Daddy Biker, Ride me

Chapter Three Hands That Don’t Ask Twice

~ Harley ~

I don’t even remember deciding to leave.

One second I’m at the bar, glass melting into my palm, then the next he was standing too close without touching me. The next, I’m outside with the night air slapping my face and his hand resting warm at the back of my dress like it’s always f*****g belonged there.

“This is stupid,” I mutter.

He doesn’t slow down. “Then say stop.”

I don’t. ”I can't believe I'm leaving with a stranger I barely know!”

Goddamn it.

We don’t talk on the walk to his bike. No names. No promises. Just the night snapping between us like a live wire. My heels scrape the pavement. My head is buzzing. My body feels ahead of me, dragging my brain along for the ride.

He hands me a helmet and waits while I put it on. Doesn’t rush me

“Hold on,” he says.

It’s not a suggestion.

I swing on behind him, my thighs tight around his hips, hands resting on his jacket. The engine roars to life and the vibration goes straight through me. I swear under my breath, pressing closer without meaning to.

He doesn’t comment.

The ride is fast. Wind tearing at my hair, city lights blurring into streaks of colour. I feel reckless and alive and stupidly powerful all at once, like I could burn my whole life down and not even flinch.

We stop at a place I don’t recognise. Guess I was too drunk to realise we went up an elevator it was Private, Quiet. Too nice to be a hookup spot and too rough around the edges to be polite.

He cuts the engine.

The silence is loud.

I pull off the helmet, heart pounding. “So,” I say, trying to sound casual and failing. “Do you always kidnap girls from bars?”

He turns to face me slowly. “Only the ones who look like they’re about to bite someone.”

I scoff. “You don’t know me.”

“I know you’re not here to be gentle,” he says. “And neither am I.”

That does it.

I kissed him first." because I felt like I had something to prove! “

Hard. Messy. All teeth and heat and frustration. My hands fists in his jacket like I’m hanging on during a storm. He freezes for half a second, just long enough to make my stomach drop.

Then his hands are on me.

Fuck.

One grips my jaw, tilting my face up. The other settles on my waist, firm and claiming, pulling me flush against him. His mouth crashes back onto mine like he’s been holding back for years instead of minutes.

I gasp. He swallows it.

His kiss isn’t sweet. It’s demanding. Like he’s asking a question with his mouth, already knowing the answer. I kiss him back harder, reckless and desperate, like I’ve got something to prove.

My back hits the door without me realising we’ve moved. The wood is cool through my jacket. His body is heat and weight and pressure, not crushing, just there. Unavoidable.

My heart is trying to claw its way out of my chest.

I break the kiss first, breathless. “You do this to all girls you bring home?”

His mouth curves, just barely. “I don’t bring girls home.”

That should feel like a warning.

It feels like a f*****g compliment.

His thumb brushes under my chin, lifting my face again, forcing my eyes to stay on his. Dark. Focused. Predatory in a way that makes my stomach flip instead of twist.

“You’re shaking,” he says.

“I’m not scared,” I snap. "Of course I was, my first is going to be with a f*****g stranger and I don't know what the hell I'm doing!”

“I didn’t say you were,” he replied

That damn calm again. Like nothing I do surprises him.

My hands slide up his chest before my brain signs off on it. Hard muscle under leather. Solid. Real. I swallow.

He lets me touch him.

That feels important.

I tilt my head, kiss along his jaw. His skin is warm. I feel the hitch in his breath and it sends a bolt straight through me. Lust hums under my skin, reckless and wild.

He grips my wrist gently but firmly, stopping me.

“Easy,” he murmurs. “You don’t rush a fire like this.”

I should be offended.

I’m wet inside.

“What do you want from me?” I ask, quieter now.

He studies my face like the answer matters. Like I matter.

“Right now?” he says. “I want you to choose.”

My chest tightens.

Choose what. Him. This. The edge I’m standing on.

My hands curl into his jacket again.

Yes "I'm choosing!”

“I’m choosing, for you to f**k me!” I whisper.

“Good,” he says. “Then I’ll take my time.”

His lips return to mine, slower this time, deeper. His hand slides to my waist, fingers flexing like he’s memorising me through denim and fabric and breath.

I melt into him.

My world narrows to heat and our mouths and the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. Somewhere in the back of my head, a voice screams that this is insane.

I kiss him harder to shut it up.

He breaks away just long enough to rest his forehead against mine again, breath warm against my lips.

“Still with me, little one?” he murmurs.

My pulse jumps at the name.

I nod. “Yeah.”

I press my forehead to his, breathing in, my thoughts tumbling over each other.

What the f**k am I doing?

Am I really standing here, body buzzing, wanting an older stranger who looks like he could ruin my life and make it feel good?

“You sure you want me to continue?” he asks, mouth hovering just off mine.

My chest is heaving. My head is screaming.

“Yes,” I snap. “Don’t you dare go soft on me now.”

His mouth curves, slow and dangerous.

“Careful,” he murmurs. “I don’t do soft.”

His lips trail down my jaw, my neck. I shiver, fingers digging into his shoulders. Every nerve in my body feels lit up, buzzing, begging.

This was supposed to be a distraction, I was supposed to go to the bar get drunk and find a random guy to take my virginity then pass it off as a mistake.

Instead, it feels like stepping off a cliff on purpose.

And I don’t stop him when his hands start to roam.

He slid down my body taking off my bra and panties in one move,

Your p***y looks pink and pretty he muttered, eyes locked on me.

Don't stop I said stroking his d**k he inhaled sharply I felt him harder in my hands.

I won't he replied

He gripped my b**bs as I licked his throat and nibbled his ear softly.

"f**k?" he hissed

"I want you," I whispered. "I want your mouth. I want your hands. I want you."

He growled.

"f**k it."

He gripped my hips. You"re making it really hard to be the responsible one

He pushed me on the bed and flipped me "I gasped as he spread my thighs”

Then his tongue met my c**t.

And I broke.

Oh my god is this how s*x feels "I said to myself in my mind”

He groaned into me, licking deep, slow. messy.

Tongue flat, then teasing.

Circles and flicks and pressure right where I needed.

His hands pinned my thighs wide open. His hair scratched softly against my thigh.

I couldn't think. Couldn't breathe

"You taste so sweet," he moaned, pulling back just to stare. "f**k, you're soaking."

"Please don't stop "

"Say it again."

"Don't stop. Please keep going

He dove back in, sucking on my c**t, tongue dipping inside me, and I swear to God I

Saw heaven

I was shaking. Moaning. Arching off the bed.

"Let go," he said. "Give it to me."

One more flick of his

Tongue

I came for the first time hard.

Crying out. Clenching.

He groaned like I was the best thing he'd ever tasted, licking every drop.

I was trembling when he came back up,

His mouth was wet. His eyes dark

He kissed me hard, let me taste myself on His tongue.

And just when he thought we were done

I grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved me back into the bed.

"Don"t stop," I whispered. " You started it.”

Then.

I Sat. On. His. Face.

I grinded down like I owned him.

He choked on me, and I didn't even care.

He gripped my ass with both hands, groaned into my p***y, and licked harder.

I rode his face like a woman possessed hips rolling, hands tangled in his hair moaning recklessly above him.

I was losing my mind.

Drunk off his taste, His sound, His body.

I Couldn't breathe?

I loved it.

Then I leaned forward, whispered, "Wanna taste you too”

Before he could process that

I turned. Straddled him in reverse.

69 I saw in a porn video once

My mouth wrapped around his c**k.

He nearly lost it right there.

"Jesus!" he groaned

I licked him from base to tip, slow and teasing, he moaned while I sucked.

And all the while

He kept eating me like a man starved.

I bobbed my Head slowly. Then faster.

Then moaned around him while I came again, dripping all over his mouth.

He swallowed my squirts like a sinner.

I could barely think.

Then I pulled off his d**k with a wet pop, gasping,

"I want you inside me!"

He growled.

Pulled me around. Looked into my eyes.

"You sure?"

I nodded. "Please, Daddy f**k me."

"You know you're bad, for someone so young right?" He said, gripping my thighs.

"You're not supposed to want this?"

I leaned down, brushing his lips against mine. "But I do."

Fuck?.

He grabbed my hips and flipped me under him again, caging me in with his arms.

"You wanna get f****d Hard or Soft?" He

asked with a calm voice.

I smiled. "Whatever guarantees I'll never forget this night."

He growled. "Don't worry I’ll show you an experience you’ll never forget"

I flinched as he slammed into me in one thrust,

Unknowingly taking my virginity.

Fuck! I screamed

He covered my mouth with his veiny hand

"Be quiet," he whispered in my ear. "You don't want the neighbours to hear, do you?"

My eyes widened

He pulled out slow then slammed back in hard.

I moaned against his hand.

"God, you're so tight," He groaned. "You were made for this cock."

My leg’s wrapped around him, pulling him deeper with each thrust

He pressed my hand harder against my mouth, muffling the sounds of my moans as he thrust into me again and again.

The bed creaked. My body shook.

"Though you talked like an angry redhead at the bar now your body moves like a slut for me,"

He growled. "Kissing me, riding my face. Acting so

Innocent."

I tried to speak but his hand was on my mouth so I let it go.

“What was that, little one?”

I whimpered, "I wanted this.. so bad..."

He moved his hands and wrapped his fingers around my throat, not too tight-just enough to make me gasp.

"You like this?" He whispered.

“You like me choking you while I f**k you?"

I nodded, eyes rolling

“I'm gonna wreck you.”He said, thrusting harder.

He kissed me hard and messy I bit his bottom lip while he f****d me like I was his.

Because right now? I was his.

I clawed at his back. Moaning with pleasure over and over.

"Faster, please!"

He grabbed my leg, threw it over his shoulder, and went deeper.

I screamed into the pillow.

He leaned down, whispered That's it, baby... take it. Good girl your doing good, into my ear while he f****d me raw.

"Harder," I begged don't stop”

"You're not walking after this," he promised.

And he meant it my nails dug down into the bed, leaving scratches on the fabric.

He didn't stop, not until my body arched under him. My p***y walls clenched around him, I came so hard I screamed into the sheets.

He followed, spilling c*m deep inside me as he groaned.

I don’t know his name.

I don’t know what this makes me.

All I know is that whatever happens next, there’s no going back to the girl I was an hour ago.

And something tells me he knows that too.