Riding in the Night (Live Free MC Erotica) (2 page)

I lightly kissed his head and licked down the
underside of his shaft. I put my mouth around it and swallowed as
much as I could. With my hand on the base of his cock I sucked him
and when I needed to breathe I licked and kissed the tip some more.
I licked down one side and back up the other. I flicked my tongue
where the head met the shaft and swallowed him again. Back and
forth I took him in and out of my mouth. I cupped his balls I
licked him with the tip of my tongue as my head moved up and
down.

He lifted me from the floor and bent me over
the couch. From behind he roughly spread my legs and shoved his
massive cock inside me.

“Tell me you love this. Tell me you like it
rough.”

I did whatever he told me. “I love your giant
cock. I love it rough.”

He pumped me and pulled my hair. He was
right. I was loving it rough and he knew how to use what he had. I
felt my throat and face turn red as my orgasm build. I looked down
and watched his monster, glistening from my juices, pound me over
and over again. Watching his cock fuck my pussy drove me wild and I
came hard. I moaned loudly and I felt his cock pulse as Bishop
came, dumping a hot load of jizz into my pussy.

In the afterglow of our union we laid there
in each other’s arms. “Tell me the truth. What happened between you
and those guys?”

He took a deep breath and was silent for long
I didn’t think he was actually going to tell me. Finally he said,
“Those guys are in the Eagles MC. Stands for Motorcycle Club.”

“Like a gang?”

“No, not like a gang. At least it wasn’t
until recently. I was their vice president. We looked out for the
community. We ran drugs and gambling, but we controlled it. We
didn’t let kids use, and we didn’t let the gamblers lose their
house. Illegal yes, but the way I saw it, those things were going
to be around anyway. Better to keep an eye on it. Then Taylor, the
president, wanted more. Old story I guess, but he wasn’t happy. He
saw that we could make more money if we lost our souls. He started
running the gambling, taking guys for thousands, more sometimes.
People lost their homes, families were torn apart. The worst was
when he started selling drugs in schools. He was getting students
hooked on speed when they needed to pull all nighters to
study.”

“So you left?”

“I tried to show them what they were doing is
wrong. I had two of the guys on my side, but Taylor wasn’t hearing
any of it. We fought, then he stripped me of my patch and cut. That
was it for me. I didn’t think there was anything left for me in
this town. I walked into your bar to have a drink as I was
leaving.”

I laid there taking it all in. Just being
around him was dangerous. “We can still leave. Where ever you were
heading we can still go.”

“What about your life here.”

“An empty apartment and working for drunks in
a dive?”

He held me closer and said, “We can go, but
there’s one thing I have to do first. There’s money in the
clubhouse. It’s my money and it was made legit. We can use it to
start a new life. And if we don’t want to start a new life there’s
enough to last while we tour the country as long as we budget
smart.”

“Is it safe?”

“I know the club’s schedule. Those guys are
going to be at our warehouse casino all night then head home to
sleep. If I go early in the morning there won’t be anyone around. I
can get in and out and we’ll be three states away before they
notice anything is missing.”

We fell asleep not long after and I dreamed
of motorcycles. I awoke to an empty bed and thought Bishop had
taken off, but he was in the kitchen. He made coffee so I poured
myself a cup.

“OK, it’s time. I’ll be back in less than an
hour.” He kissed me and walked to the door.

“Wait,” I said. He turned back to me. There
was something in his eyes. I couldn’t tell what it was but it made
me nervous.

“Don’t worry, Marie. I’ll be back before you
know.”

He left. I finished my coffee and got
dressed. I packed a bag and realized there was nothing else to
bring in my new life. The furniture came with the apartment. I
guess I already had the makings for a life on the road.

I waited for Bishop to come back. I waited an
hour. Then two. Then a day, but he never showed. I went crazy
thinking about him. At first I thought maybe he decided not to take
me along, but even in the short time we were together I knew him
well enough to know that wasn’t true.

If he didn’t leave me behind and he wasn’t
here that only meant one thing, he couldn’t come back. Either he
was held somewhere or he was dead. I got my answer a couple of days
later when the police showed up at my door. They had found a body
with my name and phone number written on a piece of paper. They
asked if I knew Gordon Summers, also known as Bishop. I told them I
knew a Bishop, but I didn’t know anyone named Gordon Summers.

They asked a few questions but it was clear
they didn’t think I was a suspect. They left saying I would get a
call when they knew something concrete but I never did.

I went a little off the rails after that. I
started hanging at biker bars, trying to recapture the excitement
of Bishop, but I failed every time. I became a fixture with some of
the local clubs, even learned to ride, but I never escaped the
memory of what we had.

***

I was sitting up in the bed, my arms around
my legs. “That’s my story. Now you know why I want to help keep
drugs out of our town. It meant so much to Bishop and it means a
lot to me.”

Rian was resting against some pillows. He put
out his cigarette and put his arms around me. “It means a lot to
the both of us. We’re going to finish this. That’s a promise.”

I leaned against him, hoping he was
right.

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