Ride Dirty
Authors: Remi Fox
Ride
Dirty
Remi Fox
RIDE DIRTY
Copyright© 2016 by Remi Fox
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Cory
“Cory!” the brunette with the fucking bangin’ body squealed as I pulled a black bandana from the dresser and blindfolded her. I’d brought her home from a party last night, I couldn’t remember her name, maybe she hadn’t even told me, who cared. She was one of those moto hos, always hanging around us riders just begging to be
ridden
. We’d already fucked twice, but I planned to get in one more time before I pushed her ass out the door.
“Turn around,” I commanded. She obeyed, pushing up onto her knees on the mattress and swiveling around. I pulled a second bandana out and grabbed both her hands. “Hands on the rail.” She reached her small, trembling fingers out and gripped the wrought iron railing on my headboard. I wrapped the second bandana around both her wrists and secured them tightly to the rail.
I leaned in close enough to hear that her breathing was already unsteady, she shifted back and forth anxiously on her knees, anxiously awaiting me. “You want my cock, baby?” I inched in even closer and let my rock hard cock rub against her smooth ass cheek. She moaned in response and bit down on her bottom lip while pressing her body backwards into me.
“Don’t move unless I tell you to.” I warned. I pulled back and she let out a frustrated sigh. I reached out and gave her butt cheek a stinging slap. She moaned in response. “You like that huh, baby?” I spanked her again, leaving a light pink mark on her perfect skin. She stuck her ass out farther, waiting for more attention.
I leaned back into her and rubbed the moist tip of my dick down over her ass crack, stopping between her thighs right behind her pussy. A shiver went through her body. I moved my lips right next to her ear. “Are you ready for me, baby? Is that pussy wet for me?”
She sucked in a sharp breath and nodded. “Yes! Please, fuck me. I’m dying to have you in me.” Her ass wiggled against me, causing my cock to throb more.
I reached my right hand around her tight, little body and slid it down her stomach to her pussy. My fingers slid through the creamy moisture of her sex. “You are so fucking wet.” I groaned. I pulled my hand back up and coaxed my soaking fingers into her mouth. She moaned as her skilled tongue erotically licked and sucked on my fingers. The feeling caused more pre-cum to drip from the tip of my erection.
I couldn’t take it any longer. I pulled my hand away and climbed off the bed. I reached over and grabbed a condom from the top of my dresser. I rolled it on and crawled back over the bed on my knees. She was sticking her ass out as far as possible now. Waiting for my assault. I grabbed her thighs and scooted them back and spread them apart. I reached between them and lightly ran my fingers over her wet, sensitive pussy, coaxing out even more moisture. I wrenched her ass out toward me even farther and took a firm hold of her hips as I slid my more than ready cock into her. As soon as my dick penetrated her she cried out with pleasure. Her head fell forward as she took each of my thrusts, meeting them with her own movement. I kept one hand planted on her hip and reached forward with the other to grab her long, dark hair. My hand pulled her head straight back.
As her head tilted back she cried out, “Fuck, Cory, that feels so fuuucking good.”
I let her hair go and reached my hand around to her clit. I rubbed it in rhythm with the thrusts of my cock. In a matter of moments, I felt her pussy clench around my cock and her entire body pulsed with a raging orgasm. I picked up my pace, jamming in harder and harder, and after a few more moments I groaned with my release. I pulled out and collapsed down on the mattress. The girl was still hanging from her bound hands in exhaustion.
She was still breathing heavily. “Uh, can you untie me now?”
I glanced up at her, a mischievous smirk on my face—not that she could see my expression. “I think I’ll keep you just like that. I’m enjoying the view.”
“What? You can’t do that! Come untie me,” she pleaded.
I laughed. “Okay, fine.” I sat up and reached over to untie her blindfold first then her wrists. She slumped down on the bed and let out a long sigh as her eyelids fluttered shut.
“I hate to cut the party short, but I’ve got to go in a few minutes. Which means, you’ve got to go.” I swung my leg over the side of the bed and stood up. “It’s been fun, babe.” I winked to her as I headed to the bathroom to get ready.
Chapter 2
Sam
My phone buzzed across the countertop as I added the last touches of mascara to my eyes. I closed the tube of blackest black makeup and tossed it in the drawer before glancing down at the new message from Jessie on my screen.
Jessie and I had been best friends since the third grade, back when bonds were formed solely based on your soccer team during recess, and boys were only known for the cooties they carried. A lot had changed since then, friends had come and gone and countless boys had gained and subsequently lost their allure, but our bond had always remained strong. Jessie had just turned twenty-three the week before and my turn was coming up quickly. She had guilted me into going to some off-road, dirt filled bro-fest with her. She’d put on her big sad puppy dog eyes and pleaded, ‘C’mon it’s for my birthday. I promise you’ll have fun, and there will be tons of hot guys there.’ Now, Jessie and I had very different definitions of ‘hot guys’, which was probably one of the reasons we’d always gotten along so well—no guys to fight over, but I’d agreed to join her.
I grabbed my purse off the dresser and took one last glance at my hair in the mirror that hung over it. I’d just had my hair done the day before, and although I didn’t particularly like drawing attention to myself, I loved how the platinum blonde color shone in my reflection. I spun around and headed out.
Jessie’s lifted, white pickup truck sat parked on the front curb and she yelled out to me through the open window. “Damn girl, I told you that skirt would be perfect on you!”
I uncomfortably pulled the black mini skirt that Jessie had lent me down as far as possible, which wasn’t very far, before jumping up into the passenger seat. I shifted in the seat, tugging on the hem again. “I don’t know how you wear these all the time, Jess. I feel like I might as well have just forgone the clothing altogether. Could have just worn my panties.”
She smiled at me and let out her contagiously bright laugh. “Well, that’s also an option. I can assure you that you wouldn’t be the only one walking around in booty shorts.”
I playfully rolled my eyes at her. “Great. What the hell kinda place are you taking me to?”
She leaned forward and turned the ignition. The truck roared to life. “I promise it will be fun. Katie just sent me a text and she said the freestyle moto guys are going to be putting on a demo in an hour or so.”
Jessie had always been the partier, the wild girl who everyone knew and loved. I, on the other hand, was much more reserved and well, for lack of a better word, tame. About a year ago, she had gotten a job as a spokes model for an energy drink company, and she loved everything about the lifestyle she led. While she traveled around wearing teeny tiny outfits and partying, I spent my time working in a local bookstore. I think the fact that we were so different was what had made our relationship so strong. We’d been through what felt like everything together over the years, and our diverse tastes did nothing more than expand each other’s scope of life. So while I’d never really watched motocross before, I had to admit I was sort of excited for the new experience.
“Cool. I’d love to see that live.”
Her grin widened as she stepped on the gas and pulled out onto the highway. “One of the guys, Josh, he’s so sexy, I swear even you are going to melt when you see him.” She gushed on about how magnificent this ‘Josh’ guy was. “I definitely wouldn’t mind him throwing me up against a wall.”
I laughed. “Jeeze, way to be subtle. No wonder you always wear these tiny ass skirts, now I get it.”
“Hey!” She scrunched her face up at me in pretend irritation then nodded as she faced back toward the road. “Trust me. When you see this guy, you’re going to be thinking the same exact thing.”
I smiled. “I’ve got some pretty high expectations now. I hope he can live up to them.”
Chapter 3
Cory
“Hey, bro,” Chad walked up and we bumped fists. “Looked like you had a good time last night. I saw you leaving with that brunette dime piece.” He gave me a nod of approval.
I couldn’t contain the cocky smile that appeared on my face. “Sure as fuck did. Had three great times, in fact.”
Chad reached out for another fist bump. “Props, dude, props.” He walked off toward the registration booth.
I stepped up into the back of the rig and unhooked my bike, throwing the tie-downs off to the side. I gripped the handlebars and guided my motorcycle backwards down the ramp and out of the trailer. The stand was already waiting next to the line of bikes. I wheeled mine over and heaved it up onto the aluminum stand.
Mike, our manager, approached with his clipboard in hand. “Hey, Steele, time for the track walk.” He glanced down at the schedule on his board. “You guys are up in forty-five minutes.”
“All right, boss, I’ll head over there right now.”
There were already fans sitting in the grandstands as I entered the stadium. I saw Josh, The Commander, standing at the base of a kicker. He’d been in the freestyle moto game longer than any of us, and he knew his shit. His experience and skills had earned him the nickname ‘Commander’.
I gave him a head nod as I approached. “How’s it goin’?”
He looked up and returned my nod. “Steele, good, bro. The track looks all set.” We stood in silence scoping out the various jumps for a few minutes. Josh gave me a slight nod as he spun around and walked off. I walked the track on my own for a few more minutes and headed back to the rig to get ready. The course looked pretty sick, I was going to be able to stick with my planned lineup.
Chapter 4
Sam
After almost an hour on the road, Jessie finally pulled off and turned into a huge parking lot. The sign at the entrance read ‘Fairground Parking Only’. She whipped her giant truck around into a tiny spot near the front of the lot and threw it into park.
“We’re here!” She squealed enthusiastically.
Through the windshield, I could see a chain link fence surrounding a ton of trucks with trailers. Each of the large trailers seemed to don a different colorful logo. Beyond all of the vehicles there was a stadium bordered by sections of grandstands. Hundreds of people lined the metal benches but I couldn’t see what they were all watching.
I glanced over at Jessie. She was applying a fresh layer of lip gloss and ensuring her teased hair was still perfect in the rearview mirror. Satisfied with her appearance, which was flawless, as usual, she turned to me. “Let’s go meet our future boyfriends!”
“You mean
your
future boyfriends,” I corrected her.
Jess shook her head at me with her usual air of confidence. “Nope, I mean
ours
.”
I pulled the handle and pushed the door open with my boot before dropping down onto the pavement with a thud. I swear, no matter how many times I’d been in Jessie’s truck, I couldn’t figure out how to dismount from the damn thing with any amount of grace. I slammed the door shut and walked around the front. We were only two steps away from the parking spot when a girl, dressed in the smallest plaid ‘skirt’, if you could even call it that, and a black bikini top, came up behind us and laced her arm through Jessie’s.
“Hey! I’m so glad you came today! Rex hired some new girl for the weekend, and she is a total bitch. I wish you were working today. Oh, by the way, happy birthday!” The girl spit out all her thoughts without ever stopping to take a breath. Maybe she’d had one too many of those energy drinks this morning?
Jess grinned at her very energetic friend. “Thank you. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be in town to work this weekend so I didn’t get scheduled.” She turned back to me. “Megan, this is my best friend, Sam.”
“Hey, Sam, nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Megan replied, and quickly turned back to Jessie.
“Same here.” I added somewhat as an afterthought to our short exchange.
“You’ll never guess who Chad hooked up with. Danielle! Can you believe that? I never liked that bitch.” Megan blurted out.
Jessie glanced at me real quick then turned to her co-worker. “No way. That totally sucks. You don’t need any of his crap anyway. Let Danielle deal with his bullshit now.”
Megan nodded in agreement. “You’re right. Plus—there are plenty of way hotter guys out here today. Including Josh.” She winked at Jessie.
I swear I caught my, normally cool as ice, friend blush a bit at the sound of his name. She dropped the girl’s arm and looped her other arm through mine. “Well we’re going to head in. See you later.”
Megan waved us off and as soon as we were out of her earshot Jessie turned to me and shook her head. “That girl is so dramatic. Sometimes she’s just too much for me even.”
I laughed, secretly relieved to hear that she found her irritating as well. “Well she does come off a bit strong.”
“You can say that again. Her natural personality combined with all the caffeine is exhausting. That guy Chad she was talking about is her ex-boyfriend, they haven’t been together for months but she is still obsessing over his every move.”
As we passed through the entrance gate a sudden roar of engines filled the air. Jessie hopped up and took a skip step as she grabbed my hand and dragged me along through the crowd toward the stadium. “Come on, Sam! They’re getting started right now.”
I picked up my pace and caught up to her. As we rounded the front of the stands, an entire arena of steep ramps and dirt jumps came into view. I followed behind Jess as she climbed the loud metal steps. A roaring engine caught my attention and I spun around just in time to see a guy on a dirt bike flying off the lip of the first huge ramp. He leaned over and pulled the motorcycle sideways in the air until both he and the bike appeared to be parallel with the horizon line. I stood stunned for a moment, completely captivated as he righted the wheels just in time for a smooth dirt landing. I felt Jessie tug on my arm and heard her laugh.
“See, I told you you’d like it.” She looked very satisfied that her prediction had come true. She patted her hand on the bench next to her. “Now take a seat and enjoy the show.” She grinned at me. “But remember, the real show starts once the helmets . . . and other things . . . come off” she added with a mischievous wink.
I turned my attention back to the course just as the rider pulled up off another ramp and into a backflip. I think my jaw probably dropped halfway to the ground as the red bike quickly rotated and landed perfectly on the hard packed dirt. A buzzer sounded and he pulled off the side of the track to rejoin the line of helmeted men. Next, a shiny blue motorcycle wheelied out onto the dirt and the man riding it leaned forward with his elbows up near the sides of his head as he throttled towards the first jump. As the bike floated through the sky he swung his legs up and around the front fender and tapped his heels together over the handlebars before regaining his seat and landing.
“What the—” I started to say.
Jessie lifted her chin towards the jump. “They call that a
heel clicker.
”
Just then the rider slid off the bike and held onto only the back fender as he stretched his body out flat in the air. I was shocked at the moves this guy was pulling.
“And that is what we call a
Superman
.” She added without ever taking her eyes off the guy.
He finished his run with a few more impressive tricks and pulled off the track. As he was riding away I saw the back of his jersey. It read ‘STEELE’.
Jessie squealed and gave my arm a quick squeeze. “Ooh here comes Josh!”
Josh was riding a flat black bike and wearing grey and black gear. He gave the stands a nod of his helmet as he pulled out onto the dirt, and the crowd, especially the women, went wild. I’m pretty sure I even heard a few girls yelling ‘Marry me!’ as he rode past. I was amused by their reactions and laughed to myself. The back of his jersey said ‘COMMANDER’. I turned to Jessie to ask if that was his last name, but she was fully occupied admiring Josh. I swear I saw her eyes fill with hearts, just like they always do in cartoons when the characters are love-struck, as she watched him.
Josh hit the first ramp super fast and pulled a backflip, the guy clearly knew how to play a crowd. The audience went completely nuts and a large majority of people, including my best friend, stood on their feet to watch the rest of his run. He continued with a whole set of insane maneuvers, finishing the last jump with some move that required him to latch his feet under the handlebars while straightening his body into the air. Essentially, he was dangling the motorcycle from his feet.
A big voice boomed over the loud speaker. “Another great run from the Commander. What perfect execution on that final cliffhanger.”
Jessie placed her hand dramatically over her chest and looked to me. “Isn’t he amazing?”
“He definitely isn’t a novice.” I teased.
After the rest of the riders completed their runs, the judges deliberated for a few minutes before selecting a winner.
The announcer returned to his microphone. “In first place we have Josh ‘The Commander’ Lawrence.” Everyone cheered and clapped their hands together as he rode out to the podium in the center of the arena. “Second place goes to Cory Steele.” The crowd cheered again as he pulled up next to Josh. “And in third place we have Grant Anderson.” The applause and cheering continued until all three men were next to each other. They each removed their helmets and hung them on their handlebars.
Jessie had been right. “Damn those are some hot ass guys!” I exclaimed. Josh was pretty sexy. He had a nearly shaved head and dark eyes. His huge collection of tattoos was evident as ink poked out the top of his jersey and covered the skin all the way up his neck. The third place victor definitely wasn’t too hard on the eyes either. But the one who had really caught my attention was the runner up.
Steele
, as his jersey had named him, had a face that could make you forget the existence of the rest of the world. The side of his mouth lifted into a smile as he nodded to the fans. He scanned his eyes across the audience, and as they passed our section he paused for a moment. I’m sure I was probably just imagining it, but it felt like his piercing green gaze had landed directly on me. I pulled in a sharp breath and felt my stomach do an instant flip-flop as my eyes met his stare. The energy I felt from our eye contact shattered as he turned back to face the trophy girl.
The girl who was presenting the awards was a tall, perfectly tanned, beautiful blonde. Her giant breasts nearly spilled from her top as she bent down from the podium, in her leather halter and matching short shorts, and placed a medal around each of their necks.
Jessie stood and grabbed my hand. “Let’s head back out there. An awesome band is going to be playing in a few minutes.”