Hell's Knights

“Straddle my chest,” I whisper.

His eyes widen a little. “Why?” he rasps.

“Trust me. Do it.”

He puts his legs either side of me and rests on his knees, then he shuffles up until he’s over my waist. His cock juts out proudly right near my mouth. I snake my tongue out and lick the head. Cade hisses and squeezes the base of his dick, stroking in short, hard bursts. I slide my fingers up his sides and he flinches. I use just enough nail to give him a hint of pain. Men like that. They also like things near their ass. I don’t know how Cade will take what I have planned, but I’m about to find out.

“Keep stroking,” I rasp.

“Fuck. I love how fuckin’ dirty you are.”

I grin up at him, then I lean forward a little and put a pillow under my head. Then I take his cock into my mouth, only sucking the head. I swirl my tongue around the tip, tasting him, enjoying the moment. His grunts spur me on, and his hand moves a little harder, a little faster, as he picks up his pace. I swirl my tongue around the barbell in his head, then I tug it lightly with my teeth. He groans deeply and his chest tightens, causing his muscles to bunch. Holy shit, that’s a gorgeous chest. I slide my fingers beneath his cock, cup his balls and roll them in my hands. He growls at me, and I give his head a little nip with my teeth.

“Mother fucker,” he snarls. “I’ll come before I fuck you, sugar, if you don’t stop.”

I don’t stop, I clench my teeth down harder around him and tease him with my tongue. My fingers tickle his heavy sack, and when I feel the swell of his cock in my mouth, I know he’s ready to come. That’s when I slide one finger into his ass. Her jerks so violently, completely shocked. I tilt my finger, finding the tiny sweet spot all men have. The first spurt of his release doesn’t shock me; I have read how hard this makes a man come. His roaring and the way he clenches the sheets beside him, his head thrown back, his chest heaving, tells me that the stories are true; it does make it more mind blowing for a man. I press again and he spurts once more, filling my mouth.

“Fuck! Holy fuck!” he groans.

When he stops pulsing, and his erection begins to die down, I remove my mouth and my finger, and I look up at him. He stares down at me, completely shocked and content.

“The fuck?” he says in a scratchy voice. His dark hair falls over his face, making him look completely dangerous and yet so young at the same time.

“I told you I could make you squeal,” I smile.

His face lights up, and he leans down grazing my head with his lips. “I told you I could make you smile. Guess we were both right, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I chuckle.

“Give me ten, sugar. I’ll be deep inside you…”

I flush and shift. Cade gets off me and falls down onto his back. We both stare at the ceiling for a long moment, both of us no doubt feeling the same rush of emotions. Cade fits me. There’s just something about him that fits. He molds into me in a way no one has before. It both frightens and thrills me. I roll towards him, sliding my fingers across his chest. He looks at me, his eyes intense.

“Somethin’ about you, sugar, it’s makin’ everything I believed in feel like it never existed.”

“Yeah,” I whisper. “I’m feeling it too, but don’t go getting all sappy on me, biker.”

He gives me a heated expression, then he rolls, dropping his mouth to my nipple. He closes it over the hard tip, sucks and gives it a flick with his tongue every now and then. I moan and let my head sink into the pillow. While his mouth is on my nipple, his hand gently massages my other breast. I whimper, never having felt so many bolts of pleasure shooting through my body just from nipple stimulation.

“Cade,” I whisper. “God, more.”

He lets his hand slide from my breast and he slides it down to my pants. He tugs at them, and I let him pull them off. When I’m in nothing but my panties, I feel my body begin to liven up again. He cups my pussy, pressing his palm into my damp mound.

“Fuckin’ wet, God, sugar, need my cock inside you, but not until I taste that sweet cunt again.”

I tremble as he grips my panties and tears them off in one, quick swipe. When I am exposed to him, he leans back and takes hold of my knees, spreading them.

“You’re shining for me, baby, so fuckin’ wet. Show me how you like it.”

I look up at him, and he’s giving me an expression that has my heart thudding.

“You want me to touch myself?”

“Yeah, babe, fuck…yeah.”

I slide my fingers down my belly, and when I reach my pussy, I slide my finger through my folds. Cade swallows and watches as I lift my finger out and bring it to my lips.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he rasps.

I stretch my finger out, and he leans forward, taking it into his mouth and sucking. The feeling of having someone suck your finger is fucking erotic. I clench, desperately needing attention. When my finger slips from his mouth, he gently takes my hands, placing them above my head.

“I’m going to make you come now, sugar, so keep your hands up there.”

I spread my legs further as he leans down. He takes hold of my hips and tilts them upwards. When his mouth closes over my pussy, the cry that escapes my throat is strangled and raw. He sucks my clit into his mouth, gently rotating it around and around until I’m wound up so tightly it almost hurts.

“Cade, please,” I beg, thrashing in his grips.