Hi, just wanted to say thanks to everyone that left f/b and those that are lurking. It means alot to know that you all are interested in my lil' old story 
Warning, slight ADULT moment ahead
Chapter 1
Max looked briefly over his shoulder, watching as Liz held her head back and the wind captured her long tresses. Her eyes were closed and a serene smile was plastered on her face. He hated that she didn’t wear a helmet. She said she loved to feel the wind whip through her hair as they reached ninety on the speedometer. They were constantly having the same argument over the helmet.
“If you don’t have to wear one, why should I” she had threw at him. To say, they never reached an agreement on the subject and Max hated it when they fought, so he dropped it...for now. Focusing back on the stretch of highway before him, Max couldn’t hold his laughter when he watched Michael pop a wheelie on his bike. Even over the loud roar of his engine and whipping wind, he could still hear Maria’s loud screech as she clung to him.
His laughter died in his throat when Liz’s hand suddenly came to rest on his thigh, dangerously close to his groin. He could feel her placing little kisses on the back of his neck. With each kiss, her hand slid a little higher until she was stroking the now huge bulge in his pants.
“Liz” he groaned, trying to focus on the road and not cause an accident, instead of letting up on her ministrations, her hands crept to the waist of his pants, toying with the button. Max swerved slightly, and Liz felt their speed decrease. Max swallowed hard as her hand ran under his shirt, stroking the taut skin of his stomach. “Fuck” he growled when one of her fingers dipped into the waist of his pants, brushing against the coarse hairs there. Liz felt her nipples tighten at the heat that radiated from him. Unable to resist any longer, she worked diligently at unbuttoning his jeans. Once she had accomplished that task, she captured the zipper and carefully lowered it over his pulsating member. As always, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. She smiled, loving the easy access. She noticed that their speed had reached a slow coax.
“Oh god” he moaned, as her hand encased his rod and she began to stroke him through her soft hand.
“Pull over” Liz whispered huskily in his ear. Max could only nod, his voice stuck in his throat. Seeing a small clearing on the side of the rode, he pulled them over. The minute the bike stopped, he turned so that he could capture her lips between his own. Liz let him control the kiss for the moment. She felt his hands slide under her jacket, caressing her sides. All the time, her hand hadn’t stopped its movements on his member.
“God baby” he moaned against her lips as his palms encountered her tight nipples, straining against the tiny tank top she was wearing. He pulled the tiny material up along with her bra to expose her soft mounds. He lowered his head, fully intent on sucking her beautiful peaks into his mouth. But before he could reach his task, Liz captured his head.
“What is it” he asked confused?
Liz shook her head. “Nothing...I just want to do this...turn back around” she ordered softly. Max did as commanded. Liz resumed her ministrations, stroking the length of him. God she loved the feel of him. The hardness encased in smooth satin. She could never get tired of running her hands over his gorgeous body. Never get tired of watching him crumble under her touch. Using her free hand, she ran it under his shirt, pushing slightly on his chest, encouraging him to lean back against her.
“You are so beautiful” she cooed against his ear as her hand pumped him. She dipped her tongue in his ear, biting seductively on his earlobe.
“Liz” he gurgled, feeling himself growing closer to the edge. He gripped her thighs tightly.
“You know what’s even more beautiful” she purred?
“W-what?” he croaked out.
“Watching your face as you cum for me” she gave his sacks a firm squeeze, and felt him tense against her.
“Liizz” he ground out as his orgasm ripped thru him. Liz held him close as his hips jerked spasmodically against her hand. Once his movements died down, she kissed him gently on the neck.
“I love you” she whispered. Max turned his head so he could place a tender kiss on her lips.
“I love you too babe” he sat up, noticing the mess he caused on the front of his jeans and his bike. “Damn” he mumbled, stepping off the bike. Shrugging out of his jacket he tossed it toward a giggling Liz, smacking her in the face.
“Hey” she pouted, laying it behind her. She watched him strip off his shirt, leaving him in just his A-shirt. She moaned, rubbing her thighs together at the display of muscles peaking out from under that tiny shirt. Using his shirt, Max cleaned himself and his bike of his spilled seeds before tossing the dirty shirt in some nearby shrubs. After relieving himself in said shrubs, he turned around to the most sexiest sight ever. Liz had scooted forward on the bike, her leather pants hugging her tightly as her tank top exposed her tanned midriff.
“Hop on, I’m pretty sure Michael and Maria are wondering what happened to us” she winked. Max grinned widely. Throwing his leg over the bike, he climbed on behind her.
“Have I ever told you how damn sexy you are when you’re straddling my bike” he licked her neck before blowing his warm breath against it. He smirked when she shivered in his arms. “Come on, lets go” he coaxed. He wrapped his large hands around her waist and scooted close. Liz felt him hardening against her backside and wiggled against it.
“Stop it” he managed through tight jaws. Liz only giggled before bringing the bike to life, she pulled back onto the highway. Max smiled proudly as she handled his bike with ease. He had begun teaching her last Christmas. She had caught on quickly, and sometimes they would have little spats about who was going to drive. Secretly though, Max liked when she drove. He liked any excuse to have her wrapped in his arms. They hadn’t driven far when they saw Michael and Maria pulled off on the side of the rode kissing.
“It’s about time” Michael smirked as Liz pulled the bike beside them.
“We thought the two of you may have gotten lost or driven off a cliff somewhere” Maria teased, noticing the blush on Liz’s cheeks.
“Damn Liz, you look hot as hell” Michael commented, earning him an elbow in the stomach from Maria and a death glare from Max.
“What? I’m just saying” he raised his hands in surrender.
“Get on the bike asshole” Maria glared as she climbed on. Michael shrugged before climbing on after her.
“Hey” he said turning towards her, “How come you never straddle my hog like that?”
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“What the hell is he doing here” Kyle mumbled as he saw the four of them pull up? He shifted Tanya, his latest fling, in his lap. He took a swig of his beer, eyeing Liz the whole time as they made their way over. He wondered what the hell she saw in Evans anyways. It wasn’t like he was captain of any teams or had a 4.0 GPA like himself. The only thing the guy had was a rap sheet three miles long and a bad rep. He was a hoodlum as his father called him, and headed nowhere.
“Maxwell” Alex slurred as he stumbled past them.
“Whoa there buddy,” Max laughed, catching him before he landed on his butt.
“Does Isabel know you’re plastered” Michael asked. Isabel was their sister, the Ice Queen of Roswell. She and Alex had been dating since elementary school. Alex was a cool person, a little on the nerdy side, but he had managed to win Isabel over, so that earned him an A+ in Michael’s book.
“Issy...Isabel...my Issybit...she’s mad at me” he stuttered out with an uncaring shrug “She’s around here somewhere with her nose in the air” he laughed at his own joke before collapsing in Max’s arms.
“Help me get him to the jeep so he can sleep it off” Max said. He and Michael carried him over to jeep and deposited him in the back seat were he curled up like a baby and began snoring.
“So when are you going to dump that zero Evans and get with a real man” Kyle purred against her ear, his hands resting on her hips. Liz stood in front of the cooler getting the others some beers. She rolled her eyes at him, and stepped out of his grasp, knowing that he was drunk.
“Kyle, I’ve told you...I have a
real man. One that I love very much” she stated. Turning back towards the cooler, she searched for a Budweiser...Max’s favorite.
“Evans” he snorted, “he’s nothing but trouble...my dad’s just waiting for him to screw up again so that he can lock him up for good” he said snidely, invading her personal space once again.
“Your father’s an ass Kyle” she bit out. She hated the fact that everyone was so quick to down Max. Kyle didn’t take offense to her words. Hell, he thought his dad was an ass also.
“Ah, come on Lizzie...don’t be that way” he said, pulling her firmly against him.
“Kyle let go of me” she demanded, struggling against his hold.
“Not until you give me a kiss...just one little kiss” before he knew what was happening, Kyle was ripped away from Liz and a solid fist connected with his jaw. Max stood over him, fire burning in his eyes.
“Don’t you ever put your hands on her again” he growled, clutching and un-clutching his fist.
“Fuck you Evans” Kyle bit out as he struggled to stand up. He licked his lip, tasting the blood there. “Liz is a big girl...why don’t we let her choose” he winked at Liz, edging Max on. By now they had gained the attention of everyone and a crowd had gathered around them.
“She’s already made her choice asswipe” Maria sneered. She hated Kyle Valenti with a passion. Every since his dad arrested her mom a few years back. He always thought he was better then everyone else since his dad was the Sheriff. She didn’t understand why he and his lackeys didn’t stay on their side of town. Kyle went to East Roswell High, the land of the do-gooders. But no matter how much money they had, West Roswell always wiped the floor with them during homecoming.
“Hey Mikey, why don’t you put a muzzle on your girl” Tony Pinkerton laughed, “Better yet, I have something that will definitely fill her mouth” the rest of Kyle’s lackeys laughed watching Tony grab his crotch. Michael stepped forward, ready to pound him into ground beef. He only made it a few steps when Max grabbed his arm.
“Maxwell, what the hell” he growled.
“Chill out” he turned back to Kyle. “Why don’t you and your rejects go back under the rock you crawled out from under” the only reason Max hadn’t beat the crap out of him yet was because he knew how dirty Kyle was. He wasn’t worried about his buddies jumping in because he knew Michael and them had his back. No, he knew Kyle had a weapon on him, much like himself, but he wasn’t going to risk Liz getting hurt. He could wait when she wasn’t around to take care of Kyle.
“The only reject around here Evans is you” Kyle stepped forward, aching for Max to take the bait. Max was losing his patience fast.
“Max” Liz stepped between them, placing a calming hand on his chest. Max tore his eyes from Kyle’s and looked down into her big doe eyes. Liz pushed him back slightly before stepping up to Kyle. Kyle sent a triumphing grin towards Max.
“Kyle” she purred, running her hand up his arm. Kyle stared at her lips as he leaned down to taste her. Seeing his dazed look, Liz raised her knee and slammed it into his nuts. He landed hard against the ground, coughing and wheezing.
She leaned down low, “If you ever grab me like that again...remember, I have two knees” she pushed his head into the gravel and stepped into Max’s strong embrace.
“Remind me never to get on your bad side” he joked, kissing her on the forehead. “Come on...lets go dance” he pulled her over to the clearing were several other couples were dancing to the small portable tape player. Everyone that was anyone hung out at ‘The Spot.” The Spot was actually the old quarry. During the summer days it was filled with families as they swam and had picnics, but at night, once the sun went down, it became the popular teen hangout. There would be booze, music and heavy make-outs. Since the quarry was a public place, it was available for everyone, West Roswell and East Roswell. Kyle ruled East Roswell and Max West. The two were always at war, but they agreed that the Spot was mutual grounds.
“I swear, one of these days, I’m going to bring Evans down” Kyle gritted out as he watched Max and Liz dance slowly. His buddies all nodding their heads in agreement.
“Hey Max” Michael called his brother. They weren’t actually brothers, but when Michael was ten, his mom and dad died in a car accident, and the Evans took him in, raising him as their own. He moved out last year into his own place, stating he needed more space. He had offered Max the spare room whenever he and his dad got into it. Max pulled Liz along as he made his way over to the group. He sat down on a boulder, pulling her into his lap.
“What’s up” he took a swallow of his beer before Liz took it and downed the rest.
“Ole Benny here just bet me fifty bucks that his hunk of junk could beat Lucille” Lucille was Max’s bike. He and Michael had rebuilt the 1977 Harley XLCR Café Racer a year ago. Max’s grandfather had willed it to him when he died three years prior, but Phillip Evans refused to help Max fix it up, especially since Max had grew rebellious. So Max had found the money other ways and finally was able to fix her up. Besides Liz, he loved his bike more then anything.
“Well I got a hundred that says that you’ll be eating my dust” Max smirked, pulling the money out of his wallet. Benny turned to his buddies where they shared a few words before he turned back to him.
“You’re on.”
“Hell yeah” Michael shouted. He jumped up, pulling Maria with him. Placing two fingers in his mouth, he let out a loud whistle. “The Strip in ten” he called out. Everyone knew what that meant...a race was about to go down. Everyone raced to their cars or bikes, heading for the old back-road.
XOXOXOXOX
LS
