Hawk
It’s Saturday night, and the party at the clubhouse is in full swing. The music thumps against the walls as I make my way down the hallway. As soon as I enter the main room the scent of alcohol and too much perfume hit my nose.
Dyke’s slinging drinks as he chats with some of the visiting charters. We’ve had more visitors as of late since word on the street is that we’re close to getting exacting revenge at the piece of shit Louie Sr. This has been years in the making. I know as soon as the reaper comes and claims him, Sin will finally be at peace.
The feel of nails scraping against my arm sets my nerves on end. I don’t need to turn my head to see who’s settled up next to me. “I’ve missed you, baby.” Whiskey breath trickles along my neck as she whispers in my ear.
Without acknowledging her, I grab her wrist and drag her down the hall, towards my bedroom. Cat calls and whistles hit my ears until I close them off by the slam of my door. Kimmie knows the routine, she knows what I need, and she knows how to give it. I stalk over to my nightstand and yank open a drawer, pulling out a foil wrapper. I may need to fuck her to get my release, but I’m not going to be dumb about it.
When I turn back around, she’s already naked, on her knees on the floor near the foot of my bed. She holds her hands behind her back, making her tits push out. Her ribs are on full displaying, a tell-tale sign that she’s probably using and not eating. As long as her lack of eating doesn’t affect her gag reflex, I’ll be fine.
With a pull of my belt, and an unbuttoning of my jeans, my cock springs free of the fabric. Her green eyes dilate as she licks her lips and I smirk, knowing she’s going to give me what I want. She doesn’t run from me, and she sure as shit doesn’t hide. Not like Tessa. And because Kimmie is here, willing, I’m going to give it to her. Every single last drop.
“You know the rules, right?” I ask as I step forward, jacking my cock, getting it ready for her to take down her throat.
She licks her lips again, her stare trained on my dick. “Of course, no touching.”
“Not unless I say, right?”
“Right.” She gives me a curt nod.
“Open up then.”
She complies, and I don’t waste a second. Pushing my tip into her mouth, I take another step forward until I feel her nose hitting my pelvis. My stomach muscles tighten as her tongue does her thing, and my head falls back as I push on the back of her head. Sin may think these ladies have nothing but worn out snatches, but fuck, their mouths are always warm, wet, and ready for action.
The constriction of her throat as she swallows my dick down almost has me blowing my load. She knows how I like it. Looking down at her as my cock slides in and out of her mouth makes me smirk. Her eyes brighten because she knows she’s doing good. She hums, the vibrations traveling up my shaft hitting my spine causes my legs to tighten.
“Up you go, baby.” I pull her by the hair, making my dick slip from her wet mouth. “Turn,” I command as I grab the foil packet.
“You know you don’t—”
“Don’t even fucking say it, Kimmie.” I cut her off–not needing to hear the words. I know this is more than sex for her. I’m not fucking stupid. It’s my job in the MC to read people, I’ve always held that talent, and if she thinks I don’t have her number, she’s mistaken. She looks at me just like Kara looks at Sin, and nothing good can come from that shit.
With my dick fully sheathed, I press my hand to her back, signaling for her to bend over and show me her ass. She complies and gives me a little shake, enticing me, and I can’t help but laugh. Grabbing my dick, I run the head over her wet slit before pushing into her. Her moans turn into a yelp as I slam into her body. I’m done being gentle. This isn’t about lovemaking, this is about fucking. I grip her hair, I twist it around my fist and go to town. Pounding, thrusting, building up my orgasm so I can find my release. This is sex. Pure and simple.
And it’s high time she fucking knows.