“Benji, I know we’re just friends, and if you want to say no I completely understand. It’s just that, I don’t know anyone else, and with me being… different—”

“Spit it out, Harley,” I laugh, swiping the bottle of Jack we stole from the club from her hand. She jumps down off the mound of parts thrown out by the brothers in the biker graveyard. Mine and Harley’s usual go-to for a chance at freedom.

She runs the back of her hand along her forehead as she stares out into the night. Goddamn, she’s beautiful. She has a ripped tank top on tonight, showing off her belly button ring and cut off shorts that are two sizes too big, making my mind run wild with what I could do to those exposed hips. I’ve always loved Harley, but she friend-zoned me. There’s nothing worse than wanting to fall to your knees for a women, who only see’s you as a friend.

“I want to have sex,” she blurts out. Mouth full of Jack, I freeze. Surely, I didn’t hear her right.

I swallow the liquid fire. “Sex?” I confirm.

“Yeah, with you.” She kicks at a few bolts laying around on the ground. “I’ve seen it enough around the club, and it scares me that one day… Farrah is going to take the choice away from me.” I grit my teeth thinking that her split personality takes away a lot of her life. “You’ve been with girls before, so you know what you’re doing.” She shrugs innocently. I actually haven’t been with any girl, but Harley doesn’t know that. She thinks I’ve been with tons because I tell her I have. It makes me feel better to throw it in her face because she won’t let me have her. I could easily be with the girls around the club, but I want only Harley. The forbidden flower inside my own club.

“Yeah, I mean. If you’re sure.” I try to play it cool, but my dick is so hard I can feel the veins in my shaft throbbing.

Her eyes shoot to mine, her teeth nibbling on her bottom lip.

“Yeah?” the question falls from her mouth so perfectly, it has me drop the bottle of jack to the ground, and slide off the mound of bike parts a little too eagerly.

Quickly I make my way to her. My hands hesitating before falling to her bare hips. Goddamn her skin is so soft, like fucking silk. I feel high, my body vibrating as I touch her bare skin. I want to fuck her bad, so fast but slow at the same time, my mind is racing with what to do.

She places both of her hands on my chest, her eyes closed.

“If I say stop… you’ll stop?” She looks up at me with doe eyes.

“Of course,” I whisper. But honestly, I’ve wanted this so long… I’ll never stop. I’m slamming my dick in that pussy and placing my claim on her before anyone in this fucking world can.

Pushing up on her tiptoes she closes her eyes, her lips pursing. Grabbing the nape of her neck with one hand, the other grasping her left hip, I pull her close and press my mouth to hers.

I want to be everything a first time should be for a girl like her deserves. But I’m going to show her I’m no fucking friend…

I demand her lips apart, and I take what I’ve been longing for, for far too long. Our kiss is rough, greedy, wet, and goddamn perfect. Her mouth tastes of cheap bubblegum and I can’t get enough of it. She’s always leaving Double Bubble wrappers around the club, and I’ve come to love the smell.

She’s a curse and a blessing. Wild, but caged inside of her own mind.

My hands slide up her soft curves, and her head falls back as she offers herself to me like a lamb to a wolf. Under her shirt, I grasp her bare breast, her pebbled nipple pressing into my hand. The feel of them in my callused palm.

“Fucking perfect,” I groan. Pushing my hand along her spine, her body bends just right and I lower my head. I flick her nipple with my tongue, swirling it in my mouth before nipping it gently.

“Oh God,” she mews.

One hand on each of my cheeks, she looks up at me with glossy eyes.

“I’ve wanted this for so fucking long,” I confess, kissing her tit.

Her eyes widen like this is news to her.

“Fuck me, Benji. Fuck me like one of your club whores.”

Snapping upright, I fist her hair.

“I’ll fuck you, but I’ll never disrespect you like a club whore. Do you understand?”

Her lashes flutter before she nods softly.

Lacing my palm with hers, I lower her to the dusty ground, my knees straddling her body. The mounds of used parts and broken motorcycles from over the years conceal us from everyone at the club. It’s just me and Harley. She looks up at me with scared eyes, not sure what to do next.

I take charge, leading the way.

My fingers hook into each side of her shorts and pull them down her thighs. Her arousal drips from her pussy making it glisten against the moonlight. Woman walk around the club naked, but I’ve never had a cunt this close up before.

I inhale a deep breath, the smell of Harley turning me on even more. I knew she didn’t wear panties. One day when she had on some baggy sweatpants with holes in them, I swear I saw pink pussy when she was sitting on the couch. She’s wild, free, and mine tonight.

Using the pad of my finger, I slide it through her wet lips and her body arches as if a jolt of electricity circuited through her limbs.

Leaning over her, I kiss her, taking her moans and pleasure. My elbow pressed into the hard ground I jerk my baggy jeans down to my knees. My dick falls free, brushing against the ground.

“I want to see,” she presses on my chest, her eyes narrowed in the direction of my hard-on.

Using my knees, I sit up, and my hard cock throbs as she looks at it with curious eyes.

Her fingers reach out, her fingertip slightly caressing the tip of my cock. My dick jumps, and she startles.

What can I say, my cock knows who it wants, and it’s been wanting Harley since before I learned how to jack off.

My balls squeeze, needing to be inside of her. Now.

“Show and tell is over,” I rasp.

I push her back down onto the ground and push her knees as far apart as I can.

Her eyes widen by my sudden control.

Fisting the base of my cock I press it against her entrance. Her eyes locked on mine, and I slowly push myself into her tightness.

Oh my God, it feels so fucking good. She’s so warm, so wet, I push further inside.

Her mouth parts, her eyes furrowing with unease.

She whimpers, and my restraint busts. I thrust into her a little harder.

She envelops around me, her body tense. I make myself slow down, letting her adjust to my size.

“You okay?” I whisper into her ear. The intense tingling in my cock causing my hips to rock on their own. I can’t stop, I knew I couldn’t once I was inside of her.

Breathing heavily, she nods, and slowly she untangles herself from my chest and lays herself back on the ground.

Tucking my hand behind her neck, I work myself deeper and deeper inside of her. Glancing between our bodies, I notice her tits are beading with sweat, her flat stomach breathing heavily. Fuck she’s beautiful. I’ve envisioned this moment for so fucking long.

My hips have a mind of their own they circle, thrust, and drown in pure fucking satisfaction as I fuck her.

Her tongue snakes out, sliding along her bottom lip as she looks up at me with pleasure instead of fear now.

I give a chaste kiss against her damp lips, and her teeth graze the skin of my lip. She’s getting brave.

I’m fucking done trying to be a gentleman now.

“Widen your legs more.” My voice raspy, and her legs outstretched causing my cock to sink further inside of her. I want to pound into her so hard, feel her come undone and whimper from the power of my cock.

My balls squeeze with warmth and my face masks with pleasure.

“I’m going to come,” I warn her. I don’t want it to end, I want to keep going but the release is too great. I can’t stop it.

“Do it inside of me,” she pants. My eyes widen.

“You on the pill?” I ask, not wanting to fuck both of our lives up.

She nods impatiently.

Fisting her tit harder than I should, I tuck my face inside of her neck. I lick the salty sweat from her skin, and just as I feel the first drop of cum slip from the tip of my dick. I suck on her collarbone and blow my load inside of her sweet cunt. Grunting, my boots scuff against the dirt trying to find purchase as I drive into her over and over. The burn on my knees from the hard ground going unnoticed as I fuck Harley in the motorcycle graveyard.

I’m pissed it’s over and pleased I marked her as my first. My chest battles the emotions. Am I happy or mad?

Out of breath, I slowly pull from her tightness, only it’s not nearly as tight as when I first entered her. The sight of blood stains my dick and the lips of her pussy. I can’t help but smile that I took her virginity.

I fall next to her and we both look up at the stars. Her thighs and pussy covered in blood, and my pants around my ankles.

“Will it always hurt like that?” she asks calmly. The sound of her voice back in a friendly matter, and not in a lusty tone like it was.

“No, it will get better each time you do it,” I inform her. But I’ll never let her fuck another man, not while I’m still breathing.

“It was like, kissing with your whole body,” she whispers. I look to her watching the stars with glossy eyes and red cheeks. A simple smile playing across her swollen lips. Having Harley tonight, it’s made me realize just how fucking amazing Harley really is.

I push a strand of hair from her face, and she grabs my hand. Her little fingers twisting my skull ring off my finger. She places it on her index finger and it falls off. Lost in her own world, she places it on her thumb. It’s a perfect fit.

She smiles, holding it above her head like it’s a diamond ring.

“HARLEY!” Grudge yells for her. We both look in the direction of the club. If her dad catches us, I’ll be pistol whipped and Harley will be locked in her room for days.

“Shit, I better go,” she whispers. Standing, she pulls her shorts up and straightens herself. She tosses her hair over her shoulder and looks at me.

Pulling my jeans up I step up to her, grabbing her hand before she runs away.

“I don’t want things to get weird between us, Harley,” I beg her. As much as I wanted this, it wouldn’t be worth losing her.

She smirks, dimples forming on each side of her swollen lips.

“Don’t worry, we will always be best friends.”

Like a fucking knife to the chest, I let go of her hand. I was hoping she would be like most chicks after me fucking her and feel like we had something special or some shit. But she’s Harley, she’s not any ordinary girl. She turns to run off to the club but stops.

“Your ring!” she whispers. She tugs and pulls on the ring on her thumb, but it doesn’t budge. Worried eyes look at me.

“I’ll get it later, just go!”

She nods and returns to the club, leaving me outside with a lone wolf crying into the night. My chest pounds with disappointment, and it makes me angry I feel this drawn to her.

I don’t want to be her friend.

I want to be her fucking man.

“Find something you love, and let it kill you,” I whisper my dad’s advice to no one.