Rough to Ride (3 page)

I'm high. Maverick releasing on my hand has filled my body with endorphins. I feel like I just ran a marathon, or swam the English Channel, or won the Super Bowl. I just gave this man a hand job while he rode his bike... and it was hot.

Beat that Old Lady.

I have nowhere to wipe his cum, but that's okay. I gently pull on his cock and tuck him back into his boxers and jeans. Then I zip him up with one hand, but I'm unable to button the top of his jeans with my cum-free hand.

Well, at least I made him decent before we pass a cop or school bus.

We pull off and drive down an untouched dirt road. The road goes on for a few miles and I see very little signs of life on the drive. I'm getting antsy. The anticipation of having this large man inside me is about to make me lose control. Maybe this is the kind of change I've been looking for. Maybe I need a man like this to make me feel alive again.

The wheels underneath me start to slow down and I lift my head off of Maverick's back. We're pulling into what almost looks like an old military base, or it could be an old industrial park. I can't tell.

We enter through the big, steal gates and I watch as Maverick pulls up to the side of a long, one story shed building. He cuts the engine and I let go of his torso. His large hand comes out and lands on my arm to stop me. His fingers drag across my smooth skin until the palm of his hand is overlapping the back of mine.

The next thing I know I'm palming his denim-covered dick and rubbing him out with his assistance.

"Don’t forget why you came here, babe."

"I haven't," I slightly squeal with anticipation as I start to rub him a little faster.

Maverick quickly releases my hand and stands up. His legs come over the seat as he gets off the bike and faces me, grabbing my hips and pulling me off after him. We're chest to chest as he looks down at me with his hypnotizing blue eyes.

I love blue eyes. It's always been one of my favorite things on a man. It might have to do with the fact that I have blue eyes, too. I don't really know. What I do know is that my eyes are a greenish-blue while Maverick's eyes are a piercing, cloudy blue. A blue I want to get lost in while he fucks me bareback.

He reaches up to palm my cheek as his lips come down to gently brush against mine. "What's your name, darling? I need to know what I should be calling out when I come."

What's my name? Should I give him my real name? No. Melanie is too innocent sounding for this biker badass. Plus, he's probably used to fucking girls with names like Barbie, or Candy.

"Trixie. You can call me Trixie."

"Well, alright there, Trixie, let’s get you naked and sitting on my face."

In one smooth move Maverick lifts me up and tosses me over his shoulder so my ass is in the air and next to his face, while my face gets to know his ass on a first-name basis.

I squeal, but he ignores me as I hear the crunch of the gravel as his boots hit it with each step. I listen as the large metal door at the entrance of the shed opens and Maverick walks through it. One of his hands glides up the back of my thigh and under my dress. He slides his palm under my thong and rests his thumb at my back entrance as he plunges two fingers inside my pussy.

I try to hold back a moan, but it's impossible. I hear his deep chuckle at my body's response, as he continues to walk as if his fingers aren't working me over. I try to concentrate on anything but what his fingers are doing to me.

The loud music is blaring, along with a lot of commotion. The air is filled with a cloud of smoke. My hands grab a hold of Maverick's hips as I try to lift myself up to appraise the scene. We're in what must be the main room of the compound. The bar is filled with bikers in similar leather cuts to Maverick, as is the rest of the room. Scantily clad women are all around and I watch a woman dance naked on top of the bar.

One of the bikers hops up to start dancing with the naked woman. No, not dance, he moves closer and starts to suck on the milky white flesh of her neck as he gropes her exposed tits. Another biker is sitting down at a stool in front of her. He lifts his hand up her smooth, pale legs until his hand is between the naked woman's thighs and he starts to stroke her. No one in the room even bats an eye at the scene developing on top of the bar.

Where the hell am I and what did I get myself into?

The bartender notices Maverick first. He puts his thumb and index finger in his mouth to make a loud whistling sound before hollering, "Way to go, Prez."

This gets all the men's attention in the dark lit room, and even a few women's. The whistling and shouts continue, but Maverick ignores them as he continues to stroke my pussy as we walk towards the back.

I would be more embarrassed, but I know none of the others can see what his hand is doing to me because my skirt is still covering my ass.

We make our way to the very last door on the right and Maverick pushes it open with a thud against the sidewall. Once inside he closes it back up and locks it. His fingers release my core and I instantly miss them, groaning in frustration. He lowers me, sliding me down the front of his body until we're chest to chest.

"Get naked," he demands.

"Prez?" I question, lifting my eyebrows while smirking his way.

"You don't need to know that shit. All you need to know is that I want you naked. Now, get naked so I can taste that pussy of yours."

"Yes... Mr. President," I respond innocently.

I hear the low groan from the back of his throat and in the next second his hands are on me, ripping the white cotton dress off my body. I'm in just my thong, but not for long because he rips that off me, too.

I bring my hands to his hard chest and gently pull his cut away from his body, sliding it off his shoulders and arms, and releasing it so it drops on the floor.

Looking up at his piercing eyes, I can see the lust in them. His eyes are hooded, and it's only a matter of time until he starts satisfying his craving.

As if reading my mind, he reaches for me again, palming my ass cheeks with both hands and pulling my body into his. In the next second I'm being lifted as he walks me backwards and drops me down on the bed.

"I want to fuck your pussy with my tongue, but you'll have to show me how bad you want it."

"Show you?" I question him.

He lays down on the bed next to me and plops his head down on the black pillowcase.

"That's right, babe, show me. You want my tongue on you, you want me to suck you off, then make me."

Make him? The man has a good hundred pounds of muscle on me. How the hell am I going to make him?

"This cutesy act of yours isn’t going to work on me. Now you can either sit on my fucking face so I can eat your cunt, or you can leave. The choice is yours."

That choice is easy. I'll sit on his face.

I move my body over his, straddling his hips so that I can grind my naked pussy across his covered cock. I moan at the feeling the friction is giving me. He feels so good, and I want him inside me, again. This time I want him to fuck me and not stop.

I feel him harden underneath me and it feels even better. I know if I continue this I'll come within a few minutes of dry humping.

Maverick’s hands reach down and grab my hips, taking control of my movements. He moves me harder against him, rubbing and grinding us together, and I feel the build up of my orgasm approaching.

It's going to be good. It's going to be so good.

Right before I'm about to reach that heavenly place, his hands tighten on me and pull me upwards. My hips are near his mouth as he demands that I straddle his face.

I do as I'm told and that's when I'm rewarded with his tongue. He parts my lips, sliding his tongue up and down my slit. It feels so good, but it's not enough. My clit is throbbing from almost coming, and then being left unfulfilled. If I were a man, I'd have a serious case of blue balls.

Maverick continues to lick up and down my slit, stopping just before he reaches my throbbing bundle of nerves. I'm now moaning in frustration instead of ecstasy.

He wanted me to take it, so I'm going to take it.

I start to move, thrusting and grinding my pussy against his face until his tongue is forced to lick my clit.

"Oh, yes..." it feels so good and I refuse to let him stop. I continue, pushing down gently to increase the pressure. Out of nowhere I come. Increasing the pressure was all I needed to push myself over the edge.

"Maverick.... Fuck, Maverick."

He stills my hips and takes over, even as my orgasm has finished. His tongue thrusts back and forth against my sensitive clit. I want him to stop. It's almost painful. I need to recover. I'm not ready to come again.

He doesn't stop. Maverick is relentless with his tongue, and I've been so worked over that I can't even speak to ask him to stop. My brain is mush and the words won't move past my lips. Although my clit is overly sensitive, it only takes a minute for that pain to turn into pleasure. I can feel myself stirring back to life. I can feel my core preparing itself for another orgasm.

I start to move my hips in rhythm with his tongue. Maverick moves one of his hands over my ass, grazing a fingertip down my ass crack until he reaches my pussy.

"Fuck..." I sigh, as Maverick inserts two fingers into my core. He starts to rub against my g-spot. He knew exactly where it was, which is impressive because when I first started to discover my body, it took a year for my hand to finally discover that magical area. Once it did, I knew I was in trouble.

Maverick's thumb is sliding against my ass crack with each thrust, teasing my back entrance. It's turning me on even more and I place my hands on the headboard of his bed, needing something to steady me.

Oh my God. My body can't handle this. I won't be able to survive this orgasm. My legs start to quiver and my head falls back as I try to hold off, scared of the intensity it might bring.

Maverick's thumb moves and he inserts it into my puckered hole, bringing an entirely new sensation to my overly sensitized body, and I'm done for. I feel the familiar warming sensation in my pelvis and I'm pushed over the edge, violently thrusting against Maverick's tongue. I don't scream out this time, I can't. My body is incapable of doing anything but riding this orgasm out.

I've never come like that before. I've never been scared of my own orgasm before. I ride out the rest of my release, slowing down as Maverick licks and thrusts his tongue into my pussy.

"You taste so fucking good, babe. So good."

His mouth moves away from my center as he gently pulls me off him. Thank God, too. If he continued tongue fucking my clit, I'm pretty sure it was going to fall off.

"My turn."

I'm so tired. I've had three orgasms by this man since I met him and my body needs to rest, but as soon as I hear those words, in his rough, sexy voice, I'm suddenly wide-awake.

I look over at him. He's still lying on the bed with his head against the pillow. The top of his chest is lightly glistening with sweat. I look over his body, not spotting an ounce of fat. His muscled arms are sexy as hell. I don't know how much he works out, but he's doing something right, because his body is that of a Greek God.

How will I go back to sleeping with average men after this?

I move my body until I'm straddling his thighs. Keeping my eyes on his, I reach for his zipper, slowly lowering it before reaching the top of his jeans and pushing them down his hips. He helps me by lifting his ass, making it easier for me to remove his pants, but I don't remove them. I lower them enough to release his long, hard dick and his balls.

I lick my palm sensuously while still focused on his eyes, and then I grip his dick with my hand and start to stroke him. His eyes close as he groans and thrusts up into my hand.

Smiling and enjoying his reactions, I move my legs further down his body and lower my face to his package. Instead of putting my mouth on his dick, I decide to lick his balls instead. I lower my mouth and lick him, keeping my eyes focused on him, always on him. He looks like he's enjoying it, so I open my mouth wider and take one of his balls between my lips, sucking and licking him, while I continue to stroke his length.

"Jeez, babe, don't stop."

But I do, I release him just so I can suck on his other ball. He groans, clearly enjoying the way I'm taking him in my mouth. I attempt to put his entire ball sack between my lips and into my mouth, and successfully do so. I can't do much more than suck them, but the visual I'm giving him is all he needs.

Maverick starts to move, thrusting his cock in and out of the grip my hand has on him. I break eye contact and look down at his cock. The movement of him in my hand is beautiful, and when I see the slightest amount of pre-cum reach the head of his cock, I have an unquenchable desire to lick it off.

My mouth releases his balls and moves up to his cock before he can stop me. I stick my tongue out and right before I'm about to lick the cum off the tip of his dick, I look up at him, pausing until his eyes meet mine. As soon as they do, my tongue moves and licks the drop of salty-sweetness off his cock.

I moan and sit up, enjoying the taste of him. I lick my lips to tease him while mumbling, "So good."

He grunts in desire and goes to reach for me, but I'm too quick. I lower my head back down to him and take his cock as far as it will go. I start to suck him, fucking him with my hot, wet mouth. He's too large and I can't suck him all the way to the base so my hand joins the party, fisting his base and moving in rhythm with my mouth.

He tastes so good. I love the confidence a blowjob gives me. I know some women hate to give them, but they're fucking idiots. Blowjobs are empowering. If you want to feel some control in the bedroom, then you better be willing to suck a man's cock.

My mouth continues to suck his hard cock, and I can feel him preparing to come. His dick hardens, the large vein on the underside of his cock starts to throb, and he taps my shoulder, the universal move that says, "Either let go of my cock, or I'm gonna come down your throat."

He's crazy if he thinks I'm not going to cherish every last drop of him.