My Dark Knight (Kings of Hell MC 2)

“Then take me,” Knight said, pushing in, and Elliot’s body opened up without question. The sensation of his cock gliding into the slick, tight heat had him shivering on top of Elliot, but it still wasn’t enough, and he kneeled on the edge of the mattress, pressing his lover into the pile of blankets.

It was perfect.

Knight moaned when Elliot arched his ass, and his greedy hole swallowed more of Knight’s cock. Overwhelmed with desire, Elliot was such a pleasure to look at, even if he was still wrapped in the jacket, and scarf, and all the rest. He made an obscene picture, taking Knight’s dick with his jeans pulled down just enough to provide access to his ass. It spoke of urgency and desperation too great to waste time on taking off clothes or driving home.

The cold air turned their breath into vapor and bit at Knight’s bared ass, but he couldn’t care less when Elliot’s body offered so much warmth in return. He sucked on Elliot’s entire ear while briefly cozying up to the soft buttocks. Flat against Elliot and knocking the air out of him, Knight felt like the king of the world and could want for absolutely nothing.

“So good. You’ve got the best, tightest ass, babe...”

Elliot moaned time and time again when Knight drove his cock into him. “Just for you,” he whimpered, curled up under Knight, and the promise only made Knight’s dick harder. He wouldn’t have to bear anyone else touching Elliot this way.

Elliot’s insides throbbed around Knight as if trying to keep his dick inside, and when he went in all the way to his balls, Elliot squeezed his ass on it, making Knight lightheaded with the sensation.

With his hands pushed under Elliot’s neck and chest, Knight somehow managed to lock their lips again, completing the perfection of their bodies merging together. Each thrust was short, deep, and to the point, and he could only imagine how the two of them looked—tied together like two wild animals, with Knight’s knees trapping Elliot’s, and his larger body completely covering Elliot’s smaller one. He bet Elliot wasn’t cold at all.

When Elliot reached back to stroke Knight’s hip, even his fingers were finally warm.

Knight came when the digits curled on his hip, wishing for even more contact. The final thrusts were slow and to the point, ensuring no drop of Knight’s cum would be wasted.

Every moan whimpered made Knight dizzy with excitement when he imagined it was Elliot’s response to getting soaked with Knight’s spunk. Energy drained out of him so suddenly that for a moment he just rested his entire weight on top of Elliot and breathed the salty breeze of his sweat. The puffy jacket rubbed against Knight’s neck, but anything even vaguely connected to Elliot was getting Knight excited at this point.

With a low exhale, Knight’s hand found Elliot’s and closed around it. “Did you come, babe?”

“Almost there,” came in that sexy, raspy voice. “Fuck. Your dick feels so good inside me.”

“It’s not going away,” muttered Knight and grabbed Elliot’s hip. He rolled to his side, careful to keep them joined as he exposed Elliot’s cock. The sweaty black hair tickled his face as he leaned in, licking along Elliot’s cheekbone.

Elliot gasped when they changed position, his rock-hard cock bobbing against the messy clothes. Knight wrapped his fingers around it, squeezing the hot flesh slightly. It was his to touch. He’d have Elliot begging for more as soon as he was done.

“Feel any different?” Knight asked, rubbing Eliot’s prick in steady strokes.

“Yes. It’s a tighter fit when we’re on our sides.” Elliot kept stirring on Knight’s cock, but never pulling away too much. If Knight hadn’t just come, he’d be getting hard all over again from the sexy wiggling against his groin.

Knight grinned and lay his face against Elliot’s as he twisted his fingers around the painfully hard cock. “I didn’t use a rubber.”

Elliot stilled, and his asshole tightened around Knight’s softening dick. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he whined and his cock twitched in Knight’s hand. “Is it all inside me?” he asked, but it sounded like pleading.

“All of it. No drop lost,” Knight whispered, pulling himself up just enough to reach Elliot’s open lips with the tip of his tongue. Sweet breath caressed his lips, and he went in for a quick kiss. “I bet there’s so much of it we’ll have to stay here a bit longer until it all drizzles out of you.”

Elliot closed his eye and thrust his hips into Knight’s hand to the rhythm of Knight jerking him off. He came seconds later, shooting his spunk over Knight’s hand and the dusty covers. His dick was such a pretty sight when dripping cum all over like evidence of just how hot he was for Knight. And even though Knight wasn’t all that hard anymore, Elliot’s ass throbbing around him sent a shiver of lazy pleasure down his spine.