CHAPTER 7 #2
He finger fucks me and I can feel his focus on me, watching every breath I take and every emotion flit across my face. I’m right on the edge, teetering into what I know is going to be an orgasm which will steal my breath and have me floating.
Right before I come, Hawkins pulls his fingers from my pussy. He holds me steady, which is good considering my knees are downright fucking weak, but everything else stops. My eyes snap open and I look at the smug, eager expression on his face.
“That wasn’t very nice, Hawkins,” I whine slightly and he tips his head back and laughs.
But the heat in his eyes when he looks at me again tells me he’s far from done with me. And I’m here for it.
His movements are efficient, almost brisk, as he dries me off and then leads me toward the bed. When we’re a few steps away, he stops me and circles me once, his hands roaming over me, caressing me, and causing me to shiver.
He squeezes my hips. His fingertips glide along the underside of my breast. The callouses of his palm snag on my skin as he caresses my rib cage.
“You get told all the time how beautiful you are,” his voice is a rasp that rings through me, my body aligning to hear him, to learn him, to trust him.
“But you don’t see it. You’ve probably never seen it.
You look in the mirror and see the girl you once were and the woman the industry created, but you aren’t sure where you fit into it all. ”
I gasp as I look at him when he stops in front of me, his gaze intent.
My eyes fill with tears. “I’m the same way,” he admits, his voice a whisper.
“I look in the mirror and still see the kid who no one wanted, the one who was too skinny because food wasn’t a guarantee, and who was dirtier than he should have been because no one cared.
” His chest expands and I press a hand to where his heart is pounding hard.
“Now I see the guy my brothers need me to be, the one who finds the joke and who always has a smile while being there to help.”
“You’re not that guy?” I ask the question before I can stop myself, my head tilting slightly as I look at him.
“I love my brothers and my club. I’ll always have their backs, and I’ll always be there to help them. Always.”
“But you don’t want to wear the mask all the time,” I murmur the words which feel like they come straight from my soul.
Instead of answering me, Hawkins takes my mouth in a kiss that is all teeth and tongue. It’s feral in a way that has my blood pumping harder through my veins. While melting against him, knowing his large frame will hold me up and keep me safe, I give into the feeling of being in his arms.
Of being his.
Hawkins lays me out on the bed with gentle hands while a primal need chips away at his control. When he covers my body with his, my limbs wrap around him and pull him down on top of me.
“I need you,” I plead, my voice desperate in a way I’ve never felt before.
“I’m right here, Hollywood,” he coos at me. His length glides between the slick lips of my pussy and my hips jolt, chasing the feeling, needing more. ‘I’ve got you.”
Our eyes lock and he plunges inside of me with a sure thrust of his hips. My fingers dig into his shoulders as I gasp out his name and tighten my thighs around him.
“Yes,” I hiss before demanding, “more.”
The chuckle that comes out of Hawkins is dark and textured with all the things I don’t know about him. The last thing I should do is trust him. The last thing I should feel is safe.
But I do trust him.
But I do feel safe.
He fucks me with long, hard strokes. His pace is measured and my eyes widen as the crown of his cock hits my g-spot after he grips my hip and tilts me in just the right way. The edge of my vision goes hazy as my mouth falls open.
“Fuck yes,” he growls. “Right there. I’m going to keep fucking you just like this until you can’t stand it anymore. Then you’ll beg me for more and I’ll pound into you like my pretty little fuck doll. You’ll take everything I give you and shatter in my arms. Isn’t that right?”
“Hawkins,” I whimper, the sound delicate and full of so much obsessive desire that I don’t know how to even begin to feel it.
My biker has a dirty fucking mouth and I love it.
I want more of it.
But he doesn’t give it to me. He keeps fucking me, just like he said he would. I can see the determination in his eyes, the need for me to break for him, to beg him, to let fucking go.
“Please,” I mewl. “I need more.” The words tumble from me, slurred with what is almost too much pleasure, “Fuck me harder. Claim me. Need it. Want to feel you all day until you bury yourself inside me again.”
“Fuck,” he holds the word out, each letter grating against my skin with an intensity that matches the way he’s looking at me.
Like he’s about to devour me.
He hooks one of my legs under his arm, bending me slightly which allows him to fill me even deeper when he buries himself to the hilt. I yelp, but then the pinch of pain turns into something delicious. Molten fire pumps through me as his other hand lands on the headboard with a thump.
His knuckles turn white and he uses his grip as leverage. Delicious fucking leverage.
He fucks me like he has the right to destroy me. And, maybe, I’m starting to believe he does.
My entire body shudders and then I’m screaming as I’m flung into the heavens from the explosion that rockets through me. I’m nothing. Just static. Stardust. Miniscule in comparison to the vastness that is this floating sensation.
The only thing that reaches me is Hawkins’ deep, masculine groan.
Everything snaps back into focus, and I watch, fascinated, as he tips his head back and the muscles of his neck and shoulders strain.
He buries himself as deep as he can get and his cock grows impossibly harder right before the first jet of his cum fills me.
I moan at the sensation, every spurt filling me with a warmth I shouldn’t want. But I do want it. I fucking crave it.
My panting breaths skate across his skin as I cling to him tightly, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He rolls us effortlessly, my body draping over his while his cock remains lodged inside of me.
“Don’t leave,” I slur the words, the exhaustion of the day, of the month, of the year, hitting me all at once.
His hand slides down my spine and just as darkness pulls me under, he whispers, “Never.”