My Dark Knight (Kings of Hell MC 2)

Knight hummed in that low, exciting way that vibrated all the way to Elliot’s balls. “Fuck, yes. You’re not gonna be able to stand on your own tomorrow once I’m done with that sweet hole between your cheeks,” he said and slapped Elliot’s buttock gently.

Elliot whimpered and only clung to him tighter. “I’ll just spend the whole day in bed.” He was so ready to forget about the world and its horrors in Knight’s arms. Right here and right now, it didn’t matter that what they had was a messy, undefined something. It was simple.

Elliot wanted Knight between his legs, and Knight wanted to fuck Elliot raw.

Perfectly aligned needs.

“Even with the rubber, I love feeling you come inside me,” Elliot whispered, half-lucid from his head spinning. He slid one of his hands down Knight’s nape and the other under Knight’s long-sleeve. Those muscles were rock. Fucking. Solid.

Knight’s eyes rolled back, and he gasped, exposing his pronounced Adam’s apple. “Fuck. I just want to be naked,” he said and pulled Elliot up so that they both kneeled facing each other. He quickly dropped the cut and long-sleeve before proceeding to unbuckle his pants with strong, veiny hands.

Elliot got so lost in watching he forgot to do the same, but when Knight gave him an expectant look, Elliot instantly unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, finding it hard to focus even on a task this easy when Knight’s thick, erect dick popped out into view. Wasn’t that a thing of beauty?

“I love you naked. You’re like a Viking, stealing me away from home.”

Knight slid his arm into the curve of Elliot’s spine and pulled him closer for a deep, demanding kiss that left Elliot quivering for more. With one push, Knight had Elliot lying on the sofa again, and tugged down both his jeans and underwear, grinning like the happiest of plunderers.

“Really? I bet you want to be taken into that kind of slavery.”

Elliot was ready to give more kisses and hand over his body. In Knight’s hands, he was clay to be moulded into any shape Knight would enjoy. The touch of Knight’s fingers along his spine was so tender, and yet so full of craving for more.

“Only because I secretly want to give everything you’re taking.”

Knight groaned, pushing his body down on Elliot’s while reaching into one of the small drawers on the side of the coffee table. “Yes. Maybe you should tell me. What do you want to do with my big dick?” he rasped, pulling his teeth over Elliot’s cheek.

Elliot whimpered from the closeness of it all. He loved holding his legs open for Knight. “I want it deep in my ass. I love when you just take what you want, yet still seem in control. You look out for me even when I’m far gone. I’m throbbing down there already when I think about you stabbing into me.” His breath sped up with every word, and he watched Knight’s gorgeous, flushed chest move at an equally rapid pace.

Every word seemed to trigger his lover’s excitement further, and soon enough Knight was kneeling and pushing Elliot’s thighs wide apart. The tube in his hand had been a permanent fixture of their sex life so far, and just spotting it had Elliot growing hotter.

Knight’s hands were slick and cool from the gel as they glided up and down Elliot’s crack, massaging the wrinkled, sensitive skin around the hole so teasingly Elliot’s thighs trembled from the sensation.

A satisfied grin emerged on Knight’s face, as if this were just the effect he was looking for. “You want it bad, don’t you? A bad, slutty boy.”

Elliot nodded quickly, looking back and forth between Knight’s face and his stiff dick, each time gliding his gaze over the plains of muscle and ink. “I do. I was horny for your dick from the day I met you. Even when I still hated you, I wanted you to push me down and fuck me into the mattress.” Watching Knight intently, unsure if this was something appealing to Knight, he slowly slid his own hand between his legs, and his own fingers joined Knight’s between his buttocks.

The sharp inhale and flaring nostrils were enough of a sign, but Knight’s pupils widened as if to take in more of the view before him, and he pulled on Elliot’s hand, directing it to the slickened hole. “Go on. Fuck yourself like you want me to fuck you.”

Elliot’s eyelids lowered and he had no shame whatsoever when he saw just how much he was desired. “I’ve done this thinking of you when I didn’t even know you were an option,” he rasped, and slipped the tip of his finger into his body with ease, making small rounded movements to prepare himself for more. The sensitive skin sent jolts of arousal straight to his balls. He couldn’t wait to have Knight’s stiff dick slide into him.