Perks Of Being In A Gang

Lets break the law

A/n: wow I lied in the last a/n whoops.
Dan
Phil moves his mouth to my neck and trails his lips lightly down the skin.

"Not my neck, come on......" I whine loudly, his eyebrows curve in response.

"Last time I checked, I was in charge here, not you," he growls, beginning to suck on my neck.

"Yes sir, sorry sir." I mumble quickly, not wanting him to do anything.

"God. You haven't called me sir in ages." He laughs softly as he picks up my leg.

I wrap my leg around his waist, jumping up with the other, his hands moving to hold me in place as he walks to the bedroom. He drops me on the bed and climbs in between my thighs, running his hands under my shirt before eventually pulling it off and throwing it to the opposite end of the room. He shuffles himself up, giving him the opportunity to sit near my hips and grind down onto me.

"Come on, this isn't fair."  I whine.

"No baby, it isn't fair; but why don't you be a good boy, and let daddy play with his little toy."

I whine even more, bucking my hips up a bit for friction. He unbuttons his own shirt and pulls it off, discarding it to the side of the room. I can feel my cock hardening against my jeans, making them even tighter than what they usually are, seeing as I like to find jeans that squish my legs as much as possible. Admittedly, it always pissed Phil off as they're usually so tight that they are definitely not catering to easy access. Now that I think about it that's probably why he usually likes me in just underwear.

"Actually, how about we be a little naughty." He whispers into my ear, as he continues to palm me through my jeans. I raise an eyebrow and let out a soft 'huh' breathlessly. "Somewhere in Europe there's a law that you can't have sex on a parked motorbike. Why don't we break it baby?"

I giggle softly to the idea and nod my head. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me outside and places me on his motorbike, which is parked in our backyard.

He moves around for a couple seconds and finishes undressing both of us, leaving our clothes on the grass. He lays on the motorbike, propping himself up against the handles and urges me to come closer.

He sits me on his lap and softly moves his fingers to my hole, pushing one in and slowly moving it around. After a couple minutes another finger is added and the pace is quickened.

"Daddy please hurry up." I moan. His fingers slip out and he picks up some 'protection' as he likes to call it when he pretends to be a virgin. (Which, come on, no one is falling for that, but somehow confusing the cashiers at the newsagent by tripping over his words trying to explain what a condom is seems to be a good use of his time.) He picks up the bottle of lube he brought out and squeezes it into his hand, lathering up his dick.

The cool touch of his hands are bput onto my hips and he lines me up and pulls me down, causing my head to snap back and to let out a loud and hungry moan.

"Do you like that baby?" He asks softly, as I grind down again, "do you like riding daddy's cock like a bicycle?" (A/n: I'm so so sorry)

I roll my eyes at the terrible joke and grip his hair, scratching at his head. He rubs his hands up and down the curves of my waist before he moves his hands down to my crotch, beginning to stroke me.

"Daddy, daddy please," I cry out, putting both hands on his thighs. He giggles and takes his hand away from me to put one finger to his lips, asking me to quiet down, before moving it back and continuing to work at me. "Harder, please," I whisper, his hips begin to buck up into me, frantically hitting my prostate.

"Wait for me baby," he mutters when I stutter out a weak 'close.' He hurries up, fucking into me harder, the sweat beginning to gather on my face despite the cold nature of the air. My stomach feels deep and my hairs definitely curled. A warm feeling surfaces in my ass as his body relaxes and I take that as the sign to cum. I spasm a little as the cum is shot out, landing on Phil's chest.

He pulls out of me and picks up the bits of cum with his fingers and dropping them in my mouth.

"Alright up, we just had sex on my bike," he says, smacking my ass lightly, asking me to get up. It hits me that we just had sex on his beloved bike, god I hope I didn't do anything to it.

I begin pulling my clothes back on. While I do, I check of the bike to make sure there isn't any scratches on it. I see a little bit of blood where Phil's knee usually sits.

"Daddy are you bleeding?" I ask, my voice being muffled slightly by the jumper I pull on.

"No darling I'm fine," he smiles, putting his belt back around him.

I look at the smear of blood on the bike, it's very dark, so it must be old. A couple days old at least. Weird.