Cocky Biker(44)

He laughs outright. “Sure you were.”

Back at the Maverick Inn, he walks to his room and unlocks the door. We haven’t said a work since teasing each other back there, but I have been humming all over since he said we were going to eat inside, because he laced that statement with sexual innuendo. If he just meant eggs and orange juice on the table in here, I’ll be disappointed.

Fuck, I really am a selfish bitch.

“What’d you get us?”

“Breakfast.” He sets the Styrofoam boxes out and unwraps plastic silverware. “We’ve been up all night. Tired?”

“Yeah. You?”

He shrugs. “Feelin’ pretty awake, surprisin’ly.”

I had no idea how hungry I was until the bacon touched my tongue. It’s the best invention ever, first of all, but when you’ve spent hours fucking and then more hours waiting for a baby – and all the emotional energy they both use up – food never tasted quite so good.

More than once I catch Jett smiling at my lack of femininity. I scarf the hell out of this food without reservation or shame. He’s no different.

Finally able to speak, I gulp down O.J. and ask, “What’s this favor?”

“We’ll talk about it after this.” He rises up and yanks my chair away from the table.

“What are you doing?”

“Eating.” My pants are unzipped faster than you can say cock and he yanks them down and buries his tongue in my surprised pussy.

“I haven’t bathed, Jett!”

He murmurs into my cunt, “I could give a shit,” and starts licking away. “You taste like us, baby. Ripe and fuckin’ delicious.” I get yanked forward and he’s practically lying on his stomach, one jean-covered leg bent, the other sprawled out. His ass looks phenomenal, and his tongue feels even better. I moan and hold his head, lacing my fingers into his hair, but letting him find the way because he needs no GPS for my body. Every crevice is explored and he groans into my sensitive pussy walls, making me boneless as I moan his name over and over. He growls between tight little flicks on my clit, “Cum on my tongue…I can feel you aching to.”

“I’m so close!”

He switches sides of my clit and teases me until I scream. My thighs grip his head in a vice I can’t stop. “Oh God!” I cry out, trembling.

Whimpering, I’m lifted off the chair and carried to the bed. He slides my shirt off and takes off his clothes, staring at my hooded eyes with white-hot lust in his. Naked and gorgeous he climbs on top of me and I grab his cock and stroke it. He groans and kisses my breasts as I pull on his shaft, rasping, “Jett, fuck me.”

I stop myself from saying, one last time.

He locks his mouth onto mine. He’s right about the taste. It’s salty. It’s dirty. And I love it. All of me reacts as he teases my nipples. He’s rock hard in my hand. He grabs my hand off, yanks my arms over my head and pushes my knees up, positioning himself and pressing in with a long, sure, growling thrust. My back arches as I let out a long moan. He drives into me over and again. Tearing me apart. Devouring me with kisses that cover everything he can reach. “Fuck Sunshine, I want to cum you feel so good.”

“Do it,” I rasp. “It’s safe.”

He chuckles like he thinks I’m crazy, then his beautiful grey eyes lock onto me and harden. He grimaces and I thought he felt good pounding my cunt like this. But it gets so much better when he cums, swelling and working harder like he has no more control.

My jaw clenches.

His balls punch my ass cheeks harder and harder as he loses his fucking mind.

“HOLY SHIT!” he shouts.

He pulls my body off the bed as he holds inside of me, spilling his heat inside of me. I can’t stop begging for it to never stop.

“Jett, I…” Closing my eyes I shut up. I can’t believe I almost said, I love you. I’ve only ever said it to my mother and that was a long time ago.

Stunned by my own feelings, I stay quiet as he falls on top of me and kisses me hard, pumping every last juicy bit inside my bruised pussy. We hold each other as he gasps for air and rises up to look at me. “Ride with me to South Vacherie. Tonk needs someone to get his bike back home.”

He gives me no time to react before he buries his handsome face in my neck and sucks on me, leaving behind a cherry red mark that will serve as a reminder of him when I am gone.

I’m kidding myself if I think it won’t hurt like a motherfucker leaving him behind. I’m in deep now. He’s marked more than my skin, he’s branded my heart with the name Jett Cocker.





Jett





After some much needed sleep, Sunshine agrees to a shower with me. And when I start to soap her up so I can watch the bubbles drift and pop over her amazing tits, she lets me.