Bikers Don't Ask Twice:: (Outlaw MC Erotica) (4 page)

"It's not me... It's him. There's no damn way he’ll let you go."
 

Suddenly I realised that Brad wasn't the leader, I had been mistaken thinking that. The other guy called the shots here. He was the dangerous one. Brad was tough, but his friend was tougher.
 

I searched my brain for a solution. There was no way I could untie myself and even if I somehow got out of here  Brad had a motorbike, so he'd catch me within minutes. There had to be something else I could do. I looked at Brad. He was a man, and there were some things men liked more than money. Something I could give to him. Something that it wouldn't be so bad to give, heck I would probably enjoy it. I wondered if my body could get me out of here.

“Can you at least untie my hands?” I said. “It’s not like I’m going anywhere; you’ve got my feet tied.”

He paused and thought about it. I flashed him a sweet smile and bit my lip in what I hoped was a coy manner. It had the desired effect, because soon he stood in front of me and started to cut at the rope that tied my wrists. He sawed through it with a penknife, and as he put in more effort his groin got nearer to my face. Soon I heard a snap as Brad’s knife slid through the rope and the material fell to the floor.

My hands free at last, I stretched out my fingertips. My wrists ached from where the restraints had dug in to them, and my arms felt heavy from being in the same position for hours. Brad took a step back and I know I had to take my chance now or he’d move too far away.

I leant forward at the waist and with my left hand I took hold of his belt. I shot a quick glance at him and there was a millisecond of shock in his face and a little bit of fear as the suddenness of my movements caught him by surprise. Before he could react I brought my right hand up to the front of his pants and rubbed at his bulge. His face changed now as he realised what was happening. A smile and an excitement settled in place of the surprise, and he seemed to relax as though he wanted to see where this was going.

As I massaged the bulge in his pants I felt unsure of myself. I didn’t know if I was doing it right, because I’d never been so forward with a guy before. Brad was a biker and he’d probably had hundreds of girls, and most of them would be a lot filthier than me. I didn’t need to worry though because I soon felt his cock getting harder against my hand.

Brad stroked my hair and my face as I reached for the zip on his pants. I pulled it down slowly, teasing out the seconds and enjoying the anticipation as I waited to see his dick and feel how erect it was for me. I pulled the zip to the bottom and peeled back his pants. He wore tight waist-hugging boxers, and when I reached round and put my hands on his muscular ass I could feel that it sat tight against the material.

I looked up at Brad. He was staring at me eagerly, willing me to go on. I pulled down his boxers and his cock sprang out, stiff and held up by the force of his erection. As I leant forward to take it in my mouth I looked at Brad again and saw his eyes go wide, and then he sighed as I wrapped my tongue around his shaft and took all his dick in and ran my mouth and down along it. At first I went slowly, teasing my way along the length of his prick. Then as I felt his hand grip my head tightly I went faster.

Brad was the one who broke free first. He took off his biker jacket and threw it across the room. He wore a short sleeve black t-shirt, but this was soon removed and he stood naked down to the waist, his pants and boxers halfway down his thighs and his dick big and tense.

“You’re going to have to cut my legs free if you want more.” I said.

He bent down and started to cut at the rope. Ten minutes ago my plan would have been to kick him in the face as soon as my legs were free and then run out of the room. Now all I could think of was getting his dick inside me.

He cut the last of the rope. I got straight to my feet. My body felt hot and my breath came out quickly. Brad’s eyes were wild with excitement now. His hands tore at my top and soon it was off and over my head. He unhooked my bra with the expertise of a man who had done it a thousand times before, and soon he had his hands all over my breasts, stroking and caressing them until I felt my nipples go hard at his touch.

He leant his head down and started to lick the nubs of my tits. I groped down for his cock, taking it in my hand and jerking it with a passionate frenzy. As my hand movements got quicker so did his tongue, and finally it was too much for me to handle because I was getting too hot and too wet. I unclipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Brad slipped his hand inside my panties and felt my slickness, his fingers teasing around my clit, and I arched my back as I felt them enter me.

Brad pulled away and took my hand. He took me over to the couch and pushed me onto it so that my breasts sunk into the fabric. I felt him rip my panties roughly down my legs and I stepped forward and let them drop onto the floor. I guided a teasing finger of my own up to my slit and felt how wet I was. Nobody had ever done this to me before.

Brad stood behind me and I could feel his dick as he guided it into me. I let out a gasp as he filled me and all of a sudden we were one body. His dick moved slowly inside of me and I could feel a fluttering feeling begin in my clit and then start to reverberate and spread throughout my body. Brad’s thrusts sped up and the fluttering turned into a tremble, and as I felt his dick move inside me I thought my legs were going to collapse underneath. I closed my eyes and my head became a fog. All I could think about was the intense pleasure and the way his dick felt.

It built up until I could hear screaming, and I soon realised that the screaming was coming from my own mouth. Brad groaned behind me and he kept thrusting inside, my slickness gushing around his cock. The trembling feeling shook my whole body and I knew was coming. I let out a loud scream and reached behind and grabbed Brad’s legs, the feeling hitting a peak as he pushed himself as far into me as he could go. When he reached the point deepest inside of me I felt him tense up, and there was the warm feeling of his come flooding me as his body shook with an intense orgasm, and mine shook with it.

He stayed inside of me as we both felt the after-tremors of orgasm. He leaned in close so that his sweat-covered chest lay against my back, and he nibbled on my ear as we both rocked our bodies against each other.
 

The room was quiet except for the panting sounds we made while we both caught our breath. I could still feel a faint glow burning through me, and I had a sense of wholeness and fulfilment that I'd never felt before in my life. We were both lying on the settee now, and brad had his arms around me.
 

I thought about what we'd just done and I guessed the natural thing would be to feel bad about it, ashamed even. I'd used my body to get something I wanted. I hadn't done it for love or romance or any of those things that were supposedly sacred to most people. Yet I couldn't help have a big smile on my face.
 

"What are you thinking?" said Brad.
 

I reached up and stroked his face. He moved his mouth toward my finger and started to suck, and the sensation sent a little jolt that started at my toes and carried on moving through my body.
 

"I was wondering if you're going to let me go," I said.
 

He took my finger out of his mouth, then leant forward and kissed the top of my head. He gave me a gentle shove, then stood up and started to get dressed. In a minute he was back in his biker gear, and I realised how good the black leather looked on him and how much I enjoyed seeing it.
 

"I don't know if I can let you go," he said.
 

"If it's your friend your worried about, just say I got loose and escaped."
 

Brad laughed. "Yeah, that's likely. That a girl like you could over power me."
 

"I don't know, there was a second back there were I had you completely at my mercy."
 

Brad sat down next to me. He took my head in his hands and pulled me close to him until our lips touched, then he have me a long, desperate kiss.
 

"That's why I don't think I can let you go. I need to see you again."
 

I thought about it. There was no doubt at all that I would do this again with him. Hell, I felt like I could do it again right that minute. I couldn’t help wondering that if it was so fantastic the first time we slept together, imagine how much better we could get?
 

"We can still see each other if I go." I said.
 

He shook his head. "Not out there we can't. You're the Governor’s daughter and I'm a biker. Imagine the gossip."
 

"Nobody would ever have to know."
 

I didn't really believe what I was saying. With my dad being the Governor, there was always a local newspaper asking me for quotes on a latest policy of his. I was too much in the public eye, and if I started hanging round with a leather-wearing, motorbike-riding tough guy, it would cause all kinds of trouble to dad’s career.
 

But then, did I actually care? He hadn't given a shit about me when he refused to cough up for my ransom. His stupid principles and life lessons were more important to him than his own daughter. I was a grown woman. I could make whatever bad decisions I wanted. I looked at Brad and made a decision right there and then.
 

"You know what," I said, "I think I'll stay for a while. I kinda like it here. I like the company."
 

Brad broke out into a big smile. I got the impression I’d just made one of the biggest decisions of my life. Whether it was good or bad, I didn't know, but it felt dangerous. That was enough for me.