Trip
The rev of bikes trolling the highway was a comforting sound, oddly enough. There was just something right about the purr of the engine, nothing between you and the asphalt that raced underneath you, and the growl like a beast that came from your ride as you cruised.
Misha used to love it, but I tried not to think about her too much anymore. She was long gone.
Trixie, though, was here right now. She was pressed against my back, with her tits squished against me. She held on to me like she was afraid that she was going to die, and I kinda liked having that kind of power over her. It made her thankful when I delivered her sweet ass safely back to her house and made her tremble at how scary but exciting it was, right up until she was inviting me inside her house to make her more than tremble. We had just gotten done celebrating; news had come in about a run to disrupt some Jackal business, landing us a nice stash of goods to hock off on the market and putting the Jackals out a few nice, fat ten-grand stacks off the spoils they’d have made from that load.
All was fair in love and war, after all. And when war was fruitful, Trixie was there to help me celebrate in ways my boys couldn’t.
She wasn’t very smart, but she was always wet, always wanted to fuck, and didn’t ask questions she didn’t need to. She wasn’t that hard on the eyes, either, and when I took a look back at her as I pulled us off the highway and onto the road her rickety little house was on, I caught those pretty, doll-like, blue eyes and those cock-sucking, pink lips of her, smirking at the look of admiration on her face.
“Almost there, doll face.”
She giggled at me; she loved that name, like it makes her special. She pressed her tits against my back, right up against the Pride patch on my kutte.
“Don’t go too fast. I don’t wanna crash, T!”
“Crash? With you on my bike? Wouldn’t dream of it doll face. I like you too much.”
She giggled again, and it wasn’t the most annoying thing I’ve heard in my life, but it was damn sure not the sweetest. I revved a little to make her squeal and zipped through the dark streets with their flickering street lights. Trixie didn’t live in the best part of town; her family was textbook trailer trash because her daddy liked to spend all his money on lotto scratchers and big titties down at Assets. Trixie didn’t do too badly for herself though. She had a nice, cushy spot working the diner the next exit down the highway and maybe a little ass-selling on the side, which is fitting; Trixie was hardly her real name.
I pulled n, and she slid off my bike, thick legs wobbling like she’d had them spread to fuck. I reached out and popped her on her ample ass.
“T!” She squealed again, jumping and making her ass cheeks jiggle a little out of her denim skirt. Though—heh—you could barely call that little strip of cloth a skirt.
We walked up to the front of her trailer, her fumbling with her keys while I slid my hand up under her skirt. She was already wet; her panties were hot and soaked, and she moaned when I rubbed my fingers over her ass crack.
“Wait until we’re inside, T—”
She was trying to unlock her door as I presssed behind her. I was hard hard and not really keen on waiting. I leaned against her, speaking against her ear. I could smell perfume on her. Something cheap. I made a note to maybe buy her a little something I liked.
“If you think I’m not ready to fuck you enough to slide that skirt up, shove your little tooth-floss panties out of the way, and shove my cock inside you until you’re screaming for your neighbors, you don’t know me very well, doll face.”
She gasped and her ass jutted back against me, but she damn sure made the effort to open her door, right and quick, too. As soon as we were inside, I slammed her against the door.
“Ah, hell, T. You’re needy tonight.”
“Baby girl, I just wanna hear you scream.”
Needy? Not what I’d call it. I was fucking high—lit light a kite and I hadn’t even taken anything. It was victory. I’d claimed it in a small dose over the Jackals tonight, with help of my boys. Now I’d claim it on Trixie’s sweet little snatch.
I kissed her before she could say anything more, trapping her against the door. She tasted like beer and lipstick; I felt the stuff smear over my lips and didn’t bother to be annoyed about it. They could smear over my cock later too. Her arms went around me, and those ridiculously long, manicured nails dug into my back. I hoisted her up; she wasn’t that heavy. Her legs went around me, and I pressed against her, rocking my cock against that pretty pussy of hers.
“I thought you wanted to fuck me?” she panted.
“I’m gonna; I just like hearing you mewl before you get it.”
She whined, but she didn’t argue. I was allowed to get what I wanted from her, and she gave it to me like any other club girl would. She was just happy to be worthy enough to take my cock, and as I shoved those frilly, little, barely-even-there panties aside, plunging my fingers into her heat to work her open, she wouldn’t be able to think that I wasn’t being fair to her anyway.
“Oh, T, fuck!”
In and out, I fucked her on my hand. So wet and tight. I was used to her by now and knew how to get her wet quickly. I didn’t feel like fucking around on her and taking my time; that kinda shit was for another girl.
Trixie had strong legs and those thick, pretty thighs of hers held her up while I fiddled with my pants, not too much a gentleman to resist fucking a pretty girl against her door before I decided whether I wanted to bend her over her couch or bed next. I undid my belt, opened the button, pulled down the zipper, and found it was a relief when my cock let loose from my pants. There was a condom in my pocket—I was not a stupid man.But as I went to rip the foil, my phone rang.
“What the fuck.”
I groaned. There was a temptation to ignore it, but it was Brig’s ringtone, and he knew not to mess with my me time unless it was something important.
I set a pouting Trixie on her feet and pulled away to answer.
“This better be good,” I said.
“I dunno if it’s good, Trip.”
“Well, it’s gonna be worse if I don’t find out what it is.”
“It’s—it’s Misha, T. She’s right outside the fucking club.”