Dirty Rider: A MC Biker Romance (4 page)

She studied him for over an hour, even taking his spent cock, which was still sizable, into her hand and looking at it from different angles. Kris had not only survived the encounter with this sexy beast, but she was the one who was awake and revived while he slept, spent of his energy.

Smiling, she fixed her pillow, pulled back the covers, and slipped into bed. After replaying the night through in her mind and processing everything, she thanked whatever god was looking out for this little girl tonight, and went happily to sleep.

CHAPTER SIX

Kris woke late in the morning. Nolan was no longer in the room. She checked the time and saw it was after ten. He had to go to work. No matter, she decided. She wasn't quite sure she wanted to talk with him yet anyway, or what there was to say. She took him, her goals were achieved, as much as she was currently capable of achieving them. There were no more cards in her hand to play.

Getting out of bed she was sore, but she was proud of herself for giving the sex everything she had. She didn't hold back or quake with fear or cower from him. Nolan had pushed her well past her stamina. At the end she was little more than a flailing fuck doll. But so what? The man was a monster. Of course his physical strength was superior to hers.

The only thing Kristina wanted to know now, was whether Nolan was more than just satisfied. Did he find something with her that was special? That made him vulnerable? Looking at her sly smile in the mirror, she decided that she was playing it smooth and solid from this point on. She wanted to know how much he might want her again.

Jumping in the shower again, she washed her hair and spent the rest of the morning pampering herself. Then, because those last words of his came back to her around noon, she looked up anal sex. What she found disturbed her when she thought about his cock hammering into her.

"Where the hell can I get lube in this fucking town?"

***

Nolan wanted last night to be just another fuck in a long list of fucks he didn't really give a fuck about. He was failing at this miserably. The girl was a succubus, a full-on fantasy fulfiller. Girl next door innocence who sucked a cock like her life depended on it climaxing for her. It wasn't just wild desperation either. It wasn't just willing energy. The fucking girl was a natural. He recalled the surprised look in her eyes when she climaxed on top of him, and the wonder in them as she struggled to control her climax and failed. And then, that perfect, fearful lust in her face when he took to the mattress and began to fuck her silly.

He did too. Fucked her silly. She was a limp doll in his hands by the time he had finally finished with her and tossed her aside. Of course, he didn't last much longer. The exhaustion took him a lot faster than he had ever felt it taking him before. He could feel his body shutting down around his consciousness. There was nothing he could have done to stop it. If anything came through the door then to take him, he would have simply been fucked.

This morning, he had expected her to be lying on top of the bed, and totaled, just like he left her. But she was under the covers, sleeping peacefully. It even looked like she had taken a shower. Nolan decided there was more to this girl than he had initially estimated.

While working on the cars in his bays, periodically a flash of her would explode into his mind and his hips would buck slightly with the muscle memory of the pleasure she brought out of him. This experience wasn't new, but it had been more than ten years since he had it happen to him. Straightening up, he allowed his mind to think back and he found that it was probably more like fifteen. He was just a punk back then. A woman in New Orleans took him for a ride and fucked his world up. She did things to him, and for him, he simply didn't think they were possible back then. It messed him up good for years after. Like a fool he called her and even begged her to take him again. Humiliating as it was, he still wouldn't mind visiting that bed again.

That woman in New Orleans was in her thirties, married to some rich guy who was currently out of the country. She told him she used to be an escort for the very rich. He believed her. He still believed her.

So, when a young little inexperienced piece of ass gave him muscle memory jerks thinking about her, it was mildly disturbing.

She was something though. He knew he was in for something of a surprise the way she handled herself at the bar. His comment about fucking her in the ass though stripped everything away except for girl-next-door, and it excited him to see her. He thought of that little ass, bent back, exposed, completely in his control and taking his cock last night, and another shudder passed through his hips and quirked his cock. "Shit!"

Nolan fought to believe that it was just being here with nothing to fuck for four months. But that was bullshit and he knew it. She did it for him. He wasn't quite sure exactly which of her qualities or attributes were key, but by two in the afternoon, he was starting to suspect that it was her, Kristina, that his body pined for.

This was slightly unacceptable. No slip of a girl was going to pussy whip him. Not at this stage of the game. He wasn't going straight and buying a house to play in just because of a good fuck. That wasn't going to happen. Still, he wouldn't mind tapping that ass again tonight.

She did make good on her challenge though. Had to give her that.

At three o’clock the door opened and Kristina came strolling in wearing jeans and another hot top. This one was red and it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra the way her breasts moved and shifted under a top which barely contained them.

She came up to the counter, made eye contact with him and then looked around waiting for him to come over. After wiping his hands he came over to the counter to see what she wanted, "What's up?"

"I need to get some things out of my car, and also I was wondering if you had a loaner I could rent."

"Rent?"

"Yeah, like for money. Just for today though."

"I got a truck you can use. Fill it up when you bring it back and it’s yours."

"Yeah? You sure?"

He shrugged, "I'm not using it today. Where you heading."

"Just down the road to Baker," she said.

Baker was a much larger town about twenty miles south.

"Shopping," she added.

He nodded his head, of course it was something like that, and grabbed the keys for the truck from under the counter, "Here."

She caught them in the air, gave him a warm smile and then began searching behind him for her car. "Go on back." He said, lifting the counter so she could pass. "Truck is just behind it, to the rear."

"Cool," she said and strode off without looking back.

He watched her go with interest rising in his cock. Her come-hither hips were moving perfectly with the pulse of his heartbeat. "Fuck," he sighed, trying to pull himself together.

She pulled two cases out of her car, and tossed them into the back of the black Chevy truck. Then she gave him a wave, jumped up into the cab and started the engine up. Moments later she was backing up and pulling away from the shop. She didn't even give him a hug or try to kiss him. He wouldn't have let her, not in the shop with his other mechanic lurking around, but that was beside the point.

Rubbing his chin, he watched the truck cross the road, to the hotel. She unloaded, taking less than a minute, and then she was back in the truck, heading for the freeway.

He walked back to the clutch he was working on, and got through the job without dropping something heavy on his foot or anything equally as stupid. But as distracted as he was now, it was a close thing.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Down in Baker, she used her GPS to find the sex shop. There was only one, and it was definitely in the off area of the small city. She got there before dark and hurried inside. She didn't waste any time browsing, she went straight to the counter and told the man there what she wanted. He didn't even flinch, he just reached behind his back, pulled a bottle off the shelf and rang up the sale.

In less than five minutes she was back on the road heading back to Eureka.

Passing Nolan's car shop, she gave it a little wave and giggled as she got to her hotel and parked the truck in front of her door. She locked it up, jumped out and dashed into her room, closing and locking the door behind her.

Stripping her clothes, she flopped back onto the bed, opened her laptop and went over the article about anal sex again.

With her rubber cock eventually inside her ass, she brought herself to several major climaxes which seriously made her wonder about becoming a sex addict. It didn't sound that bad of a way to go really. Better than drugs or booze.

She had just taken a shower and cleaned up the room, getting ready for bed, when Nolan knocked on her door. She was wrapped in a towel as she walked toward the door. It had to be Nolan, she didn't know anyone else. But this was much earlier than she expected. She thought he would blow her off until tomorrow and then maybe take her for that ride he promised.

She checked the peep hole and there he was. She opened the door a crack, "Yes? I was just getting into bed. Do you need the truck?"

"Did you fill it yet?"

"No, I was going to do that in the morning."

"No matter. Thought I would take you for that ride."

"Now?" she said, looking back at the clock on the nightstand.  "Tomorrow? I would really like to, but honestly I'm seriously tired. You really used me last night." She smiled at him, "Not complaining. Honest, but I'm still sore and stiff. Tomorrow, maybe we could ride to the ocean and then back here again?"

He looked her over, and she felt nude under his scrutiny. She really didn't want him to push, because her venus was trembling to have him again, she wouldn't be able to resist long. But while she got her training to the point of enjoying her ass today, she knew she wasn't ready to take him there yet. So it was his own damn fault she needed to wait.

"Tired huh?"

"Yeah," she said, in a hoping-you-understand voice. "If you really need something, I could suck you off again," she offered, and cursed her own weakness as soon as the words came out of her mouth.

He smiled, and took her chin in his hand and kissed her, "That's a tempting offer, but I'd rather take you tomorrow, I want a full ride."

She smiled, "I really want that too."

"Tomorrow then."

"What time you want me ready for you?"

"Six, and keep the truck. I won't need it for a while."

"Alright. I'll be ready at six," she told him, hoping her ass would be ready for him by that time.

"Take that towel down, I want to see you," he told her.

She felt herself blush a little, looking furtively around she opened the door a little more, and dropped her towel. She gazed submissively into his eyes, arching her back a little to press her breasts out and lift her ass. "Still liking what you see?"

He didn't answer but she saw he was hard in his jeans. It took everything ounce of will power not to reach out and stroke his cock. With her eyes fixed on his cock she said with a slight whimper, "Sure you wouldn't like me to suck you off? I'll do better than I did last night. I promise."

She saw something in his eyes that looked like a brief flash of shock before the lust filled them. But his voice said, "Naw, tomorrow though," he nodded. "You get some rest. You're going to need it."

A flush of apprehension went through her, "Alright. Tomorrow then."

She closed the door quietly and then leaned back against the wood, pressing the back of her head back, and squeezed her nipple while her hand got between her legs and rubbed between her slit to soothed her ache. "Well, that was a little disappointing," she murmured. "He wants me, but he can wait. Didn't even want a blow job. So, I'm nothing special, just better than anything else around."

She sighed and clicked off the light when she heard his bike start up. She watched him ride away through the curtain, and then got into bed.

Kristina tossed for nearly an hour before she pulled back out her rubber cock, lubed her ass and fucked herself as hard and deep as she could push herself. She rode the violent climax that came, twisting in the waves of blissful-agony that thrummed her body, and then fell to sleep, gripping her pillow, wondering if she really could have been ready. Obviously she wanted him more than he wanted her. He won the game. It was a silly game anyway, she thought as sleep claimed her.

***

The ride was an amazing thrill. Kristina held on to Nolan and squealed, giggled and howled all the way to the ocean. Once they arrived, she really didn't want to stop. She wanted to ride all night and then have Nolan ride her all day.

This afternoon she conceded game over. New-Kris was still desirable, but she wasn't going to pretend to be anything more than she was with Nolan for the rest of her stay. Her car was going to be fixed soon, and then she was on the road heading south to San Diego, and probably never going to see Nolan again. The least she could do for the victor was to give him who she really was, instead of a front she was trying to learn how to be.

The beach was covered in large rocks where the waves came in and bashed with roars of frustration and fury. She sat down on the rocks above and huddled inside her jacket, admiring the raw power and beauty. This was her first ocean experience. It was much better than she thought it would be. "Do you come down here quite a bit?" she asked, looking up to him.

"Not really, maybe once a month."

"It's beautiful," she told him, looking back out into the waters, "But, I think I liked the ride more. Sorry about squirming around so much. I was just so excited. I might have gotten off too," she smiled, a slight blush rising in her cheeks.

He bent his knees and hunkered down beside her, "No worries, lots of women get off on bikes."

"Yeah? You have lots of women Nolan?"

He nodded, looking out at the waves, "A few, here and there."

She shrugged off the threatening rise of jealously. He was a sexy beast. Of course he had lots of women. She was just one more. It wasn't like he owed her anything. She was leaving Saturday, or at the latest Monday. "I'm glad I am one of them," she admitted and leaned back against him.

"Yeah?" he said, a little shocked.

"Yeah," she said and turned a little to face him, "Look, I know you saw through my little woman-of-the-world act, and all that, but what the real Kristina would tell you is that I'm lost for you. I just want to be with you until I'm back on the road again."

"Not tired anymore?"

She blushed fully, "Honestly, I spent the day trying to learn how to take you in my ass, since you said you wanted to. I might have been able to take you last night, but I was still scared. Tonight though, I think I'm ready for you, if you'll start slow, please?"

"That why you went to Baker?"

She nodded and leaned back against him, "Needed lube."

"That's actually kinda sweet," he smiled and gave her a squeeze.

She snuggled into his arm and made happy noises.

"I'm going to take you to my house tonight," he said.

She shifted and looked at him, "But the lube?"

"I don't need your ass tonight. We'll save that for tomorrow, or something."

"Yeah?"

"If it's true confession time, I'm really into you as well," he looked out into the waters, "Bad timing all around really."

"I don't understand," she told him.

He looked into her eyes, and she was so open to him, so willing to listen, he told her the story about why he was stuck in Eureka, "There. Still taken by me?"

"Now that I know you hi-jack trucks you mean?"

"Yeah, that too."

"Yes, I am. I not sure why that's the case. I don't know if I could handle you going to prison. I think that would break me. But I suppose I knew all along you weren't just a mechanic in a hick town smaller than my home town. It just didn't fit. You are so much larger than this place."

He held her for a long time, as they watched the waves and she enjoyed his strength wrapped around her, "Nolan?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you think I was a silly girl if I wanted to stay with you for a while? You know, like at your house?"

"Would you think I was a silly old man if I told you I would love you to do that?"

"No," she said.

"Then come on, let me take you to your new home. At least your new home as long as you want it to be."

"That could be a very long time," she warned him, rising from the rocks with him and letting him pull her by the hand back to his bike.

"I'm seriously hoping so," he told her.

"Even though I'm not a tough biker chick?"

"Even though," he agreed.

She climbed on the back of his bike, wrapping her arms around him and giggling when the bike started up between her legs. "Nolan?"

"Yes?"

"Can I suck you off as soon as we get to your place?"

"I think we can arrange that," he nodded.

"Good, cause I've been dying for you since last night. You teased me so bad!"

Nolan let the clutch out, and the bike leaped back on the road heading east toward home and bed and morning with Kristina living in his house.

His heart was pounding wildly in his chest with relief. Walking away last night was the hardest thing he had ever done, and he knew he would never be able to do it again. He was hooked, and hooked bad. She could have told him to come with her to San Diego, and he would have panted after her.

Nolan drove through the night, feeling luckier than a man had a right to feel in exile. Thank god for his light blue eyes and truck drivers. Hell, with this case still looking for him, he might just have to go legit. Putting his hand on hers at his waist he felt her snuggle closer to him. Yeah, this was going to be something worth keeping. About damn time too.