Page 43 of Talon (Road Rebels MC 2)
Sage wrapped her arms around my neck, and her legs around my waist as she kissed me back. I was holding her in position on the bike. It was amazing just kissing her. Even if we did nothing more, I’d have been happy. But my cock definitely wanted more. I could feel it tenting in my jeans.
My hands traveled up to her breasts again, and this time I squeezed them. Big bouncing juicy breasts that were too big for my hands now. I flicked her nipples, and she pulled her mouth away from mine and winced.
We stared at each other. Sage hadn’t said a word, but I knew what she wanted. She wanted more than before. I clenched my jaws and gulped. If I thrust my cock into her pussy, I knew I’d be going to the point of no return. All this time, I had managed to stand up to her because I hadn’t fucked her yet.
I reached for the buttons on her jeans, and she reached for mine. We were undressing each other together.
I peeled her tight jeans off and threw them. It fell on the handles of my bike. Sage undid my belt and pulled my cock out of my pants. I breathed in deeply when her fingers touched me. I was throbbing in her hands, ready to come inside her.
She was wearing the same panties as the afternoon, pink lace, and I stretched them with my fingers. Sage giggled when we heard it rip and it fell away in my hands. We were both naked from the waist down, and she wrapped her arms around my neck again.
My hand traveled down to the spot between her legs. She felt tight, small and moist in my fingers. Her folds were soft, and I pushed them aside with my fingers. Sage moaned, and her eyes rolled back in her head. She was sitting on my seat, naked, and I knew that my bike would always smell of her now. I would always be reminded me of Sage’s pussy from this night.
She was wet and ready for me already. I ran my fingers up and down her slit, sliding in just an inch of my middle finger into her. So, fucking tight! She moaned and licked her lips. My cock in her hands was being stroked. If she continued like this, I was going to come right in her hands again, and I didn’t want that. I wanted to come inside her this time.
I stepped away from her, just an inch so that my cock slipped out from her hands. I didn’t stop thrusting my finger into her tight pussy though, and I enjoyed seeing the effect it had on her. She was biting down on her lip hard, her cheeks were flushed, and she’d started rotating her hips with desire.
I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up. When her feet had touched the ground, I flipped her around. Sage gasped as I leaned her over the bike. Her bare voluptuous ass was directed right at me. I slapped the left cheek hard. She moved her body and moaned and then thrust her ass towards me again. I slapped the right, and she moaned again. She liked it. I slapped the left cheek harder, and I knew it had to have hurt!
Sage was leaning over my bike, her ass in the air, her arms clinging to the body of my vehicle.
She turned her head to the side, and I could see her parted lips now, the glaze that had come over her eyes. I grabbed my cock in my hands and stroked it. I knew she was wet and ready for me.
With one hand, I held onto my erect throbbing cock and with the other, I parted her ass cheeks. Her pussy was inviting me in, her moist warm folds were begging me to enter her. I had no other choice. I was a goner already.
I thrust my cock into her, more strongly than I’d intended to. I’d always imagined the first time with Sage to be slow, but I couldn’t hold back. I felt my cock slip into her, inch by inch and her moans became louder. She was calling out my name.
I grabbed her hips, keeping her in position as I started sliding my cock in and out of her. I could feel her body shuddering with every shove. I grunted as I felt myself sinking into her.
She was tight and warm and soft, just like I had imagined it, but no amount of imagination could have prepared me for how good she really felt. She moved her hips and bounced her ass off my abdomen to keep the rhythm going. Sage was matching my pace and I couldn’t stop.
Her pussy was too tight, my cock had pumped into her in multiple quick bursts, but she still hadn’t loosened up. I wanted to ask her if I was hurting her, but she didn’t seem like she was in pain. She moaned and groaned and moved her hips, while my cock sank deeper and deeper into her.
I was riding her like a wild beast, plowing my cock into her while she remained draped against my bike. I reached for her breasts and squeezed as I thrust into her and she moaned and gasped.
I could see the end; my body was jerking, and I knew I was going to shoot into her. I tried to hold back, slamming my cock into her with more force each time. I squeezed her breasts and slapped her ass again, and with every minute that passed, it became harder and harder for me to control myself.
“Glock! I’m coming!” I heard her scream, and that was all I needed to hear. My cock slid into her, and I gyrated, reaching deep inside her while she moved. Sage was moaning loudly, clutching the leather of my bike’s seat tightly with her hands while she came. I could feel her juices spilling out, and I kept thrusting.
Then I exploded too. My seed shot into her and Sage was laughing as she came. I drained into her, and she moved her hips. I was growling with rage and frustration. I couldn’t believe I’d actually just fucked her. That I’d come inside Sage. It was all over now, she would have complete control over me.
My cock was still erect when my orgasm began to subside, and I pulled myself out of her. Sage collapsed on my bike, and I could see the front strands of her hair sticking to her forehead. She was sweating. I was sweating too!
I stroked my cock, to stop the throbbing and she finally turned to me. I could see her pussy, her swollen clit in the dim light. She was standing with her back leaning over the back, she was thrusting her breasts up, and there was a wide smile on her face.
“How long have we waited to do this?” she asked and ran a hand through her damp hair and she shook it out.
“I don’t know about you, I’ve waited at least fifteen years to do this. Since I hit puberty,” I said and picked my jeans off the ground. Sage laughed again. Her eyes were shining bright, and she looked happy and content. I was glad she had come with me.
I did up my belt, and Sage hadn’t even bothered to pick up her jeans yet. She was panting and trying to catch her breath as she remained leaning against the bike. She was looking up at the stars now, and her thick red hair fell like a curtain behind her.
I picked her jeans off the handles of the bike and extended it to her.
“You should probably put your clothes back on,” I said, and she tipped her head towards her ruined panties on the ground and bit down on her lip.
I wasn’t sure yet how I felt about what happened. If I was horny, I could have fucked any other girl. Why did I have to fuck Sage? How was I supposed to get over her now? I was exhausted of dreaming about her, of fan
tasizing about her when she wasn’t here. I didn’t want to spend another ten years trying to get over her with no success.
She took her jeans from me and started pulling them up her legs. She didn’t seem to be troubled like I was. It looked like I was the only one concerned by all these thoughts that I was having. She seemed happy and carefree.
“I’m going to take you back to your mom’s now,” I said, and the smile dropped from her face suddenly. Like that was not what she was expecting to hear. What did she think was going to happen? That we were going to spend the night together? That would be as good as digging my own grave.
As much as my heart protested against it, I wanted to spend as little time with Sage as was possible.
Chapter 12
Sage
Mom was already in bed by the time Glock dropped me back to the house. It was like every time we had sex or kissed, he seemed to push himself even farther from me.
The whole ride back to the house, Glock hadn’t said a word to me. When I got off the bike and waited for him to say something, he smiled at me weakly and looked up at the house. That smile was empty, it was too polite and formal. It was like he fucked me because he couldn’t control himself, but after he was done, he had changed his mind again. I could easily see his walls thrown up again, and I couldn’t help but feel sad.
I wanted to spend the rest of the night with him. I wished that he had taken me back to his place so that we could have at least one real night together.
Instead, I had to turn from him and walk back to my house.
It had finally happened. We did it. These ten years of sexual tension had ended, and Glock and I had finally had sex. I could still feel a rush in my belly from my orgasm. Nothing had felt like that before. My orgasm with him inside me, while he was coming too, was better than just feeling good. It was something else, it was what was always meant to happen but never had.
As I walked up the steps to my old bedroom, I could still feel the sting of his slap on my ass, his cock plowing into me. I tried to stifle the smile on my lips, but I couldn’t. Sleeping with Glock wasn’t just a fantasy anymore. I’d been with him three times over the course of one day. We’d just not been able to keep our hands off each other.
