Handsome Bikers and Secret Babies Romance

Chapter 4

Fumbling haphazardly out of my leggings, I widened my stance as eroticism speared my abdomen. Popping out my ass as Roy spread my cheeks and squeezed, I closed my eyes tight to relish the sensation of his full, untainted adoration. He really hadn’t been kidding about being an ass man; he hadn’t said it just to make me feel better.

“Come up here and park that perfect ass on my face, Cat.” Giggling breathlessly at the rasping desperation in Roy’s tone, I turned on my heel as he scooted back on the bed. Pulling his shirt over his head, his face flushed a dull red, and my core throbbed with need when he laid down with a jerk of his chin.

My thighs trembled as they gyrated against his cheeks, and I braced a palm on his rock hard, defined abs while my other hand tackled his jean fastenings. Hot, moist breath parted my bare folds, and he pushed my knees farther apart. The low zip of his zipper echoed in my ears beyond the blood that beat against my drums, and I tugged the thick fabric down until his c**k sprung free.

Standing tall against his abdomen, Roy’s rod pulsed, thick and veiny below the deep crease of its head. The dense bead of precum seeping out glistened under the dull, yellow lights illuminating the room, and my mouth watered as I pumped the base in my palm. His groan rattled my hips, and he thrust eagerly into my hand just as I ducked my head to lick the silky, spongey head and the pearl it cradled.

“f**k-“ Choking out the slur, Roy gripped my hips hard to shove his tongue beyond my soaked entrance, and I tensed with a guttural moan. Squeezing his c**k, I wrapped my lips around him to suck, and his gasping groan floated into my ears like the finest music. “Work your ass, Cat- come on, baby-“

Moaning loudly, I slid Roy’s c**k deeper down my throat as I rolled my hips and popped my ass. His rod twitched against my tongue- a physical reaction to how much my ass truly turned him on- and I gave a throaty chuckle. Slurping animatedly, he hummed and grunted in approval as pleasure coiled tight in my belly. Quivering around his face, my thighs clenched under the onslaught of his tongue and lips and barely-there stubble scraping against my c**t.

Slobbering on Roy’s c**k, I took him down- down- down until my nose touched his smooth sac, and the ecstasy only heightened from the lack of air. Tugging at the ends of my hand, he urged me up to push against my ass, and I scooted down his chest with ragged pants and jerking movements. Sweat beaded my back and neck, slicking my grasp even as his chest hairs burned my flushed, aching folds. Poising myself above him, I glanced back to catch his hungry gaze, and a slow smirk curved my lips. Swiping his c**k against my entrance, I watched in delight as his expression grew dark and feral.

“Sit- the f**k- down-“ Roy’s fingernails dug deep into my ass cheeks, and a loud squeal burst from my throat when he jerked me down. Tilting his hips harshly, his c**k speared my channel with impatient viciousness, and I dropped to my elbows and knees. “Damn- damn- damn- damn- ah- f**k!”

“R-R-R-Roy! The H- Hell…?” Muffled by Roy’s hairy calf, my moan tinged with as much annoyance as I could manage even while I undulated wildly around his c**k. His only response was a growl, like he couldn’t make any real words, and I straightened to throw my head back. “Oh-h-h-h God…”

Tightening around Roy’s length as it caressed my quivering walls, I ground my teeth to stave off the o****m that threatened to whisk me away. His clammy palms never left my ass, squeezing and spreading, and I braced my palms between his knees to arch sharply. Harsh pants tore from my throat, body coiling like a spring, and he urged me on with grunts and soft groans filled with need.

“Cat-“ Shivering at the reverence in Roy’s rasp, my eyes rolled back as the thread connecting me to sanity snapped. Clamping down on his c**k, I clenched my teeth hard, and pressure built behind my eye sockets. Cold prickles surged up all the way to the base of my neck, and I held my breath in shivering lungs as my knees came together with jarring impact.

“Yeah- yeah- yeah, babe… c*m hard on my c**k, you sexy piece of ass…” Whimpering at the praise that rattled my spine from base to skull, I nodded furiously as Roy’s frantic whisper sent me higher and higher. Every man I’d ever been with flashed in my inner eye, silently validating the extreme connection that Roy and I shared since the moment I drove by him earlier that very same day.

Gasping wildly when the waves of pleasure died to a dull, pulsing throb, I wavered to tumble back, but Roy’s strong, safe grip against my shoulder blades kept me from crashing into his chest.

Rolling me onto my back, he threw my quivering legs around his elbows, and the fine hairs on my face stood up as he leaned in close. Still trapped in the abyss behind shuttered lids, I panted harshly only to falter when his lips brushed my cheek.

“I’m gunna f**k you nice and slow, now, Cat. Can I kiss you?” The question shocked me so much my heart nearly stopped beating, and my eyes flew open to fixate on Roy. His gaze sparkled brilliantly with desire, but there was also apprehension swirling deeper- veiled thinly just beyond that need.

“No one’s ever asked before…” My hoarse mumble only caused the anxiety to eclipse the passion in Roy’s eyes, and I reached trembling fingers to cup his strong, sharp jaw. Sighing in a mix of s****l gratification and earnest appreciation, my lips twitched in a small smile when he kept still.

He wanted me to answer verbally- to give him permission most others just take advantage of from implication.

“Yes… you can kiss me.”

Chapter Five: Cathleen

Pursing my lips tightly, a thin, white circle appeared around my mouth from the pressure, and my eyelid twitched in irritation. Big, muscly guys were the absolute worst clients to have, and the one standing in front of me was no different. For the past few minutes, he’d gone on and on- bragging about how he’d won a few body building tournaments and strength contests.

I couldn’t exactly tell him to shut up, either, since he was my second richest client to date.

“Are you bored?” The question snapped me back to reality, and I shook my head automatically. Before me, Greg arched a brow in disbelief and leaned back on his heels, and I frowned slightly before making an attempt to talk away my boredom.

“I’m sorry- I honestly don’t care how many awards or medals you’ve won. You want me to train you- what I don’t want is to listen to that kind of stuff. If I did, I’d be a professional groupie instead of a fitness trainer.” Trying to stay professional and gently asserting myself, I frowned when Greg smirked broadly at me. Crossing his arms over his broad chest, he nodded firmly with a knowing, appreciative glint in his eye.

“I’ve been through a couple of trainers, you know, Cathleen. I always do that to see if they’ll stop me. Georg was right about you, which is nice.” Arching a brow in silent question, my frown only grew deeper as Greg’s smirk turned sheepish. “So, when do you want to start?”

“Let’s start right now.” Despite how much I hadn’t expected this turn of events, I forced nonchalance into my tone even as I fumed quietly. Who the Hell did this guy think he was trying to test me? He might be rich, but, now, I didn’t really want him as a client.

But I needed money, so that was the end of that argument with myself.

The hour flew by, and Greg didn’t even make the attempt to talk to me again. His embarrassment over his actions gave me a certain sense of justice, and he only waved goodbye to me on his way out of the studio. Standing in the middle of the floor, surrounded by mirrors and equipment, I heaved a heavy sigh and raked my hand through my hair.

“Ass.” Grumbling grumpily, I crossed my arms over my chest to glare at the closed barrier. “What kind of douchebag do you think you’re not, huh?”

Groaning from the aggravation of Greg’s sheer gall, I dropped to the hard mats to sprawl atop them and stare at the ceiling. The silence rang in my ears, and I counted the dots peppering the cheap, large tiles above me for a few seconds until a soft click stole my attention. Lifting my head, my bad mood vanished instantly as Roy shuffled into the studio, and he held up two take-out bags from a yummy Vegan restaurant two blocks over.

“I brought lunch.” Sitting up easily, I crossed my legs while Roy made his way across the mats, but he only offered me a brief, tense smile as he sat across from me. “Today’s been shitty. This guy- it’s so f*****g annoying that he hasn’t surfaced yet. I’ve been to damn near every bar and restaurant around… I even found a few drug dealers to talk to. f*****g nothing.”

“You’ve only been in town for a week, Roy- you’ll find him. In the meantime…” Leaning over to grab his face with eager hands, I smashed my lips onto Roy’s with a groan, and my spine tingled when he buried a fist tightly in my hair. The kiss was short, hot, and definitely not enough, but it’d tide me over until I got off work. “I didn’t think you liked Vegan food.”

“I don’t like tofu- vegetables are still vegetables, no matter if they’re Vegan or not.” Giggling at the logic, I sat back on my arms to watch Roy carefully extract what were clearly wraps from their bags. Handing me one, he caught my gaze with interest as I rolled the object in search of the edge of the tin foil. “So, what about you, Cat- how’d your morning go?”

“It went okay until some i***t tested me to see if I’d keep my mouth shut about his stupidly long list of bodybuilder and weight lifting medals and stuff. I was literally this close to kicking him out, but he’s rich and on the six-day plan, so I didn’t.”

“Sounds like a douchebag.” Humming in agreement, I ducked my head in a nod as I peeled the foil back, and the smell of spicy salsa curled the hairs in my nose. “It’s okay, though. Once the News shuts the f**k up about him, he’ll come out of hiding. It’s a cat and mouse game at this point. Honestly, I’m kinda glad the guy’s not a f*****g dumbass. It’s like being on a vacation, a little bit. I eat nice food on government dime- I get to f**k a hot girl- I get to hang out with cool people.”

“Aren’t you just livin’ the life, Roy.” Taking a huge bite of my wrap, I groaned softly at the crisp lettuce that snapped loudly in two. “What kind of wrap is this?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, baby.” Casting me a pointed look, Roy frowned even as his thick, dense protective streak tugged up the corners of my mouth. “It’s a meatless taco wrap with Vegan cheese. I asked for extra extra spicy salsa.”

My heart squeezed, and butterflies fluttered in my belly at the simple fact that Roy had remembered my passing comment about spicy food. Glancing down at my half-naked wrap, I swallowed roughly as a chunk of tomato from the salsa popped out from where I’d bitten into the end.