Shadow:The Hoods MC(8)By: Heather West
The next time I put him in my mouth, I flattened my tongue to take in even more of him. His hands went to the back of my head, tangling in my hair and forcing me to take all of him in. My initial response was to push back, to stop him, but I managed not to gag, and swallowing helped. He seemed to like that, my swallowing around him. I pumped my mouth back and forth, sliding up and down his cock, sucking hard, going faster, still playing with his balls, not worrying about his hands on the back of my head.
" That’s it," I whispered around his cock, the words coming out as unintelligible moans. "Come for me."
Maybe he heard me, or maybe it was because I allowed my teeth to lightly graze along the length his cock, but I felt him stiffen briefly and then hot cum pulsed out of his cock, hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed it, every last salty drop, looking up to see his expression. Eyes closed, chin up, mouth slightly parted… he looked like a sex god.
A hot biker sex god.
A hot biker hero sex god.
His cock slid out of my mouth, glistening with my saliva. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, still kneeling in front of him. "That work for you?" I teased.
Slowly, he shifted his head down to stare at me, his eyes boring into me. I shivered at the look in his gaze, the naked lust I saw there. "You're still wearing clothes."
"Um…" I glanced down at my clothes, they were still sticking to me, and honestly, I wouldn't mind getting out of them. And from the wicked slow sexy as hell smile on his face, Shadow was thinking along those lines too. "Silly, huh?"
"It's fucking wrong, that's what it is," he said. He yanked my shirt over my head so hard I thought it was going to rip.
My bra was all that survived the car accident, mostly because it was black and could hide a multitude of sin. As Shadow eyed it and my chest appreciatively, I couldn't help but wonder if he had seen me wear it before. If he had peeled it off of me when we made love before, if it had been an accomplice to our sin. Because even though I didn't remember Shadow, I knew he was a sinner all right, and I wouldn't be surprised if he had turned Allie into a sinner too.
Now he was corrupting me, reborn as Sky.
And I didn't mind.
"What do you want?" he asked in a low, dangerous tone.
"To be out of my clothes." For starters.
"And for you to have your way with me." The words just came tumbling out. I don't even know where from. I should be afraid of him, or at least warier. He'd said we had dated. Not that we currently were. We had broken up. Maybe I did it, or maybe he had, but either way, I still didn't know why.
Maybe he was taking advantage of me, of my lack of memories, of my being fragile after the near abduction. But I was taking advantage of him too. I wanted that human-to-human connection, and there wasn't any connection as powerful as an intimate one.
Plus, I had thought that my sucking him off might be enough to earn my place for the night. If he wanted to return the favor, I was more than willing to let him. Oh, God, yes, I was more than willing to let him. My panties were already soaking wet at the thought.
"Please, fuck me," I whispered. My nipples tightened against my bra, rubbing against the damp material. I longed for him to touch me there, to touch me everywhere, for him to claim me.
"I can manage that." With one hand, he flicked off my damp bra. It dropped to the floor on top of my shirt. His hands skimmed down my sides, and I frowned with impatience, wishing he would cup my breasts, tease my nipples, do something… Well, he was doing something all right. Making me all hot and bothered waiting for him. Damn him and his mind games.
His cock hadn't softened much considering he'd recently spewed his seed down the back of my throat. I reached out, wanting to stroke it back to that full hardness I'd felt earlier, only Shadow knocked my hand away and yanked down my jeans and undies in one swoop. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of them, my remaining clothes too. Shivering, I wrapped my arms around me tight, partially covering my breasts.
"I want to see you."
At his demand, I lowered my arms to my sides. He wasn't seeing me. He was burning me with his eyes. I couldn't breathe with him looking at me like that as if he could see through me, to my soul. It wasn't fair for him to know parts of my life when all I knew, had transpired in the months since I'd woken from the coma. It made me feel vulnerable, and after the van, feeling vulnerable wasn't what I wanted at all.