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I crouch down next to my bike to check out my intake and to finish fixing my carburetor. I love working on my girl, it’s so relaxing. Nine times out of ten, a little grease and time to think will solve almost anything. If not, then drink a cold one and move on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two hours later…

 

My phone vibrates in my pocket. I check it and there’s some random number calling me from out of state. I hit the silence button and head to my room to clean up. I’ve got grease on my hands, arms and shirt. I reach to turn the doorknob and hear music. What the hell? I lean in, yep that’s music coming from my room. I grab one of my pieces out of my holster and silently turn the door knob. I slide the door open a crack to peak in. I gaze around the best I can without sticking my head completely inside. The radio is definitely on, but there’s no one in my room. I tuck my Glock back in my holster and walk into my room. I close the door and turn the lock. There’s a small noise and I swing around quickly trying to get the drop on whomever first. I scan the room—bed with navy blue comforter and light blue pillows, night stand with my bottle water, alarm clock and Harley magazine, dresser that has my loose change lying in a pile and my radio that is currently on, all the normal shit. Well, normal minus the radio playing ‘Dead and Bloated’ by Stone Temple Pilots.

I keep everything really tidy. I don’t like clutter. Clutter holds you down and makes things messy. I’ve always lectured my sister, because she is the opposite. Seems like Sadie keeps everything she gets her little hands on. Her hands really are petite too, since she’s barely five feet tall. I love giving her shit and teasing her about having to climb on the counters to reach shit.

I hear another noise and glance up.
Fuck, it’s coming from the bathroom.
I catch the scent of flowery soap and realize the room is a little steamy. It was pretty warm outside today so I hadn’t paid any attention to the warmth in my room. Avery hasn’t been here in a while, so it didn’t even cross my mind about her bein’ in here. She is a damn radio hog too, I should have guessed it was her.

The door swings open the rest of the way and out steps Avery. Her skin is bare and glistens with the remaining water droplets she missed while drying off. Her russet colored hair is wrapped in a bright blue towel and she’s humming to herself. I take her in from top to bottom and it’s exhilarating seeing her so relaxed and vulnerable in front of me. Her pretty peach nipples are upturned toward the ceiling a little, thanks to her small, pert breasts that are summoning me. I swallow loudly.

This woman could have me completely if she really wanted to, yet she has no idea. She has no clue just what she does to me when we get these small visits with each other. I crave her scent, her taste, her sweet mouth.

I follow her delicate skin down over her stomach straight to her bare pussy. She spreads her legs a little and I can see the outline of her lips perfectly. I clear my throat and glance up at her. Her eyes are dilated and she looks like she’s ready to devour me. I make a ‘come here’ motion with my fingers and she walks toward me, stopping about a foot in front of me. She knows to do what is instructed when she’s in my room and she will enjoy every minute of it. I suck on my pointer finger, and then reach straight for her core. I run my finger softly over her swollen pussy lips until I get to her opening. I push my finger deep inside her. She leans forward to grasp onto my arms and she gasps, a small silent moan. I try to keep her quiet when we’re together because it always turns her on and makes her louder for me in the end. I feel her pussy contract and squeeze my finger inside her. She’s tight, so fucking tight. My hard cock throbs desperately, calling out to her clenched pussy. I run my nose softly along her neck and take a deep whiff of her sweet smelling skin.

“Ah, baby, you’ve been a good girl, hmmm?” I query and pump my finger inside her a few times. Each time I insert it, her cunt clenches tightly around it. Her cheeks and chest flush as she gets more excited. Her stomach muscles tense. “I can smell that tiny pussy getting turned on.”

“Ohhhh,” she moans quietly and I catch part of it with my lips.

I whisper against her mouth, “I’m hungry, Shorty, can I eat that pussy?”

“Fuck, yes, eat it.” Her irises glow like molten honey and she pants. “There hasn’t been anyone since you,” she groans while I push deep inside her, and she nibbles on her bottom lip. I use my thumb to pull her lip out and lean in to kiss her softly.

No one else since me? That’s been months, if that’s the case. I take her mouth and control the kiss. Not hard, but gently, rewarding her for this gift she’s giving me. She keeps up with my tongue, easily kissing me back from all the past practice we’ve had.

I pump my fingers in and out. Each little gasp and moan I catch in my mouth through her kiss. It’s such a fuckin’ turn on to know I’m the one doing this to her, making her feel this. I pull out and put two fingers inside her. I push in hard and she moans loudly. I feel her tight pussy squeeze me again. She needs to be fucked hard, as bad as I need to be the one fucking her. I kiss down her smooth neck and lightly bite the flesh. She yanks my hair roughly and it feels as if each strand might rip out if she pulls any harder. I slam my fingers into her again, hard. She detonates, squeezing and pulsing while whispering “2” over and over. She comes, her cunt flooding my fingers. I pull them out, rubbing her juices all over her tits and hard nipples. I lean in and lick her juices clean, blowing cool air on each pebbled nipple when I finish. She is so hot, and has me wound up like no other. Her breathing is quick and deep. She’s thoroughly turned on and ready for me to fuck her.

 

 

Avery

God, it feels so good having him this close to me. I don’t know what was going on earlier, but he must be over it. I lean forward and start to peel his cut off. I slide it down each arm then hand it to him when it’s off. I reach for his shirt and he backs up. Okay, what the fuck now. This should not be some issue. We’ve hooked up a few times in the past and he was never hesitant. I look at him with a mixture of curiosity and frustration. I may have just had a very satisfying orgasm, but I want the real thing now. He walks to the dresser and sets his cut on top of it.

“So we doing this or are we just going to hang out and play footsie?” I tap my left foot and raise an eyebrow.  He purses his lips and then nods.

“Yeah, Shorty, just be patient for a second.”

“Patient? Are you kidding, you were asking me to fuck in the parking lot earlier.” I roll my eyes, pouting a little.

“And you made me fuckin’ wait, so now your ass can chill the fuck out and wait a few.” He pulls his shirt over his head as he walks toward the door. His colorful tattoos stand out beautifully against his light tan skin. His muscled back and chest ripple with each step. Looks like he’s going somewhere, but who knows. I shoot daggers at him and huff. Oh, so he thinks he can just tell me what to do. I don’t think so. I dropped Cameron’s ass like a bad habit before, when he tried getting too bossy with me.

“Chill the fuck out?” I challenge through gritted teeth, about to spit nails,  if he doesn’t retract that rude ass statement he just made to me. I don’t care if I’m twenty questioning him or not. I will not tolerate a man speaking to me so disrespectfully. I don’t give a damn if he’s a biker or not. I stick my chest out and pull in my stomach. Propping a hand on my hip, I wait. If we are going to have it out right now over this, I’m at least going to look fucking amazeballs while I do it. He opens his door enough to stick his head through. “What the fuck! You’re leaving now? What are you doing?” He turns back to me and holds a finger up for me to hold on a second. I feel like going over there and bending it backwards. It’ll teach him to get snarky with me.

“Ares!” he yells out into the hallway. Seriously, this better be good. I’m staring at him for a few seconds before he finally backs away from the door a few steps. He turns toward me and Ares steps inside. Ares looks me up and down, his jaw muscles flexing from him clenching his teeth and he breathes out of his nose heavily. Shit, 2 was just saying he could smell me turned on. I wonder if that was true and that’s what Ares smells. Just great, kind of mortifying when I think about it.

“Dammit! I’m naked over here genius! Throw me your shirt or something.” I quickly cover myself as much as possible with both of my hands. It’s a lost cause; no matter where I have my hands, something is exposed. I’m not very shy, but this is a little awkward. Ares looks like a Gladiator standing in his jeans and nothing else. He must have been in his room. He has no shirt or socks on, just a pair of light, relaxed fit jeans that hug his hips. Ares is magnificent. His chest is broad with a few jagged scars decorating his ribs. I’m sure there are a few wild stories to go with them. I glance at 2 Piece and he has a cocky smirk on his face. I don’t know what that’s about, but he better hurry up with a shirt for me.

“Oh no, Shorty, you told me you wanted to do this. Let’s do this.” He spreads his hands wide  and motions with his hands like ‘bring it’. Freaking fuck head is crazy, stirring stuff up with Ares in here.

Ares eyebrows raise and he smiles delightedly at 2 Piece. Holy shit balls! He seems elated about this situation, while I’m just trying to get my head to stop spinning. He can’t be serious. I can’t believe this is happening. What exactly does he expect me to do here? I’m not feeling so pissed off now, as I’m feeling more intrigued. Certainly he doesn’t expect me to fuck him then fuck Ares too. I wonder if maybe Ares is just here to watch or something. I’m sure watching and stuff has to be a normal situation around a biker club.

“Get on the bed,” Ares barks and I think I squeak. I have to speak up before who knows what happens. I give Ares a crazy look and stare at 2 Piece, a little frightened. I know he would never hurt me but he has to tell me what’s going on here. I’m about two minutes from bolting. I will not be bossed around and used up like a club slut. Nothing against them or anything, it’s just not how I roll.

I would love to get with Ares in a hot minute, normally. However, I haven’t been able to really be with anyone besides 2 Piece. I know we are just a random hook up when we see each other, but I’ve started to develop more feelings for him. I wasn’t planning on it, but it just started to happen each time we would meet up. I find myself missing him more and more when we are apart. I know it’s too soon. I know I’m stupid to develop feelings for a biker. We are completely different. I live one way and he lives another. I go to college full-time so I can get a degree to be an accountant, while he rides his motorcycle, parties and sleeps with random women. I gulp in air and draw on some courage.

“I-I don’t think I can do this. I’m sorry,” I say and rush my way back into the bathroom. I turn and quickly close the door behind me, clicking the lock in place and slowly sliding down to lean against the door.

Scrubbing my hands through my damp hair, I scream inside my head. Was he going to give me to Ares instead? How could he just call him in there and not talk to me about it? Clearly I am not what he is used to. Did he think he could just get me all turned on, give me an orgasm then share me? How can he be so thoughtless? He obviously means more to me than I do to him. I know they pass club whores around, but I am not a fucking club whore. I can hear their voices through the door but can’t make out what their saying.
Quiet thoughts, dammit!
I shift so my ear’s pressed against the door. Maybe I can catch some of what they are saying. I can make out Ares better; his voice is deeper so it carries through the door.

“I don’t know, brother. You need to talk to her, she’s a skittish thing. Appreciate you callin’ me, wish she would reconsider.” I hear some mumbling after that. “Good luck, brother.” Then I make out the room door closing. 

“Fuck!” 2 Piece yells angrily and something slams against the wall. “So fucking stupid.” Slam. “Had to fucking fuck it up.” Slam. The door behind me rattles with the force of the bedroom door slamming shut. I exhale and the tears start.

I close my eyes tightly and rub furiously at my cheeks. I fucked it all up. He just said so. I didn’t even have him yet and I already lost him. ‘Please Don’t Judas Me’ by Nazareth comes on his radio a few minutes later, how freaking ironic. It just brings on the tears heavier with each word I relate to.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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