The Biker's Fate Chapter 401

Once inside, Flea covered my mouth with his, his hand to my face, guiding me backwards toward a row of parts tables lined up against the back wall.

"Careful," he said, attempting to guide me around something as we walked, continuing to kiss me. Despite his warning, I managed to bump my elbow on the corner of something very hard and sharp; not surprising, given our surroundings.

"Shit!" I cried out, breaking away from Flea's delicious lips.

"Did you hit the cherry picker?" Flea asked, and I looked over to see a large car part of some sort, hanging by a chain on a large metal stand.

"I don't know. Is that what that's called?" I asked, pointing to the object. Flea burst out laughing, killing what little was left of my lady boner. I'll give him this, he correctly read the expression on my face and stopped laughing, gently taking my elbow in his hands.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. Are you okay?" he asked, still smiling slightly.

"No, my elbow hurts, and you think I'm stupid," I said, irritated and in pain.

"Stupid? When did I call you stupid?" he asked, but I said nothing, and pulled my arm away. "C'mon, don't do that," Flea said. "I only laughed because you've been working here for over two weeks, and you still don't know the difference between a V-twin motorcycle engine, and the hoist that's holding it up."

"See? You think I'm stupid," I ground out.

"No, I think you're smart, beautiful, funny, and that your sexy ass doesn't know the difference between a spark plug and a butt plug." He smiled.

I burst out laughing. I couldn't help it. As much as I wanted to be mad at Flea, he was right. He took my hand and kissed it, working his way gently all the way up to my throbbing elbow where he placed one final kiss.

"Is that better?" he asked.

"Getting there," I replied. "But I still don't get what you boys see in all this metal junk that gets you so excited."

"Metal junk?" Flea exclaimed. "Baby, next to you, this Harley V-twin engine is the sexiest thing on the planet. In fact, both of you in the same room is almost more than I can handle."

"You're comparing me to an engine?" I protested playfully.

"An engine is very sexy when you think about it."

"How's that?" I asked.

"Lemme show you," he said, guiding my hands to the chrome beast hanging from the heavy chain. "Inside this dual-cylinder block are pistons. The pistons move in and out of the cylinders, driven by tiny explosions." He leaned down and ran his lips over my neck.

"What c… causes the exp… losions?" I asked, finding it hard to form words, distracted by the heat of Flea's mouth on my bare skin.

"When just the right spark meets the right amount of fuel, the piston thrusts into the cylinder, driving the crank shaft into motion. This is repeated, over and over. Thrusting in and out, explosion after explosion, until the V is purring."

His hand moved down my neck, cupping my breast, then using his palm to rub my nipple into a hard bead. He guided me to the wall and removed his hand long enough to hike my skirt up over my hips, then his hand was between my legs and his breath whispered across my skin as he said, "Of course, friction can be a problem, causing things to overheat. That's why lubrication is important."

I heard the swish of tearing lace as my panties were instantly ruined, but when his thumb went to my clit, I didn't care. His mouth left my neck and he knelt in front of me, running his tongue over my clit. As I stayed anchored to the wall, he guided one leg over his shoulder and pressed his face further into my pussy, his tongue lapping at my folds.

I gripped his head, trying to stay balanced as my hips moved of their own accord against his mouth. I let out a whimper. "Flea."

He stood quickly, unbuttoning his jeans and dropping them to his ankles, then rolling on a condom. "Hold my shoulders, baby."

I did as he directed and was rewarded with his cock pressing against my entrance. "Hold on."

He thrust into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He gripped my thighs to keep me steady and slammed into me again and again as I tried not to scream his name. One orgasm then another rolled over me and I bit his shoulder to stay as quiet as I could. He buried himself deep and kissed me as I felt his cock pulse inside of me.

"God damn, you're perfect," he whispered, smiling as he kissed me again.

I slid my hands into his hair. "Back atya."

"Gonna let you go now."

I nodded, and he pulled out of me, holding me while I set my feet on the ground. He grabbed a wad of paper towels and took care of the condom while I caught my breath.

Snagging my panties off the floor, he shoved them in the pocket of his jeans, now pulled back over his hips. He pressed a paper towel gently against me and I frowned.

"I can't believe you ruined yet another pair of my panties," I complained.

He grinned. "Next time don't wear any."

"You're funny," I retorted. "Grab my purse, would you?"

He nodded and left me, returning quickly with my bag where I'd stashed a fresh pair.

"You little minx," he said, as I shimmied them on.

I grinned. "You mean, genius."

He kissed me, stroking my cheek. "Yes, definitely a genius."

"Is sex always like this?" I asked, fixing my skirt.

"No."

I frowned. "You mean it can be bad?"

"With us? No, it won't be."

"How can you be so sure?"

He slid his hand to my neck. "Are you really concerned?"

I bit my lip.

"What, baby?" he pressed.

"I overheard my mom and Maisie talking once. About sex. It kind of traumatized me," I admitted. "I remember more the grossness I felt than the words, but now that I know more, a few things fell into place."

"And…"

"Mom faked her orgasms."

Flea dropped his head back and laughed. "How old were you?"

"Ten. I remember because it was the day before my birthday and Maisie had come over to help decorate the house." I shuddered. "Maisie and my mom shared way too much about their sex lives."

"I think we're okay."

"How do you know I haven't faked my orgasms?"

He smiled, his eyes getting soft. "Because I know your body, Grace. Believe me, if you weren't into it, I'd know."

"What makes you so special?"

"You do," he said. "My whole being wants to make you feel good, so I know when you're slightly off center, emotionally, sexually, whatever."

I looped my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him gently. "I like that, honey."

"On the flipside of that, though. If you're not feelin' it, you tell me. Don't fake anything, okay?"

"I promise."

He smiled, kissing me again, then giving me a gentle squeeze. "You ready to open the shop?"

I nodded and we went about our day.