Biker Beach 1: Forbidden Ride (3 page)

BOOK: Biker Beach 1: Forbidden Ride
3.75Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub

I have to admit there was a part of me that regretted having to do that, even though there was a larger part of me that was relieved and figured I’d made the right choice. Better not to get involved with that type, no matter how sexy he was.

Still, thinking about him, thinking about the kind of ride that I’d like to take with him, was more than enough to get me through the rest of my shift. I was still thinking of him and how nice it would be to see what those muscles looked like underneath that tight t-shirt well after the bikes had stopped their rumbling and it sounded like the bikers finally gave it up for the night.

Chapter 2: Forbidden Ride


Mr. Reynolds didn’t cut us loose until well after dark. By that time the families had returned, and then the families were slowly replaced by teenagers and college kids around my age who descended on the boardwalk in the evening to have a little fun. Thankfully the Freeze Hut didn’t stay open into the morning like some of the businesses. When it got late the boardwalk was populated by belligerent drunks. Honestly I’d rather take the bikers than the drunks any day of the week.

“So we’re hitting the beach tomorrow?” Madison asked.

I shrugged. “Sounds fine with me.”

“Yeah, I’m in,” Courtney said.

“You coming?” Madison asked.

Madison was holding the door open, but I was preoccupied with catching up on all the messages I’d missed while I was at work. Mr. Reynolds wasn’t big on us having cell phones out while we were slinging ice cream which was one of the few annoying boss habits he had. I waved Madison on and she must’ve left because the door bumped against my shoulder. I heard her car start up and pull out of the parking lot, Courtney usually rode with her, and I figured I should start for my car too.

I was so thoroughly distracted that I jumped when the air was suddenly filled with a loud rumble and a bright light cast across the parking lot.

I looked over to the other side of the lot and I saw a shadowy figure sitting there on a bike. At first a bolt of fear ran through me and I worried that it might be that older asshole who caused trouble at the shop earlier, but as I looked closer I saw broader shoulders. The outlines of a handsome face in the darkness.

No, that wasn’t the older asshole biker. That was Reno. The fear coursing through my body was still there, just different. I found myself blushing again, my breathing picking up and fire coursing through my body.

I don’t know why I did it, but I was walking over to him. I barely knew this guy, and yet there was something about him that drew me to him. Something about him that made me want to be near him. I knew he wasn’t the type I should be interested in. I knew my dad would kill me if he saw me with a biker. And yet I didn’t care. I kept walking.

What was wrong with me? What the hell was this spell I was under?

I reached his bike, purring quietly under the trees designed to break up the line of sight between the beach and the road on the other side of the boardwalk.

He looked up at me and smiled. I melted.

“You know, you could go for a ride with me. Forget the phone number,” he said.

I glanced at the Freeze Hut, back to Reno, and then to my car. It was odd how the normal reminders of my everyday life were sitting here right in front of me, reminders of the life I was supposed to be leading, and yet what I wanted more than anything was to hop on the back of his bike and ride off with him. Ride off with a man I barely knew!

He was temptation in a tight fitting t-shirt and it was driving me wild. The feelings were new, they were unknown, more than a little scary and like nothing I’d ever felt before.

I loved it.

But no. I really didn’t know him. I really didn’t know enough about him. He seemed nice enough, but going for a ride on his motorcycle was too risky. Too daring.

I glanced down at the bike and licked my lips.

“You like what you see?” he asked.

Oh God did I like what I saw. The bike, the boy sitting on top of it. It was all so sexy. So delicious. The purr of the motor. The cocky smile on his face as he casually leaned over the bike and stared at me with a hunger he wasn’t even bothering to conceal.

“C’mere,” he said. “You’ll like it even better up close.”

I don’t know what I was thinking. I probably wasn’t thinking. The only thing that ran through my mind was how dangerous he looked sitting astride that motorcycle. How sexy he looked straddling that bike in his tight t-shirt that showed off his ripped muscles and his even tighter jeans that showed off... Oh my God!

My eyes widened as I saw just what he was packing in his jeans, as my body caught fire. As I thought of how incredibly hot this entire situation was standing in my work parking lot with a biker on his bike in front of me inviting me to go for a ride.

I wasn’t thinking. I was feeling. I wasn’t in control of my actions. I just had to be close to him. I felt lightheaded. I felt like doing something potentially fun but incredibly stupid.

He took my hand and a spark danced up my arm straight to my heart. He pulled me towards him and that spark danced down to my stomach where it set the butterflies already out in full force there fluttering, and then the spark moved lower to where it set my body on fire and made me not care one bit how wrong this was.

Heck, knowing how wrong, how dangerous this was might’ve been part of what was setting my body aflame in the first place.

So it was with a spirit of not thinking, not believing what I was doing, of just going where my feelings took me, that I found myself throwing my legs over Reno and sitting in his lap with his motorcycle purring underneath me.

Oh my God.

Straddling Reno on his bike would’ve been a hot enough experience, but as soon as I sat down on him I could immediately tell he was very happy to see me. His hard cock pressed up against me, and I couldn’t help but grind myself against him as he looked up at me in wide-eyed surprise and let out a quiet groan.

He wasn’t the only one who was feeling a little bit of wide-eyed surprise, but his reaction made me giggle. It was so ego stroking seeing him act that way and all I had to do was sit on his lap. It made me wonder what other fun reactions I could get out of this mysterious, insistent, and oh-so-sexy biker stud.

Of course if that reaction was part of the fun, if it was driving me crazy feeling his cock pressing against me, well that was nothing compared to the singularly delightful experience of feeling the vibration from the motorcycle pressing up through his body against me. Sure I had a plastic pal of my own that I brought out from time to time, but that was like a kid’s toy compared to the powerful vibration of the motorcycle motor purring underneath me. Suddenly I was starting to understand why girls seemed so happy when they were riding behind a guy.

“Oh my God that feels great!”

He grinned. “Glad that I’m getting such a strong endorsement.”

I decided not to tell him I was talking about the feeling of that motorcycle motor vibrating up through his body and causing that incredible sensation between my legs.

Besides, he felt nice too.

I decided to do something silly. Something completely impulsive. Something absolutely crazy, especially considering it would only take somebody from the late crew opening the door to the back of the Freeze Hut and seeing what I was doing with this delicious biker and suddenly my dad would know everything and I’d be grounded for the rest of the summer.

But I didn’t care. I was a woman possessed. I had to have this. Had to have him. He was my whole world in this moment.

So I leaned down and planted my lips firmly on his. His eyes widened in surprise, and then his strong arms wrapped around me. It was so incredibly intimate and I didn’t even know him beyond knowing I wanted him. Needed him.

He pulled me against him and I sank into the kiss, enjoying the sensation of his body against mine, of that vibration, the rough feel of his lips pressing against mine. His mouth opened and I allowed my own to open and then our tongues were dancing with one another.

I felt lightheaded. I felt incredible. Stars danced in front of my eyes and I felt darkness around the edge of my vision as the experience of kissing him, of pressing my body against him, his hardness pressing against me sending sparks dancing through my body, feeling his motorcycle underneath me, combined to give me one of the most intense physical and emotional experiences of my life.

In short, making out with Reno on his motorcycle for a few minutes was more intense and more delightful than every other experience I’d had with a guy up to this point in my life. Combined.

I couldn’t help myself. I moaned into his mouth and he grew even more insistent with his hands moving along my body. His cock pressed up against me and I pressed down. The feeling was so incredible. The vibration was so intense. With a start I realized that I was on the edge of something amazing.

It hit me before I could warn Reno, before I could tell this mysterious ripped and dangerous biker exactly what he was doing to me.

Only I was sure he knew exactly what he was doing to me from the way he continued pressing his cock against me. From the way his hands moved down to cup my deliciously curved ass and pull me against him. Against his manhood.

I was letting out a continual series of soft gasps and moans into his mouth as the intense feelings exploded into fireworks across my body. I was the sensation in my mouth where we came together. I was the sensation along my front where I pressed against his deliciously muscled chest. I was the spot where he got bold and moved a hand inside my shirt and up to press against my massive tits, not even feeling a moment of insecurity as his hand ran along my curves moving the material of my bra aside and then he was grasping at me and it was all I could do not to scream out in pleasure alerting anyone who might have been nearby as to exactly what was going on. I was the intense feeling between my legs, the explosion that was more incredible, more fulfilling than anything I’d ever experienced before.

Reno grunted and then his hands were digging into my ass as he pressed his cock up one last time and held himself there. Even through my jeans and his I could feel his massive cock twitching against me. Could feel him blowing his load against me as his heavy gasping breaths echoed through my head.

My breath came in ragged gasps and I had to pull away from the kiss, had to squeeze my eyes shut as I held onto his shoulders to keep a tenuous grip on reality. As my hands raked his broad shoulders, my knuckles white with the intensity of my grip.

The intensity faded, but there was still a delightful glow passing through my body. A warmth far hotter than any fever I’d ever felt before. I fought to regain control of my breath, fought to regain control of my senses.

Finally I got brave enough to open my eyes and look at him. At this gorgeous strange man who made me feel so incredible. He grinned as he released his hold on his ass, as he pulled back from me just a little.

“Have fun?” he asked.

“You’re goddamn right I did,” I said. “You?”

He glanced down to his cock which I realized was still rock hard. And there wasn’t any indication of a stain spreading across the front of his jeans like I figured there’d be if he’d just blown his load.

“I have a little problem I need you to take care of Kylie,” he said.

I licked my lips. “You didn’t?”

“Oh I was close, but I can think of a hell of a lot more interesting ways for you to finish me off than dry humping.”

I had a feeling I knew exactly what he meant by “interesting ways,” but I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.

“Come here Kylie.”

I stepped forward. I was hypnotized. I was still possessed. I was under the spell of this gorgeous musclebound creature that was devouring my curvy body with his every look. Before I realized what was happening I was kneeling in front of him as he threw a leg over his bike.

I looked up at him, locked eyes with him, licked my lips again. I reached up and pulled down on the zipper, pausing for a quick glance back at the Freeze Hut. It was late and it wasn’t likely that somebody would see us. Would see what I was doing. There was always the risk though.

I was surprised to realize that the risk of getting caught was turning me on almost as much as kneeling down in front of this gorgeous man, undoing the snap on his jeans and unzipping his fly. Pulling his cock out and oh my dear Lord was that thing every bit as big as I’d imagined from the outline I saw in his jeans, from what I felt pressing against my pussy a moment ago.

His bike continued to purr, the intoxicating smell of the bike mixing with the intoxicating smell of this delicious biker sitting in front of me. I moved my hand up and down and he gasped. I did it again with a smile on my face. He pressed his cock forward towards my face leaving no doubt in my mind as to exactly what he was hoping for, but I pulled away and raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m so fucking close Kylie,” he said. “Fuck you’re so goddamn hot.”

How could I deny him when he was saying those nice things? I leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock. He groaned and I felt the twitching start from the base of his cock once more. Only this time it looked like he wasn’t holding it in.

I’d never done anything like this before, but I wanted to now. I wanted him to blow his load all over me. I wanted this biker stud to claim me and mark me as his territory. I wanted to give myself over to him like the wanton slut I was kneeling in front of a biker I barely knew letting him feel me up and licking his cock in public where anybody could walk by and see us.

His cock twitched again and it exploded. A string of his cum shot out and landed on my hair. Another hit my shirt. The rest landed on my face and I let him finish by running my tongue around the head of his cock one last time. He groaned as I did so and I closed my eyes and moaned as well as I enjoyed the salty taste of his cock on my tongue.

BOOK: Biker Beach 1: Forbidden Ride
3.75Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub

Other books

Terran (Breeder) by Cara Bristol
Our a Cappella by Yessi Smith
Gatewright by Blaisus, J. M.
Parrot Blues by Judith Van Gieson
The Good Sister by Drusilla Campbell
La hora del ángel by Anne Rice
Mangrove Bayou by Stephen Morrill
Legacy of Secrets by Elizabeth Adler
The Wedding by Dorothy West