Digger
I didn’t share personal or club shit with anyone who wasn’t a brother. Hell, I wasn’t even comfortable discussing business with Hawk when Janie hung out with us.
But, Maci… I’d been reading people for years, taught by the best, and there’s no way in hell Maci worked for the law. ‘Course, with my distrust of people in general, I wouldn’t have shared shit had her mom not just passed. No fucking way she’d faked that grief.
Feeling her beneath my t-shirt had a second motive, but I wasn’t surprised to find her bare of a listening device.
What if she planted bugs?
The whisper in the back of my mind twisted my stomach, and I decided I needed to make sure. I tossed her on the bed. “T-shirt off.”
She obeyed and leaned back on her elbows, one leg crooked to the side, offering me a tempting view of her pink, glistening cunt.
I tore myself away and pulled a few lengths of rope from my closet.
Her pupils dilated as I crawled onto the bed between her thighs. “Scoot back against the headboard. Draw your knees up.”
She did as told, and I bound her forearms from elbow to wrist.
“Grab the headboard.”
Lips parted, she stared up at me while grasping the top bar and I tied her tight.
“Too tight?” I asked, settling back on my haunches and grabbing another length of rope.
“No,” she whispered.
“If you want me to stop, just say the word, okay?”
Maci nodded, not taking her gaze off my face.
Self-consciousness crept into my brain. Why the hell did she stare at me? Was she second guessing my ugly mug and the scar tilting my lips?
“You’re hot,” she murmured, a small smile tugging on her mouth.
“You’re blind,” I repeated my earlier statement.
A soft snort jiggled her tits. “Hardly.”
I bound her right ankle tight to her thigh and worked a looping pattern up close to her knee before tying that to a corner of the headboard. “Okay?” I checked in with her again.
Her eyes had glazed over a bit, but the soft smile remained. “More than okay.”
Once I tied off her second leg to the opposite corner, I sat back and feasted on the sight. Completely bound, spread open, and at my mercy, Maci peered at me with trust in her eyes—and a whole lot of lust. Her pulse beat in her neck. Nipples in tight buds. Glistening cunt with a droplet of arousal ready to slip down over her pink rosebud.
I slid my fingertip up through her wetness, and she moaned.
“You like my ropes?”
“I like everything about you.”
Sliding one finger into her tight cunt, I lifted my gaze to her face. Lips parted, skin pebbling over her breasts, her eyelashes fluttered close to her cheekbones.
My dick strained up against my abs, pre-cum oozing down the side.
Maci reclined far enough that if I got onto my knees…
I grasped the base of my cock and smeared the pre-cum over her lips. She opened while lifting her eyelids. Our gazes locking, I flexed my ass, and she welcomed my entire length down her fucking throat. Leaning my forearms and hands on the wall above the headboard, I groaned, my own eyes closing.
“Your fucking mouth, Maci. Goddamn.”
She hummed around my length, jerking my dick in her mouth. Her throat tightened around me as she swallowed.
Little witch could take me to the edge faster than my own fucking hand.
I pulled away after a few easy thrusts, her mouth popping off me, her ass grinding into my mattress.
Needing to cool the fuck down, I lowered onto my belly between her spread thighs, palming her squirming ass. “No coming until I say so,” I murmured against her clit.
Maci whimpered, and I flicked my tongue over the tight bundle of nerves at the top of her soft folds.
“G-God.” She gasped as I flicked again. Her limbs trembled hard enough the headboard shook, and inwardly, I grinned.
I shoved my tongue into her cunt as far as I could.
Back arching, she let out another gasp. “Fuck, Digger … I’m going to come.”
I backed off and blew over her soaked cunt while rubbing one thumb around her quivering hole and down to her puckered one. Plenty slickened with her juices, I pressed my thumb into her ass. She groaned.
“I’m going to fuck your ass,” I murmured against her clit while working my thumb in deeper.
Little whimpers of need brushed past her lips as I pulled away to grab a condom and the lube off the bed stand.
She watched my every move, her lips parted, pupils dilated, that haze still in her eyes. Rather than watch me roll the rubber on, she stared into my eyes. Normally, such study unnerved me, but rather than the usual insecurity thoughts she studied me to find fault, my chest fluttered. Anticipation? Arousal? Whatever the feelings were, I fucking loved it.
A squirt of lube, and I palmed my dick, getting myself good and slick for her. Another on my other hand’s fingers, and I readied her for me, using two in a scissor action to stretch her tight hole.
“You’re going to be a good little girl and take every inch of my cock,” I told her, replacing my fingers with my throbbing dick head.
Maci jerked her head up and down, lower lip between her teeth again.
I pushed in a few inches with the first thrust, enough to make her gasp and arch. She didn’t tell me to stop or complain, so I pulled out and shoved back in again, gaining ground. I watched myself on the third, her rosebud stretched around my girth, pulling me in deeper.
My balls tightened, and I grasped her spread knees, thrusting in the final couple of inches. “Goddamn.” I rolled my hips, pulled out to the head, and slowly slid back in, balls deep.
Brow furrowed, she watched my dick sink into her ass.
“Your ass is so damn tight.” I thrust again. “So fucking hot. I could fuck you like this all day.”
She whimpered again and closed her eyes, her back arching, pert, pebbled nipples begging for attention.
“You like my cock in your ass, don’t you, little witch?” I asked, returning my attention to her face.
“Yes,” she whispered, her frown deepening.
I held still. “Look at me.” She whimpered and wiggled, but I didn’t move. “Look at me,” I said again, half-growling the words.
The skin between her eyebrows continued to pucker, but she listened. Hazel and hazed … her eyes snagged me, and I fought off the need to drown in her.
“You aren’t FBI, are you?”
She blinked and stilled. “Wh-what?”
I wrapped a hand around her neck and squeezed until her eyes widened. “FBI. Law. Wires and bugs, that sort of shit.”
“G-God, no!” Pain filled her gaze, but not the type that would result from my fingers wrapped around the tender skin of her neck. “I swear!”
I believed her—give the witch an Oscar if she lied.
Loosening my grip, I flexed my hips again. We both groaned. “I needed to ask,” I grumbled, sliding out to the head. I pushed back into her tightness, and she nodded, lower lip between her teeth.
A few more thrusts set me on edge, and I clenched my jaw to keep from exploding. I tried to think about the damn Knucklehead I worked on at Hawk’s garage. Tried to consider the sedan sitting outside.
Barely took the edge off.
Her muscle ring clamped down on my dick, and I growled in my chest. Couldn’t last.
I rubbed a finger over her clit, and she bucked in her restraints. “Oh…”
“Like that?” I asked, repeating the movement.
“Mmm.” Her body shook, skin pebbling.
“Come, Maci.” I pinched her clit hard enough to hurt.
She shrieked and convulsed in my ropes. I fucked into her hard and fast as gasps flew from her lips, tremors through her body.
“Fucking hell.” I groaned, my gaze on her passion-hazed eyes as my balls exploded, shooting jet after jet of cum into the condom. “So goddamn perfect. Fuck!” One last spurt, and I leaned against the wall to capture her lips.
Between gasps for breath, I tasted every inch of her mouth, breathing in her sweet exhales that hinted of maple syrup and bacon.
“So fucking good,” I whispered and kissed her lips one last time.
“Mmm,” she agreed, a small smile lifting her lips. “Better than good.”