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Ganged By Bikers
(Daisy Rose)

"Mr. Erik?" she started, her voice barely above a whisper as she addressed her teacher.



"Just Erik, please," he grinned. "The prefix makes me feel old."



"Erik," she murmured, then mumbled something unintelligible.



Most of the guys her age were too scared to get too close to her. Her father was such a prominent figure in the society that her classmates parents warned them about getting too friendly with her. She never really bothered to find out what exactly he did to have the town be so afraid of him.



"What's that?" he asked, leaning in to hear her better.



She reached her fingers to his chin and drew her to him. In her mind, she imagined kissing his perfect soft lips and feeling them on her, soft and moist, awakening nerve endings there.



"Please." Her voice came in a sort of desperate whimper that she barely recognized. It was at least an octave higher.



His eyes burned her. He was unaware that he was soaking her panties.



She took it as a good sign when he didn't pull back. "This- This isn't a good idea, Felicity," he said, his voice so thick and velvety that she almost forgot to answer. He had an intensity to him that made it hard to look away.



"This doesn't need to mean anything," she whispered, feeling the soft stubble on his cheeks with her fingertips. The coarseness on his cheeks was so masculine that it sent tingles down her spine. None of the guys in her class had a stubble. Maybe they saved a lot. Maybe they just didn't have hair that grew there.



He reached up to grasp her hand on his cheek and the connection of his fingertips on the back of her hand shot an electric wave of need through her. She thought he was going to pull her hand away but he leaned into it.



It only took a moment of consideration. They leaned towards each other, eyes wide and confused. His forehead pressed against hers for a moment, his hand coming to the back of her neck and stroking down her spine, then pressing softly at the base of her skull. His fingers weaved into her hair and her eyes fluttered close as his lips pressed against hers, delicate and soft, stubble brushing lightly against her skin.



It was all very gentle, almost unsure, until all of a sudden, it wasn't.