The Biker Giant's Claim: Ride To Desire

4

Silas~

Blipping the throttle with my palms, the engine roared aloud as we all drove to the biker stop in the club basement, and slowly, everywhere went silent as we all turned off the engine and hopped off the bikes. I pulled out my helmet just like the others, shoved my hair once, and then hung my helmet on the bike.

I stretched my jacket and pushed back the ring on my index finger when Brook let out a loud yawn.

Carter burst into laughter, “Hungry to get sucked? There are so many women out there waiting to get it done…” he teased while I kept running my fingers through my hair. “I need something hot down my throat. Anyone in?”

“Sure, dude!” I cut in as we marched out of the basement together into the clubroom. I climbed onto the long stool and had the barman pour me some brandy into the glass with Carter, and I sipped from it, feeling the hotness down my throat, causing me to gasp.

As usual, the club was filled with lots of women who never piqued my interest, and here were my men, casting their gazes from one corner to the other. The loud music was buzzing, and my forehead might soon begin responding to it with a throb, so I needed to make way for myself after spending some time with the others.

Carter had already finished his drink and had the barman pour him another, his palm wrapped around the glass. “You know what? I respect Barron for never being picky with these sluts. Are you seeing him with those three sluts after a tiring road trip? Now I want to imagine how he would get them all f****d…” he cracked and sipped a mouthful from his glass. “But Brook is still searching for a Mexican woman, when every one of them here got some pussy.”

“Not all, man…” Brook turned around, scratching the back of his neck. “There are some p*****s that ain't gonna satiate your urge, and only a Mexican p***y does that for me.”

“Good for you knowing the kinda p***y your d**k craves…” I uttered, and we burst out laughing.

I grabbed my towel and wiped my face, my breath still getting back to its normal rate after the long road trip. I really did enjoy the ride, and we were looking forward to having another so soon. It's been quite a long time since I went on a solo ride, and although it was so enjoyable too, I still prefer going on a road trip with the others as a competition.

When our engines roar through the streets and down the roads, the town comes to know that we had arrived, and everywhere goes serene, leaving the sound of our engine to be heard alone.

I bit my lower lip and signalled the barman to get me ice into the drink. Maybe I now needed something chilly as the hotness of the gin had whined me up. He filled my glass with ice and then poured in the drink once again.

To everyone, I raised my glass high, “For Carter's new position as the Tail Gunner of the Outlaw club, let's get this down our throats,” I said, sounding so husky and stressed, but still hiding the f**k from my expressions.

The men cheered up and all grabbed a drink too, “For Carter!! Tail Gunner!!” they chorused, and we all downed the drink at once.

I heaved and placed the glass back at the counter, “You all should calm down and get yourself so busy tonight. There are so many women out here waiting to get struck from behind by your shaft, you know, right?”

Carter chuckled, “Want to get one tonight?”

“I'm having lots of women take care of you, bro. You don't need to work hard to get the f*****g liquid out cause they would do the job themselves. Get it?” I said to Carter as I climbed down the stool.

“Dude, what the f**k do you mean?” his voice came from behind, while I ignored him and clapped my hands, drawing the attention of the sluts swaying their hips around. “Huh?”

I pointed towards Carter, “I need six of you to handle him perfectly. Just six!”

“f**k!” Carter groaned and hopped down his stool, too. “Six p*****s?”

Barron chipped in, “Need some help sucking the t**s down there? This is brotherhood, you know….”

“Get the heck out of my life this minute, bro.” Carter spat, shifting his glass backwards as he marched closer to where the ladies were hanging around. “This is my ultimate reward as the Tail Gunner, so don't even show up knocking to get a taste of their tit when I could get it swollen in a go.”

I roared in laughter at his words, getting back to my stool where I grabbed my glass of wine again. “Get more, dude!” I told the barman, who gave me a thumbs up and uncorked another bottle of brandy. “It's chilled. I love it.” I commented as he poured more into the glass.

Carter vanished with his sluts, and so was Barron. Brook wasn't even in sight any longer, and I thought he must have found the kinda woman he wanted.

And I was left alone as usual, with just my drink and the loud music, while watching from afar. I'd been this way for a long time and had finally gotten used to the loneliness.

Soon, Barron showed up once again and sat on the couch just opposite me with his three sluts around him. I paid less attention while making certain calculations in my mind when someone tapped my cheek.

My brows drew together, and I looked down at the slut who flung her hair backwards, having some smiles that irritated me. “What for?” I asked her amid gritted teeth.

“Want to flirt? I could keep you company…” she said, getting to the side. But I quickly shoved her body away from my side, wearing a frown.

Heaven forgive me, but I just disliked this gender with my last breath. She could see the look of disdain that I wore but didn't even care, and still wanted to be climbed on.

They were all like dogs, f*****g cheap and easy to be laid on. You know what? I hate their lies a lot.

Guessing that this babe could have a serious man in her life whom she cared less about and was out here seeking a c**k to pound her pinky hole made me cringe. I didn't want to have anything to do with them, especially the ones hanging around in the club, and I had never taken them seriously.

Sometimes, I gave in and have them pounded to my taste, then cast them aside because they had never done a thing to my arousal. But now? I really wasn't in the mood.

“Duuuudde!!” Barron stretched from the couch, winking at me.

The slut took some steps closer, "Don't you know me? I'm Susie…”

As what? Who cares what she was?

I shot her a thick glare, “f**k off!!” I growled and looked away, grabbing my glass with my chest just throbbing with the anger of her trying to become a parasite.

“Could you even get a taste of a p***y if it was shoved to your face? You aren't celibate, bro.” Barron uttered calmly, his palm around the neck of one of the sluts he's been holding down between his legs.