Page 11 of Nightstalker

“So…did you sleep well?” I just couldn’t stop myself. There was something sexy about a flustered Jasmin.

Before she could reply she dropped her helmet on the ground with a loud crack.

“FUCK!” she yelled and bent over to pick up her helmet.

God Damn, if I though her ass looked good in those jeans she had on last night, they got nothin’ on black leather. I should make a shrine in honor of her ass; my hand was twitching to smack those juicy cheeks before I slid into her from behind.

Before I could lift my eyes off her gorgeous ass she looked over her shoulder at me, I did not give two shits that she caught me staring at her.

“You know I have a face right?” she snapped at me.

“Oh yeah darlin’, I did not miss that pretty pink color you were sportin’ when you high tailed it off this porch to rush to your bike.”

“Holy shit you’re annoying. I did not ‘high tail it’ anywhere. You certainly have an active imagination.”

“I just call it like I see it. You never answered me, did you sleep well?”

As if on cue there was the pretty blush across her cheeks.

“Fuck off, Lincoln.” She yelled over her shoulder as she threw her leg over her bike and started her up.

Before I could even start my Lightning LS-218 she shot out of the driveway. I could no longer hear her bike as I revved mine and took off. I caught up with her once we hit the highway. This bitch was crazy weaving in and out of traffic, hitting speeds of 100 mph in morning traffic.

I pulled up beside her once we hit the Severn River Bridge. It was a beautiful morning; the sailboats were all out in the bay enjoying the early summer weather. Jasmin glanced over at me, and lifted her left hand off the bars shot one finger in the air circled it and pointed forward. This chick wanted to race me? Damn this woman was crazy as shit! I nodded my head, up shifted, and hit the throttle. My bike quickly accelerated to 150 mph in three seconds flat. Damn I loved this bike. She was worth every last penny. Jasmin caught up to me a few seconds later. Her bike was nowhere near as fast as mine, but I’d let her play. There was traffic coming up in front of us, we split off. She swerved right to pass two cars and I took the left lane, dodging in between the other motorists. We were almost on the other side of the bridge. Traffic cleared and she gunned it. I let her pull ahead of me, I knew she was getting ready to top her speed out nearing 160 mph. I still had plenty of horsepower to blow through before I was anywhere near done. I shifted into sixth gear and hit the throttle; I blew by her like she was standing still. Coming off the bridge I down shifted, slowing my bike. Jasmin flipped me the finger as she pulled next to me. We slowed our speed as we made our way through the historic downtown Annapolis area, passing the capitol building pulling into the parking area of Z Corps.

Pulling into the parking spaces designated for Z Corps, I turned my bike off and threw the kick stand. Damn, I missed riding my baby while I was gone. Jasmin parked as far away from me as she could, dismounting her bike, and pulling her helmet off. She shook out all that long silky hair, using her fingers to try and comb out the knots. Fuck me! I could not help imagining what she looked like on her hands and knees with my hands fisting all that hair as I fucked into her from behind. This chick was a walking wet dream.

“You always drive like a fucking maniac?” I yelled over to her.

“Only when an asshole is chasing me.”

I stepped in front of her, blocking her path as she tried to exit the parking structure. Standing this close to her I could smell the familiar scent of sweet night Jasmin on her skin. One more step and we would be touching. One more step and that sweet ass body would be pressed against mine.

“Believe me sweet Jasmin when the time is right, I won’t be chasing. I’ll be taking,” I whispered.

“That will never happen,” she responded but made no effort to move away from me.

“Oh, it’s gonna fuckin’ happen. I will have you.” I closed the small distance between us, making sure she could feel my days’ worth of stubble on her soft cheek as I inched closer to her ear. “I will take, and touch, and lick every single inch of your tight little body. Your little pussy will ache so badly you’ll beg me to fuck you.” I pushed my hard dick on her lower stomach so she could feel just how serious I was.

That soft little moan that slipped past her lips told me she was on board with my idea even if she was going to fight it. Yeah I was looking forward to that fight.

“Who the fuck do you think you are talking to me like that?”

“Sweet Jasmin, I don’t have to think. I know I am the man that is going to tie you down, fuck you, and push you to your limits. I am the man that is going to snap the tight control you are desperate to keep. I am the man that is going to break you and bend you. You can try and fight me; I am counting on it actually. Nothing will change in the end, you will be mine, but it will make the journey all the more fun.”

I stepped away adjusting my now hard dick in my pants. Her eyes followed and grew big when she saw just how thick I was through my pants.

“You can’t talk to me like that. No one has ever talked to me like that!”

I wasn’t sure if her face was red because she was turned on or pissed the hell off; probably a little of both.

“That’s because you have never had a real man, Jasmin. I am not a little boy who is going to ask, I will take, but more than that, you will desperately want to give it to me.”

With that I walked away, not giving her a chance to pull away from me. I made my way into Z Corps public reception area. A cute blonde was behind the desk giving me the same ‘fuck me’ smile I have seen thousands of times.

“Good Morning, Lincoln,” she chirped out.

With a nod of my head I walked past her, I didn’t want to encourage this woman. A simple ‘good morning’ will turn into a conversation that then turns into encouragement. I was not interested. Woman like this blonde were a dime a dozen. I was sure she had offered up her services to every man employed by Z Corps.