Chapter 16 – Larson
I’m at the club house with some fellow Dogs when my phone vibrates with a text message alert. My heart fucking races, thinking it has to be Brynn. I tell myself not to look at it— if any of the guys saw me, they’d think I was so pathetic— but I know I can’t resist. I haven’t seen her for over a week and it’s driving me crazy.
I miss your big cock, the text says.
Holy shit.
Why can’t she be here, right now, for me to bend over and take?
I miss your wet pussy, I’m in the middle of texting back, but Jensen comes over and says, “Hey Larson, these clowns seem to have settled down, right?”
“Looks that way,” I tell him, trying to act nonchalant as I shove the phone back into my pocket. “I mean, there have been some graffiti incidents and some punks getting dressed up like clowns still and running around downtown, but, it seems to just be kids trying to keep the Halloween spirit up a bit longer this year. What do you think?”
Jensen shrugs.
“I don’t know.”
He looks a bit worried, so I can’t help but press for more info.
“What does that mean?”
“Bob Wright said he’s heard rumors that the clowns are still up to some stuff. Petty theft, roughing people up, that sort of thing. But nothing as crazy as on Halloween night.”
“I see,” I tell him.
This is troubling. I’m glad nothing major has happened but I wish these clowns would disappear for good.
My phone vibrates again. I can’t help but sneak a peek, pulling it slightly out of my pocket.
You must be riding, Brynn’s new text says. When you get done and get my text, think about riding me next… on your bike.
Hell yeah, now that’s what I’m talking about, I think, and then I notice Jensen looking at me strangely.
“That Brynn?” he asks.
Fuck. He’s gonna give me shit about texting women from the club house. But he just shakes his head as if he’s got me.
“You are really into her,” he says. “I told you this could happen to the best of us.”
“I don’t think so, you fucker,” I deny.
But he’s right— I’m a goner. I’m already thinking about visiting Brynn in New York, which I can’t wait to do, just so I can see her again. Touch her again. Feel her body against mine. Fuck her again.
My cocks starts getting hard despite my best intentions. The damn thing has a mind of its own.
“Well,” Jensen says, patting me on the shoulder as he stands up. “I’ll leave you to talk to your old lady.”
“She’s not my old lady,” I tell him, protesting against his use of biker slang for girlfriend or wife. But deep down, I feel that she is.
“I think Bob and I are going to go ride around later and see if anything too crazy is happening with the clowns,” he responds, ignoring my comment about Brynn.
“Okay, let me know when,” I tell him.
But as soon as he’s gone, I head to the bathroom to take care of a little— or big— something.
I finish the dirty text message I had been in the process of sending Brynn when Jensen came over. Then I add another one.
Sorry, Doll. I’m at the house. But I’m thinking of you right now.
Oh yeah? Comes her immediate reply. What are you thinking about doing to me?
Fucking you on my bike, like you told me to think about, I tell her.
I imagine holding her up against the hard steel and plunging my hard cock into her wet pussy. I miss it so much.
I take my cock out and stroke it, wishing that it was Brynn’s pussy instead of my hand. I think about her naked, curvy body and all the things I wish I could do to it right now. When I see her, I want to lick her from head to toe. Trail my tongue from her nipple to her belly button to her pussy, teasing her for as long as we can both hold out before drinking her delicious juices.
That’s it, I can’t take it anymore. I shoot a load of cum inside some wadded up toilet paper, wishing I could be shooting it into Brynn instead.
I hurry to clean up the evidence and go see when Jensen and Bob are planning to leave for their welfare check ride around town. There’s important club business to attend to but I just had to take care of that one little thing first. I think I’ll go certifiably crazy before I get to see Brynn next, and I can’t believe she’s having this much of a fucking effect on me.
I definitely have to go to New York. This situation is becoming dire.