Chapter Twenty-Six
Theo
A soft breath fills my ear. I blink open tired eyes and focus on the small body pressed against me. June’s leg is between mine and her arm is on my chest, fingers gripping my shirt. Looking down, I see she’s still asleep.
“Dirty, dirty little reaper,” I whisper. Both of our pants came off at some point in the middle of the night, so the only barrier between my bare leg and her pussy is a thin piece of cotton. She’s hot and wet from whatever dream she’s having.
Her next word is barely noticeable, but with her mouth close enough to my ear, I make out both syllables. “Theo.”
“ Fuck. ” My morning wood grows impossibly harder.
June starts rocking into me, and I don’t care what time it is or that she’s still asleep, I roll on top of her, pull my cock out, and rip her underwear to the side.
I slide the tip up her center, rubbing my piercing over her clit, before pushing inside.
There’s a small amount of resistance at first, and the pressure finally wakes June up.
Her eyes fly open, and she holds onto my neck as I push fully into her.
“Theo!” is her first cognizant word of the day.
Her chin lifts as she presses the back of her head into the pillow. I lick up the length of her throat and pull her earlobe between my teeth. “What were you dreaming about, little reaper?”
“I don’t…”
“I woke up to you riding my thigh. Feel how wet you already are?”
Her nails dig into the back of my neck. I slam forward, filling her completely. She gasps with every thrust, and far too soon, I feel an orgasm rising.
“If you want to come, tell me what you were dreaming about,” I demand, snaking a hand under her to raise her hips more. I feel my piercing drag against her pulsing inner walls and moan.
“You,” she breathes. “You were taking me in your office at the Iron Cage.”
“Ooh, my little reaper wants to play in public?” I smile, the idea sending more blood traveling south. My next thrust is harder, and a shrill gasp rips from her throat. I press my hand over her mouth. “Shh, James is still asleep.” She bites my palm, the flash of pain adding to my pleasure.
“If you’re good today on the ride, maybe we can make that dream a reality.
” I remove my hand and reach between us, slipping my fingers between her folds.
I feel myself thrust in and out, soaked from my little reaper, and use her natural lubrication to rub her clit, savoring the jump in her breathing that precedes her moan. “Now, come for me, baby.”
It takes one more thrust to push her over the edge, and she’s squeezing around me. She buries her face into the crook of my neck to muffle her scream. I follow close behind, spilling into her.
“Good girl,” I whisper, dragging my wet fingers up her body and over her lips.
She’s spent, and her eyes are still shut, but they open at that and find mine in the dark.
“Good morning.” I pull her bottom lip down with my thumb, studying her perfect face with the minimal light coming through the window.
“Morning,” she whispers.
Our mouths are an inch apart, and her eyes flick down to my lips. Thinking about her rejection outside her office yesterday, I pull back, refusing to kiss her. Her face falls, but if she wants that again, she’ll have to initiate it.
I head to the bathroom to get ready and am disappointed that she doesn’t join. But when I head out to the kitchen, I smell the coffee and find her making pancakes at the stove.
“I didn’t know we had pancake mix,” I say, caging her in from behind.
“I made it from scratch.”
“You like to cook?”
She shrugs. “Baking is more fun.”
“You adding chocolate chips to these?”
“Of course.”
I hum in delight and reach up her torso to her tits while she pours more batter. “We leave in half an hour.”
She nods just as James comes out of his room, dressed and ready to leave for the ride. I step away from June and fill a mug with coffee while he sidles up next to me to do the same. Upon seeing the pancakes, he says, “I could get used to this every morning.”
Me too.
After eating delicious pancakes, the three of us head out and meet the rest of the Saints outside the clubhouse.
June relaxes almost instantaneously, with none of the stress or uncertainty she had on the first ride.
She holds me tight, her helmet between my shoulder blades.
We’re at the tip of the formation, with James’s front wheel parallel to the middle of my bike.
Her gloved hands start moving an hour into the ride.
They travel down my torso, fingers softly tugging on my jacket.
She presses her palms into my thighs, then slides them down the inside, framing my dick with her hands, and squeezes.
I shift slightly, my cock twitching in interest. I don’t know if she senses it or if this is just her game, but June inches one hand further in.
She palms my cock, groping me while I ride, squeezing and pulling up, practically giving me a hand-job through my pants.
From her hand and the adrenaline of the ride, I’m hard within seconds.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.
“What’s that, boss?” Daryus asks, his voice in my ear from the microphones we wear during rides.
“Nothing,” I growl. I swear I can hear June laugh. She keeps playing with me over my pants, and my grip on the handlebars tightens so much that the tips of my thumbs go numb. She wiggles her hips behind me, and I imagine her attempting to subtly hump the seat to relieve her own growing desire.
I need to bring her on more rides alone, just the two of us. Or take her skydiving. Or do anything that’ll get her adrenaline pumping. My little reaper is turned on by danger and excitement, the same way she’s turned on after a fresh kill.
The last thing I want to do is stop her, but I refuse to come in my pants in the middle of a ride. So, I finally reach down and grab her hand, pulling it away from my crotch. She thunks her helmet into my shoulder, clearly disappointed that I’ve stopped her fun, but keeps her hand at my waist.
For the first time ever, I want this ride to be over sooner rather than later.
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“That’s a new record for how long a cop has followed us!” Raphael shouts after most of the bikes have been parked and turned off outside the Iron Cage.
One of the boys responds with something that earns a loud laugh, but I’m too focused on watching June’s leg swing off my bike.
I miss whatever James says behind me because she takes off her helmet next, pulling her wavy blonde hair with it.
A few strands are stuck to her sweaty forehead even as she shakes her head.
“Boss?” someone asks.
“Ask James,” I say in their general direction. Not waiting for a response, I grab June’s hand and haul her with me inside the bar.
“Hey!” she shouts.
Once inside, I lean down, scoop her up, and throw her over my shoulder.
“Theo! Put me down!”
Ignoring her, I march to my office, lock the door behind us, push several papers off the desk, and drop her on it. I grip the edge on either side of her and hover a few inches from her face. Her eyes pinned to mine, she hooks her heels around my thighs, pulling me closer.
“I could’ve wrecked,” I whisper, knowing she can feel my breath on her lips.
“You’re too good to wreck.”
“Sure, but I’ve never had you against my back, your hand on my cock, while I’m riding.”
Her smile is full of depravity as she drags her leg up my thighs and lifts her hips. Her hands go to the buttons of my pants. “Why don’t I finish what I started?”
The growl starts in the back of my throat. I reach up and grip her hair, pulling hard so her head is forced back. I lean down enough so my lips are barely an inch from hers. Her breath hitches, and her hands pause halfway through unzipping. “What are you waiting for?”
With half-lidded eyes, she finishes unzipping, reaches back to my ass, and shoves my pants and boxers down. She yanks the front down next, freeing my already half-hard cock, and grips the base. She pulls her hand up, drags her finger to the tip, and tugs slightly on the piercing.
“Fuck, little reaper,” I grunt through gritted teeth.
She lets go, lifts her hand, and spits into her palm. This time, her hand moves easier. She twists at the top and licks her lip. My fist in her hair squeezes.
This just won’t do.
“Stop.”
Her hand pauses, but she doesn’t let go. Confusion and a hint of hurt fill her eyes. I step back, forcing her to let go.
“On your knees.”
Instantly, the look in her eyes transforms into eager lust. She hops off the desk and drops to her knees.
“Remember recording a certain video on my bed?” I ask. She whimpers. “And then turning my balls about as blue as they could be while I’m leading a club ride?” Holding my cock, I set it against her chin, the ring resting on her bottom lip. “I think it’s time you’re punished for both of those.”
“Theo…”
While her mouth is open, I slide past her lips. She doesn’t fight. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks, a hint of her teeth grazing the underside. “You can take it.” I grip her hair again and push until I hit the back of her throat.
She raises her hand, attempting to grab the base that isn’t in her mouth.
I pull back. “Nuh, uh,” I tsk. “Hands on your thighs.” She obeys, and I pause once I’ve pulled nearly all the way out. “Ready?”
While she’s nodding, I slam forward, forcing her to take everything until my cock is deep in her throat. She gags, and tears fill her eyes.
“Good girl,” I say, pulling back and repeating the motion. I scratch her scalp, and she swallows me down until there's a vacuum sensation around my cock.
“Fuck,” I moan. My muscles tighten as I pull her head and thrust forward, fucking harder and faster.
I desperately want to spill into her and force her to swallow every drop, but I muster my last ounce of willpower to pull out.
Drool drops down her chin, and tears gather under her eyes.
She’s stunning like this, on her knees in my office, wrecked and gasping, probably dripping between her legs.
“Up.”
She slowly stands. Once she’s on her feet, I spin her around, reach between her legs, and roughly palm her over her pants.
She gasps, hips jerking forward. “My eager little reaper,” I coo in her ear as I undo the buttons and zipper, then shove my fingers into her underwear, finding her soaking.
Wasting no more time, I tug down her pants until they’re at her ankles.
Then I plant my hand on her back and shove her forward until her chest is flat against my desk.
I slap her ass hard enough to leave a red welt, and she yelps.
Reaching past her, I grab the back of my chair and pull it closer, positioning it so the wheels are hooked on the leg of the desk.
I hit the inside of her thighs and nudge her feet.
“Wider,” I say. She spreads her legs, and I prop my foot up on the chair.
With this position, it’s easy to slide inside.
“Fuck!” she moans. Her nails dig into the wood of my desk, and as much as I like having her spread before me like this, I wish those nails were on my skin.
Another day. Right now, it’s time to make her dream come true.
It’s hot and fast and brutal. The desk rocks with our movement, and she slides further onto it, so much that I have to drag her back twice.
She moans and cusses and shouts my name, all of which is thankfully drowned out by the music now blaring in the bar beyond my locked office door.
Sweat drips down my back and forehead from the effort, and the muscles in my thighs burn.
I relish every feeling. If I could, I’d spend an eternity buried in her.
Her inner walls squeeze in warning that she’s close.
“Come on, little reaper,” I coax. “Come on my cock.” Neither of us has touched her clit, and she’s started rocking forward with my thrusts, searching for some sort of friction, but she’s not getting it. Not right now. She’ll come solely from a brutal fucking.
“Now, June.” My demand is followed by a particularly rough slam into her pussy, and I lean forward to latch my teeth onto her exposed neck.
She screams, and I manage to slap a hand over her mouth quick enough to muffle the sound.
Waiting long enough for the orgasm to ripple through her, I stand back up, grip her hips tighter, and yank her back onto me.
With three more thrusts, I’m following her over the edge.
She winces when I pull out. I lean down to grab my pants and press a kiss to the red mark on her ass from my hand. She turns around while I’m tucking myself back into my boxer briefs, her chest rising with a deep breath, and her hair sticking to her forehead.
“As good as your dream?”
She smiles. “Better.”
God, I want to kiss her.
Instead, I nod to her feet where her pants are discarded, noticing the trickle of my cum on the inside of her thighs, and say, “Get dressed. The others are waiting for us.”
I don’t miss the hint of sadness on her face.
But she doesn’t say anything, and I try not to let myself feel too disappointed. After all, we have less than two weeks left. Then she’ll be free of me.
The sharp pain in my chest at the thought is too overwhelming to ignore.