Free Bird: A Biker Erotic Romance (3 page)

Fear and relief swelled in Joelle’s heart when she saw Liam come into view. Though standing, he had the stance of a relaxed jungle panther, a predator observing his prey.

“Oh, I think I got the house just right, cowboy. You need to settle down.”

Mike’s eyes narrowed and veins popped out along his neck. “Or you’ll what? Beat me with a walker? Puss out and call the cops? Who the fuck do you think you are bro, walking up on me–”

In a blur of black, Liam’s gloved hand shot forward. His thumb pressed into Mike’s throat, to the tune of horrendous wheezes and coughs. “You know, the problem with cutting your teeth on bar room pukes and dumb little girls is that you start gettin’ ideas… ideas like you’re worth a damn in a fight.”

Mike fell to his knees and his eyes swam with water.

Please, please don’t kill him!

Mike batted at Liam’s arm, his strength waning.

“The world don’t look like an oyster now that you can’t shout and slap your way through it, does it?”

Josie screamed, her face drenched in tears. “Please! You’re killing him!” Joelle was speechless, her palm over her mouth, overcome with the excitement of it all.

“Not the usual kind of pussy men kill over, but you ain’t worth it all the same. It’s your lucky day, cowboy.” Liam released one hand only to sock Mike in the face with other. His nose snapped as he fell to the floor.

“Oh my god! What’s wrong with you!? You just can’t punch him!” Josie fell over Mike’s prostrate form. He coughed while a dark red puddle blossomed from his ruined nose.

Liam stepped over the duo and into the family room, his hand extended to Joelle. “You ready?”

Joelle’s hand trembled until it came into his reassuring grip. “Thank you...” she murmured, her breath still caught in her throat. “Thank you so much.” she said more clearly, and her lips parted to receive him. He plundered her lips as if they were some luscious trophy and she moaned in kind, eager to receive the kiss of a champion. His tongue teased hers for a moment while her hips pressed against his. They both pulled away. “I was so tired of that asshole.” she whispered in his ear.

Liam shrugged. “He was in my way.”

***

As they sped down the road Joelle wept tears of joy, chilling her cheeks in the wind. The steady
thrum
of Liam’s bike made her feel like she was riding a steel tiger. Its insistent growls and powerful acceleration sent a pleasurable buzz up between her legs.

God, he’s like a commando!
Liam took sharp turns with ease and drifted down steep inclines like a falcon riding the wind. Great power and great danger passed just under her feet, an unforgiving concrete sea that would have loved nothing more than the taste of soft flesh hitting at 70 miles per hour.

Such palpable threat was thrilling, almost as much as when she watched her man smack another one down. And with such ease.
That was hot. He deserved it anyway.
She felt guilty for being aroused by such brutish behavior, but Liam’s actions tapped into a primal part of her being. The part of her being that wanted to be saved and to offer herself to the superior man, the conqueror. Here was a man who followed no laws but his own, and she lusted for him all the more for it.

Her groin was soaked with arousal. Every time Liam hit the gas and the seat rumbled, she ground down and experienced every exquisite throb and thrum that stimulated her nub. For once she was appreciative of the motorcycle’s deafening roar and how it hid her carnal moans and longing gasps.

She kept her eyes closed and relished the feel of it all. How if she kept her arms around Liam’s broad chest she swore she could feel the man’s power radiate into her, as if he was as just as much an engine as the beast he rode. Being surrounded by such vehicular and masculine strength put her in an ecstatic daze, where pleasure descended down her body in lazy waves. She had never felt so feminine before.

When she opened her eyes, the bike had stopped at last. Purple dusk had retreated before the advance of blackest night. Liam tossed his helmet to the ground and she lost her breath as she took in the view of the city sprawled out below their isolated bluff.

“Oh my… I’ve never seen it like this.”

“Yeah, amazing what’s around the corner.”

Or on the hill.
She watched Liam with hungry eyes. Any misgivings she had about giving herself to him had all but evaporated.
Every girl needs to get with the bad boy at least once, right? Josie’s had her whole life to be stupid. At least I know what I’m doing and I know what I want.
Seeing his silver-flecked hair in the starlight and the night shadows play across his chiseled face cemented the fact that he was the perfect man.

His heavy brow and deep eyes contained the very same glints of savagery that had brought Mike to his knees. Liam’s fearless ardor stirred an irresistible hunger in Joelle’s soul. One that could only be sated by the most primal and wild of unions.

He heard her steps behind him and whisked her in front by the waist. Both were bathed in the twinkling warm light of the city below. She sighed at his gesture. She hoped those very same hands would take them both past the point of no return. She wanted to be trapped, to be held down, to be… conquered.

The red flare of the rambling traffic’s brake lights contrasted against the cobalt glare of office buildings and parking lots. “Everything looks big from the street. Everything important.” said Liam as he ran his hands down Joelle’s flanks, loosening the belt around her pants.

Yesss.

“Up here it’s a different kind of view. Ya see how small everything is. You see people scurrying around with their little lives in this sandbox of concrete, not feeling Death’s breath on their neck ‘till their hearts don’t tick right. Like some joke set up before they were born, all for the punchline of being too weak to do what they’ve dreamed their whole life at the end.”

He tugged down her jeans and revealed the creamy flesh of her round backside.
He’s going to do it,
she thought, and grabbed his stiffening member. He nuzzled her neck, kissing in between whispers. Long-held moans of yearning escaped from her lips.

“Me? I don’t see the point of that. What good is freedom without the strength to enjoy it?” his other hand skimmed up the smooth skin of her belly, teasing just below her silk-cupped breasts, “without a good woman to enjoy it with?”

His words were just sound to her, pleasant sound, but nothing more. She was attuned to the language of feeling, and right now he was saying all the right things. Touching all the right places. His fingers explored down her waist and thumbed at her quivering nub.

That was all it took. She lost her legs in pleasure and he caught her. Her soft lips mewled and gasped her sweet release to his ear. He laid her down in the dirt while he undid his belt. The loosened pants revealed a virile bulge in his boxers, a bulge that betrayed carnal intent. She strummed herself hard, hoping for one more little release before he took her.

He fell over her and trapped her lips with his, continuing what they had started back at the house. His hands undid her buttoned blouse one by one. Buttons flew and glimpses of smooth skin filled the gap that satin left behind.

Joelle reached down to his groin and sprung free what would be hers. His thick cock hung in her hand like a weapon, radiating just as much power as the man himself.
It’s gorgeous… and it’s mine.
She shivered with lust at the thought of him burying it deep inside her. Visions of how it might feel exploding between her legs sent another deep pang of arousal to her core.

“Men can wait entire lifetimes for a woman like you,” he said in between breaths and kisses, his heavy member close to her groin.

“Then stop waiting and take me,” she whispered, pulling her pink panties to the side. Her engorged flower glistened and yearned for his hard intruder.

His leather coat was draped over them, keeping them both warm. At once he plunged his heated thickness into her wanting folds, hard and slow, drawing out the pleasurable friction in her tight passage as much as possible.

The feeling incensed Liam’s lusts and he tore away her frilly bra, exposing her round and heavy breasts at last.

I hope he likes them...

Her doubts were erased the instant his hot mouth fell on one of her nipples. He tormented her with the slide and swipe of his tongue. Once he brought a nipple to a hard nub he buried his face in the other breast, stirring up a musical moan up from her curled lips.

His cock picked up the pace and pushed into her with more intense thrusts. He held himself steady with his hands around her shoulders. She was locked in his grip, trapped beneath his pounding rod. Feminine juices sloshed up his shaft and spread to her inner thighs.

The head of his member stroked the quivering walls of her womanhood. Sensations she’d never felt before flared through her loins and teased her nerves. She cried out and clutched him; her pussy throbbed and contracted around his thickness in lustful pulses.

She pushed back against him when she felt him pull out. “Please no, baby… keep it in…” she gasped, squeezing her inner walls around him. She needed him closer. Deeper. For him not to be in her up to the hilt was a separation too far.

Liam’s need to hear the sweet sound of her sighs pushed him on. His fingers plucked at her hard nipples while the full length of his manhood slid deep into her hot, wet core. The excitement in her breasts sent pangs of heat and pleasure to her nub,whose arousal throbbed in time with her heartbeat.

Flesh met flesh and a pleasurable tension grew tighter and tighter within Joelle’s body. The velvet grip of her love canal spurred her lover on. The divine friction had lured Liam onto the path of ultimate climax. The bulging veins in his neck, the dangerous fire in his eyes, all told her that the instinct that resided in all men had finally come over him.

Her breaths were half moan and half whisper, seducing his ears while her clenching womanhood did the rest. Thick and feminine legs wrapped around Liam, trapping him as much as he trapped her. There would be no release… until release.

“Do it, Liam!” she cried, her voice husky and frayed, “put it all inside me!” She saw his eyes widen to her words. She felt his rough hands squeeze her soft bosom. His body stiffened to the explosive charge within.

Oh God, this is it!

His mouth fell over hers, their tongues dallied as one. He pushed himself deep inside her, to the root.
Come in me.
She felt his tool turn rigid and his heavy balls draw up.
Yes!
Buried within the hot confines of her pink walls, a searing warmth bloomed from the tip of his head.

She gasped and twitched with each virile spurt.
He’s conquered me.
More hot seed sprayed in rhythmic pulses, flooding her ripe womb with his love and lust. Her hips bucked and her pussy contracted over and over, overcome in the throes of orgasm.

Joelle’s body jittered and twitched in ecstasy. Liam’s body thrust in hers as much as possible, enslaved to his primal masculine instinct in this moment of passion. Her round breasts billowed out under his hard chest as he sank down on her.

“Damn girl, you were all wound up,” he gasped, his face drenched in sweat.

Joelle smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “You bring it out of me.”

She ran her hands down his striated muscles, still flexing from the aftershocks of his release. His skin was so warm and smooth, brimming with vitality.

This is heaven... if only it could last a little longer.
“Am I... one of those good women you could enjoy your freedom with?”

Her heart pounded and her breath waited in silence.

Liam looked down at her and smiled. His light gray eyes shined like stars against the sky, mercurial mirrors that reflected Joelle’s own. “I’ve searched a long time for what’s been waitin’ right under my nose,” he drew close and kissed her lips, “you’re the
only
woman I could enjoy my freedom with.”