Biker for the Night (For The Night #6) (5 page)

‘Don’t worry, we’ll slow right down, just turn her
around ready for the next run,’ he advised in a reassuring voice. I did as I
was told and took my eyes off the road when I felt his hands move to tug at the
zip on my jacket. ‘Watch where you’re going, Eve. Eyes on the road at all
times.’

‘What are you doing?’ I asked, as he parted the
leather and reached up to palm my breasts.

‘Nothing beats the thrill of a climax at speed,’
he murmured, as he slowly unzipped the bra to release my nipples.

‘O shit,’ I groaned, as I tried to focus on
turning the bike around.

‘Lift yourself up for me,’ he ordered as his hands
moved down to my crotch.

‘Seriously?’ I gasped, as we started moving down
the runway again, slowly.

‘Seriously. You have a very big bill to cover,
sweetheart,’ he chuckled sexily as he tugged at the zip. ‘Don’t make me repeat
myself, lift your backside up.’ I did as I was told with a gulp. As if the
chill of the air wasn’t bad enough on my nipples, to feel the breeze on my
naked pussy as well?

‘Shit,’ I repeated, as he instructed me to sit
again, the warm leather rubbing against my still swollen wet lips and he put one
hand back on the handle bars as he picked up speed.

‘How turned on are you right now?’ he asked, as
his free hand started to caress one of my exposed breasts.

‘About to ruin the leather of the seat,’ I replied,
as I tried to keep my focus on the concrete strip ahead of me.

‘Then you’ll have to clean it up when we’re done,
with your tongue.’

‘You’re a kinky sod,’ I uttered, as my nipples
started to sting and my pussy started to throb again. The vibrations of the
bike rising up through me had been bad enough before, but now I had nothing
between my clit and the seat? Holy shit.

‘You’re the one half-naked on a bike in the middle
of nowhere with a stranger, sweetheart,’ he reminded me, as he sharply pinched
my nipple. I screamed and writhed on the seat as I started to pant. ‘How much
would you love for me to stop, get my cock out and have you fuck me while we
ride?’

‘O my
God
,’ I groaned, as I fought to keep
my eyes from rolling into the back of my head. Sex with a biker was bad enough,
but sex on a bike? Was that even on the fantasy list I’d given him? Or was he
ad-libbing? Because holy hell ... I had no words.

‘Imagine that throbbing engine between your
thighs, you bent over, your clit pressed against the warm leather feeling those
vibrations, with my rigid cock up your tight backside, ramming into you over
and over while the wind lashes at these hard nipples of yours.’

‘Yes, yes,’ I moaned.

‘Think how wet you’d get that leather, as you come
again and again, creaming yourself as you scream my name, begging me to fuck
you harder, to go faster.’

‘Logan,’ I mewled as he slowly ran his hand down
to my pulsating clit. ‘Do it, please do it,’ I begged. He sped up, as his
fingers circled my sensitive nub and I started to tremble. ‘I … don’t think … I
can focus,’ I panted as he slipped around with ease, pleasure saturating my
body. The thrill of all these sensations at once, and the images running
through my mind of Dale carrying out this very scenario was too much. ‘I’m so
close.’

‘So close your eyes, I can multitask, though my
fingers are in desperate need of warming up,’ he whispered, as he suddenly
pushed three of them inside me, pumping me, moisture seeping from me on each
withdrawal, my muscles tightening around them on each determined entry.

‘Holy shit,’ I moaned. The excitement of being on
the bike and being finger fucked at the same time was just too much. I felt
myself tightening around his fingers as I squealed with delight, the wind whipping
my breasts turning the painful chill into high voltage shocks of pleasure that
ripped through me and heated me from the inside out. ‘Logan … Logan …
Logan!
’

‘Come for me Eve, come now because I need you gushing
like a geyser so my huge cock can fuck that tight little cunt of yours.’

‘O … shit,’ I screamed. The thought alone was enough
to send me over the edge and my fingers gripped the handle bars so tightly as I
quaked. I’d never had an orgasm like it, I doubted I ever would again. I closed
my eyes and slumped back against Logan’s firm chest as he looked over my
shoulder and guided the bike off the runway and back onto the country lane. I
sincerely hoped no farmers were out on their tractors at this time, as they
were in for a bit of a shock to see me literally flashing past.

Logan

Riding fast like that always got the blood pumping,
which inevitably meant it flowed straight to my cock, making me rigid. My
original plan had been a good one, fuck Summer out of my system. I needed to
forget being sentimental about our time together, it seemed she had. I headed
for the nearest farm, having paid the owner to look the other way while I
borrowed his hay barn for a while. I pulled in through the open wooden doors
and cut the engine.

‘All right, sweetheart?’ I enquired. Sex was sex,
I could do that without emotions being involved, pet names were different.
“Baby” reminded me of Summer and Lucy, my ex of nearly five years ago. “Angel”
was
Summer. Sweetheart would have to be my new go to phrase.

‘Yes,’ she sighed contentedly. ‘That was …
incredible.’

‘I told you that I’d need to run some diagnostic
tests,’ I advised, as I cut the engine and kicked down the bike stand. I
removed my helmet as I got off the bike and headed over to pull the barn doors
shut behind me and stripped off my jacket, placing both items on a bale of hay.
It wasn’t exactly warm in here, but what I had planned would soon raise the
temperature. I was pumped up from the ride and angry that my thoughts were
constantly invaded by that damn woman. A rough fuck would soon relieve some
tension. Eve was still sitting on the bike and removed her helmet, before
climbing off. I grasped my cock as I looked at the open zips, exposing her body
to me, ripe for the taking. ‘Get rid of the helmet and your jacket,’ I ordered
as I strode back over.

‘But it’s cold and I’m …’ she gulped as she looked
down at herself.

‘Would it make you feel better if I were wearing
less too?’ I asked with a raised eyebrow. She bit her lip and nodded, so I
grabbed the edge of my t-shirt and hauled it up over my head, tossing it on the
floor. She gasped as her eyes roved wildly over my torso, taking in my
washboard abs, firm pecs and that wolf tattoo. She quickly dumped her helmet
and jacket and walked over to me. I grabbed her hair, forcing her face up to
mine and took her mouth possessively. Biting and sucking on her lower lip until
her fingers were raking my shoulders as she moaned into my mouth.

‘Fuck me, please fuck me,’ she begged.

‘You have work to do first,’ I advised with a grin
as I released her. ‘Look at the mess you’ve made of the seat.’ I flicked my
head to where evidence of her climax was all over the leather.

‘Shit, do you have any wipes or tissues?’

‘I told you that you were going to have to use
your tongue. Bend over, spread your legs and lap it up.’

‘Logan,’ she protested. I slowly pulled down my
zip, parted the denim and pulled out my pulsing erection, drawing my fist down
its length. She gulped as she looked at it wide eyed, then looked back up at
me.

‘If you want this inside you, you’ll do as you’re
told, sweetheart, or I’ll drop you back in the city right next to your broken
down car. Now bend over and clean your come off the seat.’ I fixed her with a
firm expectant stare. She placed her palms on the bike, bent over and spread
her legs, then hesitated. ‘Lick. It. Clean,’ I ordered.

‘Crap,’ she groaned, as she dragged her tongue
along the leather. I quickly rolled a condom down my shaft, moved behind her
and gripped her hips. Very slowly I rubbed the tip of my cock through her
folds. She lifted her head and raised her arse in the air, giving me better access.

‘How badly do you need to be fucked, Eve?’

‘So, so badly,’ she nodded, widening her stance as
my fingers dug in.

‘Did I give you permission to stop cleaning that
seat? Lick. Every last drop of your come, then I’ll fuck you.’ I continued to
tease her, by inserting my tip a fraction, then withdrawing and thrusting
between her lips, just nudging her clit long enough for her to writhe and moan.
Fuck, I seriously needed to offload, this tension that had my body wound up so
tightly was doing me no damn good at all. I listened to her tongue dragging
across the leather and kneaded the domes of her arse, covered in that sexy red
latex, wishing it was Summer’s full, ripe globes that I was digging my fingers
into now. She’d regret not taking me up on my offer, she’d never have sex as
good as me again. One day she’d come running back, when she realised what she’d
given up and I’d slam the bloody door in her face. I closed my eyes and started
to flex my hips faster, ploughing through Eve’s swollen folds, hearing her
whimpers of pleasure. Who the fuck was I kidding? If Summer came knocking on my
door, I’d probably drop to my knees and beg her to stay, or better still toss
her over my shoulder, shackle her to my cross, torture her by bringing her to
the brink of orgasm again and again, but denying her. Punish her for the pain
she’d put me through, make her realise I was everything she ever needed.

‘Logan,’ cried Eve and I blinked out of my
daydream and looked down to see she was flooding my cock with every pass. I
growled and dug my fingers into her hips as I rammed straight into her
clenching cunt, imaging it was Summer I had bent over this bike. Damn, that
made my cock even harder. I set up a punishing rhythm, Eve started screaming
and thrusting back against my hips as I ground into her, forcing her to take me
all the way down to my root, my balls slapping her clit on each inward slam.
Making love to Summer had been incredible, but this was what I really wanted,
to fuck her raw, to punish her, to make her feel my cock for a week every time
she sat down. To brand myself inside her. Most of all I wanted to fill her
sweet tender cunt with my come, watch it trickle out of her, mingling with her
sweet juices and then I’d lap it all up. Shit, the thought alone had me groan
and pick up force and speed.

‘Shit … O shit …
Logan,
’ cried Eve as she
clung to the bike, which was in danger of toppling over. A few more thrusts had
her scream almost lift the roof off as she came, but I wasn’t anywhere near
close. Hot as fucking her like this was, she wasn’t
her.
She didn’t feel
as tight, warm, snug and wet as my angel. No one ever had. No one ever would.
Christ I needed her so badly. I started grunting as I pulled Eve back against
me, again and again, slipping both hands around to grip and squeeze her breasts
tightly. ‘Harder.’

She really liked it rough, she said it was what
she wanted, but I was always cautious with clients, sometimes their version of
rough was a quarter of what I could offer. I pinched her nipples really
sharply, making her squeal and beg for more. There were even limits to how much
pain I’d inflict and I was in danger of bruising her if I carried on. I pulled
a sachet of lube from my back pocket and tore it open with my teeth, trickling
some down her crack which had her moan even louder. I used my fingers to prime
her butt, stretching her for me, then withdrew and coated my rubber clad cock
with the rest as she clung to the bike panting.

‘Straddle it and lean forward gripping the handle
bars,’ I barked. She quickly did as she was told, her face completely flushed,
her nipples as pointed as chunks of Toblerone. O yeah, Logan Steele still had
it, Summer Beresford didn’t know what she was missing out on, turning me down.
I quickly straddled the bike behind Eve and guided my cock to her quivering
butt hole. ‘Hold on tight sweetheart, if you thought you’d already had a fast
ride, you ain’t seen nothing yet,’ I advised as I slammed into her rear,
forcing her up onto her tiptoes as a squeal of pleasure screeched from her lungs.
I leaned over her, covering her hands with my own as I gripped hard and thrust
repeatedly into her. This was so much tighter than her cunt, at last I started
to feel something. I bit the back of her neck again and again as I imagined it
was Summer’s virginal arse I was taking so roughly, feeling it milking my cock
so hard on every inward thrust. I started to pant, a sheen of sweat covering my
body as Eve started to sob, her climax approaching. I pictured Summer’s flushed
cheeks as she’d looked up at me last time, with tears of pleasure in her eyes
as we’d come together. Those beautiful expressive blue eyes and suddenly I lost
it. I’d been so close to release and now nothing, Eve detonated below me,
trembling and quaking and I knew she couldn’t take another hard orgasm like
that as she gasped in breaths of air between sobs of pleasure. I’d only ever
faked coming once in my life, with the vile Camilla Domville, otherwise I’d
never failed to get off, but my climax that had been so close was now a million
miles away. Summer damn Beresford was fucking ruining me. As if it wasn’t bad
enough she was constantly in my thoughts, taking over my personal life, now she
was affecting my job performance too? I rammed into Eve one last time and let
out a series of groans and expletives. My second ever fauxgasm. And I sincerely
hoped my last. All that damn work for no reward? If you didn’t count the large
sum of money I’d earned for the night that was.