Read Silver and Chrome: A Bad Boy MC Romance Online
Authors: Aubrey St. Clair
Still,
whatever their relationship, it must be nice to know that you have a group of
friends ready to have your back like that. I suddenly miss my friends back
home. Jackie is great, but I haven’t known her that long, and a quick glance
confirms that she’s already back talking excitedly to the bartender as he mixes
her another Manhattan.
I’m
surrounded by people, but I’m hundreds of miles from anything I’d really call
home. I have a billionaire looking to ruin my life, and the only people around
to stand up for me are Jackie and a smoking hot biker dude who I just met a few
minutes ago and also happens to be a complete prick.
“Let
me guess, ex-boyfriend?” Bash’s lip is curled up into a smirk, as if he had me
pegged all along. As if he knows everything about me from that brief glimpse at
one of my biggest mistakes. Just like Edward thought he could waltz back in
here and snap his fingers and I’d go running back to him. What the hell is it
about me that makes everyone think I’m so predictable? Just because I’m nice
doesn’t mean I’m weak. Just because I’ve dated men like Edward doesn’t mean I’m
a total bore.
Despite
the fact that everyone in the bar has gone back to their conversations, I can
see some of them looking over at me out of the corner of their eye. I’m the new
spectacle now, and I just want to get away, but Jackie is making moon eyes at
the bartender and will probably make me feel like a killjoy if I tell her I
want to go home.
But
what am I going to do there, anyway? It’s not even midnight on a Saturday
night. My professional life is most likely in the toilet now, and I haven’t had
sex in weeks. Something about the old Evelyn just isn’t working. It’s time for
a new Evelyn. An Evelyn that is willing to take chances and do crazy shit that
she would never have done before.
Before
I think it through, I take my phone and drop it into an abandoned glass of beer
on the bar before I turn to reply, completely ignoring his little quip.
“So,
do you want to show me that back room, or what?”
BASH
All I really expected was
a “thank you,” and I didn’t even give a shit if she gave me that, to be honest.
That’s not why I stepped in to get rid of that douchebag. The MC spends a lot
of time in this bar. The bar up front is really just a cover, with our main
clubhouse in the back. Which means that Axle’s is my second home, and no one
comes into my home and disrespects someone. Even if the person they’re
disrespecting thinks I’m a piece of shit, which I’m pretty sure this girl does.
Which makes it even more surprising that she wants to go into the back room
with me.
“I
don’t even know your name, Blondie,” I say as I escort her through the small
kitchen and into the hallway that leads to my office.
“I
know,” she replies. Obviously she wants to keep it that way, but I can’t help
but seize the opening.
“Then
how will I know what to call you when you’re sucking my cock?”
I’m
leading the way, so it’s disappointing that I can’t see the look on her face,
but I’m pretty sure I hear a stifled gasp that is almost as satisfying. I’m
fairly sure this girl is going to turn tail and run as fast as she can once I
make a move on her, so I might as well at least get some enjoyment out of
continuing to tease her. A girl like this doesn’t ask to go to the back room of
a bar with a stranger that looks like me unless she’s trying to make a point or
prove something to herself. And in my experience, there’s only so far most
people will go to prove something, even to themselves.
Especially
something that isn’t true.
It
isn’t hard to figure out what she’s trying to prove, either, now that I’ve had
a minute to think about it. Mr. Suit out there was her boyfriend, and he’s the
complete opposite of me. But he’s a boring dick, and probably the kind of guy
she’s always been with. And I bet my teasing her about him touched a nerve
that’s extra sensitive because she’s heard it all before. Following me back
here is her way of proving that she’s got an edge. That she’s into excitement
and danger and fun.
She
has no idea what she’s in for, picking me to make her point. Won’t matter
anyway, though. I can’t see her bluff lasting longer than it takes for me to
unzip my fly. If it even lasts that long.
“You
can call me Bash,” I say as I unlock the door to my office and push it open. “I
know you didn’t ask, but I figure you’ll need to know in a few minutes, too.”
She
doesn’t even look at me as she walks into my office, pausing only long enough
to flick the lights on. I guess the only thing worse than being alone with a
strange biker is doing so in the dark. Fine by me, though. If this thing goes
far enough, I’m happy to see some skin.
“I
know,” she says. “I heard the bartender call you that. What kind of a name is
Bash, anyway? Is that your stage name or something?”
“Stage
name? We’re not actors here, Blondie.” I grab hold of the edge of my vest and
shake it. “This here is the real thing.”
She
gives a little shrug. “You know what I mean. Bash isn’t your real name. Who
names their kid Bash?”
She’s
looking around at the sparse furnishings of my office, obviously stalling. Now
that we’re here, she’s finally realizing what she’s gotten herself into and is
having second thoughts. It won’t be long before she heads for the door and back
to her safe life. At least she tried, she’ll tell herself. She’ll have a story
to tell. Maybe it’ll get bigger each time, like an unsuccessful fisherman
talking about his one brush with Moby fucking Dick.
“Parents
who never stuck around long enough to give a fuck.” There’s more harshness to
my voice than I meant, but who the fuck cares? She’s on her way out, anyway.
“Sorry,”
she says immediately, “I didn’t mean to—”
“What
are you doing here, Blondie?” I cut her off. I don’t need apologies. I should
be here with Jez right now, anyway. At least then I’d be getting my cock
sucked.
“I…
uh…” She doesn’t know what to say at this point, and she can’t even look me in
the eyes. She wants to bail, and is too ashamed to admit it. It was fun to
tease her, but this is getting boring. Girls like this are all the same. They
love the idea of a guy like me taking them hard in the back room, of forgetting
about their boring boyfriends or husbands or life. But it’s just a fantasy for
them. Reality is too frightening. As much as I’d love to fuck this girl into
next week, I’m just wasting my time here. I can take her back out, return with
Jez, and be balls deep in minutes. I don’t need this shit.
“Let
me save us both some time. Your skinny, suited asshole out there pissed you
off, and being in a place like this reminded you of how boring your life is. You
saw me and wet yourself, wondering what it’s like to ride with the real men,
but now that we’re back here, you’re having second thoughts. You’d rather stick
with the safe and unsatisfying cocks than take a chance on one that was built
to make you scream.”
“Why
is it that you’re such an ass?” Her eyes finally lift off the floor and meet
mine, and there’s a fire in them that I find surprising. Just means I hit
another nerve. “Maybe I was just thinking we could talk first? Maybe I was
coming back here to fuck you, and maybe you were the one in for the fuck of
your life, but you just blew it by running your stupid mouth again?”
I
bark out a laugh and move a bit closer. “Honey, if you’re coming back here with
a guy like me, then you should know that
talking first
isn’t part of the
program.” She’s breathing heavily now, whether from fear or excitement, I don’t
actually know. Still, she’s lasted longer than I thought she would, and that
fire I saw in her eyes actually turned me on a bit. My cock is suddenly a lot
more crowded in my jeans than it was a minute ago. I need to get Jez in here
quick.
I
jerk my head toward the door. “Come on, let’s go back to the bar where you can
drink a few more fruity cocktails and tell your friend all about how brave you
were coming back here and—”
“Oh,
shut up already,” she says as she steps forward. My eyes widen in shock as she
presses her mouth against mine.
I’m
surprised, but I kiss her back. She pauses as my tongue invades her mouth, and
then I feel her almost start to pull away as I touch her silk-covered ribcage. For
a moment, I’m torn. On the one hand, I’d feel vindicated if she pulled away and
ran out of here like I’ve expected her to do since we walked through the door. On
the other hand, I’d hate for her to leave now that we’re just getting started. My
cock is ready to tear a hole through my jeans, and after kissing
this
girl, it isn’t going to be satisfied with going back to Jez.
But
then, as if finally coming to a decision, she melts into me. Her mouth and
tongue push back against mine and she slides her own hand down my pants until
her fingertips graze the edge of my dick.
One
more brief pause and then that’s it; she presses her palm against me hard
before she reaches up and begins to unzip my fly.
EVELYN
The only thing I could
think of to shut this guy up was to kiss him, and I did it without thinking. Well,
that’s not entirely true. I’ve been thinking about kissing him a lot in the
last few minutes, but I was far from a decision on the subject until I decided
I really wanted him to stop talking like a jackass.
I
wasn’t actually sure what I was going to do once I got back here. The whole
plan was so spur of the moment and unlike me, but that’s why I did it, wasn’t
it? I’m tired of being like me. Where has that gotten me? Getting stepped on by
the CEO of a billion-dollar company in a strange city where I have barely any
friends or support. That’s what being nice and following rules has gotten me.
After
Edward, I swore I was going to change some things and get as far away from that
life as possible, but just coming to a biker bar for a few drinks with Jackie
isn’t enough. I’ve been applying to the same jobs, going through the same
routines, and it’s all going to just land me in the same place.
I
need to do something different, but I can start by doing
someone
different.
And
Bash is as different as they come. At least compared to the men I usually date.
Not
that I plan on dating him, but that’s something different for me as well. I’ve
never had a one-night stand before, something that Jackie has teased me about
in the past.
Well,
here I am Bash. Let’s do this.
His
tongue catches me by surprise, but it only takes me a moment to recover and
slide my hand down to the growing hardness in his pants. I can surprise him
right back, and by the way he jumps as I touch him, I know I’ve succeeded. Bash
might be a complete stranger, but he’s also another person who seems to think
he knows exactly who I am and what I’m capable of doing. It’s infuriating, and
in a way, that turns me on—just like his scent, a heady combination of musk,
weed, and leather that should probably repel me, except it doesn’t.
Well
here I am, surprising us both with a wild side I never knew I had. And who
better to test it out on than a hot biker who I’ll be happy to never have to
see again after tonight. Until then, though, I want to see more of him. All of
him.
I
pull on his zipper until I’ve opened it enough to slip my hand inside. I’m
being a lot more forward than I feel. I’m actually surprised that my hand isn’t
shaking as violently as my heart is pounding in my chest. Before that trembling
can start, though, I grab onto the closet thing I can to anchor me.
My
God, this guy has a big cock.
I’m
no virgin, and Edward was hardly my first, but what I’m holding in my hand now
isn’t even in the same class as the rest of those guys, and I haven’t even seen
it yet. But I now want to even more desperately.
For
the first time tonight, I realize just how horny I am. It’s been weeks since
I’ve had sex. Even before breaking up, Edward was barely around at a reasonable
enough hour for us to fuck, and after catching him at the office, I have a
better understanding of what was keeping him so busy. And as much as I’ve found
Bash’s attitude annoying and crass, I have to admit that seeing the way he
handled himself at the bar made me a little bit wet.
He
drips raw power and confidence. Edward has the confidence thing down, but he’s
a wimp physically. He’d prefer to pay someone to fight his battles than risk
breaking a manicured nail. I told myself that I didn’t care about stuff like
that, which I don’t. Or at least, I didn’t think I did. Yet seeing Bash knock
those college kids around and then turn his back on them, knowing that they
wouldn’t retaliate, and then how he just knocked the crap out of those other
bikers… well, I’d be lying to say that it didn’t turn me on at all. It was only
once he spoke to me that I realized he was just a complete meathead.
But
with a cock like this, I’m willing to overlook his intellectual failings. For
tonight, anyway.
“You
just introducing yourself to that, or are you going to take it out and do
something?” He’s pulled his mouth free of mine, which means he’s going to start
talking again. But there are other ways to shut a man up.
Even
as I’m unbuttoning his pants with both hands, having reluctantly removed the
one from his cock, and rolling them down his hips, I can’t believe what I’m
doing. This is so not me. This guy is a complete stranger, not to mention a
dangerous biker, and I’m as eager to go down on him as a horny teenager on her
first unchaperoned date. I’m hornier then I would ever admit to this guy. I
have no idea what about him turns me on. Well, other than how absolutely sexy
and masculine he is…
Bash’s
cock is even more impressive to look at than it was to feel. It’s enormous, as
I thought, and as hard as the steel motorcycle this guy likely rides. A bead of
pre-cum wets the tip, proving that I’m not the only one here completely turned
on right now.
Before
I can talk myself out of it, or let him change my mind by opening his mouth
again, I lean forward and let him slide between my lips, sucking him into my
mouth in a single swallow that draws a surprised gasp from the big man.
I
knew I could get him to stop talking.
I
wrap my fingers around his warm shaft and I let them move up and down in time
with my mouth, getting him nice and wet so that I slide along him easily. His
hands are stretched out behind him, holding onto a large, metal desk for
support. When I use my other hand to cradle his balls and give them a little
squeeze, he lets out another groan of satisfaction. I can’t help but smile.
Who
has all the power now?
“Holy
fuck, you can suck a cock, Blondie. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
I
don’t love him calling me Blondie, but I know I haven’t given him another
option. And I don’t intend to. This is a one-time deal, he doesn’t need to know
my name. Besides, it’s even hotter this way. Not only have I never had a one-night
stand before, I certainly have never sucked someone’s cock who didn’t even know
my name.
“Jesus,”
he says under his breath as I speed up a little bit. Even as turned on as I am,
I’m starting to have second thoughts about going all the way with this guy. Maybe
if I get him off like this he’ll be done, and then I can leave without actually
backing down. No one can blame me if the asshole comes once and then tells me
to piss off. I can see this guy doing that. Maybe it’s for the best.
“Stop,
wait.” His hands swing around and grab onto my head, gently pushing me back and
off of him. “I don’t want to waste this load in your mouth. Take your clothes
off.”
Well,
so much for that idea. “Wow, can you be sexier when you order me around?”
Bash
puts a hand under my arm to help me up as he barks a quick laugh. “We’re both
adults here, Blondie. Let’s not waste time. I’m not your boyfriend. You came
back here for one reason, and we both know what it is. Even if I am surprised
that you’re actually going to go through with it.”
I
shrug. “I was just curious if you’ve ever heard of foreplay.”
The
biker lifts an eyebrow as his dark eyes flit down to my waist and then back up
at me. “Take off your pants. I’m willing to bet anything you want that you’re
wet enough right now that you don’t need any extra foreplay.” His cock is
jutting out in front of him, glistening from my saliva, and I can’t take my
eyes off of it. He’s right. I would never win that bet, but his attitude is
creeping back into the conversation and bringing my automatic defenses back up.
It
isn’t until he steps forward that my eyes lift up to meet his. He’s so close
now that the tip of his cock is brushing against the bottom of my shirt. He’s
too arrogant, so I force myself to ignore it instead of grabbing it like my
instincts and desires are pleading with me to do.
“Do
women really like that jackass attitude?”
Bash
slips his hand between my legs, pressing hard against the warmth that I know he
can feel. I don’t stop him, but I continue to ignore it as we stare into each
other’s eyes. My God, he has deep and dark eyes. They press back against me,
probing almost as deeply as his fingers are trying to do. I’m not sure how much
longer I can pretend that I don’t want to fuck this guy’s brains out.
“You’re
here, aren’t you?”
“That’s
despite your mouth, not because of it.”
“You’d
be surprised what this mouth can do. Don’t be so quick to condemn it.” His
other hand has joined his first, and now he’s undoing my pants.
“I
thought you didn’t do foreplay.”
They’re
open now, and one of his strong hands is pushing down past my panties and
skimming through the shortly trimmed hairs beneath. “I didn’t say that. I just
said you didn’t need any.” His fingers reach their goal, sliding across my clit
and dipping beneath and between my folds. “Looks like I was right.”
My
breath his heavy now, Bash’s brief touch causing me to adjust my stance
slightly to give him better access. If I’m going to change my mind, this is my
last chance.
Who
am I kidding? I’m not strong enough to ignore the throbbing between my legs a
second more, and he knows it. In one smooth motion, Bash lowers my pants to the
floor and then pulls something from his own pants before stepping out of them. I
see the familiar flash of a tin wrapper before he rips it open and discards it
behind himself. He barely finishes rolling the condom along his cock before
he’s spinning me around and pushing me forward. I brace myself against his desk
in the same spot that his own hands were in only moments before.
My
breath catches as he slides his huge dick into me from behind. I’m so wet and
ready that there’s barely an ounce of resistance or friction as he starts to
put it in, but by the time I feel his hips touch the back of my ass, we’re both
groaning.
“Holy
fuck, you’re tight,” he says. His breath is hot against my back and followed by
a scrape of stubble as he kisses my skin.
I’m
sure a retired hooker would feel tight against this guy’s cock. I’ve never felt
so filled, and all I want him to do is fuck me hard with this thing. After a
few strokes to get his bearings, he doesn’t disappoint.
His
hips are like a jackhammer, and I do my best not to think about how many women
he’s fucked in here for practice. It’s none of my business and none of my
concern. He’s right, we both know why I came back here. I came to get fucked. Hard.
And that’s what’s happening. And it feelings fucking amazing.
Bash
surprises me by sliding a hand down along my thigh and between my legs, wetting
a finger with my pussy and then bringing it back up along my clit. I would have
never expected him to care whether I got off or not, and the truth is, with his
cock, I might not even have needed the extra stimulation. But I’m not going to
say no to it, either.
Within
minutes a familiar shudder rolls through my body, causing me to tense up as he
continues to pound me. I let out a muffled scream, pushing my mouth down onto
my arm so that the whole bar out there doesn’t hear me. Bash doesn’t stop
slamming his cock into me, but he does move his hand away from my pussy and
slide it up under my shirt.
My
bra doesn’t last a second to his probing fingers as he flips it up and grabs
onto my breast, capturing a swollen nipple between his fingers and drawing
another moan out from between my lips.
“Fuck,
your pussy feels so good.”
I
don’t even have any breath to respond. Another orgasm is threatening to
overcome me, and trying to squeak out how good and big his cock is just seems
like a distraction right now. My pussy is so sensitive now each thrust is
causing the tension in me to rise to an almost overwhelming level. I’m holding
back, trying to wait until the last possible second to come again.
As
soon as I feel Bash stiffen up and groan, I let myself go as well. I scream
against my arm again, and this time I’m worried that despite my efforts, the
bar might have heard me. Hell, without my arm in the way, I’d have to worry
that my parents in Canada might have heard me.