Authors: Sam Crescent
“What
do you mean?” she asked. The interest was there, and she’d begun to relax
against his hold.
“Why
live half a life when you can live a full one? Come back to my apartment with
me.” A niggle of guilt assailed him. Why was he picking up his friend’s sister?
Dan could have any woman he wanted. He didn’t need to pick on little Mandy.
Shaking his head to rid his mind of the thoughts plaguing him, he smiled and
drew her fingers to his lips. He ran his fingers along her knuckles and stared
into her eyes. She looked so beautiful as she bit her lip, debating his
proposal.
He
saw when she gave in. She glanced toward the bar and then the exits.
“Let’s
go,” she pulled on his hands as she stood.
His
night was looking up.
Chapter Two
Mandy
glanced over at Dan and couldn’t believe what she was doing. “You want me to
get on your bike?” Why had she agreed to spend the night with him? Agreed to do
something outrageous and completely out of character with a total stranger. She
wasn’t this woman.
Accepting
to go home with him was quite possibly the stupidest decision she’d ever made.
Why then, wasn’t she turning away and going back inside to call a cab?
Hormones.
That’s what it was. She finally wanted to live life to the fullest and
experience some heart-stoppingly hot sex while she was at it. A bad boy biker
should be able to meet all of her expectations.
She
hoped so. The only experience she’d gained while losing her virginity to Ned in
the back of his truck on prom night was quite a bit of pain, some panting, and
then it was over. Terrible on all points and even worse, Ned had thought he was
some rock star in bed. She’d told him to fuck off.
“Yes,
baby. Are you scared?”
Mandy
came out of her negative thoughts as Dan handed her a helmet.
“I
thought this was living dangerously?” She took the helmet and put it over her
head. She felt like the most unattractive female ever.
“We
can live dangerously but the point is in living through it.” He tapped her on
the head and pulled his own helmet on before straddling the heavy bike between
his impressive thighs. “Get on, gorgeous.”
Mandy
stared back at the bar and knew in her heart the moment she got on the bike,
she'd made the most reckless decision of her life. There would be no going
back, and her only option would be to move forward.
Closing
her eyes and sending a little prayer to whoever wanted to answer her, she
grabbed his shoulder and swung her leg round.
“You’ve
got to hold on to me,” he placed her hands around his middle and secured her.
Her pussy was pressed against his back and her skirt rode up, exposing a length
of thigh.
Her
heart was racing and her pussy creaming. Never in her life had she risked
anything quite so dangerous. Dan revved the bike, and she felt the vibration
through her body.
“Hold
on tight,” he warned and sped off.
She
couldn’t contain a squeal of excitement as the rush ran through her. Holding on
to him was easy. All she wanted to do was pull off her helmet and have the wind
blowing through her hair.
Laughing
and smiling, she embarked on the new adventure, feeling crazy at what she was
doing.
“Do
you like?” she heard him shout.
“Yes,”
she said with enough volume for him to hear.
The
feel of the wind against her face gave her a sense of freedom she hadn’t known
in a long time. Her legs were on either side of Dan, and she liked how powerful
he was. Strength seemed to radiate off him in waves, along her thighs and to
her pussy. The drive didn’t last as long as she wanted. Too soon, he was
pulling up at an apartment building just outside of town. Dan pulled into a
parking bay and shut off the engine.
“Time
to get off, gorgeous.”
Her
heart pounded as she thought about what could happen upstairs.
Mandy
pulled the helmet off, handed it to him, and climbed off the bike. Her legs
weren’t used to being in the same position for any length of time, and she
braced herself on the nearest post.
“You’ve
got to get used to the machine. Aren’t your legs used to being open?” he
teased.
She
shot him a glare, and he shut up. Mandy watched him settle the bike. The
muscles in his arms got bigger as he moved the bike without any trouble and put
it away. A length of his hair fell into his eyes, but he left it. She wanted to
reach out and push the strand of hair back. When he finished, he turned back to
her. He took her hand and led her to the nearest elevator.
In
no time at all, she was stood inside his apartment and the sound of his closing
and locking the door echoed off the walls. She rubbed her arms. What the hell
she was doing?
Mandy
glanced around his small apartment. Nothing striking stood out, and she was
shocked by how clean it was. The walls were a cream colour, which helped with
the lighting of the room. She saw the living area with a small sofa and a chair
in front of a large television.
“Welcome
to my place,” he said. Dan took off his jacket, and the muscles in his arms
bulged.
“It’s
a nice place.”
“Not
what you expected from a bad boy?” The deep sound of his voice sent shock waves
of pleasure to her pussy.
Mandy
stared at him.
“I
saw you talking to Bill the barman. He doesn’t like me all that much.”
“You
cause trouble,” she said.
“I
don’t go out looking for it. Trouble has a tendency to find me. Take off your
shirt.”
Had
she heard him properly? “What?”
“You
heard me. Take off your shirt,” he said as took a step closer to her.
“Here?”
“No
one else is in my apartment and if they are, they better get the fuck out now.
I want you out of your shirt.” He gave her a smile that had her heart pounding.
Mandy
couldn’t keep up with his attitude. Did other women just take their clothes off
and go at it with him like rabbits? She really was out of her depth.
“I
think I should go.”
“Do
you want to go?” he asked.
She
paused and thought about his question. Leaving would mean she wouldn’t be
acting impulsive. By not being impulsive, she wouldn’t be having sex and
tonight she wanted to have sex with Dan. For once, after five years with her
awful, fucked-up ex-boss—knowing tomorrow she’d have to start looking for
work—she wanted one night where she wasn’t Mandy Straus, the innocent good
girl. The doormat.
No,
tonight she wanted to fuck—not make love—with a stranger. Dan wouldn’t be in
her life forever. The night was about loveless sex. No one would know, and
tomorrow morning she could be out of there before he knew it.
“No.
I don’t want to go.”
“Take
your shirt off.” His gaze fell to her breasts, encouraging her.
Taking
a breath she began to unbutton her shirt. The conservative white blouse had
been perfect when she’d been at work, but now her fingers shook, and she
struggled to concentrate on the buttons.
“Let
me help.” Dan took hold of the opening and ripped the fabric apart. Buttons
flew in every direction. He yanked the last little bit off her arms.
“What
are you do—” She didn’t get to finish what she was about to say. He fisted her
hair, tilted her head back, and claimed her lips.
Mandy
fought for a second and then gasped as he moved his other hand down her body
and pressed against her mound through the loose skirt she wore.
Dan
took full advantage, plunging his tongue between her lips. She responded.
Pressing her body against his and moaning her surrender. She ignored the small
voice inside her head to run as far as she could from this dangerous man. For
once, she wanted to do something so outrageous. She wrapped her arms around his
neck and she held on as he took possession of her mouth and made it his.
“You
taste like vodka,” he whispered as he pulled away.
“Bill
won’t give me full shots.” Her speech sounded breathy and out of control.
“He
better not be charging you full price.”
“He
isn’t.”
“You’re
one sexy woman.” Dan pushed her skirt to the floor, “Anyone ever tell you
that?”
She
shook her head. Her boss didn’t count. He was a letch and married, the bastard.
“I’m
telling you now. You’re fucking hot.” Dan pulled his shirt off over his head
and dropped his jeans to the floor.
“Shouldn’t
we talk or something first?” she asked.
Holy
shit, he’s got an anaconda in his jeans. Fucking hell. Is it possible to be
that big without surgery?
Mandy
knew she was staring and watched as he fisted the large shaft. The tip
glistened in the light.
“I
take it you like what you see?”
“You’re
very big.”
He
chuckled and she was amazed with how at ease he was with his own body.
“Thank
you.” He walked toward her and she couldn’t help taking a step back. “So what
do you want to talk about? I don’t feel like talking, Mandy. I want to fuck
you.”
She
frowned. How did he know her name? She didn’t recall telling him.
This
is your last chance, Mandy. Get a grip and make a choice. Either get your
clothes on and walk out the door and never experience that cock inside you, or
grow a pair and follow him to the bedroom. Have a steamy night of sex and leave
feeling more like a woman than you ever have before. In the last hour alone,
he’s made you feel more like a woman with his demands than any other man
throughout the whole of your life.
Dan
held his hand out and slowly. Weighing up her options, she placed her hand
inside his.
Chapter Three
Dan
saw how skittish she was. He wasn’t surprised. Her family had been one strict
household in which to grow up. It’s why her brother loved causing trouble. For
a second, Dan wondered how she’d react if he pinned her against the wall and
drove into her pussy in his sitting room.
Seeing
how nervous she was, he settled on the bedroom. He’d take her against the wall
as soon as he got her to relax.
And
he knew the best way to get a woman to relax.
When
they entered his room, he removed her bra and watched her large breasts sigh in
relief. Her tits were full and would overspill his hands and the bra was too
tight to fit her full-figured curves. She shouldn’t be strapping them up so
snugly.
He
cupped their weight in his hands. Her large nipples were hard and erect
Dan
didn’t say a word. He had a feeling she’d run the moment he started talking.
He’d already fucked up in speaking her name.
Picking
her up, he enjoyed the feel of her as he held her to his body. He needed to cut
off his thoughts. This was supposed to be a one-night stand. She couldn’t
remember who he was.
He
placed her in the centre of his king-sized bed and climbed on next to her.
First he started at her lips. Kissing and sucking while his hands roamed her body.
Touching and testing to see where she loved being caressed. She cried out when
he touched her breasts and nibbled her neck. Slowly, making her enjoy every
second, he moved down her body. He laid a kiss onto each of her tits and sucked
her tight little nubs into his mouth before moving down. She had a
tantalisingly fleshy waist and full hips.
He
gripped her hips and felt the strength in her body. Some men preferred women
who were skin and bones. He hated them. A full woman with big hips, huge tits,
and the ability to love got him every time.
Dan
stripped the panties from her body. Mandy was so responsive. Did she know who
he was yet? It had been a while since he’d last seen her, but he’d never forget
the colour of her intensely dark brown eyes.
With
her elder brother, Rick, he’d partied and caused a lot of trouble. The trouble
they’d gotten into had worked up a storm. No matter what they did, trouble had
always found them. They were like two magnets attracting the bad. With no
choice left, they’d hit the road and would only visit home every few months.
After some time away, Dan joined a bunch of bikers and travelled, doing odd
jobs.
Rick
had returned home first. Then Dan didn’t have the letters she sent her brother,
and he knew he needed to go back home. When Rick had been with him, Mandy’s
letters had been the one comfort Dan had. Dan knew he needed to go back home to
see the girl who’d developed into a mature young woman and who’d helped him
during his hardest points with the reading of her lovely, charming letters. Now
he was back home and had little Mandy Straus on her back.