Page 7 of Merry Merry Biker

There was a slight moan as my hand that had thrown the blanket off hit something hard beside me. Pushing up on my elbows, I turned and looked to the usually empty left side of my bed. It wasn’t anymore; instead, it was filled with a large, muscular body. A hot body. A very hot body and not just in looks but in temperature. ‘Jesus, the man was like a furnace.’

Lying back down with a mutter at the cheek of him taking over my bed without asking first, although I suppose it was more comfortable than a mattress on the floor. I was just falling back asleep when I suddenly sat up, worried that he was running a temperature. Pressing the back of my hand to his forehead, I sighed in relief when I found it to be cool. Nope, no temperature; the man just ran hot.

Lying back down, I turned on my side and drifted back to sleep, figuring he was in too much pain to try anything anytime soon.‘More’s the pity,’I sighed softly before falling back asleep.

I’m not sure how many hours had passed when I woke again. We’d both turned, and we were now lying on our sides. I was the little spoon to his big spoon. Tommy’s arm was wrapped around me with one large hand covering my breast. I whimpered slightly, then bit my lip as he moved his fingers, brushing over my engorged nipple; the wetness between my legs made me wonder how long we’d been in this position. Hurt or not, the man definitely woke up happy if the hard rod pushing up against my backside was any indication. It seemed that even in pain, the man was horny.

Squirming slightly, I wondered how to get myself out of the position I’d found myself in. The more I squirmed, it seemed,the harder he got. Biting my lip to stop another whimper of need from escaping.

I stiffened slightly at his deep, gruff, rumbly whisper in my ear, a whisper that had goosebumps rising over my skin, “Sprite, unless you’re good with me giving you a better orgasm than the one you gave yourself last night, you need to stop squirming because I’m so hard I’d gladly fuck you into the mattress.”

Not sure what it said about me that his words sent a thrill through my entire body, and I was hard-pressed not to rock back against him. The thought of him hard and thrusting in and out of my body sent a gush of wetness into my panties, and I gave another shiver, then gasped when, with a, “Fuck it,” he had me on my back, my sweatshirt off and he was lying between my legs, his hard cock pressing up against my clit, his mouth was on mine, his tongue twining with mine. With a needy whimper, I wrapped my legs around his hips and rocked my hips, so his cock was hitting me just right up against my clit with every thrust. It had been years since I’d had a man in my bed; it wasn’t going to take me long to detonate, especially as this man knew just how to swivel and thrust his hips.

Before long, my needy whimpers, turned into loud wails as an orgasm tore through me until I was as limp as a noodle, my arms still wrapped around Tommy, who was breathing hard, his head nestled in the crook of my neck, his breath trailing across my now naked breasts. Tommy lifted up on his elbows so that he could look at me. He had a slightly bemused look on his face, and I wondered what was wrong. Raising my eyebrows in query. He chuckled and shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“What’s wrong?” I asked curiously.

“Sprite, I just came from dry humping you. The last time that happened, I was a teenager. I may have to hand in my man card.”

Throwing my head back, I laughed. He shook his head and grinned down at me, obviously not minding my laughter, even if it was at his expense.

Still smiling, I ran my fingers through his hair, unbelievably comfortable with him even though we’d only met the night before. There was something about him that was so familiar, but I just couldn’t put my finger on why that was. I’d listened to my gut in the past, and it rarely let me down, and it told me I could trust this man.

Not that I particularly cared what it said about me being so comfortable with a man I barely knew. I mean, the man had just delivered me one of the best orgasms I’d had in a long time, and he’d barely touched me. But yeah, I suppose if we were going to sleep together, I should at least know the man’s full name.

Giving a little shrug replying, “It felt good, who cares if we dry-humped. It’s the best orgasm I’ve had in years. Imagine what we’ll be like if we get naked.”

Lowering his head, he groaned and rubbed his forehead against my breastbone, “Fuck, you’re going to kill me. I’ve been courting death for years, but I think my luck has run out now that I’ve met you.”

Laughing at his dramatics, I pushed him off me and swung my legs out of bed to get up.

“Not that I haven’t enjoyed this, but I need a shower and food. How are you feeling, do you want any pain pills?” I queried as I stood up and put my sweatshirt back on, hiding my breasts from view, pulling it down over my hips as I looked at the beast of a man taking up most of my bed. One hand rested behindhis head, the muscles flexing as he moved a little, his dark hair mussed from sleep; all in all, considering the fall he’d taken yesterday he was looking pretty good. I imagined his head had to be hurting, but you wouldn’t say so from the way his eyes were wandering up and down my body. I’d have thought he’d be good for a little while, considering we’d both just had a fantastic orgasm, but it looked like he was ready to go again.

Snapping my fingers at him to get his attention, smiling when he scowled at me. I’d have to agree with him there was nothing more annoying than having someone snap their fingers at you.

“What,” I muttered, “you weren’t answering me. I needed to get your attention somehow.”

“I’m good, Sprite. I took some more painkillers about four-ish. I’ll probably need some more in an hour or so but want to eat something first. Go shower, and if it’s okay with you, I’ll use the spare bathroom, then get the coffee on.”

“Of course it’s fine,” I assured him, then remembering to let him know about his bags, I swung back around. “Before I forget, I brought your bags that were on your bike in with me. I put them next to the front door.”

“Thanks, Sprite,” Tommy replied with a smile. With one last long lingering look at the hunk of deliciousness in my bed, I disappeared into the bathroom. I’d have to be careful about getting attached to him. From the amount of clothes and personal items he’d had on his bike, he was either a wanderer or he was on a run. He didn’t wear any colours, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t part of a club. It was looking like this was going to be my most interesting Christmas in a while, and I can’t say I was disappointed in my early Christmas present so far.

Turning on the shower, I cheerfully hummed, ‘Deck the Halls’ while washing my hair. It was shaping up to be an interesting few days.

CHAPTER 5

TOMMY

I scrubbed a hand over my face to stop myself from ogling her cute little arse as she sashayed into the bathroom for her shower.

“Fuck me,” I mumbled, pressing my head back into the pillows. Her scent filled the room. I don’t know what it was about this chick, but I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off of her. I was too jaded for her cute little arse, never mind that I was too old. Although she didn’t seem put off by me at all. And what the fuck was with the dry humping? I hadn’t come like that since I was a horny teenager. Laughing under my breath at my idiocy, I swung my legs out of her comfortable as fuck bed and walked to the guest bathroom. Other than the floor layout, nothing of this house in anyway resembled the hell hole I’d grown up in.

I’d wandered around a little, looking around in the early hours of this morning when my bladder had woken me up to take a piss. It had not been fun getting up off the floor with my ribs. After I’d taken some of the pain pills she’d left out, I couldn’t face getting back down on the floor and crawling onto the mattress. I’d looked for another bed, but not finding one, I’d gone into Sprite’s room; I’d stood for a while debating about whether or not I should climb into bed with her and if she’d freak out if I did.

Finally, the pain and tiredness had won out, and I’d laid down next to her, my body instantly relaxing into the softness of her mattress. I could have cried in relief. It hadn’t been long after that that I’d fallen asleep, only to wake up to a rock-hard cock and Sprite squirming in the bed next to me.

Washing up quickly, I left the bathroom and found my saddlebags exactly where she said they would be. Finding some comfortable clothing, and because the house was cold, I hurriedly dressed in a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a long-sleeve T-shirt. A couple of minutes later, I heard the boiler kick in, and the house started to slowly warm up. I assumed this meant that she had her heating on a timer. Going into the lounge, I put another log on the fire so that the house would stay warm when her heating went back off.

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