The Bad Boys of Summer (61 page)

With her mouth free, Madison let out a loud and long moan, finally releasing all of the pressure and letting an orgasm start to tear through her young body. "Oh my god, yesssss!" she cried out, slapping the tabletop with her hand as she shuddered in pleasure. The tingling sensation started with a tickle in her clit and then began to increase, a warmth that pushed outward towards all of her extremities at once. Her fingers and toes, even her lips and mouth began to tingle and go numb and then she exploded from within, her moan becoming a scream of pleasure. She could feel her pussy start to contract, squeezing the cock within its grasp that itself was now finally starting to expand. Madison's body continued to undulate as waves of pleasure broke through her and she could feel sweat beading her head and back as her knees once again started to feel weak. She was glad she was being supported by the table underneath her or was sure she would have collapsed.

Dax let out a roar of his own as his cock felt like it had grown to twice the size within her, although she suspected part of that was due to the contractions of own pussy pressing against his fleshy rod. She smiled in delight as she felt his cock begin to spray the inside of her womb with its hot cum and his firm hand squeezed even tighter around her breasts. Dax groaned again as he continued to spasm, each time letting loose a fresh jet of warmth.

Madison was disappointed as his hands pulled away from her tits when he was finally done. The big biker pushed against the table with the flat of his palms and let his shriveling cock fall from her sopping wet sex.

M
adison lay across the table
, feeling cum drip down one of her thighs and the coolness of the air contrast against the heat and sweat from her body. She could hear the two men behind her already getting dressed.

With reluctance, she pushed herself back up and off the table. Her light pubic hair was matted against her pussy lips, sticky and wet with cum and she could feel some on her cheek from where it had leaked out as she had tried to swallow Troy's load. She was sure she looked like a mess, but she felt fantastic.

Both men were now fully dressed and looking at her, their eyes taking in her nudity with appreciative eyes.

"Get dressed," Dax barked at her. "And then meet me out front."

Madison's breath caught in her throat, waiting for him to finish speaking. Was he really saying what she thought he was saying?

"Tonight you ride with me. We'll make an ol' lady out of you yet."

Madison's face broke out into a huge grin. She was going to ride with the MC, and they were going to take her in. Make her one of their own. The excitement made her skin tingle, and she didn't even let herself be bothered by the nagging question that tickled at the back of her head.

What or who else was she going to have to do before it was official?

Before she even had a chance to ask, both men left the room, leaving the door wide open despite the fact that she still stood there stark naked. Madison hurriedly dressed, and then splashed some water over her hands and face to wash away some of the fluids that had spilled across them. She didn't want to take the chance that the men would leave without her.

As she rushed through the bar, Jimmy gave her a questioning look. It was starting to get busy and he was the only one working now besides her who could tend the bar. She almost felt bad, but then remembered how he had pretty much thrown her to the wolves, so to speak - so she flipped him off and shot out the door into the hot July sun.

Dax and Troy were already on their bikes, wearing squat little black helmets. Dax reached his hand out, offering one to her and she took it, sliding it over her blond hair and fastening it under her chin as she approached the bike warily. She'd never actually rode one before. Hell, she'd never actually even been this close to one before.

Dax gave the heel of his foot a little kick and the engine roared to life, startling Madison so much that she stepped back in surprise. Tired of waiting, Dax then reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her forward. "Get on," he yelled over the noise.

Madison wondered briefly which was louder, the roar of the motorcycle she was standing next to, or her own beating heart. In her ears, her heart was winning. She swallowed hard and then lifted her leg, swinging it over the back of the seat but not quite far enough to really call what she was doing sitting. Her ass was still hanging off of the leather between her legs, and her one foot was still firmly on the ground.

Dax bent his bald head down and saw her foot still planted, so he reached behind himself and grabbed her by the thigh with his thick, muscled hand. With a seemingly effortless gesture, he lifted her up and shoved her sideways so that she was now seated properly. Madison reached forward and wrapped her arms around the big man, squeezing him so hard she heard him give a little grunt, followed by a bark of a laugh.

"You've never been on a bike before, have you?" he yelled, his head turned slightly toward her.

She shook her head, unsure if he even saw her but she didn't trust her voice at that moment. Dax was already probably rethinking his decision to have her tag along after realizing she was a motorcycle virgin, she didn't need him to also see how terrified she was when her voice cracked.

Whether he saw her nod or not, he turned back around and gunned the motor again. With a signal to Troy on the bike next to him, they took off.

Madison bit her tongue to suppress a scream as the sudden momentum pulled her back, causing her to squeeze even tighter around the biker in front of her. She locked her hands together around Dax's chest and pressed her thighs tightly against the seat and hot metal beneath it. She wished she had worn long pants today, despite the heat. Shorts didn't seem to be the right outfit for riding a Harley.

As they sped along the streets, Madison began to notice a strange feeling between her legs. The vibration of the big engine underneath her seat was shooting up through her, pulsating through her pants and into her recently used pussy. She tried to ignore it at first, but the longer they drove, the more intense the feeling became until her thighs were numb but her engorged clit throbbed with the dull stimulation.

She shifted her position a bit, trying to wake up her thighs but noticed that the more she leaned forward, the more directly her clit was stimulated by the vibrations. The itch that was growing between her legs from the simple rumbling of the engine was now turning into something even more intense.

By now, Dax had pulled onto the freeway and they were going very fast. Cars looked as if they were speeding backwards towards them as they passed, and the wind was whipping her hair behind her in flowing waves. Curious, she tried shifting her hips slightly back, pressing her sensitive nub down even harder against the vibrating seat. She let out a gasp as the stimulation was overwhelming at first, catching her by surprise. It was even more intense than her "magic wand" at home. She pulled her hips back away again.

She never even imagined how hot riding a motorcycle would get her. She loved the feel of Dax's hard chest beneath her hands, and the power that she knew he held. She'd noticed that Troy seemed to defer to Dax, which meant that Dax held some authority. Other men listened to him. Obeyed him. He would expect his woman to do the same.

Could she be that woman? She couldn't believe was even considering this, she had only met the man less than an hour ago. That didn't stop her from sucking his dick and fucking him, of course, but now she was considering even more. Hell, she was on her way to something more. She just didn't know what.

But a man like Dax would expect her to fill a certain role, and she wasn't sure she was that person. The idea of a motorcycle gang seemed incredibly hot when it was on television, and even more so now that she was riding on the back of a Harley with a member of the Desperados. But could she take this even further, or had it already run its course? Was she willing to stay with this man? Travel with him? Satisfy him? She had no idea what was expected of her.

Still, though, she couldn't deny how incredibly hot her sex session was back at the bar. She hadn't cum that hard in ages, and never from just straight sex. Just thinking about it again, along with the vibrating bike beneath her thighs, was getting her outrageously horny. She wasn't sure what was coming over her, but she decided that just in case she never saw Dax again after today, she wasn't going to waste this opportunity. She might never get another chance to ride a huge vibrator at 80 miles an hour, so she was going to take full advantage.

She shifted her ass behind her again, once more pressing her clit against the leather seat. This time she was ready for the powerful stimulation, but it still made her eyes bug out as it hit her. The sensation was making her feel naughty, and so she unclasped her hands and started to lower one of them down along the biker's body until it rested between his legs.

She could feel his cock underneath his jeans, lying dormant as they rode but twitching slightly at her touch. She felt his back stiffen against her, likely in surprise at how forward she was being after being so afraid about getting on the bike in the first place.

She was surprised at herself as well. Granted, she was still gripping his chest hard with her one hand and there was no way that one was letting go, but the growing stimulation in her pussy was distracting her from her fear and making her focus more on what Dax had in his pants.

With the motor buzzing against her, she ran her fingertips along the jean covered length of his dick, feeling it starting to harden. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold off on her own orgasm, the familiar feeling of urgent release was starting to build within her. She wanted to hold it off as long as possible, since the denial and then surrender always intensified the experience, but this time she wasn't sure how much more intense it could get.

She raised her hand up to Dax's belly and then pushed her fingers between his skin and the hem of his jeans, worming it underneath his belt and past his underwear until she could feel the edge of his pubic hair tickling her fingers.

That was about as far as she could reach, but it was enough. She couldn't hold out any longer. Her fingers curled in his pants, wrapping around his coarse hair and pressing down against his flesh. Her thighs started to shake and quiver, and her pussy virtually exploded in her pants. It felt like the vibrations from the bike shook every atom in her body as the pleasure tore through her. Sparks of electricity ran through her veins, and her grip around Dax became more like a bear hug as her body stiffened.

Beyond the howl of the wind and the roar of the bike, she was barely aware of herself screaming in pleasure. She continued to shake as she rested her head against the leather jacket in front of her. Her grip around the biker was still firm though, as she felt like she was so wet in her pants now that she would literally slide right off the seat. If she wasn't wearing pants, she was sure that's exactly what would happen.

Her eyes closed and her cheek rested against Dax's back as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. The bike's engine was continuing to stimulate her even though she had switched positions to move her clit away from direct contact, but now it was simply a welcome tickle.

Within a few minutes, she felt them slow and she lifted her head, opening her eyes in time to see them pull into a large complex that seemed to be nestled out in the middle of a wooded area right off of the interstate they had just left.

Big iron gates were open already, and as they drove past she saw the familiar grinning skeleton and the word "Desperados" built right into it. Troy was riding along side them now as they pulled to the side of the main building. There were a number of other bikes already parked there, all of them Harley's. They slowed and then pulled up alongside them, Dax finally cutting the engine.

Madison realized then that her hand was still in his pants, so she quickly pulled it out, embarrassed that Troy might see even after what they had done back at the bar. She had never been one for public displays of affection, despite the fact that she was no stranger to sex. The three-way they'd shared earlier was about as risqué as she'd ever acted.

The two men hopped off the bike and then Dax put his hands under her arms to lift her off. As he set her down, he let his palms slide across her breasts and he gave them a little squeeze. "You enjoy yourself?" he asked.

Madison turned bright red. She'd figured he knew what she had been doing back there, especially since she had stuck her hand down his pants, but she still wasn't comfortable with Troy knowing. The other man just snickered, shaking his head as he walked on ahead of them towards the house.

"Where are we?" she asked, changing the subject.

"The clubhouse," Dax responded. He also started to walk ahead.

Madison paused as she looked at the big house in front of them. It was massive, although the style was almost that of a log cabin. It was clear, though, that it was professionally built and well fortified. She could see iron bars across all of the windows and heavy curtains keeping her from seeing inside.

"What are we doing here?" she asked. Her legs had to move quickly to keep up with the bigger man's long strides.

"You wanna be my ol' lady, don't you," he asked, although the way he said it made it sound like more of a statement than a question.

"Umm, well, " Madison stammered, tripping over her words. She wasn't sure what to say, she still wasn't sure what she wanted to do or if she was in over her head.

Dax cast a sidelong glance at her and then stopped short. She stopped as well.

"Did I imagine your hand in my pants on the way up here?" he asked.

"No," she said. "I'm just not sure..."

"What? Whether your mother would approve? You want to go back to your nice little house with your happy parents and exciting bartending job? That's fine by me. You have a cell phone, call yourself a cab." Dax started to walk towards the house.

Once again, he had read her soul and knew exactly what it was she was thinking. It would be a big disappointment to her parents if she hooked up with a biker, and they had always been happy and good to her. And she did live in a nice, safe little house.

But that's why she had gotten the bartending job in the first place. That wasn't enough for her. She was drawn to this life. And even though she barely knew him, she was drawn to Dax.

"Wait!" she called. Dax paused. "Yes," she finally said.

"Yes, what?"

"I-I want to be your old lady."

He didn't turn around, or even acknowledge her, he just started walking again. Madison hurried to catch up. "So I'm still not sure what we're doing here?" she said, looking for some kind of attention from the man.

"First things first, you gotta meet the prez. All the potential ol' ladies do."

"What for?"

Dax laughed. "Ain't no point being the king, if you can't sample the wares," he said.

Madison scrunched up her face in confusion. What the hell was he talking about? Sample what wares? Then it hit her.

"Wait, what? You don't mean... like... I have to have sex with him, do you? I don't even know who he is?"

Dax smiled and turned to her as they walked, the house only a few feet away now and the door was still open after Troy had gone in. "You didn't really know me, either," he said.

"Ya, but-"

"You really don't know anything about the MC."

They got to the door and Dax stepped aside, gesturing her forward.