Speed King (Men of Action 1)

I peer up and instantly feel my skin scorching. He’s still watching me. His eyes are smoldering with glittery specks of shimmering gold. His chest is rising quickly, his muscles rippled and strained.

My nipples tingle, my stomach clenches, and my knees threaten to buckle at the electric current between us. I’ve wanted nothing so much in my life as I want this right now. The power of knowing he’s at my mercy drives me harder. I break the stare, close my mouth once more, hollow my cheeks as much as possible, and swallow him until he hits the back of my throat. It’s easy to find a rhythm and take cues from the way he responds.

The memory of the other morning comes to mind, the way he devoured me mercilessly. Never slowing until I was begging.

Now’s my turn. I suck deep and then slide my tongue up his hard length to twirl it around his piercing. He jerks and growls out, “Harley, baby, give me your pussy.”

I shake my head, swallowing him again and picking up speed. His hand threads through my hair, his hips surging up.

“Going to fucking blow. Feels goddamn good.”

I savor everything about this. His taste, the velvety smooth flesh, the trembling against my lips.

When I think he may be close, I press my fingers gently into the tender flesh under his balls and feel them tighten.

His body tenses and hips thrust upward twice. I barely feel the first jet of his release before he knifes up and I’m flying backward, his arms circling me.

“Holy motherfucking shit,” he roars, his chest heaving as he cradles me close. Warmth seeps through my shirt, his cock pulsating.

I’m too stunned to speak, shocked at how fast he moved. His face goes to my shoulder, and his teeth graze my collarbone, nipping along the tendon at my neck.

“Achilles?”

“Quiet, Harley,” he clips starkly.

The electrifying joy from a few minutes ago dies. My heart jumps at the anger in his tone. I have no choice but to hold tight until his breathing slows.

“Tell me that was only for me.”

Confusion clouds my brain, and I try to wiggle free. It’s useless, especially when he cups my chin, bringing my face to his. My stomach twists and plummets at the ferocity of his expression.

“Please, tell me that was mine,” he repeats somberly.

His statement cuts through my brain haze, and I want to beat him and kiss him at the same time. He knows he’s the only man I’ve ever been with, but it never occurred to me he didn’t know the extent of my inexperience.

“That was yours.”

“Good answer, baby. Because the thought of you on your knees for anyone else makes me insane.”

I suck in a deep breath, count to five, then blow it out to stop from screaming my head off. “It may be the last time you ever see me on my knees if you don’t stop being a barbarian.”

All anger vanishes, and his lips curl into a sly grin. “You give great fucking head. Two minutes and I was ready to blow.”

My sense of jealousy roars in my blood, and I squirm to get free—unsuccessfully. “I don’t even want to know how many women you can compare—”

“None,” he cuts me off, sweeping his mouth over mine.

My body jerks and all the air seeps out of my lungs. “Really?”

“Never.”

“How is that possible?”

“I waited for you.”

“How can you say that? You weren’t a virgin our first time.”

“No, I wasn’t a virgin.”

“But you’ve never had a blow job?”

“Until a few minutes ago, I’d never had a blow job.”

“I can’t believe that.”

“Because of you.”

“Me? That makes little sense.”

He lets out a breath, his beautiful face filling with something I can’t read.

“Tell me,” I breathe out in awe.

“Senior year of high school, Dana Meers’ party. She’d been working me all night, flirting her ass off, shooting me looks that said it all. I went to take a leak and she caught me from behind, yanking me into what I guessed was her brother’s room. In less than a second, she was all over me, grinding herself on my dick. She dropped to her knees, pulled my cock out, and then I heard your voice. You were with some chick in the hall, and you were looking for me. My name on your lips filled my brain, and all I could see below me was your gorgeous face. I couldn’t let her suck my cock. It was too intimate. I stood her up, righted my clothes, and told her it wasn’t happening. I went to find you.”

A nasty taste fills my mouth at the memory. “She told everyone you slept together.”

“She wanted to save face, and I didn’t care to embarrass her further.”

“You took me to prom two weeks later.”

“I did. Figured that sent a message.”

“That explains why Dana Meers hated me from that night on.”