Royal S.O.B. (A Bad Boy Romance) (34 page)

"Sweetest Poison MC?" I stupidly
read aloud, as if I had any right to know one-tenth of a fraction of his
business.

"Doesn't concern you, baby," said
Blane over his shoulder, turning his head to give a quick spit on the ground.

"Now hang on."

I instinctively tightened my grip around Blane's
hard body, a grip that got even tighter the faster we went along. I'd never
been more scared or more aroused in all my life, racing through what few
streets my town had, clutching on for dear life to what can only be described
as sex-on-a-stick.
My heart was
throbbing, hanging on to this heartthrob.

I loved feeling the wind dancing through my
hair, the vibrations from the hog throttling my desire. My pussy felt so warm
and needy, grinding into the small of Blane's slightly bent back.

Blane's body was so solid and muscular; it
made me feel safe to be clinging to it, even though I was in a very
unsafe
position. It felt so daring,
racing through the streets, leaving the homes of my friends and family in the
dust.

Fifteen minutes into our ride, Blane suddenly
veered off the main street and began to follow a gravel road, putting us into
parts I didn't recognize. He seemed to know where he was going, though, even if
it didn't look like much.

Eventually things became clearer as we pulled
up alongside what appeared to be an abandoned motel. Blane's bike came to a
smooth stop as the engine died down.

"We're here, baby," he said as he
swung his strong right leg over the hog.

Where was "here"?
I wondered.

Blane surprised me by immediately reaching for
my waist to lift me off his bike. My eyes locked onto his, infatuated, as he
softly set me down.

I loved feeling his hands on my body, even if only for a moment
.

I craved more.

Blane moved behind me to put the bike's
kickstand down with his leather boot. I couldn't keep my eyes off him even as
he performed the most mundane of actions; I was mesmerized.

Taking me by the wrist, he grunted,
"C'mon, baby."

I followed dutifully behind him, unsure of
where I was being led and for what purpose.

When Blane directed me to one of the motel's
private, bottom-floor rooms, I wasn't sure if I was in for the worst...
or the best
. Red flags were surely
flying somewhere, yet at the same time, I truly felt like I could trust him.

"Get yourself comfortable," directed
Blane once we'd crossed over the wooden threshold and secluded ourselves away.

"I gotta take a leak."

I went over to sit down on the motel's
drabby-looking bed, apprehensive but excited. As I eased myself into a sitting
position, I suddenly noticed that my body felt rather sore.

I'd been clinging to Blane so tightly on the bike, I must have
overworked my muscles
.

From where I sat, I quickly realized I had a
perfect shot of the room's open bathroom... and Blane handling his cock in it.
I tried doing the respectful thing by looking the other way -- I really did --
but it was so big and powerful, it couldn't help but get caught in my
peripheral vision.

Blane's member was surely the largest I'd ever
seen in person; the mere thought of what it could do to me overwhelmed me. I
stared, fascinated, as I watched him take care of his business. Amazing how he
could make even the most natural, normal thing in the world seem totally sexy.

"Aah... Shit, that feels good," I
heard him mutter under his breath, as if he'd been holding it in for the
duration of one hell of a road trip.

After he'd finished going, he gave his
impressive member a quick shake, then hid it back inside his pants. He flushed
the toilet, and to my surprise, even went to rinse off his hands before making
his way back into the room.

I hurried to look away.

"You like the ride, baby?" asked
Blane, fiddling around on a nearby table for some Scotch and a glass.

I watched as his eyes traveled the length of
my sitting body.
It ignited a spark deep
inside, not knowing if this admiration was "innocent", or something
more...

"Loved it," I confirmed, studying
his body right back, eyes coming to rest on the bulge in his pants.

"Although I have to admit," I added,
quickly directing my gaze away from his package.

"
I
was hanging on a little too tightly.
"

"Did I wear you out, baby?" asked
Blane as he took a swig of his drink, casting a mischievous grin as he lowered
his glass.

Not yet
, I smiled to myself.

"No, no… just a little… sore," I explained
as I began to tenderly rub at my upper arm.

Blane set his glass down and came over to sit
beside me on the bed. His eyes searched mine as he reached out to run a
calloused hand through my long brown hair. He was treating it as if it were the
finest silk, getting lost in it, stroking it ever-so softly from top to tip.

It felt luxurious.

I looked over at this rugged bad boy and gave
a small smile. It felt so wonderful having him stroke me like this; his hands
were strong and skillful, yet strangely gentle, too. Instinctively, I moved my
head to rest against his tight, muscular torso, listening to his heartbeat as
he caressed me softly.

"That... that feels really nice, having
you touch me like that," I said softly, the warm feeling I felt being close
to him beginning to spread.

"C'mere, babe," said Blane as he
pulled me between his legs.

Sexual excitement coursed through my body as
he positioned my slight frame right up against his cock. He had me wedged
between his strong legs, my lower back pressing into his manhood, and I could
think of no better place to be in that moment.

I tilted my head and stared into his steely
eyes, pleading with him to turn my pain into pleasure.

"Can't have you hurtin' for your next
ride," said the badass, sensing my uncomfortable tension.

It wasn't the only tension I needed released…

Blane gave a small grunt and slowly started to
work his hands up and down my back. He was smoothing them on me quite softly at
first, almost as if he were afraid to touch me, but after a few passes, he
seemed to be warming up to the idea of tracing them in DEEP. He started to rub
me harder, taking my flesh into his hands and kneading it firmly. Blane was
coaxing the stiffness out of my body, and it was clear from the pole poking
into my lower back
I was coaxing the
stiffness out of him
.

"Mmm... that feels fuckin'
fantastic," I moaned, head rolling this way and that in ecstasy.

Again Blane gave me a look that was of
questionable innocence.

Was I getting him hard, moaning for him to make me feel GOOD?

"Know what would make this feel even
nicer, baby?" said Blane.

"If you got rid of your top."

My eyes widened just a little, again wondering
if the biker's intentions were caring... or carnal. I pushed the thought away,
realizing that in either case, skin-on-skin contact WOULD feel a lot better...

I hurriedly slipped my shirt off and threw it
across the room, before I could change my mind. I immediately relaxed upon
feeling Blane's strong hands on my bare skin... he was making me feel so
unbelievably good. With each subsequent sweep up the sides of my spine, a new,
sensual thrill shot through me, and I knew I was starting to enjoy this
"massage" just a little too much.

I was mildly aware that Blane's fingers were
starting to wander beyond the boundaries of my back. He was tracing his hands
up and down the sides of my waist, getting to know my curves very sensually.

When I felt the biker's fingers reaching to
unhook my bra, I didn't even flinch. Very slowly, Blane peeled it away from my
breasts and cast it aside -- I supposed so he might have better access to my
back. My perky, round tits were now out in the open, but I knew this sexy
stranger couldn't see them because he was behind me.

Blane resumed running his talented hands all
over my soft skin, administering his tender loving care to my neck, shoulders,
and even my hips.

"Anyone ever remind you how beautiful you
are, baby?" he said as he pressed into me gently, tracing his palms all
over.

I almost melted on the spot.

"It's… been awhile," I admitted,
thinking of my recent conquests, and how they'd all been content with it being
"just sex".

Maybe I did need a man who could fill MY HEART
with nice feelings, not just my pussy. A man who could be there for me during
the ups and downs of this crazy dance called life;
maybe even offer me a massage after a long day...

I felt Blane's rough fingers interlace with my
locks, his tips beginning to press firm against my scalp. Around and around he
worked them, delivering sensations that were practically orgasmic to my
receptive young head. I never knew getting my scalp worked could feel THAT
amazing -- it was on par with the rubdowns I gave myself "down
there", really…

With each deep, sensual swirl, I melted back
into the biker a little more, until I was lying flat against his toned chest.
This, of course, meant my own chest was now on display, but I hardly realized
nor cared. BLANE definitely noticed, however, and was slowly beginning to work
his hands south...

"Ohhhhhh," I uttered in a deep moan,
the biker's hands now cupping and caressing my tits.

My skin was tingling in the wake of each
movement, Blane's palms enveloping each breast. My soft peaks were overflowing
into his hands, nipples jutting outwards in absolute excitement. With more than
a handful in each hand, the badass began to circle my tits in unison, massaging
and rubbing and caressing them into a haze of bliss.

Having Blane handle me in that way, giving me
THAT type of massage... it was going to lead to things, and I knew it.
Why wasn't I calling out in protest...
shoving his greedy hands away?

Because it's exactly what I wanted, that's
why.

When I felt Blane's long, sexy fingers brush
over the most sensitive part of my nipples, a bolt of electricity raced through
me. A dozen small little goosebumps were starting to spread across my
well-groped tits; I found myself wanting Blane to suck them...
and to fuck them...

God, how I adored feeling this man caress his
hands into and around my smooth skin. Blane was doing things to my libido that
were frankly unspeakable.

I began to plead with him silently in my head.

Don't stop... don't stop... DON'T... STOP!

My sexually primed body was generating the
kind of heat forbidden affairs were made of. Blane started to trace his hands
even further south, closer and closer to my pussy. He was strumming his fingers
along the taut skin of my tummy, and it was making my tits heave and peak out
in anticipation.

I could feel him growing even stiffer against
my ass, his huge wide bulge almost painful pressed up against my lower half. It
was a feeling that revved me to the core, that I was making this man hard!

When I felt the biker slide into my light blue
denim, we both knew he no longer needed permission. That first connection he
made with my pussy set me on fire in an instant. Slowly, gingerly, he began to
smooth his tough hands all over my steaming sex, engulfing it completely within
his firm, caressing grasp.

Blane's fingers were pulling at the sensitive
skin of my blazing hot mound, with a stray digit flicking across my clit at
perfect intervals. As he caressed deep into my outer lips and honed in on the
inner, I let out a line of low, lustful, longful moans. I knew my clit had to
be poking out and engorged with desire, and the wetness that was growing inside
wasn't going to stay inside for very long.