Page 78 of King's Barber
As I expected, he was tight and it took some work to loosen him. I went slowly, stretching him and listening to the sounds he made. Luke had his head thrown back, cursing me, his knees shaking, and I thought he was hot before, but it was nothing compared to now. He looked like a man possessed, his cockhead as flushed as the rest of his body.
“Like that?” I purred.
He huffed out a small laugh. “Fuck you. You know exactly what you’re doing.”
“Has it been a while?”
“Too fucking long.” He shoved himself to his elbows and stared down at me, gaze heated. “Guys think because I’m a biker, I top all the time. Fuck that. Having a cock in me is as good as fucking a tight hole.”
“So, let’s do both,” I teased, sliding my fingers out of him. I grabbed the lube again and squeezed more into his palm before clicking the lid and throwing it onto the bed. Wrapping my hand around his cock, I stroked him up and down, getting him coated in a nice amount of lube, before using the leftover on my dick.
I grabbed my knife again and threw my leg over Luke’s body, lining my hole with his cock. I didn’t mind some pain and we’d fucked last night, so it wouldn’t hurt entirely to take him without more preparation. He grasped my hips, nails digging into my flesh as I slowly slid myself down onto him. His cock spread me open, the bite of pleasure and pain sending spikes of need through me.
“Fuck, you’re always so tight,” he growled out, thrusting up into me until he was balls deep.
I gasped, my already very hard cock twitching toward my stomach. Clutching the knife tighter in my hand, I pressed it to his neck again, and he stilled, grinning. A blush of excitement stole across his cheeks, an unusual sight that made him even more irresistible.
“You gonna use that on me?” He taunted, lowering his hips so some of his length slid out of me, before shoving back inside. I bounced with the movement and moaned. His cock was so wide, and he speared me open, nailing my prostate.
“Fuck,” I hissed out, digging the blade deeper into his throat—not enough to draw blood but close.
“Hold that blade still,” he said and it wasn’t hard to figure out what he was about to do.
I reached up for the headboard, curling my fingers around the edge to get some stability, and kept the knife at his neck as he started thrusting. I held on as tightly as I could, and it helped with his hands on my hips, but his cock destroyed my hole in the exact way I liked it. He didn’t hold back, and between the sounds of his groans and his balls slapping against my skin, I was on fire. Bombs went off inside me and my dick couldn’t get any harder than it was already. He’d had me on the verge of coming before we really started, but I was so close now that I was scared I’d explode before I got the chance to fuck him, too.
“Stop.” I dropped myself on him until he pushed the entire way in and pressed my hand to his chest. He froze, eyes wide.
“Fuck, what’s wrong?”
“I’m going to come if we keep going.” I took the knife away from his neck, pausing at the small cut and well of blood at his skin, no bigger than he might’ve gotten from shaving. “I want to fuck you, too.”
He grinned and all but threw me off onto the bed, and I bounced.
Laughing, I grabbed his arm and pulled him upright. “Get on your hands and knees. I want to fuck you like that.”
Luke didn’t need telling twice. He turned on all fours and presented me with his nice ass. I slapped his left cheek, earning a hiss in response. Glancing over his shoulder, he grinned mischievously. “Ride me like I’m a Ducati.”
I rolled my eyes at his raucous laughter and smacked his meaty flesh again, this time harder. His laugh turned into a moan as I positioned myself behind him. I grabbed the lube again, squeezing a little more onto my dick and spreading it out. Once I had enough, I threw the lube back onto the mattress and grasped the base of my erection, lining it up with his hole. I pushed in slowly, and he let out a half-pained groan as I spread him. I didn’t want to hurt him because as tough as he acted with concussions and bruised faces, the last thing Iwantedwas for him to hurt—unless it was the kind he got off on.
I pushed in until I was balls deep, and his tightness swallowed me up, making my body warm and my cock so hard I thought I’d explode right then. Pressing my chest to his back, I placed the blade at his neck again. I whispered into his ear, “Tell me you love me inside you,Mr. Booth.”
He smirked over his shoulder, and I kissed him—hard. I devoured him in every possible way. I wanted to own him like he owned me. Digging the knife a little deeper into his throat, I twisted my lips into a dangerous smile.
“I can’t hear you.”
He shoved his ass back against me, and we both groaned. “I fucking love you inside me, killer. Now fuck me like you can’t decide if you want to murder me or eat me.”
I laughed and started thrusting. My movements were slow at first, caught between sliding the flat of the blade up his neck and across his cheek, before I picked up my pace. His hole tightened around me, and he reached beneath himself. He fucked back on me like a man possessed—not quite able to give up his dominance even though it was me inside him. I liked that about him. He was a messy fucker, but he did things his own way.
Luke “Barber” Booth style.
My balls ached as my orgasm stirred inside me, and Luke was in the same position. His grunting grew louder and his arm moved, obviously jerking off hard and fast, matching every thrust.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
I pressed the blade tighter to his throat and shoved into him deeply. He yelled and tightened around me, his groans telling me he was coming. He arched his back and his entire body shook through his orgasm.
I wasn’t far behind him. Another thrust and my world shifted, cum shooting from the slit of my dick and into the tight channel of Luke’s ass. I shuddered through my release, dropping the knife on the bed away from Luke’s neck so I didn’t hurt him. Falling onto his back, I let out a sigh and slowly pulled out of his ass. We both gasped as I fell onto the mattress beside him. He mumbled something I couldn’t hear and then he moved, pressing up against my side. He touched his throat and looked at the small amount of blood on his fingers.
