Hawk
I sat back and relaxed the best I could while checking out her swaying ass and those creamy thighs I couldn’t wait to get between again.
Hot and tight… The memory of her slippery cunt swelled my cock again even though the spent balls beneath ached like a motherfucker.
She disappeared inside, and I pulled out my cell.
“Our room still smells like satisfied pussy and cum,” Jonny said by way of hello.
I chuckled. “Can’t say I’m sorry.”
“I just got back. Where the fuck are you?”
Heaving a sigh, I glanced at the door Janie had disappeared through. “At her hotel, picking up her things.”
Silence.
“I’m taking her with me tomorrow when we leave and dropping her off in New York.”
“The fuck, Hawk?”
“I know, right?” I scratched the back of my head. “It’s out of the way, but … I don’t know, Jonny. She’s … fuck. I don’t know.”
“You sound like Nicky.”
“Fuck.” My hand dropped to my lap. Our best friend had handed in his colors a few months prior, headed north, and found himself a younger woman who ended up claiming him in every way possible. “I don’t believe in love, let alone love at first sight.”
“I don’t either,” Jonny grumbled, “but you sure as fuck are acting just like him. Mel’s got Nicky so wrapped up that the bastard still won’t return my calls or texts.”
Mine either, I didn’t bother reminding him.
Nicky had left the Fallen Gliders because we dealt the opioids his sister had OD’d on. While I hated the fact he’d left us, I could understand his desire to distance himself. Fucking sucked, though.
He’d left, and I ended up filling the void he’d left in the club as sergeant at arms. “Can’t stand the thought of leaving here tomorrow without her,” I said, fighting to hold back a sigh. “Hoping by the time we should split from you for New York, she’ll have agreed to come home with me.”
“Shit.” Jonny’s heavy exhale hit my ear hard. “I think you’re fucking nuts, but if she’s the one you want right now, then she’s the one you want. I’ve got your back—same as always.”
“Thanks, man.”
“You done fucking for the night, or should I go crash in someone else’s room?”
My grin returned. “I’ve already blown my load three times.”
“You’re Hawk ‘fucking’ Richards with an endless supply of cum, or so the club whores say. No fucking way you’re done for the night.”
I laughed and rubbed my chest at the foreign feeling tingling there. “Yeah, well.”
Jonny chuckled again. “I’ll crash next door with Digger just in case you can’t keep your cock in your boxers.”
“I don’t wear any fucking underwear.”
“So that’s your secret? Maybe I should give it a try.”
Laughing again, I hung up and tucked my cell back into my pocket. Jonny complained as much as me about the lack of fuckable women in the club the previous couple of months. Not too many knew he struggled with getting his rocks off. He blamed age, but at forty-two, a mere five years older than me, I knew he lied.
He’d grown bored, same as I had. His brain was overrun with worry over the club and the declining numbers. The fine line we walked between being one-percenters and hating the crisis our drug dealing enabled.
No fucking way we could change, though. The presidents’ meeting a few nights prior had spelled that out clear as shit.
Fallen Gliders supplied what people wanted. We made money, and unless we handed in our colors, we’d do so until six feet under.
“Fuck,” I muttered to myself, eyeing the hotel’s back door. Pushing aside the dismal thoughts, I turned my mind to Janie.
Full of life, exuberant, spontaneous Janie. A cool, spunky glass of water on a sweltering day. The sweetest rush of fresh air from an ocean breeze.
Goddamn, am I fucked.
The thought didn’t turn my stomach, didn’t sent a shot of worry or the desire to flee through my body. Snagged on her line, she had me by the balls. Aching balls.
I doubted I had a drop of cum left in me, but my dick didn’t give a shit. I wanted to slide into her cunt again and again until I passed out.
She hurried out the hotel door, her baseball cap pulled low on her forehead, long hair still in a braid over her shoulder. Lower lip between her teeth, she glanced around the parking lot. Like a squirrel with her tail on fire, she scurried toward me in a new pair of skinny jeans and her riding boots, two small bags in one hand and a large backpack slung over her other arm.
“Your friends give you shit?” I asked while flipping open the saddlebags on my bike.
“Not too much. Tasha promised to take the rest of my stuff home.” She shoved things from the bag into one side, then arranged the rest into the other. “Let’s get out of here before they change their minds.”
A whisper of unease snuck into my brain, but I pulled away from the hotel, Janie’s heart thumping fast against my back as she clung to me.
I opened it up and sped back down the highway, buzzing by other bikers and the occasional car even though it had to be close to one. We arrived back at my hotel, and Janie seemed to have chilled the fuck out, smiling and eyes flashing again.
“Tired?” I asked as she set her backpack on the floor.
“Nope.”
“Oh, how I envy the young and their boundless energy,” I said with a chuckle before leaning down to brush my lips against hers. “We’re leaving at six. Best get some sleep.”
She sighed as I pulled away. “All right.”
Twenty minutes later, she crawled beneath the sheets and curled her naked body around mine.
I groaned at her soft warmth pressed against me and turned on my side to face her. “No fucking way I’ll sleep with you all pressed against me like this.”
“Mmm.” She rolled over and snuggled her ass against my groin. “Better?”
“Fuck, no,” I said between clenched teeth. Thoughts of her virgin, puckered hole swelled my cock.
“You can take me again,” she said, her voice all sultry and lust-laced as she wiggled against me.
“I want this ass,” I said, trailing a fingertip between her cheeks, “but that’s going to take some time. Time we don’t have right now.” I lifted my fingertip to my nose and inhaled the musky scent of her. “Goddamn, woman, do you tempt me.”
She giggled and fucking wiggled again.
“Go to sleep, little butterfly. I’ll satisfy your craving for my cock tomorrow.”
A huffed, exaggerated sigh, and she pressed her back against my chest. “Promise?”
“Promise. Now close your eyes.”
Took a long time with Janie fidgeting beside me, but I eventually gave over to the exhaustion from having drained my fucking balls.