Chapter 9
CHAPTER
NINE
SHAWN
King’s tongue tastes my mouth, tastes me thoroughly. When he breaks the kiss, his blue eyes sparkle as he watches me. I wrap my fingers around the back of his neck, slipping them through the strands of his soft hair. Tangling them, I tug gently as I suck in a breath and hold it for a moment.
God, he’s perfection.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
“Ready?” I exhale.
His lips curve up into a grin. He is clearly finding joy in this, in my question, because he clears his throat before he speaks. And when he does, he clearly tries to hold back his chuckles of laughter. I don’t mind it, though, considering I have no clue what I’m doing.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you? For me to taste your cunt, for me to own you?”
Goose bumps break out all over my entire body. I open my mouth, then close it. I don’t know how to respond to that, and thankfully, he doesn’t demand I do. Instead, he reaches down, his hands gripping my ass before he picks me up.
“Are you, Shawn?” he asks, his mouth touching mine as he walks through my tiny apartment.
There’s only one bedroom and one bathroom, so I don’t have to give him any directions on where to go. He can find it, probably with his eyes closed.
When he steps into the bedroom, he moves straight for my bed, then stops at the end but doesn’t let me down to my feet. Instead, his hands grip my ass even harder. His mouth is on mine, and he asks me the question again.
“Are you ready?”
I don’t know what I am. I’m not sure if I’m ready for this man, this man’s man. He’s rough, gruff, and smells like leather and grease. I want his hands all over me, his lips, and his tongue. I want every part of him all over every part of me. I’ve never felt this way before.
“No,” I whimper.
It’s the truth. I don’t think I could ever be ready for the man he is. I don’t think anyone could be. He is not just a man. Not just any man. He is all man. He’s the man. He hums against my mouth as his hands shift from my ass.
He grips my waist with one hand while the other slides up my spine and tangles in my hair. Tugging my head back, he exposes my throat, and then his lips touch the center, sucking me there before he licks and kisses down to the hollow.
My entire body trembles and I am nothing but putty in his hands. Melted goo ready for him to mold and create, be bent to his will and made just for him.
And I want that.
I want to be his.
In this moment, I realize he can do whatever he wishes, and I’m going to let it happen. I’m going to beg him for it. Beg for it. Whatever it is. All the things. Everything.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Please?” he asks against my skin.
“I’m ready.”
It’s a lie.
I’m not ready. I don’t know if I could ever be ready, and I’m sure he knows it, but he doesn’t call me out on it. Instead, he begins to remove my clothing until I’m completely naked, and when I am, he releases me and takes a step backward.
I want to hide myself. Lifting my hands, I cover myself, but he wraps his fingers around my wrists and gently tugs my arms down against my sides. I watch as his gaze slides down my entire body, then glides back up to meet mine.
“Fuck me, Shawn. You’re goddamn perfect.”
Opening my mouth, I start to tell him that I’m not at all, but no words come out. He dips his chin, and I feel his lips wrap around my nipple. He sucks me in deep. My breath hitches, and I lift my hand to grip the hair at the back of his head and hold him against my breast as my back arches.
Trembling, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, my belly flipping as my pussy clenches. Silently, I beg him for more. Then my eyes roll into the back of my head as one of his hands slips between my legs.
My knees almost give out as soon as his fingertips glide across my clit. He slips his fingers through my folds, swirling my clit over and over. My thighs tremble, my body aching as I silently beg and plead for more from him.
King releases my breast, then he kisses his way to the other one, and I feel his tongue swirl me there before he sucks me in deep. At the same time, two fingers slip inside of me. He curls them, and my thighs tremble even more. My knees are seconds from giving out, and I whimper.
It feels like every single part of me is on edge, on complete edge and about to burst into a million flames. I might actually explode. It doesn’t take long, just a few curls from his fingers, and I’m ready to get down on my knees and beg him for more.
I want to come.
I want him to make me come, and I’m ready to say or do just about anything to make that happen. He releases my breast, then moves toward my mouth, his lips kissing, sucking their way up to my jaw. When I feel his lips touch mine, I whimper, and it happens.
My thighs tremble, and it happens—I come.
It consumes all of me.
Inside and out.
My back bows, my lips part, and not a single sound escapes my throat. I’ve never felt this before. This man, his fingers are magic. His mouth is magic. I’m not sure I could feel any more of anything than I do right now. I can’t imagine more.
Then he slips his hands from inside of me, and I watch as he takes a step backward. His eyes never leave mine, not even when he takes his shirt off over his head.
Then my mouth goes dry.
When he stands in front of me naked, I don’t know what to say. What to do. I just stare, first at his chest, which is covered in not only tattoos but also muscle. So. Much. Muscle. When my gaze finally makes its way down to his length, I let out an audible gasp.
Holy. Shit.
KING
I take it as a compliment as Shawn’s eyes widen and she gasps when she finally clocks my dick. Chuckling, I decide not to point out the fact that she’s staring at me and just move toward her. I reach out and wrap my fingers around the back of her neck.
Fuck.
This is what I’ve been thinking about for days. I need to be inside of her. We’re both naked, and it’s time. “King,” she breathes, and my whole spine straightens because it’s just that fucking sexy.
“Yeah,” I grunt, releasing her neck and gripping her waist as I guide her to the bed.
As much as I want to fuck her like this, I have a feeling she hasn’t been adventurous, and the last thing I want to do is make her feel uncomfortable. The first time is about her, about making her feel amazing. The next time can be about pushing boundaries.
Lifting her, I slide her back against the bed. She shifts backward, and I crawl between her thighs. My cock is against her center. It’s warm and wet… inviting as fuck. Lowering my head, I touch my mouth to hers. At the same time, I bury myself inside of her.
She gasps, and I take that as an invitation to fill her mouth as well. Tasting her, I kiss her hard, owning her body completely as she adjusts to my size. She’s hot and wet, tight and fucking perfect. Breaking the kiss, I lift my head, my eyes finding hers, and I begin to move inside of her.
I try to move slowly, to give her a rhythm that could bring her to a second orgasm, but she feels too good, and I’m selfish as fuck. I reach down, wrap my fingers around the back of her knee, and spread her wide for me, pinning her leg down on the mattress.
She whimpers, and I move, my hips thrusting hard and fast, zero fucking rhythm as I take from her.
Take. Take. And take. I’m a goddamn asshole.
Spreading her wide, I shift to my knees.
I tip my chin and look down as I move inside of her.
Watching the way my body fills her, seeing the way I stretch her.
Fuck.
It’s beautiful.
I didn’t think that sex could be beautiful. It was just an act, a way to get off, but this is goddamn gorgeous. Biting my bottom lip, I watch my hips move, the way my cock glistens with her wetness.
Fuck me.
I don’t stop. I can’t.
Instead, I move faster, harder, grunting with each thrust. I feel my balls draw up, and I contemplate pulling out instead of coming inside of her, but I lose complete and total fucking control.
I bury my cock deep, coming so hard that a roar escapes my throat and fills the room as my balls empty inside of her.
When the blood stops roaring in my ears, I look down at her, my eyes looking into hers, and I listen to her panting breaths. I wrap my fingers around the side of her neck, then slide them around to the back, tangling in her hair as I tug her head back slightly.
Leaning down, I touch my lips to her bottom lip, then move down her chin to the center of her throat with a hum, my hips moving inside of her slowly, loving the way her silky-smooth pussy feels snuggly wrapped around my cock.
“Shawn,” I whisper against her neck.
Her arms wrap around my back, and I feel her nails dig into my shoulders. “King,” she breathes on a sigh.
“Elvis,” I grunt before I lift my head and look into her eyes.
“Elvis?” she asks.
“My name. It’s why my brothers call me King.”
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lips, then her lips curve up into a smile. “I like that,” she whispers. “Elvis.”
My cock twitches inside of her, and I growl, slowly slipping out of her warmth to roll over and lie on my back. Instead of reaching out and wrapping my arms around her the way I want to, I lie beside her and stare at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath.
Shawn turns toward me, her eyes studying me. I can feel them on my profile. I fight the urge to look over, instead choosing to stare straight up. Then, her fingertips touch the tattoo on my chest.
“What does it mean?” she asks.
“Dark Horse?” She hums, so I explain, although I already did tell her. “It’s the name of my MC. Of the club. The life that I was born into. The world that I belong to.”
“And you have a position?” she asks.
Rolling onto my side, I look into her eyes. “Vice president,” I state. “Though, if you want anything from me, you won’t get it.”
She sits straight up. “Excuse me?” she asks. “What?”
I don’t sit up. I’m relaxed and calm now as I lie beside her. Sucking in a deep breath, I hold it for a moment, then let it out slowly.
“If you want anything from me because I’m the vice president of the Dark Horse MC, you won’t get it. No matter what it is.”
“I don’t want anything,” she hisses. “I don’t even know what that means. Dark Horse MC or what you could give me. If you recall, I said no to all of this, and you pushed it, and now you’re being a dick to me?”
I am a dick, too. Fuck. But I can’t back down now. Wrapping my fingers around her waist, I pull her down and roll on top of her. She widens her legs, and I fit myself between them. Lowering my head, I touch my mouth to hers.
“I’m going to be a dick to you, baby. It’s who I fucking am.”
And then I fuck her.
Again.
This time, I take my time, and she comes before I do a second time. It’s fucking beautiful, but I don’t apologize for being a dick. Because that’s what the fuck I am, and she’s going to have to get used to it if she’s going to be my girl. Because that’s exactly who she is now.
Mine.