Hell's Knights
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“Fuck,” I hear him mutter, before starting up the bike.
I smile into his back knowing how easily I affect him. I also know how much he affects me. When he speeds off onto the street, I tremble with excitement and pure happiness. I’ll never get over the way this bike makes me feel, the way my heart thuds, the way my body becomes relaxed and full of joy, the way I feel so completely at ease. When we hit the highway, I swallow down the anxious feeling that creeps into my chest. I want Cade, and after today, I want him to know it. I know I really shouldn’t be getting involved with anyone, but from what I see of Cade, he’s only up for a bit of fun. I could use a bit of fun right now. I haven’t been with another man since…well…Billy. He was one of the only men I let come near me, that I actually enjoyed being around.
I feel Cade’s stiff body, and I know he’s feeling the same sexual tension I am. I reach further around him, wondering if what I’m about to do is going to shock him into a crash? Surely not. I slide my fingers down his hard, firm chest until I reach the top of his jeans. I grip them, gently undoing the button. He stiffens even more, but he doesn’t move to stop me. I unzip him, and then I slip my hand inside. He jerks when I find his erect cock and wrap my fingers around it. Cade is thick, long and pierced. He has the kind of cock that makes women beg for more, slightly titled up, thick head, and those silver barbells in the perfect locations. I squeeze him and feel him pulse beneath my palm.
I clench my legs around his thighs as my pussy aches, begging for attention. I begin a gentle stroking and I hear Cade’s grunt. He lets one hand off the handle bars, and he grips my hand, stopping me. He jerks my fingers from his cock and pulls my hands out of his jeans. I feel my heart plummet to my belly. He doesn’t want me? Had I been reading this all wrong? God, I’m such a fool. Cade stays on the highway a moment longer, then suddenly he’s turning off. I see a long, gravel road and at the end, is a large, white home. He speeds down the road, and skids to a stop outside the house. He turns the bike off, and gets off quickly and angrily. I let him go, not moving, not daring to remove my helmet. He tears his helmet from his head and hurls it across the dirt, then he grips mine, repeating the process.
Holy shit. Cade is gorgeous when he’s aroused and angry. Part of me doesn’t quite understand his anger, perhaps it’s because he know this isn’t really the right thing for us to be doing, and he’s been trying to fight it? He stalks towards me, his body wound up, his eyes flaring with lust. He reaches me, grips my hips and lifts, spinning me around so my back is against the handle bars. He steps over the bike, facing me, takes my shoulders and pulls me close. His eyes hold mine, so intense, so green, so full of sex and desire. He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, and then he brings his mouth down over mine. Electric bolts shoot through me as his mouth moves angrily against mine. When his tongue slides out, I accept it, full and deep. One of his hands grips my hip, and the other he uses to cup my pussy through my jeans.
I groan into his mouth when he tilts his hand, rubbing in that perfect way. My body begs for attention as he tears his mouth from mine and slides his lips down my neck. I forget everything in this moment. I forget that we’re on a bike, in front of some house I don’t know. I forget that I shouldn’t be doing this. I forget about my past, and my mother. I just exist in this moment with Cade, and I want it more than I want to breathe. I tangle my fingers into his hair, jerking his head back so I can capture his mouth again. He tastes divine, his tongue so soft, his lips so full. That little lip ring tickles my lips in the most impeccable way. He grips my jeans and unbuttons them; I jerk and tear my lips from his.
“Here?” I rasp.
“Here. Now. I need to fuck you. I need my cock deep inside you. So fuckin’ gorgeous, so fuckin’ edible.”
He makes short work of my shoes first, then he pulls at my jeans, and drags them down my legs. I shift my backside, lifting my legs, so he can remove them completely. Cade makes a strangled sound and returns my legs so they’re back either side of his bike. He pushes my chest gently, and I rest my back against the handle bars. He grips each of my ankles, lifting them to rest on the pegs, then he grips my knees and spreads them wide. I whimper when his eyes set on my exposed pussy. The hiss that escapes his lips tells me that he likes what he’s seeing. He stretches his hand out, sliding a finger through the arousal coating my slick sex, and then he slips it into his mouth. I make a whining sound watching him lick my arousal off his finger.
“Fuckin’ beautiful, sugar,” he rasps.
“God, more,” I beg.
“Goin’ to fuckin’ eat that gorgeous little cunt, you ready, baby?”
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
He grips my hips, titling them up and then he leans down. As his tongue slides through my heat, I cry out, thrusting up to meet the next delectable lick. He growls against my skin, and then clamps his teeth over my swollen clit, gently rolling it between them while his tongue flickers the end. I’ve never had something so fucking amazing in my life. I scream out as pleasure builds at a rapid pace. Holy shit, I’ve never needed to come so hard in my life. I feel his finger slide inside me, and tilt at that perfect angle. I lose it. The first burst of my orgasm is intense. I lose all ability to contain my screams. I thrash my head from side to side, crying out his name. He licks and sucks every last shudder from my body, before lifting his head and letting his tongue slide out across his lips, licking my arousal off.
I smile into his back knowing how easily I affect him. I also know how much he affects me. When he speeds off onto the street, I tremble with excitement and pure happiness. I’ll never get over the way this bike makes me feel, the way my heart thuds, the way my body becomes relaxed and full of joy, the way I feel so completely at ease. When we hit the highway, I swallow down the anxious feeling that creeps into my chest. I want Cade, and after today, I want him to know it. I know I really shouldn’t be getting involved with anyone, but from what I see of Cade, he’s only up for a bit of fun. I could use a bit of fun right now. I haven’t been with another man since…well…Billy. He was one of the only men I let come near me, that I actually enjoyed being around.
I feel Cade’s stiff body, and I know he’s feeling the same sexual tension I am. I reach further around him, wondering if what I’m about to do is going to shock him into a crash? Surely not. I slide my fingers down his hard, firm chest until I reach the top of his jeans. I grip them, gently undoing the button. He stiffens even more, but he doesn’t move to stop me. I unzip him, and then I slip my hand inside. He jerks when I find his erect cock and wrap my fingers around it. Cade is thick, long and pierced. He has the kind of cock that makes women beg for more, slightly titled up, thick head, and those silver barbells in the perfect locations. I squeeze him and feel him pulse beneath my palm.
I clench my legs around his thighs as my pussy aches, begging for attention. I begin a gentle stroking and I hear Cade’s grunt. He lets one hand off the handle bars, and he grips my hand, stopping me. He jerks my fingers from his cock and pulls my hands out of his jeans. I feel my heart plummet to my belly. He doesn’t want me? Had I been reading this all wrong? God, I’m such a fool. Cade stays on the highway a moment longer, then suddenly he’s turning off. I see a long, gravel road and at the end, is a large, white home. He speeds down the road, and skids to a stop outside the house. He turns the bike off, and gets off quickly and angrily. I let him go, not moving, not daring to remove my helmet. He tears his helmet from his head and hurls it across the dirt, then he grips mine, repeating the process.
Holy shit. Cade is gorgeous when he’s aroused and angry. Part of me doesn’t quite understand his anger, perhaps it’s because he know this isn’t really the right thing for us to be doing, and he’s been trying to fight it? He stalks towards me, his body wound up, his eyes flaring with lust. He reaches me, grips my hips and lifts, spinning me around so my back is against the handle bars. He steps over the bike, facing me, takes my shoulders and pulls me close. His eyes hold mine, so intense, so green, so full of sex and desire. He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, and then he brings his mouth down over mine. Electric bolts shoot through me as his mouth moves angrily against mine. When his tongue slides out, I accept it, full and deep. One of his hands grips my hip, and the other he uses to cup my pussy through my jeans.
I groan into his mouth when he tilts his hand, rubbing in that perfect way. My body begs for attention as he tears his mouth from mine and slides his lips down my neck. I forget everything in this moment. I forget that we’re on a bike, in front of some house I don’t know. I forget that I shouldn’t be doing this. I forget about my past, and my mother. I just exist in this moment with Cade, and I want it more than I want to breathe. I tangle my fingers into his hair, jerking his head back so I can capture his mouth again. He tastes divine, his tongue so soft, his lips so full. That little lip ring tickles my lips in the most impeccable way. He grips my jeans and unbuttons them; I jerk and tear my lips from his.
“Here?” I rasp.
“Here. Now. I need to fuck you. I need my cock deep inside you. So fuckin’ gorgeous, so fuckin’ edible.”
He makes short work of my shoes first, then he pulls at my jeans, and drags them down my legs. I shift my backside, lifting my legs, so he can remove them completely. Cade makes a strangled sound and returns my legs so they’re back either side of his bike. He pushes my chest gently, and I rest my back against the handle bars. He grips each of my ankles, lifting them to rest on the pegs, then he grips my knees and spreads them wide. I whimper when his eyes set on my exposed pussy. The hiss that escapes his lips tells me that he likes what he’s seeing. He stretches his hand out, sliding a finger through the arousal coating my slick sex, and then he slips it into his mouth. I make a whining sound watching him lick my arousal off his finger.
“Fuckin’ beautiful, sugar,” he rasps.
“God, more,” I beg.
“Goin’ to fuckin’ eat that gorgeous little cunt, you ready, baby?”
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
He grips my hips, titling them up and then he leans down. As his tongue slides through my heat, I cry out, thrusting up to meet the next delectable lick. He growls against my skin, and then clamps his teeth over my swollen clit, gently rolling it between them while his tongue flickers the end. I’ve never had something so fucking amazing in my life. I scream out as pleasure builds at a rapid pace. Holy shit, I’ve never needed to come so hard in my life. I feel his finger slide inside me, and tilt at that perfect angle. I lose it. The first burst of my orgasm is intense. I lose all ability to contain my screams. I thrash my head from side to side, crying out his name. He licks and sucks every last shudder from my body, before lifting his head and letting his tongue slide out across his lips, licking my arousal off.
