The probie and his biker chick (Iron vipers book 3)

Slick

*Dylan*

As we tiptoe through the dimly lit clubhouse, I can barely contain my giddy laughter. The thrill of sneaking around, the anticipation of what awaits in his room, is electrifying. I glance over my shoulder, half-expecting someone to catch us in the act, but it’s just us and the soft murmur of distant music.

“Keep it down, Casanova,” I whisper, playfully nudging him.

He smirks, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re the one who’s giggling like a schoolgirl.”

“Guilty as charged,” I admit, my heart racing.

Each time we pause in the shadows, he pulls me close, and I can feel the warmth radiating off him. His lips brush mine softly at first, but each stolen kiss deepens, igniting a fire that quickly spreads through my veins.

“Quick! This way!” he whispers, tugging me toward a narrow hallway that leads to the upstairs rooms. My pulse quickens as we slip into the darkness, hidden from view.

Finally, we reach his room. He pushes the door open, glancing around to ensure we’re alone before stepping inside. With a swift click, he locks the door behind us, and I can’t help but feel a rush of exhilaration.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” he says with a playful bow, gesturing dramatically around the small space. It’s cozy, with band posters plastered on the walls and a guitar propped in the corner.

I kick off my heels, letting out a sigh of relief as my feet finally escape the torture of the night. “Ahh, heaven,” I say, wiggling my toes against the cool floor.

He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Do your feet hurt?”

“A little,” I admit, glancing up at him with a playful pout. “But it was worth it for the night I’ve had.”

“Want me to give you a foot massage?” he teases, stepping closer, his hands finding their way to my waist.

I chuckle, the idea sending a delightful shiver through me. “Tempting, but I think I’d rather explore those hidden talents of yours…”

He leans in, brushing his lips against mine again, this time with a fervor that sends sparks flying. “Oh but trust me this is a hidden talent.”

He suddenly sweeps me up into his arms and carries me to his bed, putting me down by the foot of it. "Please undress and lie down on your stomach."

I do as I am told, as he disappears out into the bathroom, wondering what he is planning to do.

"Just stay still, darling, and relax," he says as he crawls up on the bed next to me, and I hear something pop open. Then his hands are on my feet, and I can feel he has some kind of oil on them.

Oh God, it feels so good as he is massaging my feet with firm strokes. I am pretty sure this isn't the first time he is doing this. But he is not stopping at my feet, his hands continue up my legs.

As he reaches my ass, I am starting to feel just a bit aroused from his hands on my thighs, kind of just wanting those long fingers to keep traveling upwards.

But he removes his hands, picking up something, and I gasp as the cool oil is poured over my back, running off me, thinking he is going to need a change of bedding after this.

His hands start at my shoulders, rubbing and massaging, gliding over my now slick skin. "So tense, darling, relax and enjoy."

And I close my eyes, relishing the feeling of his hands on my body. He has straddled my thighs, and I can feel his erection press against my ass as he is leaning over, working on my upper back.

When he reaches my ass again and starts massaging it, I can't contain my moans any longer, and I hear him chuckle lightly, upping the pressure a bit.

Then he lifts himself, grabbing my tights, spreading them as he pushes them up under me. "Keep your head down, babe."

I feel exposed as I lie there with my ass in the air and my legs spread wide, knowing he can see all of me from where he is kneeling between my legs.

"Oh, I wish you knew how insanely sexy you look like this," he purrs, his hand rubbing my ass. Then he grabs the bottle of oil again.

I gasp and then moan as he pours the oil between my buttocks, and it runs down over my hot, wet folds, giving a whole new sensation.

Then his fingers follow the oil, and I pull a bit away as they ghost between my buttocks. I am definitely not used to being touched there; some guys has tried convincing me to try, but I have turned them down.

Tommy stops when he feels that I shy away from his hand, keeping it right where I want it the least. "What is it? Not used to getting touched here?"

"Most definitely not used to it. Could you please stop, Tommy? I don't like that," I say nervously, hoping he will move his hand further down to where it is safe.

But he keeps it there, circling his fingers, only just gracing my skin. "But why? Is it uncomfortable? Does it hurt?"

"No, it is just, you know, wrong." I try to explain, not really knowing why. It is just some idea I have… that it is something dirty. Something well-behaved girls don't do, but on the other hand, I am not a well-behaved girl, not really.

His fingers just keep caressing me, and I have to admit when I get past the idea of it being wrong, it is not an unpleasant feeling. "No, baby, nothing is wrong when it happens between consenting adults."

I am pretty sure I can come up with things I would find wrong, but I am not going to argue with him right now, especially not with his fingers traveling down where they should be.

Oh God, it feels so good when he slides two fingers into me, the oil making them slick, and I moan into the pillow, pushing back on his hand.

I am humming with pleasure as he gently eases in a third finger, making me feel almost too full, but his other hand strokes my c**t makes me forget it rather fast.

This talent I definitely appreciate.

"f**k, Tommy, what the hell are you doing?" I try pulling away as I feel him pressing harder on my entrance, making it a bit painful.

He chuckles, and the pressure stops; now only the pleasure of his long fingers exploring me remains. "Sorry, I was just getting curious to see how many fingers I could fit in. Could be fun going for the whole hand."

"Oh no, it couldn't, you perv, and not for you either if you value keeping your balls," I hiss at him. There is no way he is doing that. That is just... Well, absolutely not happening.

But I soon forget his dirty idea as his fingers are teasing me, hitting all the right spots, and I start to squirm, moaning deeply, knowing I am close now.

"Well then, I have to put the rest somewhere else," he whispers, and I feel more oil being held between my buttocks. I want to object, knowing what he wants to do, but I am too close now, unable to focus.

I can feel his thumb circling my other entrance, his other fingers still in my p***y and his free hand back to playing with my c**t. "You are so damn sexy, baby. You make me crazy."

And he is making me crazy; I am so beyond turned on, all thoughts of right and wrong eliminated, and his fingers are feeling so good that without thinking, I find myself pressing back on his thumb.

He gasps out as it slides into me, and I moan, pressing harder against his whole hand. "Oh, f**k yes."

I can't take it anymore, and an earth-shaking orgasm pulls me under, shaking and gasping, chanting his name before I collapse in a sweaty, oily heap.