The Biker Giant's Claim: Ride To Desire

5

Silas~

I just wanted to be alone, but this woman wouldn't let me. She sat on the stool Carter had vacated and ordered a bottle of red wine hot chocolate from the bartender, winking at me every time I accidentally glanced her way.

She would have been shoved away by her hair if she'd approached one of my men like this, but here I was being calm, and she probably thought she was something special that I couldn't resist. Unlike Barron, who got hard from a single caress on his chest, it took what felt like eternity to get my body to respond, and this woman didn't have the skill for it.

The ones I'd been with in the past had done a lot of work to arouse me.

When I got tired of her presence—and because this was the clubroom and I couldn't throw her out—I got off the stool, tipped the bartender as usual, and began to leave. Drogo had been working for us at that bar since we'd found him almost dead by the roadside, lying in his own blood after being hit by a vehicle that left him for dead.

He was too calm to be one of us, so having him handle the bar was ideal. It had become his source of income, since we didn't care about the money he made there.

My boots hit the tiled floor as I headed toward the club base to get some rest, but someone grabbed my arm from behind. I turned to see Susie—or whatever her name was—grinning at me.

"Are you... crazy?" I tapped the side of my head.

She chuckled. "Why are you doing this? It's not like I'm new here..."

"And I don't care! Most of the people here aren't new, so..."

"You're always alone every time I'm here, and you think I like it?" She cut in and closed the distance between us. "Dude, stop being tough and just take me already."

With just my index finger, I pushed her backward. "Don't cross the line."

"Agreed, I'm easy, and so my job is to get you all over me. Don't you get it? I'm aching for..."

"Shut up and get out!" I grunted and turned to keep walking, but she rushed in front of me and spread her arms. "What is this?"

She ran her tongue across her upper lip. "Do you think I can't get you to want me?"

"You absolutely can't! No one can do that... and if anyone could, it wouldn't be you."

"What's the time limit? I'm going to have you pressing me against this wall, bro..." she said confidently, as though she had some spell to make me want her. "Agreed?"

More like a challenge. Her fingers were already running across my bare, tattooed chest. "Let's see what you've got. You have a few minutes before I throw you out of this clubhouse," I muttered, my brows arched as I looked down at her.

I was muscular and about six-foot-six, so my body towered over hers, making it impossible for anyone behind me to see her. The way she looked at me could make a man breathe raggedly and want to devour those lips. But it only irritated me.

"Man, if I get you hard, then I'm getting everything I want until I finish..." she whispered, and began loosening her sleeveless top. Her breasts bounced before me, and she gasped while rubbing them against my chest.

When I didn't respond, she began working her hand between my legs... and within seconds, she'd unbuckled me completely and was on her knees.

I slid my fingers into her hair, maintaining eye contact as she took me fully into her mouth.

Honestly, I would have loved to be satisfied for once, because she was definitely skilled at this, and I now understood why she thought she was a perfect match for me and wouldn't back down. The way she fondled me while taking my entire length should have made me crave more, but...

I pushed deeper into her throat until she finally choked, and I slowly pulled out. Her face flushed, and she bit her lower lip softly. "Got protection?" I asked her, knowing that women like her didn't leave home without it, unlike me, who could go months without even getting aroused.

She slid her hand into the side pocket of her miniskirt and handed me a condom. "I'm winning this, you know?"

I spun her around and pressed her body against the wall. She wasn't winning, but I didn't know how to tell her that after all her efforts. A normal man who appreciated women would pay her well for such skill, but this meant nothing to me.

As I put on the condom, I didn't wait long before thrusting into her, spanking her, and she groaned softly.

I drove into her vigorously, and her moans escalated with each thrust. In the past, after many minutes inside a woman like her, I would have been ready to finish... but here I was feeling nothing, just wanting her to finish already so I could get off her.

Soon, her body lost its tension as she trembled and winced, her head thrown back. I pulled out, removed the condom, and slapped it against her back with a growl. "Got what you wanted, right?" I dragged her miniskirt and wiped myself with it before tucking myself back in. "The condom's empty, so get lost!" I shoved her out of the hallway and headed toward the club base.

She didn't say a word or come back. She was probably still catching her breath.

I was well-endowed, but it was somehow useless to me now. No matter how long the pleasure lasted, I would never finish and feel satisfied, and it stung my chest. Maybe I was holding back too much, but there was nothing I could do about it anymore. I just moved forward with how my body responded.

As I reached the club base, I got into the shower to freshen up, then collapsed onto the bed afterward, staring at the ceiling.

___

"I pity him. How do you expect him to still be okay after handling six women? That's like getting drunk..." Brook explained while I was getting dressed the next morning. "You could talk to him, bro. I don't have that kind of energy."

Barron sighed loudly. "Silas can handle him since he was responsible for the six women."

Damsels? Hardly.

He loved women and gave them all sorts of sweet names.

Together, we jerked Carter awake and had him freshen up. When the man was coherent, he finally told us about Victor's café—the renovations were finally complete. "Should we check it out?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper, and we all nodded slightly.

Victor was an old man who had served the club for thirty years, and his café had been converted from a former tobacco and liquor store that once sold m*******a for us. I'd been working lately on transitioning illegal operations into legal ones to ensure safety, and I was proud of the progress we'd made.

When we arrived at the café, Victor made us hand-brewed coffee, and the aroma alone...

"Not a coffee person, but this tastes incredible," I commented after taking a sip.

My gaze shifted to Barron, who was staring at the old man, the corner of his lips stretching into a grin. "He's damn good, you all know that?" he finally spoke, nodding gently.

Victor made more coffee and handed it to the others, and we couldn't stop praising his work. The man was truly skilled, and we loved the legend he was becoming.

"Another?" I asked the old man, stretching my empty cup toward him, when the sound of a car caused me to turn around. Behind us, a car had parked, and as the door opened, a young woman stepped out and began walking closer.

I didn't realize how much I was staring until she reached Victor and handed him the car key. "It's fixed!" she said with a soft smile, her voice pulling me from my daze, and I licked my lips while leaning toward the old man.

Her short hair bounced as she moved, pointing at the car. "You could come check it..." she said to Victor, who gave a simple nod and began following her toward the car.

My eyes followed every one of her movements once again, especially her hair bouncing with each step.

"She has green eyes," I mumbled under my breath.