(Emma)

I heard the sound of a motorcycle in the distance, was that really him?

I was hiding behind the counter of the kitchen with a knife in my hand, afraid that the men outside could break into the house at any moment.

As the sound of the motorcycle drew closer I heard the men outside get in their car, shutting the doors before starting it up and driving off.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but I knew that if they were here for this long then they’d be back eventually. There was something here that they wanted, they had to be here for a reason.

I put the knife on the counter and looked out the window to see Sven pulling up on his bike. I ran outside and practically jumped on him in relief, I guess part of me was surprised that he actually came. In the end it was just the sound of the motorcycle that scared the men off.

“Oh my god what happened to you?” I said as my eyes adjusted to the dark and I saw the cut on his face and the bruises on his arms. I looked down to see that his bike was perfectly fine, there was no way he got into an accident. Was he in a fight?

“It’s… a long story” he said getting off of his bike and looking out in the direction the car sped off to. “Did you recognize any of the men?”

“No… one came to the door and looked like a biker. I couldn’t make out what his jacket said though, do you have more Freedom Riders here?”

“No just- wait, how did you know I’m a Riders member?” he said crossing his arms.

“Well, I guess I recognized one of your tattoos” I said shying away. I didn’t think he would hurt me but he probably didn’t really want me to know that much about him just yet. Judging by the way he worded himself it sounded like he was currently a member, there goes the argument I was using with myself that he used to be one. With everything that was going on all evidence was pointing to him being a legit member, I couldn’t really deny it anymore.

I looked up at the cut on his face, it wasn’t too bad but I’m sure it was hurting much more than he was letting on.

“You can come inside and clean yourself up if you’d like” I offered him. In reality I didn’t want him to leave, I was afraid that those men could come back tonight and I didn’t want to be alone.

“I’d appreciate that” he said smiling down at me and uncrossing his arms.

I led him into the house, feeling a little bit of relief once he was inside knowing that I wasn’t here alone anymore.

We both walked down the hall, I was taking him over to the nearest bathroom that also had a shower. As I led him I felt his eyes all over me, making me realize that I was still in nothing but my panties and my slightly oversized t-shirt. My heart skipped a beat but I kept on walking, part of me said that I should excuse myself right away, but another part of me liked knowing that he was walking behind me checking out my body. I normally dressed so modestly that it wasn’t the kind of attention that I was used to.

I brought him into the bathroom and got a couple of old towels to help clean him up, I made him sit down on a stool next to the sink as I searched for anything to clean his cut with.

“You didn’t have to do this you know” he said, looking at me with his crystal blue eyes and smirking. “I’ve been in this situation before I can take care of myself.”

“Well you chased off those men, the least I could do is help you.”

I searched throughout the cupboard in the bathroom but couldn’t find anything that would help, I would have to check my bathroom and see.

“You stay right there I’ll be right back” I told him, rushing out of the bathroom as he put pressure on the cut.

As soon as I left I knew I should have used it as a chance to go in my room and at least put on a less see through t-shirt and some shorts to conceal my body. I mean I have this guy who I now know is a member of one of the most dangerous gangs in Boston in my home and I’m just walking around half naked for him. Yet I had this feeling of security while my heart was also racing fast just knowing what situation I was in. I was enjoying every minute of this.

I went to my room and found a first aid kit, I looked at my clothes drawer one last time before deciding that I would return to him looking like this. No harm in some teasing, right? I looked at myself in my mirror, looking at the way my t-shirt were draping over my breasts, you could just barely make out my nipples poking out through the fabric. Was it a little much? Probably, but when would be the next chance I would get to tease a biker like this.

I returned to Sven who immediately started eyeing me up again. I leaned over and started dabbing the cut with a clean piece of cloth, using some disinfectant to make sure it would heal properly. Having a younger sister who always rode her bike without protection when she was younger meant that I had done this a thousand times before.

“So, are you gonna tell me how you got all of these cuts and bruises?” I asked inquisitively. I could feel his crystal blues fixed on my breasts and hips. As I leaned over my shirt rode up on my a little bit, revealing my pink panties and the bottom part of my stomach.

“If I told you that I got into an accident would you believe me?” he said sarcastically.

“Well seeing that your bike was perfectly fine I’m gonna guess that’s not what happened.”

“What if I told you that I fell down the stairs as I was rushing out of my temporary town apartment to come and save you” he said with a smirk.

“Would explain some of your bruises but not all” I said.

He lightly grabbed my wrist and moved it away from him so that he could look me in the eye.

“What if I told you that I left your house earlier to go to a meth lab and destroy it, nearly taking a bullet several times, and ending the lives of low life scum who use your town’s corrupt police as a safe heaven for pumping crystal into the city of Boston.”

I looked deep into his eyes and I could feel my heart racing again. I wasn’t expecting all of that, I guess in the back of my mind I had doubted him and wanted to believe that he really did get these cuts from an accident. But as I glanced down at his right hand I noticed that his would be trigger finger looked bruised and sore, not to mention his knuckles looked scraped as if he had been in a fist fight. He really was telling the truth.

We stood there in silence, him gripping my wrist firmly as we stared into each other’s eyes.

“Have… Have you… Have you ever-”

“Killed someone?” he said finishing my sentence.

I slowly nodded my head, not breaking eye contact.

“I’ve ended the lives of more men than I can count” he said.

I had let a killer into my home. I was standing half naked in front of a 6’5 killer, a man who sat there not only with blood on his hands figuratively but with the fresh blood of another man on his knuckles. Those red splotches on his shirt couldn’t all be his. I should run, I should cover my body up and run over to the nearest house and beg for them to take me in for my own safety. Yet something was pulling me into him, something was telling me to stay, maybe it was the fear of those other men rushing through me, maybe it was the alcohol I had drank before he came over, or maybe it was because I kept feeling shivers all over my body whenever our eyes met but I knew I wanted him. He might have been a killer but I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.

I couldn’t deny that I was attracted to Sven. It was strange because I was never into the bad boy type in fact I’ve turned down quite a few in college, but he had something else about him that was just driving me wild, even before learning who he really was. Was it that all the other bad boys I had met were phonies and he was the real deal? Was it because he wasn’t afraid to solve problems with action while all the others just had the looks but nothing to back it up.

He stood up quickly and backed me against the wall. Pinning my hands over my head and holding me in place.

“So, are you going to tell anyone?” he whispered, maintaining his deep gaze.

“Why would I do that?” I whispered back at him.

I saw him looking at my breasts heaving against my t-shirt, he wasn’t even trying to hide it. He wanted me, and I wanted him.

“Can’t imagine why a woman would want a murderer in her bathroom, pinning her against the wall with the hands I used to pull the trigger to my gun just two hours ago.”

His eyes kept alternating between my eyes and my heaving breasts, I could feel the heat coming from his body as he moved his face just inches away from mine. I look up at his muscular arms as he forcefully held me in place, a single vein went from his wrist and all the way up his bicep before disappearing into his t shirt.

I could hear my heart in my ears playing me a symphony of beats that almost drowned out our combined heavy breathing.

I couldn’t believe I was this close to a murderer, a murderer in my own home whose lips were just a few inches away from mine.

“Maybe I’m willing to risk it, maybe I’m too afraid to be alone for the night. What if those men come back and I’m all alone? I need someone to stay up with me all night, someone who can protect me.”

He pulled me in, intertwining his lips with mine as he held me against the wall, sending shockwaves of longing and lust throughout my body. I couldn’t believe it, just hours ago these hands were pulling a trigger, now they were holding me against my own bathroom wall as he took what he wanted.

He grabbed my shirt by the collar and tore it off of me, revealing my breasts to him.

I grabbed him by his shirt and led him to my room, kissing him and rubbing his body along the way. I pulled him into my room and he pushed me onto the bed, taking his shirt off the showing off his muscular and toned body.

I bit my lip as I admired his body all over, no man I had ever been with was even close to looking that good.

He had a few tattoos on his chest and core, as he walked over to me I traced them all with my fingers as I moved my hand down his chest until I reached his belt.

I slowly began to unbuckle his belt, seeing a massive bulge quickly growing in his jeans as I could barely contain my excitement.

I undid his belt and pulled his pants and boxers down, freeing the largest cock I had ever laid my eyes on.

I took it into my hands, I couldn’t even fully wrap my fingers around it. I stroked it back and forth and listened to him moan, feeling its warmth in my hand as I began to kiss it all along its base and breath in his manly scent.

He pushed me onto the bed, grabbing my panties and pulling them off of me and positioning himself over top of me.

He kissed me and I could feel my heart racing. I couldn’t believe that I had a naked biker that I just met on top of me, a man who just ended the life of other men, a man who was a big player in his gang. I couldn’t believe that his massive cock dangling in between his legs as he kissed me again and again, that he wanted me and that he was only seconds away from taking me.

I felt him begin to rub the tip of his cock rubbing against the opening of my pussy, I grabbed his muscular and thick shoulders as he slowly began to push his cock into me.

I gasped as I felt the pleasure of his cock sliding inside me, it was so big that it almost felt as if he was going to split me in two. I brought his mouth to mine and kissed him as I felt inch after inch enter into my tight pussy, I hadn’t felt the touch of a man in so long and I already knew he was going to be the best I ever had.

After a few seconds his cock was all the way inside of me, I looked down in astonishment to see that he was somehow able to fit himself into me.

He slowly start to pump his cock into me, my wet pussy already began to coat his massive shaft as he started to take me again and again.

He pinned my hands above my head, holding me down with the fingers he had used to pull trigger who knows how many times. He began thrusting his whole body into me as I let moans escape from my mouth before he silenced them by kissing me.

We moaned into each other’s lips, his kiss was warm and gentle but his thrusts were almost primal. He took me in a way that no man had ever taken me before, each thrust had power behind it, like he was really trying to take me.

“Oh fuck Sven you feel so good deep inside of me” I whispered into his ear. I couldn’t believe that a real gang member was deep inside of me, giving me the best ride of my entire life.

He let one of my hands go and wrapped it lightly around my throat, I bit my lip as he continued to thrust deep into me. I ran my finger down his tattoos and scars, feeling how thick his muscles felt as sweat began to bead and run down our pleasure filled bodies.

Every pump of his cock sent me to pleasurable places I never felt before, I felt things I didn’t even know were possible.

He pulled out of me, all I could do was lay there and gasp as I immediately felt empty. He flipped me over so that my ass was in the air and then climbed on top of me from behind. He slid his massive cock back into my tight pussy and I let out a moan as he laid on top of me and took me from behind.

His weight on top of me felt amazing, it felt like I was with a real man. He held me down by my hands and kissed me along the side of my neck as he thrust into me to his heart’s desire. With every thrust he grunted in pleasure as I looked at his muscular arms that held me down.

His thick biceps flexed every time he thrust into me, I tried to move my arms just to test him but he held me down with ease. I was all his no matter what and I loved it.

I could smell his manly scent as he fucked me and I could already begin to feel a warmth growing deep down inside my core.

I felt his cock swell within me as he fucked me harder and harder, moaning louder as we both came closer to finishing each other off.

The heat exploded throughout my whole body and I began shaking, moaning as loud as I could as waves of mind warping pleasure shocked my whole body. I opened my mouth and sound could no longer come out as I closed my eyes and felt every inch of him. I came all over his cock, coating his manhood, I was more wet than I had ever been in my life. My hips shook and chills went down my spine as I rode each wave of pleasure he gave me.

“Ohhhh fuck Sven” I softly moaned as each thrust sent more pleasure through my body than I had ever experienced before.

“Oh Emma I’m gonna cum, or fuck I’m gonna cum” he moaned as he let go of my wrists and held me down by the curve of my back, slapping and grabbing my ass hard. I felt his cock throbbing deep inside of me as he got closer and closer to finishing inside of me, I was about to let an older hardened biker finish deep inside of me and I wanted it more than anything else in the world.

“Give me everything Sven, I want you to feel good” I moaned.

“Oh fuck!” he yelled out as I felt his cock swell deep inside my tight pussy, he unleashed himself inside me and began filling me up again and again with his hot cum. With every load he pumped into me he gave out a moan, thrusting his cock as deep as he could into me until he had completely unloaded himself inside of me.

He pulled out of me and rolled over next to me, kissing me again and again as he rubbed his rough yet tender hands all over my sweat covered body.

I just let loose and fucked a biker, and it felt better than anything I had ever done in my life.