30. Chapter 30
Chapter 30
“Good night,” I said, stopping in the doorway to Hawk’s bedroom. He was sitting up against the headboard, long legs outstretched as he did something on his iPad. He was wearing only a pair of forest-green athletic shorts and no shirt—his usual hanging around the house attire.
His hair was mussed, and he looked a little rumpled and a lot delicious.
I felt awkward as hell. After what happened in his office today, I didn’t know where we stood. Was it a one-time thing, like just a bit of fun? Would there be a repeat? I’d been around Hawk long enough to know he wasn’t a relationship guy, so I held no ill-conceived notion that he was suddenly going to want that with me. And to be honest, I didn’t want a serious relationship either.
My entire life I had been… repressed, I guessed was the best word for it. Now I wanted to live and do the things that normal twenty-four-year-olds did.
But sometimes I didn’t know how to do that .
No one had ever gone down on me before today. I’d given Curtis a handful of blow jobs, but when I mentioned reciprocation, he’d said it wasn’t something he was into. Whatever that meant.
Hawk though? He made me feel confident. Alluring. Sexy. Everything about that encounter in his office today felt natural. The flirting and banter had put me at ease, and after the initial shock of finding out what he wanted to do to me on his desk, I’d enjoyed every second of it. Every steamy, dirty word and stroke of his tongue had turned me on like I’d never experienced before.
But now, hours later, I was feeling insecure. I had made dinner and everything seemed normal then, but what was I supposed to do now? Just wave from the hallway as I headed to bed? Give him a goodnight kiss? Strut into his bedroom like Cunnilingus Barbie and tell him I wanted an encore performance?
“Good night,” he replied, so I turned to keep walking until he called my name. I backtracked to find him beckoning to me with a curl of his finger.
Approaching his huge bed, I tried not to fidget. “Did you need something?”
“I was wondering why I didn’t get a goodnight kiss,” he said with a lift of one eyebrow.
I set my hands on my waist and popped a hip. “I didn’t know it was a requirement.”
He smirked, his gaze raking me up and down. My baby-pink tank and panties were covered by my aqua shorty robe, but it felt like he could see right through all of it.
“It’s not, but it’s really the polite thing to do, Bee,” he said with mock admonishment .
“Well, I wouldn’t want to be impolite.” Hawk’s smirk was the picture of smugness when I placed one knee on the bed and leaned over him. Then I dropped a tiny kiss on his nose and stood. “There ya go. Feel better now?”
Before I turned away, I saw the dismay on his face and stifled a giggle. Until I was lifted with insanely muscled arms and tossed onto the bed. I squeaked out a laugh, and he rolled onto me and sat up, pinning my hips with his thick thighs. He somehow got my arms above my head and held my wrists with one hand as the other stroked down my side.
“You think you’re funny, don’t you, Bee?”
“I know I am,” I retorted.
“I want a proper kiss,” he growled, his face an inch from mine.
“Then take it.”
“I only take what’s freely given,” he said, dark eyes searching my light ones.
Tilting my head up, I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and then nipped it aggressively with my teeth. “Take it,” I demanded.
A split second later, he was stretched out on top of me with his legs bracketing mine and his mouth taking what it wanted from me. I melted into the mattress at his dominance, loving the feel of him covering me.
A moan escaped me when he trailed his free hand up my side, seducing me with its slow trek over my ribs, across the side of my breast, and then up the inside of my arm. Hawk linked his fingers with mine, pressing the backs of my hands into the bed as his mouth plundered mine .
His huge dick lay heavy against my stomach and began to grow as the kiss deepened. I wanted to spread my legs and feel him there, but he had me pinned.
Finally pulling back, he flashed me a cocky half-grin. “Now that was a proper goodnight kiss.”
“I disagree,” I told him, earning me a scowl. “That was the most improper kiss I’ve ever had.”
He laughed and pressed a softer kiss against my lips before closing his eyes. We lay like that, breathing each other’s air until I heard him whisper, “Why does it feel so good with you?”
I didn’t have an answer for that because I was as confused by this intense attraction as he was. So I wiggled against his erection and asked, “You want me to take care of that for you?”
Hawk’s eyes popped open and burned into me as his body tautened. “I can’t think of anything I’d want more,” he told me, his voice a low, vibrating timbre that seemed to have a direct line to my vagina.
“Can… can I not be on my knees? I’m afraid it would bring back…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence.
A softness took over his face, and he released my hands and rolled us so I was on top of him. “Baby,” he crooned, pulling my head into his neck as he stroked his hands gently up and down my back. “This isn’t something you need to do for me, okay? I don’t expect you to.” He kissed my temple.
God, he was so different from Curtis. Sure, Hawk was dominant, bossy, and aggressive, but he was also a giver.
I lifted my head and propped my chin on my hands. “I want to. I want to feel you in my mouth. ”
His jaw tightened even as one of his hands tenderly cupped my face and his thumb feathered over my bottom lip. “God you turn me on with those dirty words coming out of your pretty little mouth.”
“And not to sound demanding, but I have another request.”
Hawk’s lips curved up into a sexy smile. “Anything.”
I inhaled and blew out a nervous breath between pursed lips before blurting, “I don’t want you to come in my mouth. Is that okay? I know that’s probably how you like to do it.”
The backs of his fingers rubbed a soft trail down my cheek. “Listen to me, Bee. You never have to do anything you don’t want to. Yes, I’m dominant when it comes to sexual stuff, but you have the final say.” His eyes twinkled. “I guess you could say it’s sucker’s choice.”
I laughed as relief flooded through me. “Okay, other than that, you can come anywhere on me you want.” Flashing him a flirty wink, I said, “Suckee’s choice.”
“Your tits,” he said without pause, pushing me up and eagerly untying my robe. “I love your fucking tits.”
The silky material hit the floor a second later, and Hawk’s big hands enveloped my breasts over my top. “They’re small,” I argued, but he shook his head.
“Doesn’t matter. They’re so perfectly round, and your nipples love to point at me like they know who will treat them with the respect they deserve.”
I laughed at his silliness. He was usually quieter around his friends, the big, broody guy in the background who would crack a joke occasionally, but otherwise silently took in everything around him. But with me, he was different. Lighter. I didn’t know what that meant, but I couldn’t say I didn’t like it .
Emboldened, I circled my hips over the bulge beneath me. “Would you like to look at them while I suck you?”
He reached for my shirt, and it joined my robe on the floor a split second later. Hawk groaned. “Goddamn, I love looking at you.”
I scooted down his body and reached for the waistband of his shorts. Once I had worked them down his legs and tossed them aside, I was faced with… that .
“Wow. Okay,” I muttered, staring down at the thick, hard length laying against cut abs. “It looks very… mean.”
Hawk chuckled and lifted my chin until our eyes met. “I can assure you he’s very friendly.”
That made me giggle. He always had a way of shooing away my unease with a few simple words.
“Well, I do enjoy making new friends,” I replied, reaching out to trace a finger along the engorged veins on the surface. His breathing picked up at that simple touch, and it made me want to do more.
Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I lifted his dick and saw that there were four silver metal beads surrounding the crown. “Do these hurt?” I asked, circling one with my thumb without touching it.
Hawk folded his hands behind his head, putting those massive biceps on full display. He was so damn big and sexy. “When I got them, yes, but not now. It’s called a magic cross, and it’s actually two barbell piercings.”
“Magic, huh?”
“Yes, because I can hit all the sweet spots with at least one of the beads, no matter which position I’m in. ”
The word position brought a slide show of erotic images to the forefront of my brain. God, what would it feel like to have him over me, behind me, beneath me? I grew wet between my legs.
“Sorry for the inquisition, but… I’ve only done this a few times, and I want you to like it.”
Hawk reached down with one hand and raked his fingers through my hair. “Baby, I’m having to fight not to come right now, just from seeing you this close to my cock. Other than biting it off, there’s nothing you could do that I wouldn’t like.”
“Noted,” I said, my lips curving into a wry grin. Keeping my eyes on him, I dragged my tongue up the length of him and flicked one of the silver balls.
“Jesus,” he hissed, dropping his hand to the bed beside him. “That feels so good.” With my confidence boosted, I gave attention to each of the beads, toying with them with the tip of my tongue, lapping at them.
Hawk’s fingers curled into the mattress when I licked the trail of pre-ejaculate that dripped from his tip and then wrapped my lips around it. The taste of salt and aroused male made my panties wet with a sudden gush of desire.
I took him deeper, my mouth surrounding him until my lips touched my fingers.
“Fuuuck, baby,” he groaned, his voice hoarse and deep. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this? Having your hot, perfect mouth swallowing my cock?”
I hummed around him, and he continued spewing his filthy words that only made me want to climb him like a tree and sink down onto him. “Every fucking morning in the shower, I wrap my hand around my dick and fuck it, pretending it’s you.”
Holy shit! This man and his mouth…
Squeezing the base of his penis harder, I stroked him, matching the slow rhythm of my bobbing head. His piercings rubbed against my tongue and the roof of my mouth, but it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, I loved it.
I lifted my gaze, and my god, he was so fucking beautiful, head tilted back and eyes closed in ecstasy. His hands fisted the sheets so tightly, they came loose from the mattress and bunched in his fingers.
Pulling my mouth from him, I slid my hand up and down his hot, wet dick as I kissed the tip. “Tate, I want your eyes on me.”
I wasn’t sure where that came from or where I got the balls to be making demands like that; all I knew was that I wanted his obsidian gaze on me while I went down on him.
His eyes opened, the lids appearing heavy as a somewhat amused smile teased his lips. “It’ll make me come if I see you with your mouth full of my cock.”
Without answering, I took his head in my mouth and suckled with rhythmic pulses of my lips. One of his hands went tentatively to the back of my head. “Is this okay?” he asked, and I nodded as I took him deeper.
Long fingers curved against my scalp as Hawk applied gentle pressure until his erection touched the back of my throat. “Ahhh, that’s it, baby. Take me. Fuck yeah. Take me just like that.”
His husky moans were the most sensual thing I’d ever heard, and a tightness in my clit begged for some much-needed friction. As if reading my mind, Hawk wedged one of his legs between mine, pressing it against my pussy.
“Ride it,” he demanded with a fierce growl that left no room for argument. Not that I would have argued. It felt too good to glide my body back and forth over the hardness between my legs.
I removed my hand from his hard length and slid it up his torso, taking him even deeper into my throat. I was shocked I didn’t gag, but his cock seemed made for my mouth, though my lips were stretched wide around the thickness.
My fingers bumped over finely honed abs, loving the feel of his strong muscles bunching beneath my touch. When I tweaked his nipple, Hawk lost all control, shoving both hands into my hair and lifting his hips. Then he fucked my mouth.
Thoroughly.
His eyes burned into my soul with each thrust, full lips parted and nostrils flared. He looked like an erotic sexual beast, an animal driven only by his basest needs.
My hips were churning, rocking against his leg as my own orgasm built inside me.
“You’re soaking my leg with that greedy cunt, baby. Do you know how much that turns me on?” His eyes fluttered, and before I knew what was happening, I was flat on my back with a big, virile male straddling my hips. His hand fisted his dick, working it back and forth, and three pumps later, the first spurt hit my chest.
“Fuuuuck,” he roared, slamming a palm against the wall behind the bed as he continued to tug himself to completion. “Damn, my cum looks pretty on your skin. ”
I’d never imagined someone could look that freaking hot in the throes of an orgasm. Curtis always appeared to be passing a kidney stone when he came.
Hawk’s lips curled up into a smile… the kind of smile that could only come from being completely sexually satisfied. His dark eyes were soft and sated when he looked down at me, and my legs pinched together at the intensity radiating from him. He must have noticed.
“You didn’t come,” he stated.
“It’s okay. I thoroughly enjoyed watching you.”
He shook his head. “I’ll take care of you.”
The words caused a fluttering in my belly, and that flutter headed due south when Hawk scooted between my legs and removed my panties with brutal efficiency. “Mmm, I’ve missed the taste of your honey, Little Bee.”
“It hasn’t even been twelve hours,” I pointed out, and he wiggled his eyebrows at me.
“I know. I don’t know how I’ve waited this long to have you coming on my face again.” He was back in seduction mode, and I fell instantly under his spell, lifting my hips to meet his tongue.
As he ate my pussy, Hawk glided his hand up my body and rubbed his cum all over me. He groaned as if he were getting turned on all over again when he cupped a sticky hand around my breast and squeezed.
I was so wound up from grinding on his leg and watching the most primal sexual display I’d ever witnessed, that it took him less than a minute to push me over the edge.
I came with a scream of his name wrenching from my lips as his mouth did the most wondrous things to my sex. My vision blurred around the edges until I could barely see his head moving between my legs.
With slow licks, he brought me down from my high, and smiled up at me. “I like when you call me that.”
Huh? I was so dazed, I wasn’t even sure what I’d said. Hopefully it wasn’t anything embarrassing.
Apparently seeing my confusion, he clarified. “You called me Tate. No other woman has ever called me that.”
A feeling of warmth and affection washed over me, and I reached down to stroke his soft hair. “Well, Tate , once again, you’ve exceeded expectations in the oral arena.”
He laughed and pushed up on his muscular arms to hover over me before pressing a kiss to my lips. “Let me get you cleaned up, Bee.”
Hawk’s hand drifted lazily up and down my spine as I lay half draped over him. “The colors in this room are so much softer than… your other room,” I mused.
His chest rumbled beneath my ear with a chuckle. “In the Den of Sin, you mean? I didn’t name it that, by the way. I think it was Woody.”
“Why the two separate rooms?”
His hand paused on my back, and I wondered if I’d gone too far with my curiosity. But then he resumed the gentle rubbing. “I don’t know. I guess I wanted to keep my private space private. It probably makes me sound like a dick—which I am—but afterward, I don’t want any trace of them left. When I was living with the other guys, I didn’t have a separate room, so I’d have to change my sheets before I could sleep.”
“What about when your lady friends sleep over?”
He looked down at me and kissed my forehead. “Here’s where the being a dick part comes in. I don’t allow anyone to sleep in my bed. I either drive them home or call them a car.”
It took me a second to process. He never let women sleep in his bed. But I’d slept in here that night after our heart-to-heart talk.
“I can understand that. Having a different room for your… activities allows you to have your own space.”
He hummed in agreement and buried his nose in my hair. A few minutes later, his hand slowed on my back and eventually stopped. His deep, even breaths told me he had fallen asleep.
I waited until I was sure he was in dreamland so I wouldn’t wake him. Then I slipped from the bed and grabbed my robe. As I pulled it over my naked body, I watched him sleep. One arm was curled above his head and the other—the one I’d been lying on—was stretched across the sheet. He looked so beautiful with the cream covers around his waist, an acute contrast to his tan skin and dark good looks.
“Good night, Tate,” I whispered before tiptoeing from the room.