Old School (A Bad Boy Biker Romance) (3 page)

“Fine, one kiss on the cheek. No touching anywhere else and you leave my car right away and open the garage door. Deal?”

It was playing with fire and we both knew it but Vince agreed. I pressed my thighs together as he leaned in to kiss me and I could feel how aroused that I was.

Just hold on a little bit, Lola. When you get home you can have a bath and take out your frustration on the pressure taps in the bath. We can even stop in the sex store on the way home and buy a new vibrator. Whatever you do, don't kiss him. Do. Not. Kiss. Him.

I bargained and pleaded with myself but it was no use. Vince's lips barely brushed my cheek for a second but I felt a shock run through my entire body. I hadn't been touched by a man in so long that I hadn't realized how much I had missed it. I needed this, even if it was a bad idea. I needed him, even if it was just for the night.

I took a deep breath before I spoke.

“That was a quick kiss,” I said quietly, “Almost too quick.”

Vince raised one eyebrow at me and smiled, obviously intrigued by what he was saying. I hoped that he wouldn't gloat. Thankfully, he didn't.

“Are you saying that I should kiss you again, baby doll?”

“It's Lola, not baby doll. And...yeah, I guess so,” I said reluctantly. A part of me was hoping that he would reject me but I knew he wouldn't. There was no way.

To my surprise, Vince grabbed my chin with one hand and and ran his thumb over my lips, once and then once again. The second time I parted my lips and sucked his thumb just a little bit, making sure that he knew what I wanted.

His eyes widened at the gesture and I could tell without looking that he was hard. Success. “Lola,” he breathed, before grabbing my face and kissing me hard. His tongue was hot and wet, darting into my mouth and working wonders before moving out and repeating again. His hand ran down my side, caressing my waist and the soft curves of my hip before grabbing my ass tight. I had forgotten how good it felt to be grabbed like that. His hands were so strong and calloused, a stark contrast to my own soft manicure. My body felt like it was on fire. I needed him to touch me everywhere.

I pulled away from the kiss, wondering if it was too late for me to shut this down. It really wasn't a good idea, no matter how amazing it felt. I wasn't a one night stand kind of girl anyway.

“Vince,” I said, but it turned into a moan as he began to kiss and nibble at my neck while rubbing my breasts. There was no going back now. I was too horny. I wanted him too much.

I let him pull down the front of my dress and open the front of my bra to reveal my breasts. I could tell that he liked them by the look on his face and by the way that he couldn't stop pawing at them, kissing them and biting them in just the right places. I loved every minute of it and felt my body growing more and more sensitive with each touch. He was good at this. Too good. He must do this a lot, I thought to myself.

However, my thoughts were soon interrupted by Vince's hand slipping between my legs. I didn't struggle or resist in any way. I wanted, no needed him to touch me and pleasure me the way no one had in so long.

“You're all wet,” he whispered as he rubbed me through my panties, a smug smile on his face. He loved this. I wanted to slap him but he knew just how to touch me through that thin strip of lace. I didn't want him to stop.

“Fuck,” I moaned, tilting my head back and giving in to the ecstasy, “Holy fuck you're good at that.”

“That's not all I'm good at,” he said, winking at me. His fingers continued to rub my aching clit through my panties, providing just the right friction that I needed. I felt myself coming close to the edge all too soon. How could this stranger know my body so well? I hadn't even been able to give myself an orgasm until college. There was no time for me to think about it.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon,” I moaned, arching my back as Vince looked on in delight. He was relishing his power over me and I hated him for it.

Worst of all, before I could give in to my desperately growing need for release, he stopped. “What the fuck?” I exclaimed, frustrated at his teasing. “Why'd you stop?”

I winked at me again.

“It's not time to cum yet,” he said, a huge grin on his face, “There'll be plenty of time for that. Now take your panties off.”

His smugness infuriated me but I was no in no position to argue with him. I did what he said and wriggled out of my panties. To his delight I went one step further than that and removed my dress as well. Vince wolf whistled at the sight of my naked body.

“Fuck Lola, you're so hot,” he said. It felt good to have a man talk about me like that, even if the man in question was a total jerk off.

“I know,” I said, nonchalantly as I could, “Now how do you wanna fuck me?”

I got the answer when Vince pulled me right onto his lap. There weren't that many options in my cramped little car anyway. This one was good.

Vince watched a I removed his belt, tossing it to the side. I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, along with his underwear. His cock was a sight for sore eyes, to say the least. I couldn't help but exclaim at its size.

“Holy shit!”

Vince shrugged, looking pleased with himself. He obviously had this kind of reaction all the time. “It's a little above average I guess,” he said, purposely playing it down. I decided that his ego didn't need any more inflating and didn't engage with him anymore.

Instead I took his hard cock in my hand and lined it up with the entrance of my pussy. It would be the biggest cock that I'd ever had inside me but that didn't faze me. I was too wet now for it to be a problem.

I slid it inside me, wincing slightly at the girth. Vince grabbed my hips and pulled me down until it was all the way inside.

“Fuck, you're tight,” he said. I didn't have time to respond as he grabbed me and kissed me as he held onto my hips and made them move up and down the length of his thick shaft. It felt incredible being filled up like that. Vince fucked me so roughly too, biting my tits and pulling my hair as he moved inside me. I knew I wouldn't last long.

Vince continued to thrust into me, making me cry out in pleasure at every movement. How had I lasted this long without the feeling of a hard cock inside me? Vince seemed to know how to hit every nerve until my body was overcome with pleasure.

“You gonna cum?” he grunted, as his cock continued to pound my pussy. I could only nod as the pleasure began to take hold. I gave one last scream of ecstasy and gave in, not holding back any longer.

Vince kept going for a little bit more, moving inside my now highly sensitive pussy as I came down from my orgasm. However the pleasure soon got the best of him and he gave a low grunt, dug his fingers into my hips and came inside me.

I stayed sitting on his lap for a moment or two, the two of us just panting and looking at each other. It wasn't long before the absurdity of the situation hit me and I sat back into the drivers seat. “Shit,” I muttered, “Shit shit shit.”

Vince pulled up his pants and looked at me with vague curiosity. He didn't give a shit that I was distressed and I wasn't expecting him to, but he seemed mildly interested.

“What's up sugar tits? Was that good enough for ya or do you wanna go again?” he asked. I glared at his shamelessness but by the look on his face I could tell that he was actually serious. Could he really get hard again that quickly? I wasn't sure whether I should take that as I compliment or a sign that he slept around way too much.

“I'm fine, thank you. And no, one round was enough,” I struggled into my dress, mindful of the fact that Vince was watching my every move, “ You got what you wanted so you can go now.”

Vince laughed at my bluntness.

“OK, OK. So I got what I wanted. But judging by how hard you bit me when you came, you got what you wanted too? I always make sure the lady cums before I do, isn't that nice?” he said teasingly. It was a hell of a lot more considerate than most guys I'd been with, who didn't give a shit if I came or not. Vince didn't need any more compliments though. His self esteem was, if anything, a little too high. The regret of letting my arousal get the best of me was already starting to form. I felt really slutty and all I wanted now was to be alone.

“Whatever. Get out of my car please.”

Vince actually looked hurt at my harsh words. What could I say? I didn't like to beat around the bush. We'd had our fun and now it was time for me to go home and regret everything in a nice warm bath.

“Come on, why are you so mean?” he said, frowning at me, “Are you always like this?”

“Always. Now piss off.”

He did what I asked him to do. I couldn't say that I was not relieved.

Vince

My friends always described me as a 'ladies man' or a 'player'. Actually, it wasn't just friends. This blonde girl who I fucked in the broom closet at my cousin's wedding called me a player when I didn't call her afterwards. I'd only taken her number to be polite and had no intention of calling her once I had gotten my rocks off. I thought that she knew that I never called girls after. It just wasn't my style.

“You're a player, Vince!” she sobbed from the other end of the phone. I had no idea how she had gotten my number, which was usually kept as something of a state secret, “Just a no good player!” She said it like it was a bad thing but I wasn't insulted. I was good with women. How could anyone take that as an insult? I was good at charming them, winning them over and getting them to bend over for me. I was good at leaving once I'd gotten what I wanted. So what if I wasn't the settling down type? Fucking a different girl every night was most guys' dream come true, but I was actually living it. I never made promises that I couldn't keep and I never screwed the same girl twice. That mostly kept things fun. Yeah, I got a few clingers once and a while like that blonde chick, but things were mostly cool.

I could honestly say that Lola was like no girl I had ever met or fucked in my entire life. Of course she was beautiful, but I was used to beauty. I'd had three ways with supermodels and fucked porn stars in my living room. That was nothing new. No, Lola had something different. She was spunky, and I liked it.

She also hit me with her car, which also made for a memorable introduction. I guess I knew right away that I wasn't going to forget her.

The thing that got me the most was how bitchy Lola was. She had to reel it in a little at first. After all, she had destroyed my bike and almost killed me in the process. Still, that didn't stop her for long. Even so, I could tell that she wanted me.

The sex was nothing short of mind blowing. Like I said, I'd been with a lot of girls and had some great times. Every single one had a slightly different fucking style to the last and liked different things. Lola was something else though. Something about that girl entranced me in a way that no one else ever had. We hadn't even done any crazy Kama Sutra shit. She kicked me out of her car afterwards and after putting up a little bit of a fight I went and watched her drive away. I kept watching until long after her car had disappeared from my line of sight, a strange feeling in my chest.

This girl was different. That was all I knew. I was actually kind of disappointed that she didn't want to stick around after I'd fucked her. It wasn't exactly hard to overstay your welcome with me, but Lola kept me wanting more. I shook my head.

“Get it together, Vince,” I muttered. Maybe I did have a concussion after all.

Lola

The only good thing about working at the fashion magazine was that I had weekends off. Usually I spent my Saturdays sleeping in and hanging around in my pajamas all day. If there was a party going on that my friends wanted to go to I would usually tag along. The unfortunate exception was when I was forced to go to a local fashion show or boutique opening to report on it for the magazine. I had always adored the artistry that came with fashion design, but the industry itself wasn't the creative haven I had been expecting.

This Saturday, however, I wasn't lucky enough to spend the day in bed or unfortunate enough to be assigned a fashion show or a boutique. Instead, I had to bring my car in for a service. After the incident that I was trying my hardest to forget I was worried that my car might be more damaged than it looked. After sleeping with Vince like that I was also worried about the state of my head, but I didn't mention that to the mechanic.

“You're gonna want to remove any personal items before you leave,” said the mechanic. Even in my casual weekend outfit of a fluffy sweater and tight jeans, I could see him checking out my body. God, men were so basic. Why on earth did I ever waste my time with them?

“I have everything,” I said. 'Everything' included thirteen hair ties, my spare work shoes, a pair of fluffy dice, four empty coffee cups and a lipstick with too much fluff on it to ever be used again. I'd given the car a once over before bringing it in to avoid any potential embarrassment.

The mechanic raised his eyebrows at me and opened the car door. He slipped his hand under the passenger seat and pulled out an expensive looking brown leather belt.

I instantly recognized who it belonged to and felt my face becoming inflamed, but I did my best to stay cool.

“Oh, that's my boyfriend's belt,” I said. It didn't sound good, but it sounded marginally better than 'that's the dude I ran over and then had sex with's belt'. The mechanic gave me a smile, obviously jumping to annoying conclusions as to how it got there.

“You guys got a little distracted on a drive, right?” he said. The most annoying thing about this conclusion was that it was one hundred percent correct. I cursed myself for not checking the car more thoroughly before I brought it in.

“He probably just needed to change belts,” I said, taking it from him and shoving it into my purse, “Thanks for finding it though. I'm sure he'll be happy.”

The mechanic looked me up and down again.

“I don't know how I couldn't be happy with a gal like you,” he grinned, “Looks expensive, he must be doing OK.”

I decided not to engage in the conversation anymore and told the mechanic that I had to go. I did really, I'd agreed to meet my friends Allison and Janey at the mall for a coffee and some window shopping. I may have exaggerated how urgently I had to get there, but I needed to get away. The mechanic was grating on my last nerve. There was something about men in that profession that just seemed to rub me up the wrong way lately. At least he hadn't literally rubbed me up the wrong way like Vince had. Though, being honest, it felt nothing but right in the moment.

I hurried away and walked the ten blocks or so that I needed to pace through to get to the mall. It wasn't technically a mall, it was actually a 'deluxe shopping complex'. Translation: A bunch of high end stores and fancy cafes with eight dollar coffee grouped together in one big fancy building. Less teenagers making out by the fountain and more classical music and perfume piped through the vents. It was the kind of place that up until recently, I wouldn't have set foot in with a resume, forget to actually shop. Now I had some money things were different. I got manicures and waxing and my hair was cut every few weeks and most of my outfits cost more than my entire college wardrobe. Things were good.

The giant clock above the fountain stated that I was early. Too early, Allison and Janey wouldn't be here for another hour and thirty minutes. I had time to burn and no idea what to do with it. Normally, I would have wandered around the stores and picked up a few little treats for myself, which I was perfectly entitled to do, but the beauty and clothing stores intimidated me. The sales assistants were all beautiful girls with perfectly painted faces and outfits that flattered every contour of their willowy bodies. I had no doubt that they would look at me in my casual jeans and tight sweater, combined with a bare face and sneer. I wasn't in the mood for that kind of treatment.

I walked past those stores and came across an odd little store that didn't quite seem to fit in with the tone of the place. It sold various car and motorcycle accessories. That kind of stuff had never really caught my interest, but the place looked more welcoming than the other stores and the only sales assistant was a nerdy looking guy about my age, who didn't even look up when I stepped in. No judgment here. This might be a good place to waste some time. Maybe I could even treat myself to something nice for the car.

I began to realize why the store was in the mall when I started looking at the items for sale and their hefty prices. They were selling very similar furry dice to my pair, but these were made of actual mink and scented with lavender. For their price I could have bought thirty of my shabby little dice. I gazed aimlessly at the ridiculous items, wondering what it must be like to spend money so freely on such stupid things.

A pair of girls wandered in, gossiping together as they passed me by. They were both about my age, one blonde and one redhead, both svelte and pretty and dressed in the kind of outfits that you could only buy in a fancy mall like this. They headed straight for the bike accessories without even glancing at the mink dice.

“I don't think they have it, Sophie,” said the redhead gently. The blonde shook her head and rifled through the assorted items, tossing them aside when she didn't see what she wanted.

“Don't be stupid, they have to. I read on the website that they're releasing to stores nationwide today,” she said, “God this place is such a shithole!”

“Excuse me miss!” stuttered the cashier nervously. For a moment I thought he was talking to me but it soon became obvious it was aimed towards the blonde, “You're messing up the display.”

She rolled her eyes, but stopped rooting around and looked at him.

“It's not a very good display if I can't find what I'm looking for, is it?” she picked up a leather pouch , obviously meant to be clipped on to the biker's belt to keep money and other such things as they rode. It looked good enough to me but this Sophie girl didn't seem to think so, “I mean really, this is the kind of shit you think people want to see? I bet I could find the exact same quality shit at Wall-Mart.”

The redhead giggled. “Ew, Sophie!”

The cashier sighed and shot me a depressed look before moving from behind the counter and walking over to the girls. I wondered if he might kick them out but I quickly figured that he wouldn't. These were the kind of girls who fit in at malls like this. The kind of girls that sales assistants were meant to bend over backwards for. It hadn't been long ago that I had been working a shitty retail job so I pitied the guy a little.

“Ladies, is there something in particular you're looking for?” he asked, doing his best to keep the exasperation from his voice but not quite managing it.

The two girls looked at each other and giggled again. They had to be at least twenty-four but they were acting like a pair of fourteen-year-olds.

“She's looking for something,” said the redhead, nudging her friend. This only made Sophie giggle more. I could tell that the sales assistant was dying inside and I couldn't blame him.

“Shush Erica! Don't embarrass me!”

“What might you be looking for?” asked the assistant. He had the patient of a saint. Either that or he was paid on commission. I tried my best not to make it obvious that I was eavesdropping by pretending to examine the mink dice once again, but the girls were oblivious to me.

“Do you have any Vinny's Bikes stuff? It said on the website that their new range is nationwide from today. I wanted to pick up a few things,” said Sophie, trying to abstain from giggling for a second. The name was like a bucket of ice cold water thrown over my body. Vinny's Bikes wasn't Vince's place, wasn't it? I tried to convince myself that I had heard wrong but there was no way. “We did get a shipment in this morning but I haven't had time to put out the products yet. It's mostly finger less gloves and helmets and stuff like that, nothing special. Though based on the prices you'd think they were made of gold,” the guy smiled at the two of them, “I can find you some very similar items for a fraction of the price.”

“No!” exclaimed Sophie, “No fucking way! God, do you speak English? It has to be Vinny's Bikes. I don't want any of this other shit.”

Erica, the redhead, looked embarrassed at her friend's hysteria. She gave the alarmed cashier an apologetic look.

“It's really important to Sophie to invest in quality goods. She's really into this bike stuff and she has her heart set on Vinny's Bikes,” she said gently. Her face suddenly became more stern, “I'm sure we won't have to talk to your manager about this if you just go in the back and find us the goods.” The assistant nodded eagerly, obviously taking the hint. The way they talked to him made me so angry, but I knew that I would be an idiot to interrupt.

“Sure, sure of course. I'm so sorry ladies, I didn't know. I'll get those boxes out here for you right away,” he said, before disappearing into the back room.

As soon as he was gone the two girls exchanged glances and burst into peels of cruel laughter. “Oh my god, did you see that!” exclaimed the redhead, “What a loser!”

The blonde put a stupid expression on her face in a ridiculous imitation of the guy.

“I'll get those boxes right away! Pathetic. Ugh,” I must have been glaring at her because suddenly she caught my eye and scowled, “What are you looking at?”

Shit. My face was too damn expressive.

“Oh me? Nothing,” I said, putting the dice back into place. I wasn't done yet though. I moved towards them and I could see them tensing up as if we were going to throw down, “You just seem to be really into motorcycles. I was thinking of getting one and I could use some advice.”