Creep
Just cos it’s Halloween..........
She knew it was getting late, way too late to be pushing on with so far left to go, but she still heaved a sigh at the feel of the powerful Harley slowing. A gloved hand patted her knee and she laid her head against her old man’s back, the wordless conversation that passed between them showing that he realised her reservations and she understood the lack of options.
Maybe ten minutes later, they pulled off the tree-lined road and into the poorly maintained parking lot of probably the only motel for miles. The dimly lit vacancies sign was missing a couple of bulbs and she couldn’t help eyeing it uneasily as she slid off the bike.
“Sorry, darlin’,” came that Scottish drawl she loved so much, a strong arm banding around her waist. “I know it don’t look like much, but I just ain’t risking laying the bike down wi’ you on the back.”
Much as she was longing for their own bed, in their own little town, she swallowed that down and leaned in against him. “You must be exhausted,” she murmured. “This is … fine.”
The Samcro president chuckled at her attempt to make the best of it, giving her an appreciative little squeeze. “It ain’t that, but it’ll have to do for tonight,” he said, scanning the dark road for any sign of headlights. “Shite, I didn’t realise we’d pulled so far ahead o’ Tig and Rat. Maybe they didn’t see us make the turn … Listen, why don’t you scoot on into the office and see about a room? I’ll see if I can raise Tiggy.”
“Don’t be long,” she nodded, pressing a little kiss to his scarred cheek before handing him her helmet and heading off across the lot under the starlit sky, raking a hand through the windswept strands of her hair.
Much as she’d rather they had made it home from the road trip – a rare one deemed safe enough for her to travel with her old man – she had to admit the prospect of a bed for the night, any bed, was a welcome one and she had to stifle a yawn even as she pushed open the door of the quaint little office.
“Uh, hello?” she called, seeing a light on in a back room.
She almost regretted it when a balding man shuffled out to take up position behind the counter, his watery blue eyes seeming to creep over her from head to toe, making her suddenly feel much more exposed than she should have in her skinny jeans and close-fitting leather jacket.
“Room for one?” came the inquiry, curiosity tinged with something that seemed almost hopeful in that strangely soft voice.
“Oh, no,” she was quick to make the correction, jerking a thumb over her shoulder in the direction she had just come from. “My boyfriend’s just making a call …”
“Late to be out this way alone.”
“Yeah, well, my boyfriend and I were just driving home and time got away from us,” she started to explain, feeling a rush of relief when the door opened and Chibs strode in. “Oh, Filip, I was just explaining what happened.”
“Yeah? There ain’t a problem, is there?” the biker asked, seeming to sense his girlfriend’s unease and immediately taking up position by her side, her fingers quickly lacing through his.
But it seemed there wasn’t and the night manager of the run-down motel bustled about finding them a room, taking the payment and handing over a key on an oversized fob.
“This place gives me the creeps,” came the whisper, as they headed off to find their room, making Chibs chuckle.
“Nothin’ to be scared o’ when you got me,” he grinned, dropping a little kiss on top of his old lady’s head as she struggled with the key in the lock. “Ay, I’ve got a key for your lock right here …”
“Filip!” she giggled, feeling him crowding up against her in the narrow doorway and feigning outrage at the somewhat crude joke.
All her protests melted away though when the door finally gave in under her efforts and her old man hustled her inside, giving their basic surroundings only the most perfunctory glance before pushing her up against the nearest wall for a deep, longing kiss.
“I thought you wanted to get some sleep?” she tried, letting her legs hook around his waist as he lifted her up.
“After,” he mumbled against her lips, already fumbling with the fly of his jeans.
Maybe it was a sign that tiredness was creeping in after all that they actually made it to the bed at all, shedding clothes as they went.
“So fucking beautiful,” Chibs murmured lazily, his hands trailing over soft bare skin as his naked girlfriend finally straddled his hips, her hands gently stroking the length of his engorged cock before she rose up until the swollen head was rubbing against her sensitive clit.
“Tell me what you want …” she murmured, biting her lips as his hands slid over her thighs and up over her ribcage to cup her full firm breasts.
“Just you, my love,” he declared, his pupils lust-blown as he gazed up at her. “My gorgeous old lady riding my cock. Fuck, I’m so damn hard for you right now.”
“I know,” she smiled, leaning down for a teasing kiss that turned into a gasp of pleasure at the feel of his cock sliding over her pussy lips to press at her entrance.
Then she was sinking down on him, trying not to cry out as his length slowly filled her up.
“Oh my god, Filip,” she moaned, her hands braced on his inked chest, his hands taking a firmer hold of her hips and helping to guide her as she moved slowly on him. “Oh god, you feel so good …”
“That’s it, baby,” Chibs ground out. “Ride me, just like that. Fuck, that’s it.”
For a long moment, all that filled the tiny room was the sound of skin on skin, laboured breathing, and their mingled moans of pleasure. And when they finally came, the clenching of his old lady’s tight heat sending Chibs over the edge after her, they could only lay there in a sweaty tangle of sated limbs.
“Now get some sleep,” the Scotsman grinned, cuddling her to his chest and pressing a kiss to her temple – one that faltered when she froze in his arms and he found himself following her stricken gaze towards the previously unseen tiny blinking red light in the corner of the room. “What the fuck?”