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The jukebox blared a lonely tune, drowned out by the raucous laughter and clinking glasses of the rowdy biker bar. In the dimly lit corner, tucked away from prying eyes, sat Riley and Jack. The tension between them was palpable, a mix of relief, anger, and pent-up desire that crackled like the neon sign buzzing overhead.

Jack had just returned from a run that had gone sideways, his leather jacket scuffed and his knuckles bruised. Riley, with her fiery red hair and eyes that could cut glass, had been waiting for hours, her worry morphing into a simmering rage.

"You're a fucking idiot, Jack," she hissed, her voice laced with concern and fury. "You could've gotten yourself killed."

Jack's response was a low growl, his hand snaking around her waist, pulling her close. "But I didn't, did I, baby?" His breath was hot on her ear, his voice a rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "I'm right here, and I need you."

Riley's resistance melted as his lips found her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. She knew this dance, the push and pull, the fire that burned between them. Her hands slid under his jacket, tracing the familiar lines of his muscles, feeling the heat of his body.

Jack's hand moved to her thigh, his rough fingers inching up her skirt. Riley parted her legs slightly, her breath hitching as his thumb brushed against her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties. He knew just how to touch her, how to drive her crazy with desire.

Riley's hands found his belt, her fingers deftly unbuckling it. She could feel his cock straining against his jeans, hard and eager. She unzipped him, her hand wrapping around his length, feeling the pulse of his desire. Jack groaned, his head falling back as she began to stroke him slowly.

"Fuck, Riley," he muttered, his hips lifting off the seat.

She smiled, a wicked glint in her eye, before sliding off her seat and kneeling before him. Her tongue flicked out, teasing the tip of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. Jack's hands fisted in her hair, his breath coming in ragged gasps as she took him deeper into her mouth.

Riley knew how to drive him wild, her tongue and lips working in tandem, her hand pumping the base of his shaft. Jack's hips bucked, his grip on her hair tightening as he fought to maintain control.

Abruptly, he pulled her up, his mouth crashing against hers in a fierce kiss. He tasted himself on her lips, and it only served to fuel his desire. He spun her around, pushing her against the wall, his hand yanking her skirt up around her hips.

His fingers hooked into her panties, pulling them aside as he slid two fingers into her wet pussy. Riley moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder as his fingers curled inside her, hitting that sweet spot that made her see stars.

"Jack," she gasped, her hips grinding against his hand. "I need you inside me."

He didn't need to be told twice. Pulling his fingers out, he gripped her hips, his cock poised at her entrance. With one swift thrust, he was inside her, their moans mingling in the heated air.

Their bodies moved in sync, a dance they knew by heart. Each thrust was met with a counter-thrust, each touch igniting a fire that burned hotter and brighter. Jack's hand snaked around her, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles that matched the rhythm of his cock.

Riley could feel her orgasm building, the tension coiling in her belly like a spring ready to release. Jack's thrusts became more urgent, his breath hot and fast against her neck.

"Come with me, Riley," he growled, his fingers pressing harder against her clit.

And she did. With a cry that was swallowed by the noise of the bar, Riley came, her body convulsing around his cock. Jack followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself inside her.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their hearts pounding in time. Then, slowly, they gathered themselves, straightening their clothes, their breaths returning to normal.