Page 57 of King's Barber
“Good?” Luke’s smug tone made he chuckle, but with his tongue at my hole again, it turned into a moan.
I curled my fingers into the blanket beneath me, shivering at the cool air that brushed against my wet hole. My body was on fire, a flash of pleasure and need rushing me until the room felt stuffy and hot and all I wanted to do was get him inside me. I didn’t care that this was King’s room or that the other bikers were downstairs, I wanted him so much it hurt.
When he stuck his tongue past the tight ring of my hole, I whimpered, my grip tightening on the bed. “Luke. Please. Fuck. Just get inside me.”
Luke slid his hands across my cheeks, nails scraping over my skin teasingly. “Want me to fuck you?”
“Yes. Christ. Just do it.”
He chuckled, and I didn’t have the energy to be annoyed with his playfulness. “Hang on.”
Luke moved, and I groaned in disappointment, but it was short-lived when I saw him rifling through King’s bedside drawers. He made a triumphant noise and hopped back onto the bed, lube clutched in his fingers like a trophy.
I dropped my legs and turned onto my hands and knees. There was something sexy about him doing me from behind—animalistic—and I wanted him to be the wolf he’d said he was. Glancing at him over my shoulder, I pressed my chest to the bed and smirked. “Are you going to take a ride or not, Mr. Biker?”
Luke’s eyes darkened, and the wicked smile that curved at his lips had my cock dripping. He shifted behind me, slapping my left asscheek while taking a bite out of the opposite one. I sucked in a breath.
“I’m going to eat you up,” he whispered darkly, licking the teeth marks he’d left on my skin. The cold drizzle of the lube at my hole had me closing my eyes and spreading my legs, giving him more room to work. My cock jerked, slapping impatiently against my belly as he stuck a finger inside. He didn’t need to loosen me up much, thank God, because I wanted him as much as my dick did.
“Stop fucking around and fuck me,” I finally snapped when he dug his finger around inside me, searching for my sweet spot. He’d have a better chance with his cock.
Luke laughed and pulled out his finger, replacing it with what I wanted in the first place—his thick piece of hard flesh that would spear me open and have me moaning. He pushed inside, his cock spreading me apart in a play of agony and pleasure, and I whimpered, relaxing to let him drive his way in.
He gripped my hips, fingernails leaving crescent-shaped indents in my skin. “Fuck. You’re always so tight.”
I reached behind and touched his right hand where he’d gripped my waist, moaning. “So big. Just fuck me with it already.”
That was all it took to have him moving like the big bad wolf he claimed to be, and I wasn’t disappointed. He shoved inside me, spreading me every time his wide cock slammed into my hole. Between the bruising hold on my hips and his fucking, I knew I’d be in a pleasant reverie tomorrow morning. I could already feel the euphoric buzz and he hadn’t even really begun yet.
He grabbed my throat, yanking me back against his chest, and tightened his fingers around my windpipe. I gasped, the air barely sneaking through his hold on my neck, and my cock throbbed, precum pearls dribbling at my slit. One night and he already knew what I liked, making him a dangerous man in more ways than he knew. If he fucked me like this every time, I’d do anything for him. Be his own personal assassin if he wanted me to be.
“Tell me who you belong to,” he whispered into my ear, nibbling at the lobe with his teeth until I was all but a boneless heap beneath him.
I shivered but didn’t answer, and his grip on my throat tightened, his cock slamming into me hard and fast.
“Tell me, Quain.” His voice was low and lethal, and it was all I could do not to come then and there.
When he forced my head back so I was looking at him, I smiled. “You. I’m yours.Fuck me.”
He gave me a wolfish grin and all bets were off. Pounding into me hard, his balls slapped against my skin, the sound filling the large room, echoing off the walls. It was all too much—from the noises to the smell of sweat and precum and Luke’s natural masculine scent. Pressure built up inside me, my orgasm teetering on the edge until one final thrust hit my prostate perfectly—I was done.
I stiffened, gasping around the hold on my windpipe, and reached beneath myself, grabbing hold of my cock. I jerked in time with his movements, and it was all over with a hot burst of need swallowing me until I was nothing but orgasmic bliss.
My cock throbbed and shuddered, my balls tightening against my body as cum shot from my slit and across the blanket beneath me. Luke groaned into my ear, nibbling and tugging on my lobe before he stiffened against me, pausing his thrusting with his dick deep inside. He whimpered out a curse or two, and then warmth filled my hole, telling me he’d come, too.
My limbs were as languid as Jell-O, and Luke collapsed at my side, dragging me with him, his softening cock still in my ass. I sighed, eyes growing heavy as the world glittered in front of me. Orgasms were the next best thing besides killing, and I was floating on a thousand clouds.
“Wow,” Luke murmured into my ear, nipping at the lobe again. His body offered my back warmth, and the pleasant stretch of my hole sent thrills through me even though I’d just come. I could spend all night like this. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
I laughed gently. “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”
He snorted. “You know—”
Pounding on the door interrupted what he was about to say, and he cursed, yanking his cock free of my hole. I gasped at the brush against the outer ring of my ass as another slam echoed.
“Who the fuck is in there? I hope you don’t value your life, you motherfuckers. I’m going to kill you.” King’s voice held a fury I hadn’t heard before.
Eyes widening at each other, we both moved. It was hard to function when the bliss of my orgasm hadn’t fully subsided, but it was better than being murdered by the club president. I tripped over my underwear as I tried to put them on again, and Luke was struggling as well.
