd. She wore a hot pink tank top, white shades, tight-ass jeans, and white boots. She looked so goddamn pretty in that pink…She saw me too and waved me over to her. I shifted back into first gear and rode toward her. I was very aware of all the Chaos Kings and other bikers, exhaled w
ith relief knowing that I looked like everyone else, another biker wearing a gray tank top.
Tanya tilted her head slightly and smiled. “Thanks for coming along for the ride, Skully.”
I shut the bike off, kicked the stand down and climbed off. “Thanks for the invite.” I pulled out my smokes from the tool bag on my bars.
“You can take your lid and shades off and chill for a bit. We’re still waiting on a few more people to join the ride. Come on. Let’s go inside. I need to give out some hugs and say hello to my tribe.”
I followed her into the clubhouse. I hadn’t been there since I had the talk with the Chaos brothers. I spotted Ratchet with Sam at the bar, exactly where Tanya was leading me to. Both girls squealed and hugged each other. I looked at Ratchet and nodded. He nodded back, which was all I needed from him to know that we were good. I grabbed a stool behind Tanya as she talked with Sam a bit. I took a drag from my smoke, surveying the place.
Magnet walked up to the bar and stood right beside me, but he didn’t turn to look at me. He asked the cute blonde behind the bar for a beer, and she handed him one. When she walked away, he still didn’t look at me.
“You hurt her, I hurt you.” He twisted the cap off his beer and took a long swig.
“I don’t intend to.” I didn’t look at him either. Then he walked away.
By the time I was done with my smoke, the other group of people we were waiting on pulled into the lot. There were several road captains, including Gunner and Ratchet, who kept small groups together for the ride. Bikes were started back up, lids strapped on, shades down.
Tanya walked with me to my bike, strapping on her lid. “I’m glad you came, Skully.”
“I’m glad too. I want you to ride with me, but I don’t want to rub anyone in the club the wrong way. I’ll get in last and ride in the back with one of the groups—if that’s good with you.”
“Sure. No one is going to get rubbed the wrong way. I invited you and Chaos is okay with it.”
“Whatever you say, Sweet Cheeks,” I replied and couldn’t help but flash her a dorky grin.
The President and VP, Rocky and Spider, led the first group out. We rode behind Ratchet and Sam. Tanya leaned back on my sissy bar. She relaxed and didn’t say much. I could see her in my side mirror. The sun was shining on her face, her white shades making her look like a magazine cover model. She was a natural when it came to riding on the back of a motorcycle. Some people tensed up, but she didn’t. We were both part of the thundering machine that vibrated between our legs.
We rode out west toward the Shenandoah Mountains. The smell of summer, green leaves, and grass surrounded our senses. And sometimes, even the stink of roadkill hit our noses. When you rode on a bike, you smelled everything. The groups made a few stops after a two-hour-long ride. Later in the afternoon, we rode back. Some riders went home or stopped at different bars, but most returned, kicking their stands back down at the clubhouse.
The lot was already full when I pulled in with Tanya. Loud music blared out from the clubhouse as we climbed off the bike. Handshakes, slaps on the back, and hugs were passed around, everyone ready to let loose. Tanya grabbed my hand, and my heart thumped hard in my chest. I followed her back into the clubhouse; we grabbed a few cold beers and stepped back outside.
“So, what’s it like now, not wearing a diamond patch?” Tanya sipped from the bottle with her pretty pink lips.
Not belonging to a club, whether a diamond club or not, made me feel a bit lost. And alone. I took a long swallow of mine. “Weird. I wore that Hound patch for three years. “
“Is it scary too? I mean, making such a huge step out like that?”
“Yeah, pretty fuckin’ scary. But I’ve been scared before. Many times.”
She was smiling, but it faded. She looked away. “I’m sure you have. You sure don’t show it though.”
I took a step closer to her. She looked up at me. Her shades were still on. “You don’t show it either, Tanya. I thought you were badass for grabbing Rusty’s junk like that. I’ve never met a woman like you.”
“Yeah, I’m one of a kind, huh? Maybe that’s why I’m defective.”
I reached and curled some of her pretty brown hair behind her ear. “Tanya, it’s just the hand that was dealt to you. But you’re not defective. Do you think I’m less of a man because of my limp?”
She exhaled, her breath caressing my wrist. “No. Not at all. I think your limp is part of you. It's sexy…”
I leaned in and kissed her like I did at the park the other night. Her tongue darted into my mouth. I pulled away, smiling down at her. “Thanks. Took me years to perfect that limp.”
She smiled, but her mouth latched back onto mine. Her hands were in my hair. I pulled her in, pressing her up against my chest. I became hard quick. Then she moaned into my mouth.
“I know you want me, Tanya,” I growled low against her lips.
“Yes, I do, Owen. I want you.” She pulled away and took my hand, and I followed her back into the clubhouse. I didn’t care if anyone watched us, my focus was on her sweet ass. I admired it as she led me down the hallway and into one of the rooms.
The moment I shut the door, Tanya was on me. She covered my mouth with her sweet, soft lips, and our tongues caressed and wrestled together. She jumped and wrapped her luscious thighs around my waist. I claimed her ass cheeks with my hands, spun around, and pressed her back against the door. My dick was so fucking hard, it hurt, just like it did before I was deep inside her the other night.
I shoved my hips right up against her center. “I need you, Tanya. Make the pain go away again.”
She sighed as my lips placed soft kisses down her cheek to her jawline. My tongue darted out and glided down the side of her neck. I licked, nipped, and sucked while carrying her to the bed. I gently placed her down on her back and slid down her body, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. I pulled her boots off, then her jeans. My hands nudged her thighs open, and I shoved my face right up against her delicious, hot pussy. She cried out as my tongue penetrated her wetness and caressed her swollen clit, gliding up and down, and back up again. My hands squeezed the soft flesh of her thighs. They opened wider, giving me the go-ahead to feast on her even more.
“Holy fuck!” she cried out as I tasted her orgasm on my tongue. Her fingers raked through my hair and pulled.
She pushed me away and sat up. “Get those jeans off, Owen. I want that nice hard cock of yours inside me right fuckin’ now.”
“It’s all yours, baby.” I couldn’t get my jeans down around my ankles fast enough before I covered her with my body. I gripped my solid rock of a cock and drove myself all the way inside her. I grunted as I pumped into her hard, my hips moving, pounding her as hard and deep as she wanted.
“I can’t get enough of you, Tanya. I’m hungry and thirsty for you every fuckin’ minute of the day.” I growled as I looked at her pretty face and fucked her the way she liked it. Her lips parted, and her eyes were hooded, moaning and panting along with the rhythm of my hips. I had to shut my eyes. If I kept watching her, I would explode.
“Don’t close your eyes, Owen. Look at me.” I did as she said, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I roared and exploded as my cum shot inside her hot, silky center. I collapsed on top of her. We were both out of breath, covered in sweat.
Her arms wrapped around me. “What are we doing?” she whispered.
“I don’t know. But I sure do like it,” I mumbled, nestling my face against her neck.
The charity ride was a success, and the Chaos Kings raised close to three thousand dollars for the local county animal shelters in the area. That giddiness I felt riding with Skully was exhilarating. The combination of riding with my tribe and Skully nestled between my thighs made my pulse race. I had a splendid view of his broad, V-shaped back and toned shoulders, making my mouth water and leaving me soaking wet down below.
I felt the release of endorphins tingling all through my body when I orgasmed on his tongue. And w
hen he came inside me, it was a rush of pure erotic heat that rushed through us both. We laid there for a few minutes together, his face nestled against my neck.
But the loud music and sounds of laughter came from outside the door, and it woke us both up, making us realize again where we were. We got dressed and walked back out into the main area of the clubhouse, and to the sounds of whistles and hoots and hollers from most of the men. I rolled my eyes, but Skully, of course, had a wide shit-eating grin on his face.
* * *
I was giving a perm to one of my clients, but staring off into space, re-hashing the entire day in my head. “Did you have a nice weekend, Tanya?” My client, Betty, brought me back to the present.
“Huh? Yeah, Betty. It was nice. Why?”
“You’ve got that dreamy look, and you’re smiling too. So, don’t stop. It’s looks good on you.”
I guess I hadn’t realized it, but everyone else had. “Thanks, Betty,” I replied to her as she beamed a smile at me.
Before Skully left the clubhouse, he asked me what I was doing later in the week. He wanted to take me out on another date. I told him I had Wednesday off, and that I’d drive to the cycle shop to meet him. “It’s a date!” He grinned and kissed me before he rode away.
I took my time Wednesday morning and slept in, then I sipped on my coffee and by ten a.m. I primped in front of the mirror longer than I usually did. I made sure to wear some tight jeans that made my ass look really good, plus a hot pink leopard print blouse, and finished my outfit off with wedge sandals. I applied a little extra lip gloss, tussled my hair a bit, and put on my white shades. I left my apartment and drove to Hardcore Cycles.
Clouds were dark and heavy in the sky, ready to dump buckets of rain. The humid air enveloped me as I walked to my car. It was a bummer because we wouldn’t get a ride on Skully’s bike that day and would have to drive somewhere instead. Lightning and thunder cracked as I pulled up into the parking lot of the bike shop. It was a huge one-story brick building. Hardcore Cycles was brightly lit on a neon sign in white, red, and black colors that hung outside on top of the main entrance doors. Alongside the building was the garage with two bay doors. I walked in through the main entrance to the showroom floor. All different types of motorcycles, from sport bikes, to custom choppers, and older Harleys were parked with sale tags hanging off handlebars.
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