40. Chapter 40
Chapter 40
Hawk carried me into the bathroom attached to the Den of Sin. My legs were wrapped around his middle, and I was still impaled on his thick cock. He’d picked up something black from the nightstand, but I couldn’t tell what it was because he held it down by his thigh.
“I want to show you something,” he said, his face serious as we entered the room. Where the bathroom off his bedroom was blue, this one was much darker, all the tiles and countertops a matte ebony.
I nuzzled my nose into his beard. God, I loved his beard. “Okay, what?”
“Look in the mirror.”
Twisting my head around, I gasped when I caught sight of his name printed twice across my ass. I reached back and touched the tender skin. “How did you do that?” I asked, a bit of awe curling around my question.
He held up the thing in his hand, and I took it from him, my fingers tracing the cut outs as Hawk’s gaze stayed firmly on my face.
“I probably should have asked first,” he mumbled.
“Why?” I asked, bringing my head up to face him. “You don’t have to treat me like I’m made of glass, Hawk, and I don’t mind surprises. Except, you know, butt stuff. That’s something I’d prefer not to be surprised by.”
His handsome face broke into a wide, mischievous grin. “So you’re saying there’s a chance for some butt stuff?” The immediate swelling of his cock inside me told me Hawk was absolutely delighted by that idea.
“Yikes, I walked right into that one, didn’t I?” Setting down the sexy paddle and placing my hands on his shoulders for leverage, I slid up and down on him, eliciting a rumbling groan from his chest. “How about we take a shower together and talk about it?”
Hawk had taken our “butt stuff” discussion to heart, and one week later, I was wearing an anal plug with a bright-pink crystal on one end. The end that wasn’t inside me, just to be clear.
We were in the Den of Sin for the first time since last week, and I wondered—for about the tenth time—if he missed being in this room every time.
“Hawk?”
“Yeah, baby?” he replied, securing my hands to the crisscrosses on his headboard with violet-colored velvet straps. I was on my back with my arms stretched over my head.
“Am I holding you back?”
“No, but I’m about to hold you down and have my wicked way with you,” he teased, easing a finger between the straps and my wrist to make sure they weren’t too tight.
“Not like that. I mean, you said you don’t fuck in your bedroom, but that’s where we sleep and have sex every night.” His eyes snapped to mine, but he didn’t reply. “Am I holding you back from spending time in here because you don’t think I’m experienced enough?”
He abandoned the task of tying me to his bed and lay on his side beside me, tilting my head toward his with gentle fingers against my cheek. “No, sweetheart. That’s not it at all. I like having you in my bed.”
“Why? This…” I swept my eyes around the room, “is who you are, and I feel like you’re suppressing that because of me.”
He searched my eyes for a long moment. “Maybe this room isn’t all of who I am. Maybe you’ve brought out my softer side.”
“So I make you soft?” I cooed, biting into my lower lip.
He laughed and pushed his very impressive erection against my hip. “I think we both know that’s not true. I’ve taken up permanent residence in BonerVille since I met you.”
“Let me guess. You’re the mayor of BonerVille?”
His beard twitched. “I am, though I hold several official titles.”
My eyebrows lift. “Oh really? Like what?”
“Well, I was granted the title of Chief Erection Officer when I moved in, and just last week, they asked me to be Captain of the Pussy Police.” His hand slipped between my legs to fondle my bare sex, and I groaned.
“A position for which you’re supremely qualified.”
He grinned. “I do my best to protect and serve.”
“Can I ask you one more question?”
Hawk narrowed his eyes at me before lifting his wet fingers and sucking them clean. “I’m losing my patience with you, Little Bee. You’re delaying our little game.” His voice held a hint of amusement though, and I knew he didn’t mean it. He was always patient with me.
“I was just wondering why you have that TV on.” I nodded toward the television mounted on the wall to my left. It was turned on, and the screen was blank, glowing a bright blue.
“You’ll see,” he told me before fastening a black satin sleep mask over my eyes. “But not yet.”
“Well, this seems dramatic,” I called as I felt the bed move and sensed that he’d stood.
His chuckle was amplified now that my vision was completely black. I listened closely, hearing drawers and cabinets open and close. And something quietly clattering. Dishes maybe?
Then music came from somewhere, a slow, sultry beat that made me want to fuck. My hips lifted, and my legs spread, wondering where Hawk was now. That question was answered when a hand pressed me back to the mattress and his beard tickled my ear.
“Be still, or I’ll strap your legs down too.” The low growl had my clit thrumming like a hummingbird. “We’re going to do some sensory play. I’ll let you feel or taste things, and you tell me what they are.”
“If I get them wrong, will you punish me?” I asked, not sure if I wanted him to answer yes or no.
“No, baby. Tonight is all about your pleasure.”
The music was loud enough to drown out any ambient noise, but quiet enough I could hear Hawk clearly.
“Okay. ”
“We’ll start out with an easy one.” He tugged my chin until I opened my mouth and then he pressed a finger inside. Rolling my tongue around it, I tasted something melted, sticky, and sweet.
“Mmmm. It’s not chocolate. Caramel?”
“Good girl,” he replied, rewarding me with a soft kiss against my lips. “My turn.” A warm sensation dripped across my breasts, and an even warmer tongue lapped at them before a mouth suckled away all the stickiness with pleasured hums.
My back arched, wanting more. “So gooood,” I moaned.
Then he was gone, and my face turned to where I heard his voice say, “What do you feel now?”
Something cool rolled across my belly—a round-ish shape—and I frowned. “I don’t know. A ball?”
I could hear the smile in his voice. “It’s a fruit.”
“A grape!” I called out and a second later, the plump orb was placed in my mouth, and I chewed it. “I like this game. You’re turning me on and feeding me. My two favorite things.”
I heard his deep laugh before some kind of fabric was draped across my left breast. A big hand massaged it against my heated skin, and I felt the cool, slick texture abrading my nipples. I moaned out a guess. “Silk?”
“Close.” The material was lifted and then held against my nose. “Sniff,” he ordered, and I did, smelling myself on the fabric.
“My panties,” I said confidently, and Hawk kissed my nose.
“Well, yes, but they’re mine now.”
“Do you have an entire drawer full of my dirty underwear somewhere?” I asked, and he replied with one word.
“Yes. ”
That really shouldn’t have turned me on, but it did.
Over the next few minutes, I correctly guessed canned whipped cream because I recognized the ssssht sound when he sprayed a line down my belly—which he kindly removed with his tongue—and I also identified a feather and ice cream. I had a little trouble with maraschino cherries until he let me taste them.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” Hawk praised, stroking his hand down my long ponytail. “Are you having fun?”
“Yes, but you’re making me horny,” I whined, squirming on the bed, needing more of his touch, his mouth, his huge cock. “Please, Hawk.”
“Almost done, pretty girl. Just one more, and this one isn’t food.”
My forehead scrunched in concentration when something slid down my side, bumping over my ribs. It wasn’t smooth, though it wasn’t rough either, the texture familiar yet unidentifiable to my sex-starved brain.
“Ummm, it feels kind of wet like a tongue, but I don’t feel your beard.”
I heard his chuckle. “Not my tongue.” He moved the object to my breasts, circling each nipple before trailing it down my abdomen and using it to flick against my clit.
My hips lifted from the mattress as he moved the whatever the hell it was back and forth between my legs, driving me crazy. “Please, Hawk. I don’t know.”
“Are you sure you don’t have a guess for me?” he crooned, toying with my pussy.
“Yes, fuck! Just tell me. ”
He seemed amused by my impatience and finally had mercy on me. “It’s a sponge dipped in warm water.”
Ah, okay. That makes sense.
“Wait, it’s not the one from the kitchen is it? Because that thing is gross and needs to be thrown—”
“It’s not a kitchen sponge,” he assured me with a laugh. “It’s some kind of makeup sponge I found in your bathroom. You had a two-pack and I borrowed one.”
I giggled. “That’s called a beauty blender.”
“What-the-fuck-ever,” he said dipping the tip of it inside me before removing it. “I’ll replace it because this one is mine now.” His low hum vibrated the air, and I smiled, knowing him so well by now.
“You’re sucking it, aren’t you?”
“I am. Fucking delicious, but not as good as the real thing.”
“Then maybe you should eat directly from the source,” I teased.
“I plan to. Lift your hips.” I did and felt a towel being slid beneath me. What the hell does he have planned now? “Spread your legs wide, Bee.”
Following his directions and hoping he’d get the hell on with it, I spread for him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. So tempting. I think I’m going to make myself an ice cream sundae.”
“You’re taking a damn snack break? Now?” I groused and then yelped when something cold trickled down my pussy.
“I’m starving,” he growled a second before a drizzle of warmth battled with the cold sensation between my legs.
Oh. I’m the ice cream sundae .
“Carry on,” I panted, hearing the whipped cream can spraying a dollop on my mound.
“And a cherry on top,” he said. I couldn’t feel it but imagined he plopped one of the red fruits on top of the cream.
“You do seem to be fond of my cherry,” I shot back and then startled when his beard tickled my cheek.
“Best goddamn thing I’ve ever had,” he growled in my ear, and I shivered. “Time to enjoy my dessert.”
Wedging himself between my legs, Hawk devoured me, his mouth greedy and demanding as he lapped up the mess he’d made on my pussy. I’d been right on the edge for what seemed like hours while we played the sensory game, so it only took a couple minutes before my orgasm was right there.
“Almost,” I panted, loving the fullness in my backside from the plug while he focused his mouth on my pussy. The dual sensations were enough to have me seeing stars on the backs of my eyelids.
Hawk’s talented tongue focused on my clit. His beard abraded my sensitive skin in the very best way, and when he closed his full lips around my little bud, I exploded into pure and utter ecstasy.
Strong hands held my bucking hips down, making me take the erotic torture of his mouth as my hands strained against the straps. The sounds Hawk made—like a wild animal enjoying his kill—only dragged my climax out until I was drained and limp.
“Fuck, you’re sweet,” he grunted, crawling up my body and straddling my waist.
Hawk had dimmed the lights in the room with a switch on the wall, so when he removed my blindfold, the adjustment from pitch dark to light wasn’t bad. His face and beard were covered with ice cream, caramel, whipped cream… and me.
“That was so hot,” I breathed, my chest still heaving with the intensity of my release.
“Agreed,” he said, lowering his mouth to mine and allowing me to lick at his lips before he deepened the kiss. It was sticky and messy but so fucking sexy. As we tasted each other, his hands slipped up and released my wrists from the bindings.
He massaged from my forearms to the tips of my fingers until the blood started flowing normally, and then he pulled back. “Let me clean you up, and then I have another surprise for you.”
“Great, just what I need,” I muttered, though anticipation brewed deep in my core.
With a grin and a flirty wink, Hawk crawled off the bed and went into the en suite bathroom before returning with a damp cloth. With painstaking care, he cleaned my body as I watched him. He could be so tender sometimes.
“How does this feel?” he asked, hooking his fingers around the jewel sticking out of my ass. “Do I need to remove it?” He pulled it out a couple millimeters before pushing it back in.
“No, leave it. It doesn’t hurt,” I assured him and was rewarded with one of his soft smiles.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he lifted me until I was sitting across his lap, cuddling me to him. His strong, gentle hands touched me with such reverence it made me dizzy. I could feel his erection, hard and ready, poking against my ass, but he took his time with me, kissing and stroking until my heart rate was back to normal.
“Hawk? ”
“Yeah, baby,” rumbled against my ear, which was resting over his heart. I cast my eyes up toward his.
“Why the straps? You seem more like a handcuff kind of guy.” I was joking, but his entire face tightened into a taut mask, and his eyes lowered, making my heart freeze for a second. “D-did I say something wrong?” I stammered, and he slowly lifted his black gaze back to mine.
“No, Bee. Not your fault.” Hawk closed his eyes, his beautiful face looking pained. “I’m the one who found Shiloh when she was kidnapped.”
I could feel the blood drain from my face. “Oh. Shit, Hawk. I’m so sorry.” My cousin’s wife had been abducted by her ex a couple years ago and then left for days in an abandoned warehouse without food or water. I’d known someone was with Cam when he found her, but in all the insane aftermath, I hadn’t registered who.
“I made Cam stay outside the room so I could see what we were walking into. He didn’t need to see… if things were…” Hawk huffed out a breath, eyes far away and obviously remembering the horror he’d found in that dirty room. “The fucker had her handcuffed to the bed. I thought she was dead.”
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to bring that up.”
His eyes softened when they returned to my face. “You didn’t know, Bee.” He nuzzled his nose against mine. “I haven’t been able to bring myself to use handcuffs since then.”
We sat like that, in silence with our noses touching, for a long while, simply breathing each other’s air as my fingers rubbed tender circles through his facial hair .
Hawk’s lips brushed mine once, twice, and then his tongue was in my mouth, seeking and finding mine. We kissed hungrily, hands touching and squeezing as we swallowed each other’s restless moans.
“Need you, baby,” he whispered against my lips. “Now.” I tried to turn and straddle him, but he stilled me with his muscular hands. “No, like this.”
I found myself sitting on his lap, with my back to his front, facing the television. He reached over and flicked a button on the remote, and the screen came to life.
The video showed Hawk in this very room, wearing nothing but black lounge pants and his nipple ring. “What is this?” I asked, and he kissed my shoulder.
“Just watch.”
As soon as I appeared in the doorway, I understood. “Our video?”
“Mmhmm,” he hummed against the back of my neck. “You want to watch it together while we fuck?”
“Yes.” The word was filled with air and want.
On-screen, Hawk touched my hair and then held me, and I was struck by the look on his face while we embraced. It was serene, eyes closed and lips tipped up into a soft smile. Then I dropped to my knees in front of him.
“Holy shit, that’s hot,” I sighed, remembering that this was the second time I’d swallowed his release. The first time had been his birthday.
I’d been nervous to swallow at first because I’d never done that before, but he’d been so patient with me. Was it my favorite thing in the world to taste? Honestly, no, but it wasn’t horrible, and watching him lose himself in my mouth was well worth it .
I watched my image sucking him off, and even though I’d just come a few minutes ago, a familiar ache resonated through my core. He looked like a beautiful beast, hands buried in my hair, ass cheeks squeezing and releasing as he fucked my mouth.
Behind me, Hawk nipped at my shoulder with his teeth and widened his knees, spreading me lewdly. “Get your cunt around my cock before I die, Mallori,” he growled, and it wasn’t a request.
Placing my hands on his knees, I lifted as he notched his head at my entrance. As soon as on-screen Hawk came in my mouth, I sank down on his long, hard cock slowly, torturing us both.
“Christ,” he bit out, his hands going to my waist to guide me. The butt plug was still inside my ass, making the fit of his thick erection so damn snug. I could feel every inch of him stretching me, those piercings dragging along sensitive tissues.
Twisting my body a little, I looped my arm back and around his neck so he could have a better view. His mouth was level with the side of my tit, and he took full advantage, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh there and sucking until a dark-blue bruise arose.
On the TV, Hawk had me facedown across his legs, holding me in place with his arm as he held the custom-made paddle in his hand. When he spanked me and I saw his name bloom across my ass, my pussy clenched around the hardness inside.
“Fuck yeah. Are you gonna come watching me spank that pretty ass?”
“I’m… I’m…” The second spank came, and I cried out his name as a killer orgasm took over my body. My lids drifted almost closed as I moaned, my gaze dropping to the veins straining against the skin of his hands and forearms. I’d never thought blood vessels could be sexy, but Hawk proved me wrong.
One of his hands slid between my legs, and he slapped my pussy, making me yelp. I’d never been wetter in my life.
“Eyes on the screen, Mallori. Watch me fuck your sweet cunt into the mattress while you ride my cock.”
My trembling from the orgasm had almost subsided when Hawk reached over and turned up the volume. The room was filled with the sounds of hard sex—the slaps of our bodies and the headboard slamming the wall—saturating the air around us.
As the heat turned up on-screen, so did our actual fucking. Our moans echoed the ones coming from the speakers, and Hawk slammed me up and down on his long cock. I watched him nail me to the bed on the television as one of those delicious piercings hit a spot deep inside me.
Fuck, I was about to come. Again.
Hawk slid a hand up my body, tweaking my nipple before wrapping it around my throat as he pounded up into me. “Be my good girl and come for me. Now,” he demanded through gritted teeth, and I watched the video of the wall splintering from the force as my entire body also splintered.
I was riding and crying out his name, feeling myself being ripped apart, piece by piece until I was nothing but a shell. He held himself deep, releasing into me with a loud grunt as I collapsed back onto him.
Hawk’s chest was solid against my back, and the hand around my throat relaxed. He obviously turned off the TV with the remote because the room fell into silence, except for the sounds of our heavy breathing.
The remnants of my orgasm began to fade into tiny pulses between my legs as Hawk kissed the side of my sweaty face. “Let’s take a bath together, baby,” he panted, and I nodded.
He carried me through his bedroom and into the bathroom before drawing us a bath. As I lay back against him in the steamy water, he washed my hair with fingers that managed to be simultaneously strong and tender.
I could handle Hawk when he was rough with me, but when he got like this, sweetly washing sticky residue from my hair and body, pressing soft kisses against my face… well, I was finding it difficult to ignore the little voice inside my head.
The one that told me how fucking stupid I was.
Because I was falling in love with Hawk Gentry.