Biker Chicks: An Anthology of Hot MC Romance (34 page)

7

Death couldn’t have prevented the quiet moan that escaped him even if he had tried. That was why he still took human form on occasion, he reminded himself. The human body’s ability to process pleasure was beyond anything else in his experience. As her mouth slowly covered him, heat bloomed throughout his nerve endings and his hands curled unconsciously around the edge of the table, gripping tightly as her tongue slid deliciously against him.

She slowly worked her mouth along the length of him, sliding further down with each stroke until his head slid into the back of her throat for a moment before she pulled back to avoid gagging and sucked in a deep breath. The rush of air against his damp skin sent a shiver running through his entire body and she chuckled, a deep sound that vibrated along the length of him and the table creaked under his grip as his fingers tightened even more.

“Like that did you?” she asked, and took him back into her mouth before he could answer causing whatever he had intended to say to fall away into a strangled groan. One hand came up and she wrapped her fingers around him, stroking gently in time with the motion of her lips across his skin and on the up stroke she made sure to tease the head with her tongue. In minutes he was struggling to hold still and the table kept creaking and groaning beneath the punishing grip of his hands as she worked him more and more into a frenzy.

“Sweet Lethe,” he groaned and she laughed again.

“Haven’t heard that one before,” she said, leaning back to look up into his eyes while one hand continued to stroke him. She couldn’t help pressing her thighs together as she shifted her weight, struggling to gain some stimulation to the hardened nub of nerve endings above her opening. She hadn’t expected to get so turned on by blowing this guy but she was finding herself more and more aroused as time went on and she didn’t think she would be able to force herself to continue paying attention to him without something for herself. She leaned forward and kissed the head of his dick one last time, flicking it with her tongue before she stood in one fluid motion and shrugged out of her jacket after unzipping it from her leather pants. “Move over,” she muttered and laid the jacket down on the table when he obligingly moved out of her way.

She kicked off her boots and shimmied out of her pants, leaving her in just a tight fitting red tank and a matching pair of red lace panties. Pushing herself up onto the table and laid down, one heel resting on the edge of the table and her other leg cocked to the side.

“I really think it’s time you do something about this,” she whispered.

“Gladly,” he muttered and sank to his knees, hands sliding up her warm, silken, legs until he gripped the waist of her panties and she lifted her hips slightly as he pulled them down and off her legs. Tossing the underwear aside he turned his attention back as she spread her legs, baring her wet pussy for him. He pressed a gentle kiss to her left knee, working his way up her legs as tremors ran through her muscles and goosebumps stood out across her flesh. Her breath came hard and fast and she fought to keep herself still as he worked his way up with an agonizing slowness that had her trembling more from anticipation than any stimulation.

When his lips finally reached the wet center between her thighs and his tongue ran the length of it, flicking that tiny bundle of nerves with the tip, she jumped and shuddered violently and a lust-filled moan escaped her. It was the type of sound one makes when finally finding relief. Wound tight, tense and rigid, and then all the stress and tension melts away and one can’t stop the relieved groan even if they tried. That was what happened to Danielle as his lips played over hers, tongue probing at her entrance. Her body went limp and he dropped her thighs across his shoulders, setting himself to his task.

Within minutes the tension that had drained from her body was replaced with a new and rapidly building tension. Muscles coiled and tightened as he worked first one and then a second finger slowly inside her body. He moved them gently back and forth, stroking in and out of her in a steady rhythm that had her quickly bucking her hips against him, straining for more. More of what she wasn’t sure. Harder or faster she couldn’t say she just wanted more. Her entire body burned and a tight coiling sensation began in her belly as her breath hitched in her throat.

“Oh my fucking god,” she gasped and her hands came down to tangle in his thick hair, holding his mouth against her as she ground herself against him. “Oh god, oh shit, holy fffuuuuuck,” she groaned and he laughed deep in his throat. The vibrations ran through his lips and directly to her clit as he flicked his tongue across it and her back arched suddenly, mouth dropping open as every muscle in her body suddenly tensed like a tightly drawn bow string, quivering and shaking and a gasping moan slipped from her mouth as she came. “Fuck, I’m coming,” she managed to say and he continued his work, sucking gently at her clit as she rode the waves of pleasure that crashed through her over and over, leaving her a sweat soaked limp mess on the table.

He stood, grabbed her hips and pulled her forward until her ass was just hanging off the edge of the table, and before she had even caught her breath he positioned himself at her entrance and plunged into her with one powerful stroke until their bodies met with a loud slapping sound and she nearly shrieked as she was unexpectedly filled with his cock. Her legs came up, wrapping around his hips and she groaned, grinding herself against him as he remained buried completely inside her.

He leaned down and kissed her, hands sliding up her body as he remained still inside her and he pushed up her shirt to reveal a full pair of bare breasts. The skin of her breasts was only slightly lighter toned than the rest of her skin and her dark nipples were almost painfully hard, a combination of arousal and the cool evening air playing across her heated flesh. He kissed his way down her neck, ignoring her attempts to rock her hips against him as he worked his way toward her breasts. She gasped and moaned, mewling quietly as he kissed around her nipples, teasing them with barely there touches of his lips until she finally grabbed hold of his head again and directed him to her left breast, forcefully pressing her aching nipple into his mouth.

Delirious was the only word she could think of to describe her mindset. She was delirious with lust and pleasure. Her body sang, nerve endings humming with electricity at every touch. The feeling of his cock buried inside her. The wet sensation of his lips and tongue playing with her nipple. The cold air across her body and his hands gripping her breasts, kneading them firmly. It was all almost too much. The orgasm she had just experienced left her oversensitive, her body highly responsive and when he slowly pulled out of her she threw her head back and screamed. Who gave a fuck if anyone heard her?

“Oh shit,” she moaned as he switched to her right breast, giving it equal treatment. “You have no idea how much I needed this tonight.” He thrust hard back into her and she gasped sharply and bit her lip. After that, speech eluded her as he gave her what she wanted most. He stood straight, gripping her hips tightly, strong fingers digging into her as he set a punishing pace. Her hands gripped the edge of the table to either side of her, breasts shaking, he thrust back into her and their bodies met with a loud slap. The table shook beneath her and she felt that same coiling pressure building up and up and up once again.

Death watched her carefully, his own breath coming fast in his human body, tension building in the taut muscles he had envisioned into existence. Sweat beaded along his skin and he pulled her further off the edge of the table, large hands cupping her ass as he plunged into her over and over building speed and strength with every stroke until she was arching against the table again. He held her there, just on the edge for several minutes, too overcome to speak or think but not far enough to push her over as he felt his own end approaching.

Finally, he lifted one hand and placed it flat against her lower belly, fingers splayed across her skin as his thumb found her clit and he rubbed it gently. It was just enough. Just that extra that she needed and she screamed again, the sound seeming to echo up from somewhere very far away and as her muscles clamped down around him he grunted and thrust into her one last time, spilling himself inside her.

8

When she was finally able to open her eyes it was to the delicious sensation of his dick still buried deep inside her, her pussy occasionally trembling around him. With each spasm a shiver ran through her entire body. She groaned quietly as he slowly pulled out of her and with his help pushed herself back on the table so she could sit up without falling. They dressed in silence. Danielle couldn’t think of anything to say and she really didn’t feel the need to say anything at all. She’d got what she wanted. And he obviously hadn’t been unwilling to give it to her. What more was there to be said?

“Thank you,” she said after she pulled on her jacket and zipped it up to the collar. “Tonight started out pretty damn shitty but that was just what I needed to make me feel a little better.” He was just tucking in his shirt and he bowed awkwardly, a smile tugging at his lips.

“The pleasure was mine, I assure you,” he said and she laughed and leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

“Maybe I’ll see you around sometime and we can do this again,” she said, knowing as he did that there wouldn’t be another time. “Later, beautiful,” she said and sauntered away and around the building toward the parking lot.

There was a lightness to her step. A shedding of weight and burdens that she hadn’t even been aware of before in her anger. A loss of tension between her shoulders. She swung her leg over her bike with a degree of ease that she hadn’t felt in a while. Not the physical action. Just an emotional ease, a cooling of the toxic emotions that had been swirling around within her. James was a fucking idiot, she thought, and she was done letting his stupidity bring her down. She glanced at her watch. One forty-five in the morning. Not a bad hour’s diversion at all.

“Have a good night,” he called and she glanced up to see him standing a dozen feet away, a fob pocket watch in one hand which he glanced down at for a moment before looking back up at her. She pulled on her helmet and gloves, thumbed the starter and tossed her mystery lay a wave before she kicked the bike into gear and turned around and out onto the road. As he watched her pull out of the lot his eyes flared with acid green fire and her information flitted across his vision.

Danielle Green, twenty seven years old and in excellent health. She would die in three… two… one…

9

They say, that when you ride, you ride with Death beside you. The truck horn blared like an air raid siren and she didn’t even have a chance to look up before it plowed into her with a solid crunch. Bits of metal and plastic scattered through the air as the bike went one way and her broken form was thrown another. Death glanced down at his watch.

One forty-six and thirty-seven seconds in the morning.

“Right on time,” he said with an almost regretful sigh as its human form melted away, once more to be replaced with robes of darkness and it strode to where the side car still sat, no longer attached to Danielle’s bike. Death took up its scythe and turned, squaring its skeletal shoulders as it strode toward the truck and her crumpled form on the street. This was the part of its job that it neither enjoyed, or hated. Its job was an essential part of the workings of the universe and it simply did it as it had for millennia untold.