Janie
My heart thumped in my chest, and I fingered my lips while shoving through the bar’s crowd, the taste of Hottie still on my tongue. Goddamn, the man could kiss. My panties had to be soaked through, and the frayed jean shorts hugging my curves, too.
Pussy pulsing with the need for the hard length I’d felt pressed against me, I stalled out once we reached the sidewalk.
Hottie took over, tugging me to our left.
Giggling and shaking legs light, I hurried after his long strides. I didn’t give two shits where he took me as long as he took me. Fast. Hard. In some dark alley, under a fucking streetlight … I just needed his cock deep inside of me. I’d always been crazy in my mind for excitement and sex while manic, but never with such desperation.
The Fallen Glider’s logo on his back didn’t even hinder my step or mindset. A sergeant at arms patch revealed more about his nature, but again, I didn’t give two shits.
He climbed onto an old, black Harley and met my gaze, his hazel eyes sending another rush of moisture onto the soaked cotton strip of my panties. One brow cocked, he tipped his head, indicating I could climb on behind him.
My choice.
I didn’t know his name. He didn’t know me.
Body flushed through with heat, I laughed and threw a leg over his bike, wrapping my arms around him, my hands fishing beneath his flapped-open colors and tight, white t-shirt.
The beast rumbled to life, and he pulled away from the curb.
Hard abs met my wandering fingertips, up over his huge pecs, down along the narrowed waist to the band of his leather pants.
Hottie reached the highway and tore off in the opposite direction of where our hotel sat. Closing my eyes and crowding close, I breathed in the scent of leather and his musky cologne as the wind whipped at my hair.
I reached between his thighs and slid my palm down over the hard cock nestled against his right thigh. My mouth flooded with drool as my pussy spasmed.
He sped up, and I grinned, my cheek smooshed against the Fallen Gliders logo on his back.
Every time a high caught me up in its clutches, I turned into a nympho, but nothing like the wildness consuming me. One thrust of his huge cock, and I would set off like a dozen fireworks exploding at once. A mere flick of his tongue…
I moaned and tried to rub against him—the bike vibrating between my thighs—anything to get me off. “Fuck.” I moaned again, so fucking close my toes tingled in readiness.
Hottie slowed, and I opened my eyes to find he’d taken us to another hotel.
He parked and shut off the bike, the sudden silence ringing in my ears.
I hopped off the bike and fought to not fidget in a dance to contain my need to come as he climbed off. At his full height, he easily towered over me by a foot.
“Come on,” he said, grabbing my hand, his low voice rumbling and unsteady.
Biting my inner lip against the giddiness making my stomach flutter with giggles, I hurried after him.
He slid a card key into the slot by a door and pulled me in after him.
I should have been scared. Should have worried I’d allowed a complete stranger—maybe a sicko murderer—take me back to his room, but I couldn’t find a single fuck to give.
With a flick of his wrist at the light switch, the hotel room came into focus, but the next second, he yanked me against him, slamming me against the closed door.
An oomph left my lips, and he swallowed it down while devouring my mouth. My pulse raced as I wrapped my legs around his waist and ground my throbbing pussy against his cock.
Too many fucking clothes…
Hottie wrapped his arms around me and strode toward the bed, his mouth searing kisses along my jaw, behind my ear. “Christ, do you smell good.”
He tossed me on the bed, and I bounced with a squeak and giggle, my gaze glued to his body as he yanked off his colors. I tore off my soaked tank and shimmied out of my shorts and panties as he ripped his t-shirt off overhead.
“Goddamn,” he all but growled while pulling a condom from his back pocket. His gaze glued to my soaked folds, he shoved his leathers down to his knees. “Come here.”
I scooted close, propping my feet on the edge of the bed, legs splayed wide. “Hurry.” Lower lip between my teeth, I gripped the comforter alongside my hips and waited the agonizing three seconds it took him to roll the rubber down his huge cock. Thick, veined, and angry-red, but I didn’t fear his fitting inside of me. I was a sopping mess.
He pressed the head of his cock against my opening and grasped my raised knees, gaze on my eyes. One fucking thrust seated him fully inside of me, bowing my back off the bed.
“Oh fuck!” I shrieked, my eyelids shut against the luscious burn, the invasion I needed more than oxygen.
He pulled out to the head. “Look at me.”
Panting, hanging on by a mere thread to sanity, I did as told.
“I’ve been dreaming about fucking this cunt since I first saw you two days ago.” Hottie slammed balls-deep into me again, and tingles raced up my legs as I clutched the comforter. I held his gaze, lost in the lust shimmering in his eyes. “Burying myself deep inside of you.” He pulled out, head and all before ramming back in. “Hitting your womb…” Another full-length thrust settled the tingles in my lower stomach. “Making you fucking mine.”
“Fuck!” I shrieked and writhed as my climax stole my breath, my mind, my body.
His fingers bruised the insides of my thighs as he held me wide and slammed into me over and over, grunting and growling like an animal as my pussy tried to pull him deeper.
“Oh, God, yes!” I grabbed his wrists as another climax swept over me, arching my back. Head thrashing to the side, lips parted, I panted, heart racing.
“Christ!” he hollered and slammed deep, the head of his cock pulsing against my cervix.
“Oh, my God. My God…” I heard myself whispering between gasps of breath.
He growled and released his hold on my legs and leaned down, capturing my mouth.
Mind. Fucking. Blown.
I’m in deep shit…
He was still buried inside of me as his kiss turned languid, his tongue tracing the inside of my mouth, my lips as his hot, hard body rested against mine. He hummed as though enjoying the taste of me, his hands tangling in my hair as his lips and tickling beard trailed along my jaw again to nuzzle under my ear.
Heart still hammering in my chest, I ran my hands up his back and wrapped my shaking legs around his waist.
“Fuck.” I groaned the word as a shudder rippled down through me.
He felt so fucking good inside of me, pressed against me, the scent of male and sex swarming my nose.
Lifting onto his hands to plank above me swept air-conditioned coolness over my sweat-dampened skin. A slow smirk wrinkled the tanned skin at the corners of his beautiful eyes.
“You’re gorgeous,” I said, lifting my fingers to his beard.
“So are you,” he murmured, his low voice an aphrodisiac to every cell in my body.
His cock remained hard and against my womb as we stared at each other in the silence.
My mind gained control over my body again and began to race—all good things. Wild thoughts, images of his fucking me every which way from Sturgis all the way back east.
“I’ve been calling you little butterfly in my head since I first saw you…”
“Janie,” I answered his unasked question.
“My brothers call me Hawk.”
I raised a brow and smirked. “What’s your real name?”
“Shit.” He tensed for a second and backed off a bit, pulling half his length from my pussy. I squeezed my inner muscles, desperate to keep him inside of me. His turn to raise a brow as he slid deep once more.
I moaned as a shudder rippled through me. “Don’t distract me. Tell me your name.”
“Robin.”
Slapping a hand over my mouth didn’t stop the giggles.
He frowned, pulled out, and slowly pressed back into my soaked, sensitive pussy.
“Robin,” I breathed his name, still smiling as I tugged him down by the back of his neck.
“Hawk,” he stated, staring into my eyes and thrusting again.
“I’ll call you whatever the hell you want as long as you keep fucking me like this.”
A growl rumbled his chest as he pulled away, leaving my pussy gaping and grasping at nothing.
“What?” I sat up.
“This fucking condom won’t take another ball’s worth of my cum.” Hawk yanked up his leather pans around his thighs and stumbled toward the bathroom.
I laid back, grinning like a fool who just allowed a complete stranger to fuck her like the world was about to end.
“Shit.” I scrambled for my jean shorts and grabbed my cell phone from the back pocket.
The toilet flushed as I shot off a text to Tasha while sitting on the edge of the bed again: OMG he’s amazing! Tell my dad I’m in bed if he asks plz?
She immediately texted back a “yes” along with a heart-eyed emoji, and my shoulders relaxed. How many times had I covered for her ass?
THANKS! I quickly typed as the bathroom door squeaked open.
“Everything okay?” Hawk asked, his cock still upright and bobbing against his lower abs. He’d stripped completely, and I trailed my gaze down over his powerful thighs, bulging calf muscles and back up. He held another condom in his left hand.
I licked my lips. “Yeah,” I said, my voice scratchy and needy. “Just letting my friends know they shouldn’t wait up for me.” I tossed my cell behind me onto the bed and crooked my finger. “Come here.”
He crowded between my spread thighs, and I grabbed hold of his ass cheeks, pulling his cock closer to my mouth. One swipe of my tongue over his slit, and he tossed the condom packet onto the bed beside me and fisted my hair.
“Open up, little butterfly.”
I stretched my jaw, but his girth demanded more as he slid between my lips. “Mmm.” Squeezing my thighs together at the rush of arousal, I peered up at him as he bottomed out against the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he whispered harshly, pulled out, and slid back in. “You look so hot swallowing my cock.”
I relaxed my jaw and throat, allowing him to go deeper.
He groaned, and salty pre-cum coated my tongue as he backed out.
Wanting more, I tightened my lips around the head of his cock.
“Greedy,” he murmured, pulling on my hair. “I like that.” He rammed down my throat, and I gagged, instant tears leaking from the corner of my eyes.
“More,” I whispered as he pulled away.
“Fuck.” He held my head steady between his hands and gagged me again, his balls slamming against my chin, wetness without doubt smearing mascara down my cheeks.
I moaned encouragement around his cock and released one hand from his ass to slide my fingers down over my clit.
“You want to come again?” he asked while fucking my tonsils.
“Mmm,” I hummed around his length.
He pulled his cock from my mouth and shoved me back with a hand between my breasts. Dropping to his knees, his face disappeared between my thighs.
“Oh, God!” I grabbed hold of his head and wrapped my legs around his shoulders as he lapped up the wetness coating my swollen folds.
His tongue rimmed my asshole, lifting me off the bed.
“Fuck, yes…” I groaned as he licked up through my slit to my clit, his soft beard sending shudders down through me. He flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue and wrapped his lips around the throbbing nub.
I shattered as though I hadn’t had release in months, squeezing his head between my thighs, my fingers yanking on his hair as I tried to fuck his face.
Gasping for breath, I didn’t want to release my hold on him, but he was ten times stronger than I was and pulled away.
“On your knees, butterfly.”
God, yes … again. Pulse thrumming and mouth dry as a bone, I flipped over, pressed my chest into the mattress and stuck my ass up in the air.
One thrust buried him inside my aching pussy, and my brain fuzzed at the edges as he fucked the ever-loving shit out of me.
****
Spent and boneless, I slumped onto the mattress and curled on my side as Hawk once more left me gasping for oxygen, cold air pebbling my sweaty skin. Satisfied and for the first time not wondering if there might be more, I lay like a corpse except for the rapid rise and fall of my chest.
Eyes closed. Lips smiling. Goddamn, Hawk knew how to use his cock. I couldn’t turn off my brain, though. I wanted him again even though my body actually didn’t want to move. The memory of his hard cock thrusting into me … the warmth of his skin covering muscular, tattooed pecs I wanted to lick…
He collapsed onto the bed beside me, and a warm, wet towel slid over my bare pubic bone. “Lift your leg over me,” he murmured.
Took me a second, but I draped my leg over his hip.
“Was I too rough?” he asked, his tone and touch gentler than I’d expected for the way he looked and fucked.
“I liked it.”
“You sore?” he asked, tossing the washrag aside and pulling me snug against his entire length.
“Not really.” Still smiling, I slid my palm down over his bearded cheek. “You turn me on so damn much, two of you could fit inside of me.”
His brow shot up.
I laughed, betraying the jitters still fluttering in my stomach, making my brain race, and making my words sound rushed. “Not really, but you know what I mean.”
“Yeah.” He spread his fingers across my lower back, holding my pelvis tight against his. The warmth of his exhales bathed my face with his sweet breath as we stared at each other. “Been to Sturgis before?” he finally broke the comfortable silence I fought not to fill. Can’t have him thinking I’m a lunatic after one single night. God knew I wanted way more than a quick fling.
“Nope. This is the first year that me and my girlfriends actually hopped a plane and made it here rather than just talk about it.” Considering what club he belonged to, I wasn’t about to tell him the truth about how our dads had never listened to us beg to go with them the previous five years.
“Earlier today…”
“Yeah?”
A frown dented his brow. “You were on the back of a Silent Demon’s bike. You his old lady?”
I laughed to cover the twist in my stomach. “No. They were just some guys who took us back to our hotel.”
Hawk’s body released the tension I hadn’t realized held him. He smiled and let out a heavy breath, snuggling me closer.
“Do you have an old lady waiting for you at home?”
“Hell, no.”
“Thank God.” I couldn’t contain my smile. “Where is home?”
“New Hampshire. You?”
“New York.”
He slid a tangle of my hair over my shoulder and slid his fingertips down my chest to circle one nipple, his gaze on my hardening nub. “We’re pulling out the day after tomorrow.”
Like a crack of lightning, pain raced through me, tightening my throat. “That soon?”
“Yeah.”
I swallowed, and he lifted his gaze to my face again. “I really want to spend more time with you.”
“Same here.”
He bit down on his lower lip.
“What?” I asked.
“This is going to sound crazy…”
I lifted one eyebrow but couldn’t tear my gaze from his perfectly bowed upper lip.
“Will you let me take you back to New York?”
Blinking didn’t help me find any teasing in his eyes when I jerked my attention up. “Like, ride across the country on the back of your bike?”
“Yeah.” He rubbed his thumb over my tight nipple, waking another tingle between my thighs. “If you get sick of me, or just plain want to go home, I’ll get you a plane ticket to JFK at the nearest airport.”
Jitters woke inside of my stomach as my mind took off down another path rather than fucking Hawk again. How to get my shit from the hotel, what to tell my friends, how to sneak off without being seen by anyone. The thought of not doing what he suggested didn’t even cross my mind.
“Yes.”
Hawk all-out grinned, and I rolled him onto his back, climbing to straddle his hips. “And what if I end up driving you insane?” I asked, breathless with excitement. “Gonna toss me off your bike at the nearest rest stop?”
“You already drive me insane,” he said, his voice the lowest I’d heard as he grabbed my hips and moved me over his hardening cock.
My turn to smirk. “You know what I mean.”
Nothing but seriousness filled his eyes. “You radiate a joy I’ve been missing out on. Life sparkles in your eyes. Your smile. I’ll never grow tired of either. I’m going to sound like a fucking sap, but you lit up my life today, Janie, and I want to see where this can go.”
Knowing what lay in my future, regardless of the meds I swallowed down every morning, dissolved that smile he stared at.
“What?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip.
“I—I’ve never had anyone tell me something like that before.”
“Nothing I hate worse than lying. I’ll always be honest with you, little butterfly.”
Wanting to ignore the niggling of nerves and shame in my stomach, I ground myself against his cock hard enough he grabbed hold of my hips again. “And what do you want right now?” I whispered, leaning down so my lips hovered an inch from his, knowing my eyes twinkled with the life he’d spoken of.
“To fuck you until you can’t see straight.”
“Mmm. Yes, please.”