I reached down with one finger and began to rub her clit as I fucked her, rough and hard. The bike was rocking dangerously, but neither of us cared. I fucked her savagely and deep, filling her cunt up, working her tight pussy like she wanted it.
I pulled back suddenly, as the bike was so close to tipping over. I grabbed her hips and pulled her off, turning her around. She obeyed easily, knowing what I wanted. She spread her legs wide and held on to the steadied bike, bending over for me, showing me that wet fucking pussy. I grabbed her hips and slid my cock in from behind while she pressed her mouth against the leather of the seat, biting down against it.
I fucked her rough like that, slapping her round ass hard. She moaned, her mouth against the leather seat, as I fucked her harder, deeper, my cock slamming against her ass, filling that tight cunt up with my heavy dick. She loved it when I slapped her ass, grabbed her hair, treated her like the fucking bad girl she really was.
It was pure animal lust. We were fucking and nothing more, our bodies working together. I slapped that ass again, loving the way she moved it back up against my cock, and then reached around to get at that fucking clit with my fingers.
I rubbed her, fucking her deep and savagely. “Shit, keep going,” she gasped, raising her head up and arching her back. “Oh fuck. Keep doing that. Fuck me, Clutch. Fuck my pussy hard.”
“Damn right, girl. I want to come deep in this tight cunt. I’m going to fill you up, you dirty girl, make you fucking come and scream my name. I want the whole damn city to hear you.”
I kept rubbing, fucking her rough, sliding my cock in and out, thrusting hard and savagely as I rubbed her clit. Her whole body was tensing, her fingers grabbing on to the bike, her mouth pressed against the leather seat as I slammed into her.
And then she finally reached her peak. Her body arched and tense. I watched as she came, saying my name over and over, and I didn’t let up. I didn’t slow down for one second, because I wanted that pussy, wanted to make her come so hard she couldn’t breathe. She said my name, moaning it loudly as her body shook, her legs bending and tensing, but I held on to her, fucking deep, deeper.
And as she threw her head back and moaned my name, that shit tipped me over the edge. I grabbed her hips hard and fucked her rough, deep, and felt my cock come deep inside her tight pussy. I groaned, grunting my pleasure as the orgasm exploded through my veins, filling me with fire and fucking animal energy.
We came together, my cock thrusting hard deep inside her, pushed up against my bike. And slowly we came down together, the orgasms rushing through us and passing.
I pulled myself out of her slowly, breathing deeply. That had been one of the most intense fucks of my life. It had come on out of nowhere and finished fast and absolutely intense. She stayed where she was, legs less spread but facedown against the bike, breathing deeply.
“Fuck,” I said finally, taking off the condom and wrapping it back in its wrapper. “Shit, girl.”
“Yeah,” she said, standing up finally. “That was something.”
“You’re fucking something.”
I grabbed her and pulled her against me, kissing her hard.
“Come on,” she said when I was done. “Let’s get out of here before someone finds us.”
“Now you’re worried?” I asked, grinning. “Didn’t seem to mind when I was fucking you a second ago.”
“I couldn’t think about it then,” she said, smiling. She found her panties and jeans and got dressed again.
I put my clothes back on too. “Just admit you get off having my big cock fuck you out in the open like this.”
“Can’t deny it,” she said, that cute fucking smile still there.
Once we were dressed, I climbed onto my bike. She got onto the back and wrapped her arms around me.
I tore out of there, dirt kicking up from my wheels, and headed back toward the clubhouse.
27
Janine
I could barely believe how fast that had happened. One second I was tripping like an embarrassing mess, and the next his hands were down my panties. And of course I was already soaking wet. I had been ever since he took me to that warehouse and I kept thinking about how alone we were.
Because I couldn’t help myself, not around Clutch. Seeing a part of his childhood made me respect him even more. Sure, he was a crude biker asshole, but he’d had a rough childhood, a lot like mine. We were so alike that it was surprising, and maybe that explained why I was so intensely drawn toward him.
My head was still buzzing with the post-orgasm glow as we rode back through Austin, heading toward the clubhouse. We pulled up outside, and I was surprised again at how many unfamiliar bikes were parked outside.
“Rebels are here again,” Clutch warned.
“I know.”
“Still want to stay?”
“It’s our clubhouse,” I said. “I’m not turning back.”
He grinned at me. “That’s what I like about you.” He walked inside the door and I followed him.