Page 1 of Satan's Naughty List
Chapter One
Wipingthesweatfrommy forehead, I feel the greasy smear left behind. A shallow curse is the only attention I give it. The grease from the chain makes my hands slippery, no matter how much I dry it on the rag. Holding tightly onto the wrench, I crank the ratchet until I can’t without risking busting the bolt. Grabbing the pre-set torque wrench, I hook it up and slowly push until I hear the shallowclick. Bolting in the fender, I take a step back.
Pride swells in my chest as I dry my hands off and admire my work. My 1947 Indian Chief is back to its original beauty. The seafoam blue mixed with the fallen brown is like a dream. I swear I can see the sun glinting off the beauty, even though it’s the middle of the night.
“What are you still doing down here?” His voice sends a shiver down my spine, my cock jumping in my jeans as his fingers drag down my back. Techy lays his head on my shoulder, admiring my bike with me. Scratching my beard, I lay my head on his and give him a quick recap on my work. He listens as I complain about the fender being a bitch and needing patched due to an old rust hole.
“Either way, just look at her. She’s a beauty.” Admiration is clear in my voice, the girl I’ve been working on for months is finally complete.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were talking about a submissive,” he chuckles, his fingers grazing the waist of my pants, right by the button. I’m not sure when it traveled to the front. I’m not going to stop him from having a good time. “Ice is laying down on the roads this time of year. You won’t be able to ride it come spring.”
“When there’s a will, there’s a way. Plus, you know better, I’ll only scene with you,” I coo mockingly, snapping my hand to meet his wrist when he suddenly dips it in. “Did you prep?”
“You think I’d come down here and get ready to beg without it?” He teases, shaking my grip off him. Lifting his head, he meets my eyes, that same wicked glint meeting me as it has since we got together.
“Close to five years and I still can’t get enough of you,” I breathe, leaning down to meet his plush lips. He doesn’t hesitate, meeting me in the middle as we kiss like our lives depend on it.
“It’s because my dick is too good,” he quips back, tugging my bottom lip away. Fully turning my body toward him, I snatch his head by the nape of his neck, keeping his hot little body pressed against mine. We’re close to the same height, but he’s still just a few inches shorter than me.
“I think you’ll be saying that in a few minutes when I’ve got you bent over this beautiful bike while I admire you both. Then I’ll shove my cock so damn deep you’ll taste it.” Tipping his head back up, we combine forces and dominate each other. I want him to be so damn wanton before I fuck him silly. He’ll be delirious when I’m done.
“Please, Nomad,” he gasps as I pull back from his lips, biting down on his neck and giving him love bites. I don’t draw blood, but he hisses with every bite. He knows that I love to mark him, tell everyone that he’s mine. It doesn’t matter if he wears my ring or has my name tattooed on his cock. I want everyone to know that he’s off limits in all aspects.
“That’s a good boy, begging for me,” I grunt, rubbing my covered cock against his. “What do you want me to do, hmm?” Sucking his earlobe between my teeth, I let soft puffs of air cast into the shell of his ear. Reaching between us, I undo the button on my pants then the button on his. The plain cotton shirt he wears falls over my hand, letting me feel his hardened core without seeing it. The soft trail of hair that trails down to the edge of his boxers is just another tease.
“Please let me suck you,” he groans as I tug his earlobe away from his body and let it roughly drag through my teeth.
“Who am I to deny my sweet husband? Pull your cock out.” He does as asked, shaking like a teenager who’s never gotten laid before. I think it’ll always be like this between us. I just can’t get enough of him. Skimming both hands to meet on his shoulders, I shove him onto his knees. His face is level with my straining erection that threatens to tear the stitches of my jeans. He fumbles to pull me free, shoving the tight denim down to my knees.
“Can I?” He asks, jaw dropping open and wetting his lips. Wrapping one fist around the base of my cock and the other in his hair, I guide his perfect mouth over me. Immediately he sucks me into his warmth, his tongue dragging over the bottom of me as I fuck into his throat. Just the way he likes it.
“Fuck, I love the way you suck my dick,” I grunt, rearing back and slamming home. He groans in agreement, swallowing as I hit the back of his throat. “I bet your ass is just waiting to be filled, isn’t that right? You’re just a dirty boy who loves cock. Stroke yourself, Techy.”
As I slide out of his mouth, the saliva stream hangs between us. With absolute fascination, I watch my man rub himself to the precipice of pleasure, then slow back down. Self-edging sucks. Cupping his jaw, I devour his lips. He tastes salty, just as I anticipated. Not that I’m complaining.
“Up,” I demand, stepping back. He shuffles to stand, kicking off his bottoms the rest of the way. I’m half tempted to caveman his shirt and just rip it in half, but I hold myself back. Instead, I lift the hem and let him take it off. I admire his bare chest, free of any tattoos besides the club tattoo. He wears it proudly, not that he was given much of a choice back in the day.
“Over the motorcycle, present that hot ass to me, Pax.” He does as asked, dropping onto his elbows on the seat and curving his back to push his bottom out. It’s perfectly pale with a slight tan from the summer. He’d work without a shirt, get all sweaty and sun kissed…
I palm his globes, the slight glaze of blond hair doesn’t faze me. It never has. He’s been my rock through the worst of it all, and I’d do anything for him. Looking down, I realize he’s got his plug shoved in, prepared just as he’d promised. My hands are dirty from work and it wouldn’t be safe for me to work him through without cleaning them. Reaching around, I fumble in the toolbox for a moment and grab the small stashed bottle of lube. The cap pops open with a subtle sound then the cool trickle meets his swollen hole. He jumps slightly then coos when I tap the head of the plug.
“You’re such a good little submissive,” I coo, using my free hand to smack his ass. A yelp followed by a pleasured groan follows. The pale is now a very light shade of pink. “I wonder what it would look like red.”
“Show me, daddy,” he moans and wiggles. Looping my finger into the plug holder, I pull it out slowly. His tight ass releases it with apop.
“You caught me at a bad time, baby. I can’t stretch you out, so you’re going to just have to fucking take it.” I send a series of swats to his bottom, the color deepening every time.
“Yes sir,” he agrees, nodding his head on the leather seat. “I can take it.” The grease transfers from my hands to his ass, the globes covered in a smudges of gray, heat radiates off his skin. Notching my cock to his tight, puffy ring, I press forward as gently as I can. He jerks slightly, before relaxing and pushing back, letting me in.
Words of encouragement with a hint of degradation, I keep him on his toes as I sink deeper and deeper to the hilt. Breathing hard, the air hisses through my teeth as my balls slap against his. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight.” Stretching his ass cheeks apart, I slowly retreat before pushing back into his tight heat. “I love how your ass just sucks my cock in,” I grunt. My hands pull back and send a unison smack on to his delicious ass.
“More, I need more,” he gasps. I pick up the pace just slightly, not enough to send him over the edge. His moans and groans change tunes until I hit the spot I know drives him crazy. His short nails claw into the metal of the bike, one hand reaching back for me. Lacing our fingers together, I pin his arm behind him and drive home. The slight tingle in my spine starts, my toes curling. My free hand moves from his hip to the base of his neck, fisting his hair and drawing his body up.
“Jerk yourself off, I want your cum all over my fucking bike. Mark it, baby.” His pitch turns almost squeaky as he pumps himself quickly. The bulbous head of his beautiful cock is bright red and weeping, pearls of cum slide through the slit and onto the bike. It’ll be a hassle to clean later, but that’s a project for another day.
My balls draw tightly into my body, and I’m sitting on the edge as we collide over and over again, his ass squeezing me for everything I have. “Cum.” The command is simple but rough. His body trembles and stutters as he growls his release, coating the seat of my bike. We both observe the creamy color ooze down the metal and drip slowly. “Shit, I’m going to fill this ass so damn full of my seed, you’ll fucking taste it,” I grunt, moving from his hair to the front of his throat.
“Yes,” he chants, over and over again as he keeps coming. Ropes of it pull from him and settle around us.
