Commando (Rogue Rebels MC 1)

We were both breathing hard. My chest touched his, hard nipples pressing into him, betraying my wants.

“I know you want me to stay away and I promise that I have tried. I just can’t, Hailey. I am addicted to you and I don’t think that will ever change,” he whispered against my lips. “I don’t want it to.”

I didn’t say anything. I just pushed my chair back. I saw the disappointment in his gaze as I got up.

I went to the entrance of the lab but instead of leaving, I pulled the door closed. I turned the lock and turned off the light switch.

Only the small florescent lights above the lecturer’s desk provided dim illumination.

Wyatt was watching me when I turned back to him, a guarded look in his eyes.

I walked back to where he sat, stopping only when our knees touched. That guarded look turned heated as he watched me as I pulled my top over my head. I removed my bra and shimmied out of my skirt to leave me in only a pair of panties that didn’t shield much.

“What are you doing?” he asked after watching my little striptease.

“Seducing you,” I answered.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I returned.

“And are you going to run away from me after this seduction is over?”

He watched my face as he asked this.

“I don’t know,” I told him honestly.

He nodded then said, “I hope you don’t.”

I took his hand and pulled him to his feet. I undressed him and he let me, watching me with the same heat that made my skin feel fevered.

When I was done, I pushed him back into his seat. I made space for myself between his knees then knelt there.

He was so hard it felt like I hard to force the length away from his skin.

He hissed when I gripped the jutting tool, eyes closing briefly before shining on me again. He was too thick to wrap my fingers around fully. His hips jerked, coming off the chair before settling back down.

He looked down at me with desire-laden eyes. He demanded nothing, only watching to see what I would do next.

I nuzzled him. He smelled warm, musky and clean. Then I licked a path from the root of him to the tip. I moaned softly at the hot, slightly salty taste of him. I licked my lips and made a sound of appreciation at the taste of him there. I went back to him eagerly and closed my lips around his head. I was looking up at him and saw his pupils dilate as his thighs tensed under my actions.

His fingers tangled in my hair and he bucked into my mouth, force feeding himself into my throat.

I gagged, an automatic reaction and he immediately subdued his motions.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to lose control like that.”

I pulled away and holding his gaze, I told him, “Take what you need, Wyatt. I can handle it.”

With my permission, he slid deep inside and together we built a rhythm that made him shudder. I remembered how he liked to be pleasured and pulled out all the stops. My muscles adjusted to the invasion after being so long unused and he slid neatly into my throat with every upward push of his hips.

He reacted to my every action, his control in pieces. Knowing I did this him gave me a heady feeling of power that shot straight to the center of me. Wetness made between my legs slippery and I could feel the lips guarding my center rub against each other as I squirmed with the sweet agony.

“Stop, baby, please. I don’t want to come this way. I want inside you. Please, Hailey.”

With the taste of him thick on my tongue, I got up and got into his lap. My thighs were on either side of his, feet on the floor. Cupping his face in mine, I got close until only a whisper of air separated our lips.

“Make love to me. Please,”