Spec (Hell's Handlers MC Florida Chapter 2)

“Uh, can I get you a coffee or something?”

“Okay.”

She stepped forward then paused as though waiting for him to give her space. He didn’t move, forcing her to squeeze past him. Their bodies brushed, making his abs tense and his balls tighten.

His dick jumped for joy while she sucked in a sharp breath. Her eyes widened and met his gaze for an instant before she quickly side-stepped away. “Uh, have a seat. I’ll get the coffee.”

She hurried into the small kitchen and over to the full coffeepot. Keeping her back to him, she filled two mugs. “Black, right?”

He grinned. She knew how he took his coffee.

“Yeah.”

Instead of heading to the couch, he followed her into the kitchen. After two decades in the military, most of that being in special operations, he had no problem with stealth. He could walk softer than a kitten, especially barefoot as he was now.

Olivia seemed oblivious to his presence directly behind her. After pouring the coffee, she blew out a breath, planted her palms on the counter, and bowed her head, pretty much assuming the same position he’d found her in.

Only this time, his gaze went to the sliver of ass cheek peeking out beneath the hem of the T-shirt.

He groaned, unable to keep from imaging his hands full of that sexy ass.

Olivia jumped, but before she had a chance to turn, he pressed against her back and splayed a hand across her belly.

She gasped. “W-what are you doing?”

“You’re tense as fuck this morning. Need to come again?” Hopefully, she did. Sex was so much easier than untangling the mess in his head.

“What? No, I uh… I’m fine.”

Slow as he could manage, he walked his fingers, gathering up the T-shirt. She froze in his arms, but he could feel her racing heart against his chest. A warm and spicy scent tickled his nostrils. She smelled like a fucking dessert, and he was a man who never passed on dessert.

“Regrets?” he whispered in her ear.

“N-no.” She shook her head quickly. “Just a, ah!”

He flattened his hand over the silky skin of her lower stomach and tucked his fingertips under the elastic of her panties. “Just a what?”

She shook her head, panting. “A, uh, text. Um, a concerning text. It’s nothing.”

“Hmm.” A concerning text? From whom? The ex? Her asshole father?

Scott ordered himself not to give a shit, but whatever it was, it’d clearly affected her. So he shoved it aside to be returned to later because he had something much more pressing to attend to.

“Sure, you don’t want to come again?” he whispered in her ear as he inched his fingers down her panties. He loved that she had a neatly trimmed patch of hair. She seemed like one of those women who spent hours at the spa each week, ridding themselves of every strand of body hair and trying to preserve every ounce of their youth.

But he’d never preferred the hairless trend.

“Hmm?” He dipped his finger through her folds, finding her wet. His rigid cock pressed into the soft curve of her ass.

“Y-yes,” she said. She arched her back, rubbing against his erection and making him groan. Damn tease.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want to come.” The words rushed out of her mouth. He rimmed her slippery entrance with his middle finger, teasing but not nearly enough to give her what her body was begging for. She thrust her hips forward, clearly trying to coax his fingers inside her.

“Ask nicely,” he growled as he played with her.

“W-what?”

“Ask. Nicely.”

She squirmed against him. The feel of her ass bumping his cock repeatedly almost had him shoving her forward, yanking her panties down, and burying himself to the hilt. But fuck, he wanted to feel her come all over his hand first. Feel all that hot, creamy arousal coating his fingers as she squeezed and pulsed around him.

“Scott, please!” It came out as a whine, and he fucking loved it. “Please make me come.”

“That’s better. Let’s give this needy pussy what it wants.” He shoved two fingers inside her. The way she cried out had him nearly coming in his jeans.

Her pussy clamped down as he stroked her walls. She was hot, scorching, and so fucking wet.

“God, yes,” she said on a breathy exhale as her head fell back on his shoulder.

He worked her, fucking her on his hand as she rocked her hips to help him out. “Feel good?” he whispered before nipping her earlobe.

She moaned and turned her head so their gazes met. She gazed at him through blown pupils. “So, so good,” she whispered.

“You gonna let me fuck you after I get you off?” He might die if she said no.

Her eyes darkened with lust, and she nodded.

“Say it.”

“I…” He pressed his thumb over her clit. “Oh, shit. I’m gonna let you fuck me.”

They hadn’t kissed last night, but her lips hovered right there. One inch away. Two little indents from where she’d bitten her lip called to him. He closed the distance, taking her mouth the way he wanted to take her body—hard, harsh, ravaging.