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Jessi
I could hear Rip come into the shop behind me, but I didn't look up yet, still working on the design that was in front of me. It was a design for J.T.'s bike, and even though I knew that Dad would never even look at it, I wanted everything to be perfect.
“What are you working on?” Rip asked, coming into the shop behind me and leaning over my shoulder to see. He was close, well within my personal space, but I didn't mind. I could smell the spicy scent of his cologne radiating off him, and I was so tempted to lean back against his warm chest, letting him pull me into his arms.
It was funny, because I had never really thought of the man as attractive before, but now that he was here, leaning over me ...
I looked back over my shoulder, smiling up at him. “It's just a design for J.T.'s bike.”.
Rip shook his head. “Watching you design bikes is so sexy,” he told me. “I can practically feel your designs purring between my legs.”
I raised an eyebrow at him, still smirking. “Does that interest you?” I asked him, reaching out daringly to trace the visible outline of his hard member against the seam of his pants.
Rip's eyes darkened, and I wasn't entirely surprised when he leaned down and captured my lips in a kiss, which soon spiraled off into something more ...
I woke up from the dream feeling hot and desperate to come, but alone, there in the sheets. Of course it was just a dream. Rip would never think of looking twice at me. He was a biker, and I was sure that he had dozens of women at his beck and call over at the Hounds' clubhouse.
For a moment, I lay there, awkwardly trying to figure out what I should do now. I was still tired and really wanted to go back to sleep, but I wasn't sure I could calm myself down enough without ...
With hardly a conscious decision from my brain, my fingers found their way down between my legs, stroking hesitantly at the cloth of my panties. Even that little pressure was enough to have me practically whimpering with desire.
God, if Rip could only see me now ...
I let my mind fill with images of his face, with thoughts of what he might do to me, and of how he might use me.
“I've wanted to fuck you for a long time now,” I imagined he would say to me. “Ever since I first saw you working here.”
I would giggle a little, turning my head away, sure that he was just saying that. “But the girls in your club-”
“Have nothing on you. God, Jessi, have you ever seen yourself? These curves ...” He traced his hands slowly down my sides, his fingertips lingering against my bare breasts and my hips. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you.”
“Please,” I whimpered, already imagining how it would feel to have his thick length pressed inside of me. I didn't even think I needed preparation. I could already feel how wet I was becoming.
I slipped my fingers inside of my tight, warm hole, practically groaning with relief. I played there with the tips of my fingers for a moment, stroking and pressing at my walls, imagining that it was the tip of his member that I was tightening around. It was just this side of not enough, but I knew that it was the best that I was going to get.
I imagined Rip thrusting deep inside of me, rolling his hips so that his hard length stimulated parts of me that I had never even known existed.
I imagined us there in the office of the shop, with me sprawled against my desk, being fucked hard from behind by Rip, whose grip on my hips never wavered. Even though I knew that we could be found at any moment, I didn't ask him to stop, and he made no signs of wavering.
I sped up the movements of my hand to match my imaginings.
I could only think of the way he would dominate me, of the way he would control my movements, and the way his fingers would skim down my skin, scorching every inch of it with heat as he fucked the life out of me. I wasn't normally the type of girl for a rough-and-tumble one-night stand, but I felt that, with Rip, that was distinctly possible.
I wanted to open myself up to him, to lay myself bare for him to ravish. It wasn't just the dream talking, either; there was more to it than that. There was the fact that my father was so against my having anything to do with this lifestyle. There was the stress of college. But there was, above all, the fact that Rip had seen my designs and seemed to respect me because of them. That was a pretty foreign concept, as far as I was concerned. And I liked that.
I had to keep reminding myself that this wasn't reality, and that Rip wasn't here. But...oh.
I gave a soft sound of pleasure at the feelings between my legs. I wasn't even doing much, just playing around a little with my clit. But I could imagine that it was Rip down there, between my legs. Rip's tongue, maybe, playing across the smooth folds of my skin, and ...
I came, feeling almost ashamed, but mostly just relaxed. I was going to have to do some serious thinking about this whole thing once I was fully awake, but for now, sleep was beckoning, and I was all too happy to let my eyes slip closed and allow blackness to wash over me.