My Dark Knight (Kings of Hell MC 2)

Knight sneered, twisting his hand in Elliot’s hair. He grabbed his jaw with the other hand almost too hard, digging his fingertips against flesh. His gray eyes were dark and shone with anger so pure Elliot could almost taste it. “And what made him so special? He was a psycho. Of course he thought he had the right to take whatever he wanted and destroy other people’s lives. Would you rather be in the place of those men? Would you have let him torture you? Keep you locked up? Murder you?”

“Maybe I would.” Elliot looked up at Knight in challenge. “You don’t know what I like.”

Something odd flashed in Knight’s eyes, and when he spoke, his voice sounded raspy as if it was coming through a grater. “That’s what you dream about isn’t it? To be eaten like that guy from Germany who allowed another man to eat his junk. Is that why you came up with this ridiculous cannibalism theory?”

Elliot wouldn’t even blink, getting hot all over from the touch, from the intensity in Knight’s voice. “I don’t want to be eaten. I want to be devoured. Do you see the difference?”

A low groan left Knight’s chest, and he let go of Elliot’s face, frantically dragging Elliot’s hand to the front of his jeans. He exhaled loudly. “Devoured.”

Elliot could feel his makeup failing against the heat of his face, but he squeezed Knight’s bulge with a groan. He couldn’t remember ever having a conversation like this with any of his other partners. They were usually simple, to the point, and up for a fuck. Knight was… something else.

Elliot nodded, gently kneading Knight’s dick through his jeans. “Inside and out. Body and soul. I want it all. If a man can give me that, I don’t care how many innocent boys he’s murdered.”

Knight hissed and forced Elliot’s face against his thigh, rubbing it against the denim, which exuded the rich aroma of Knight’s flesh. “You’re fucking insane. You’re a complete, reckless idiot,” he said, and Elliot’s insides fluttered despite the harsh words when he heard the zipper coming down so close to his ears.

Clearly Knight didn’t mind fucking a ‘reckless idiot’. And good, because Elliot couldn’t wait to taste that thick tool again. He glanced up at Knight, not even caring that half his makeup just ended up on Knight’s jeans. At the same time, his fingers wandered back to Knight’s other leg, and the slight pain from the tugging on his hair was yet another symbol of power that turned Elliot’s whole body into a furnace.

Unable to move around beyond what Knight allowed him, his focus shifted to Knight’s crotch. The thick cock was growing beneath the denim, and Elliot was already salivating when he thought back to the earlier blowjob. Knight kneeled on the sofa in front of Elliot, bringing together his growing erection and Elliot’s nose.

The scent of Knight’s arousal alone was getting Elliot hard, and he couldn’t wait to suck on that cock until it once again spilled all its juices. There was something so incredibly erotic about swallowing another man’s cum, taking it inside to forever keep him marked.

“Is this what you want?” hissed Knight, and Elliot could hear from the strain in his voice that this was his last chance to back out.

“Yes,” Elliot half-rasped, half-whined with his heart rapidly going out of control. He loved giving head, loved how, even if just for a while, it made him the center of the other guy’s universe because it was his mouth that gave all the pleasure wanting nothing in return.

The moment he breathed out his confirmation, Knight grabbed him by the shoulders and rolled him over as if Elliot were a featherlight pillow. Laid out on the couch on his back, he had the most perfect view on the tenting at the front of Knight’s pants, with a bit of stretched underwear already showing in the open zipper. The firm thighs looked magnificent on either side of Elliot’s head, and then Knight pulled off his shirt, revealing a colorful painting inked into his chest and shoulders. At the center was a golden emblem pictured on a blue background, and around it a historical battle scene.

Elliot’s head spun when he tried to take it all in, from the magnificent artwork to the even more fantastic six-pack with a trail of hair disappearing below the waistband of Knight’s underwear.

Elliot only realized he moaned when he heard his own voice. With the way he’d given Knight head back at the trailer he was far beyond shame. He reached to the zipper above, frantic to pull down the jeans and reveal the gorgeous cock. And yet it was so hard to focus when the muscles on Knight’s stomach danced hypnotically above Elliot’s face. The cavalry in the tattooed scene came alive with each of Knight’s breaths, but Elliot’s gaze drifted to the rapier tattooed down Knight’s right arm as if he were to take up arms any second now and join the army in battle.