Steel showed absolutely no sign of slowing down and neither did any of the other members of his club. If we were going to be arrested that evening, they were going to make law enforcement work for it.

It was so dark outside. I wasn’t used to any highways being pitch black, but that’s exactly what was happening here. Living in the suburbs, there are street lights every twenty-five feet or so. I wasn’t sure I’d seen any lights since we left the motel. There was also an eerie lack of traffic, almost as if everyone went to bed at dark and didn’t dare come out on the roads.

The longer we drove, the more surprised I became that we never saw anyone in front of us. I thought for sure, they’d become tired of chasing us and try to block us off. In a worst case scenario, they could deploy spike strips, but I didn’t even want to think about that. If they did, the tires would pop and we would surely go flying off the bikes to our deaths.

After about fifteen more minutes, I finally a couple of lights up ahead. They weren’t from buildings or anything like that. The illumination seemed to be coming from a single street light. Steel noticed it too and started signaling something to the other bikers, but I had no idea what the signals meant.

As we got closer to the light, I began to see signs. Apparently the highway we were on split off into a couple of other highways up ahead. The bike began to slow as we approached the intersection and Steel was waving his arms wildly.

Everyone seemed to know what he was signaling because while we went straight through the intersection, half the members of the club turned right while the other half turned left. At that point, it was obvious to me that this wasn’t the first time they’d done something like this. At the very least, it had been practiced at some point in the past.

Grabbing on even tighter, I could have sworn that I heard Steel laugh over the loud sounds of the motorcycle. Even if I was wrong, there was no doubt that he was enjoying himself.

At first I thought it was crazy. How could someone be having fun being chased around by the cops, but then I realized that I was enjoying myself as well. My adrenaline was pumping hard and I couldn’t remember a single time in my life that was as exhilarating as that moment. Was it crazy? Yes, but it was exciting as well.

After a few minutes, I realized that we seemed to have lost the police who were chasing us. Since Steel rode the lead bike, it’s possible that the officers had no idea we went straight through the intersection. They may have simply seen the motorcycles turning left and right and split up to follow them. Regardless, they didn’t seem to be chasing us at the moment.

For the first time on the ride, I began to relax a little. Sure, them not being behind us at the moment didn’t mean the trouble was over with, but at least I wasn’t in any imminent danger of being arrested or shot. Besides, nobody knew who I was and if Steel was the kind of guy I thought he was, I probably wouldn’t be around anymore by the time the cops caught up to him.

Steel slowed the bike down and pulled onto a dark, dirt road. It looked like it was an abandoned road and I wondered if he planned on camping for the evening until the headlight began shining on a large house about a mile up the road.

I was surprised when Steel pulled off the dirt road and into the driveway. I got the feeling that he didn’t know who owned the house, but that didn’t seem to matter. All the lights inside the house were off, but that didn’t mean nobody was home. It was very late at night and most people were sleeping at that hour.

As we drove towards the rear of the house, an outdoor light came on, causing my heart to race with fear, thinking we’d just been busted. Fortunately, it was just a security light mounted to the side of the house. Steel froze to make sure no lights inside the house came on and when they didn’t, he turned off the bike, kicked the kickstand and jumped off the motorcycle.

Grabbing my hand, he helped me down from my seat. When my feet hit the ground, I almost fell. My legs were shaky and I was having trouble supporting myself.

“Whoa, be careful,” he said, grabbing hold of my arm so I didn’t go down.

“Sorry, all this excitement must have been a bit more than I expected.”

“Nobody said you had to come.”

“I know, I just meant, the whole chase thing was exciting.”

He looked at me like I was a creature from another planet. “You good now?”

“Yes, I’m good,” I assured him as I regained my composure.

As he grabbed his bag, I looked at the seat where I’d been riding and noticed that I’d left a wet spot. I was so embarrassed. Surely he had to have seen it too. God, I was so aroused.

“So do you know who lives here?” I asked, hoping that maybe, just maybe, it was owned by friends or family. Instead of answering me, he just shook his head and started walking towards the porch, looking into each window as he passed.

Up on the porch, he held his ear to the front door, listening for any kind of sound coming from inside the house.

“Stand back,” he whispered before knocking the front door off it’s hinges with one big, swift kick.

He held his finger up to his mouth, signaling me to be quiet as he stood listening for any sounds of movement in the house. The only thing we heard was the sounds of crickets outside.

When he was confident that there was no trouble to found, he walked in like he owned the place and went room to room, checking to see if there were any incredibly deep sleepers inside the house. I remained in the living room, watching to make sure nobody pulled into the driveway.

“This’ll do just fine for the night,” he said as he walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out a couple of beers.

He threw me a beer and sat down on the couch, signaling for me to come sit next to him. The night had been so wild. I felt like my name should be Bonnie and Steel was my Clyde.

“So, I’m sure you’ve probably got a lot of fucking questions, right?”

“I’ve got a few.”

“Well, let’s hear them so we can get the bullshit out of the way right up front.”

“The main thing that I want to know is what was all that about back at the motel?”

“Well, as you could probably tell, I’m a wanted man.”

“Yeah, I figured out as much, but why? What did you do?”

“It was no big deal. I just had to beat the shit out of some asshole a couple of weeks ago. Put him in the hospital and the little pussy pressed charges. He must not realize that all that’s gonna do is get him a bigger ass kicking the next time he crosses my path.”

“Oh my God, why did you beat him up?”

“We were at a bar and I saw him slap his old lady. I might be a tough guy, but nobody is gonna hit a woman when I’m around. I don’t give a fuck what she supposedly did. He’s a big dude and she was barely five foot tall and 100 pounds soaking wet. He needed to learn a lesson and I just happened to make a great teacher.”

I was hanging on every word coming out of his mouth and knowing that he was wanted because he beat up someone in order to protect a lady made me lust for him even more. Just looking at him made my heart race. God, he was so attractive. So powerful!

When he realized I didn’t have any other questions for me, he put one of those strong arms around me and pulled me close to him.

“Now where were we?” he asked, as cool and casual as could be.

I was so turned on that I couldn’t think straight. There was no way I’d be able to put a sentence together to answer him. I kept thinking back to the motel restroom and the vision of Katie giving head to the biker.

Since I couldn’t form the words to give him an answer, I did what I felt was the next best thing. I leaned over and unzipped his pants. I was surprised to see that he was just as aroused as I was. His cock was huge and hard. With one tug of his boxers, it sprang free. I needed to taste it. I knelt down on the floor and took it into my mouth.

Steel grabbed my head and held it down, pushing himself deep into my throat as far as it would go. I’d never seen a cock as big as his and there was no way I could take all of him into my mouth. It was impossible, but I was still giving it all I had.

With one hand on the back of my head, his other hand grabbed at my dress, pulling it down as he searched for my tits. He wasn’t messing around. He knew what he wanted and he was going to take it without asking. He was manhandling me and I was loving every minute of it.

I stopped sucking him off while he pulled my dress up over my head. I removed my bra and stepped out of my panties, which were as soaked as they’d ever been before. Standing completely naked before him, he licked his lips and jumped up off the couch, grabbing me by my ass and lifting me up off the floor.

With complete control that told me he must have done it a million times before, he lowered me down onto his cock, which was still slick with my saliva. He slid himself inside of me and fucked me harder than I’d ever been fucked before. He was so strong that he was able to move me around at will and there was nothing I could have done to stop him, not that I wanted him to.

The primal rawness in the room was intense and the smell of sex filled the air. The sound of him pounding me in submission echoed off the walls and my moans could likely be heard for miles. He pounded me, smacking my ass over and over until it was a bright shade of red.

After several minutes of non-stop, hard sex, he grabbed hold of me even tighter and started grunting while I felt his cock start to pulsate inside of me. He was getting close and just knowing that was enough to push me over the edge. My entire body tensed up and I started coming all over him. At the same time, he threw his head back and released himself inside of me.

I could actually feel every single squirt of seed filling me. When he was done, he grabbed me by my face and kissed me hard.

“Fuck!” was all he could say.

I slid off of him and fell to the floor, feeling used and abused, but having just loved every moment of what had just happened. It was easily the best sex I’d ever had.