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  Riding in the Night

  (Live Free MC)

  by Selina Kinsey

  He slid his steely member in and out of me, slowly at first, but gaining speed as we went. One hand rested on my hip, the other had a fist full of my hair, pulling just enough, like the reigns of a horse. I was his filly and he was breaking me in.

  I looked into the full length mirror and another wave of pure sexual release hit me as I watched him fuck me from behind. My tits bouncing with every motion. He was staring at my ass, watching his penis slide in and out of me, but then he looked and we locked eyes in the mirror and I my pussy convulsed and the massive orgasm shook me hard. My body convulsed and wouldn’t stop. My toes curled, my hands gripped the chair so hard I thought I would break it.

  Rian stopped rocking me, but stayed inside. “Good?” he said, I could hear the smile in his voice.

  “Oh God,” I said.

  He pulled out and untied me and we fell to the bed, tangled in each other.

  “Tell me.”

  “Not now,” I said.

  “Tell me now. I have to know.”

  I said I would tell Rian all about my past. How I had come to know so much about life in the MC. It was a story I wasn’t looking forward to, but it had to be told and it was as good a time as any. I closed my eyes, started talking, and didn’t stop until I had said everything.

  ***

  It was a few years ago. I was working in a bar, not the kind of fun, exciting go out on a Friday night kind of place, but the kind of sad, lonely place where you could drink and never strike up a conversation with another soul. My official job title was bartender, but did it all. I poured the drinks, swept the floor, and even ordered supplies if the manager was too drunk or stoned to do it himself. It wasn’t the kind of place you wanted to spend the rest of your life, but I had to admit it was what I needed at that point. I had just lost my job due to cutbacks and a week later my boyfriend of two years took off with some friend of his. I was at a low point, maybe my lowest, and that bar seemed like the best place I could be. Like everyone else there, I was hiding from the world.

  I remember it was a Tuesday night, sometime after midnight. I was thinking about shutting the place down because the only person there was Tommy, the 59 year old former baseball player, and he had been passed out for an hour.

  The door opened and he walked in. He was not the type that usually walked into that bar. He was tall, with dark soulful eyes. Muscular, but not big, a swimmer’s build. He reminded me a lot of guy from True Blood, the tall blonde guy. What made him blend in to the place was his appearance. His white v-neck t-shirt was torn and there was a deep cut above his right eye that was healing badly.

  He sat at the bar and ordered a whiskey. “Have one for yourself, on me.”

  I poured a second and we clinked glasses.

  “Rough night?”

  He drained the glass and motioned for another. “What’s with him?” he said pointing to Tommy.

  “He’s here every night. Falls asleep in that same spot most nights. Used to play ball.”

  “Anyone I’d ever heard of?

  “No, not unless you follow Triple A teams.”

  He shook his head and took another drink. He looked around the place and noticed the broken pinball machine with the glass smashed inside.

  “Have some trouble here?”

  “Been like that ever since I’ve been here. Manager can’t or won’t get rid of it.”

  “Maybe it has sentimental value.”

  I smiled at him. “Maybe.” He had this easy way about him and when I talked to him he made it seem like the rest of the world drifted away. “What time does this place close?”

  I walked over to the neon sign and switched it off. I turned off all the lights in the place except the small ones over bar. We walked to Tommy and hoisted him of his chair. We half walked half carried him to the door. He thanked me for a most wonderful evening and walked out into the night.

  “He going to be OK?”

  I said, “Never had a problem before. What now?”

  “One more drink and we hit the road.”

  “What makes you think I’m going anywhere with you?”

  He reached behind the bar and grabbed the bottle. He poured us each a drink. “Stay if you want. I can see how you’d be attached to this place. So much charm.”

  I took my drink from his hand and said, “OK, smartass. Before you take me away care to tell me your name?”

  “Bishop. That’s what people call me anyway. Like a religious guy, not like a chess piece. I’m the guy everyone goes to when they have a problem. They used to at least.”

  “My name is Marie,” we shook hands and laughed at the silliness of shaking hands so long after meeting, but there was a spark between us as we did,

  I locked up and he got on a motorcycle.

  “No way, those things are death traps.”

  “It’s safe. Especially when I’m in control.”

  I hesitated but took got on the back. Don’t ask me why I was doing what I was doing. Going off into the night with a strange man -- a bloody man -- on the back of his motorcycle was the craziest thing I had done at that point, but maybe I needed the crazy. If he had come along on any other day, at any other point in my life things wouldn’t have gone down the way they did.

  We tore through the streets, going way too fast, but I never felt in danger, not once. He was a master of his bike, taking every curve and hill with ease and confidence. I had never been on a bike before and I wasn’t prepared for the deep vibration running through my body, starting between my legs. I gripped him tighter and felt the warmth from him.

  We rode for a long time. Despite my reservations about the bike it was an amazing way to see the city, especially at night. The lights, the after hours crowd, the smells I could never get in a car. I was hooked.

  We stopped at little joint I was surprised to see open this late. It was a small concrete building with a neon sign in the window that said, “Now Frying.”

  We went inside and it smelled fantastic. A little man with a greasy apron came out of the back and smiled big when he saw Bishop. He noticed the cut above his eye but didn’t say anything about it. He shook my hand and introduced himself as Smitty. He ran behind the counter and got a half empty bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He brought them around to us and promised something tasty soon.

  We sat at a table. As Bishop poured our drinks I said, “What do they make here?”

  “Fried chicken mainly, but Smitty will fry up just about anything if you ask him.”

  I noticed a slight southern accent as he spoke. It hadn’t been there earlier.

  “I’m from Kentucky, but my accent only comes out when I’m drinking. Or talking about fried chicken.”

  Smitty came out with two plates of chicken and french fries. It was hot, greasy, and delicious. We stopped talking as we stuffed our faces. When we were done I thought I might explode. We sat back with our drinks and enjoyed the feeling of a good meal in our stomachs.

  “What about this?” I said, pointing to his cut.

  “I had a disagreement with some people. It’s fine.”

  I didn’t get a chance to ask anymore. Four guys in matching leather vests came in. They came right to the table. The biggest guy stood next Bishop. He had buzzed hair and a belly so big I doubt his vest could have closed properly. Each guy had patches on their vests.

  “Bishop,” said the big guy.

  “Taylor,” said Bishop.

  Taylor stared, but Bishop looked over each one of them.

  Taylor took a deep breath and said, “You got a problem now. You know Smitty’s is our t
urf and here you are.”

  Bishop stared right back at him and said, “Smitty’s is Eagles territory and that means rival Motorcycle Clubs can’t come in here, but since I’m not a rival MC, I’m just here as a private person eating his dinner those rules don’t apply to me.”

  “You seem to think a lot of rules don’t apply to you.”

  “I think stupid rules made by assholes don’t apply to me.”

  One of the other bikers, with a big beard made a move on Bishop, but Taylor stopped him. “Not here. Don’t disrespect the chicken shack. Take it outside.”

  We all walked outside. Taylor turned to me and said, “You should go. This little prick here is about to have a serious fucking accident. It’s going to get ugly. Best to remember him as he is right now, with his pretty face still in one piece.”

  Bishop said, “Just stay right there Marie. I won’t be a minute.”

  Taylor turned to Bishop and made a move on him. Bishop kicked Taylor’s knee out and the big guy went down. Bishop grabbed his vest and punched him across this thick jaw. Taylor fell to the pavement. The bearded guy came close and Bishop smashed his nose with an elbow. He grabbed his shoulders and Bishop’s knees slammed into his crotch. Bearded guy let out a long howl.

  The other two came in close, but Bishop pulled a gun and they stopped.

  “Guys, don’t make this any worse. You don’t want this any more than I do.”

  They must have agreed because they didn’t make a move with Bishop holstered his gun. We got on Bishop’s bike and it roared to life. Just before we took off Bishop turned to them and said, “Think about what you’re doing fellas,” and we were off again.

  I gave directions to my place since Bishop thought it would be best if he stayed away from his place for a little while. We pulled in front of my apartment and made our way upstairs.

  “You want to tell me what the hell that was all about?” I said.

  “Not really.”

  “Considering you’re in my place, which I am letting you stay in because those guys look like they might kill you, you better start talking.”

  He got right up in my face and said, “Don’t tell me what to do. Better learn that quick.”

  “Who the hell do you think you are? There’s the door. Get the hell out.”

  I grabbed his arm, trying to make him move, but he took a hold of me and kissed me hard on the mouth.

  I broke apart and said, “Don’t ever do that again.”

  He kissed me again and held me ever closer as I tried to struggle away. His hands were all over my breasts, down my back to my ass, and across my pussy. I continued to struggle, but I was kissing him back, kissing him hard. I rubbed his crotch and felt his erection grow under his pants.

  I was so turned on, I couldn’t explain it. The danger, the thrill, and Bishop’s incredible sexiness was overwhelming. Before I even realized it our clothes were off. He yanked my panties down hard. He smacked my ass several more times, his hand on my bare skin stung. I felt my ass getting red and wished I had a mirror so I could see for myself. He smacked me two more times and I was in glorious pain.

  “I’m in control here, you understand?”

  “Yes sir,” I said nodding.

  He rubbed my ass gently with his hand and ran a finger down the crack of my ass. His finger found my pussy and began massaging. After the pain of the spanking, the gentle touch on my pussy felt amazing. He inserted a finger and moved it in and out.

  “Does that feel good?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He sat on the couch, pulling me down with him. I was sitting between his legs, my back to him. He reached down and stroked my pussy a bit. I leaned my head back and he kissed me. His middle finger was positioned perfection between my folds, on my clit. He moved his hand back and forth. He was amazing. I had never had this kind of connection with someone before. He knew what I wanted and how to get it.

  He rubbed me and pinched my nipples and just as I was about to come I made him stop. I turned around and kneeled down in front of him, taking his cock in my mouth. I played with his balls as I moved my head up and down. I looked up at him and he was watching me suck his cock.

  I lightly kissed his head and licked down the underside of his shaft. I put my mouth around it and swallowed as much as I could. With my hand on the base of his cock I sucked him and when I needed to breathe I licked and kissed the tip some more. I licked down one side and back up the other. I flicked my tongue where the head met the shaft and swallowed him again. Back and forth I took him in and out of my mouth. I cupped his balls I licked him with the tip of my tongue as my head moved up and down.

  He lifted me from the floor and bent me over the couch. From behind he roughly spread my legs and shoved his massive cock inside me.

  “Tell me you love this. Tell me you like it rough.”

  I did whatever he told me. “I love your giant cock. I love it rough.”

  He pumped me and pulled my hair. He was right. I was loving it rough and he knew how to use what he had. I felt my throat and face turn red as my orgasm build. I looked down and watched his monster, glistening from my juices, pound me over and over again. Watching his cock fuck my pussy drove me wild and I came hard. I moaned loudly and I felt his cock pulse as Bishop came, dumping a hot load of jizz into my pussy.

  In the afterglow of our union we laid there in each other’s arms. “Tell me the truth. What happened between you and those guys?”

  He took a deep breath and was silent for long I didn’t think he was actually going to tell me. Finally he said, “Those guys are in the Eagles MC. Stands for Motorcycle Club.”

  “Like a gang?”

  “No, not like a gang. At least it wasn’t until recently. I was their vice president. We looked out for the community. We ran drugs and gambling, but we controlled it. We didn’t let kids use, and we didn’t let the gamblers lose their house. Illegal yes, but the way I saw it, those things were going to be around anyway. Better to keep an eye on it. Then Taylor, the president, wanted more. Old story I guess, but he wasn’t happy. He saw that we could make more money if we lost our souls. He started running the gambling, taking guys for thousands, more sometimes. People lost their homes, families were torn apart. The worst was when he started selling drugs in schools. He was getting students hooked on speed when they needed to pull all nighters to study.”

  “So you left?”

  “I tried to show them what they were doing is wrong. I had two of the guys on my side, but Taylor wasn’t hearing any of it. We fought, then he stripped me of my patch and cut. That was it for me. I didn’t think there was anything left for me in this town. I walked into your bar to have a drink as I was leaving.”

  I laid there taking it all in. Just being around him was dangerous. “We can still leave. Where ever you were heading we can still go.”

  “What about your life here.”

  “An empty apartment and working for drunks in a dive?”

  He held me closer and said, “We can go, but there’s one thing I have to do first. There’s money in the clubhouse. It’s my money and it was made legit. We can use it to start a new life. And if we don’t want to start a new life there’s enough to last while we tour the country as long as we budget smart.”

  “Is it safe?”