Repo (The Henchmen MC 4)

For the second time that night, she threw herself against me, squeezing me tight enough to almost cut off my air. "You came for me," she told my chest, her voice muffled by my shirt.

"Of course I came for you."

"You claimed me to Reign."

"You got a problem being mine?"

There was a short pause, making my heart lodge itself in my throat, thinking she was looking for a way to tell me it wasn't something she wanted. But then she tilted her head up, her chin resting on my chest. "None come to mind," she said, smiling.

"Good."

"So... this sleeping thing," she said, her smile turning a little mischievous.

"The sleeping thing?"

"Yeah, do you have your heart set on it?"

"I might be able to be persuaded out of it."

"Well, I guess it's good that I can be rather... persuasive," she said, her hands sliding up my stomach and chest then back down, her hand sliding over the crotch of my jeans.

"You think? I don't know, honey. I'm pretty beat."

"Really, because this particular part of you seems... rather awake," she said, her palm stroking over my cock. She slowly lowered herself down on her knees before me, reaching up and making short work of getting my cock out and into the warm velvety wetness of her mouth. I reached down, dragging her hair out of her knot and watching it flow down her back and shoulders. She sucked me deep, twirling her lips around me in a circular motion as she moved back upward, her tongue sliding over the tip and licking off the pre-cum beading there.

I twisted my hand in her hair and pulled her back onto her feet, crushing my mouth to hers, kissing her hard and demanding until her entire frame wavered against me. Then I took her hips and turned us, me sitting down on the edge of the bed and pulling her to stand between my legs. "Take your clothes off, honey."

"Take my clothes off?" she repeated, showing me a hint of uncertainty I hadn't seen there before.

"Yes."

"Repo, I..."

"Rye," I corrected.

"Excuse me?"

"Rye. When we're alone, it's Rye. You want me to call you Maisy?"

"No," she said immediately, shaking her head. "I'm not Maisy anymore, not really. I want you to call me Maze."

"Okay. Take your clothes off, Maze," I demanded again.

Her hands balled up for a second before she unfolded them and reached for the hem of her wifebeater and quickly dragged it off. Her hands slid down to her jeans, unfastening them and bending at the waist to drag the tight material down. She stumbled forward toward me in trying to free one of her ankles, her hand slamming down on my thigh to steady herself, giving me a shy smile that was very likely the cutest fucking thing I'd ever seen in my life.

She righted herself, reaching behind her back for her bra clasp and letting the material fall to the floor, her nipples hardening immediately likely due to both desire and the marked coolness of the air conditioning in the room. She hooked her fingers into her panties next, pushing them down and shimmying out of them.

I watched her for a minute, eyes raking over every inch of her: her round breasts, her slim waist, the flare to her hips that made her perfect ass possible, her thick thighs.

"Rep... Rye..." she said, shuffling her feet and drawing my attention back to her ridiculously perfect face.

"Like how it sounds when you say my name, honey," I said, patting the bed next to me and she moved to sit. "Lie back," I said, lowering myself onto my knees and moving toward her knees, pressing them apart and before she could even fully flatten her body to the mattress, my mouth was on her sweet pussy, licking up her slick slit and finding her clit, already swollen with desire, and moved my tongue around it in soft, barely-there circles. Until she was so wet that my face was slick, until her inner thighs were shaking, until her moans got loud enough to warrant loud rapping from one of the rooms on the side of ours. Then and only then, I flattened my tongue on her clit as I thrust two fingers inside her, raking over her G-spot and feeling her pussy milk my fingers hard for a long minute until the waves subsided.

"Rye, please," she pleaded, her hands reaching down to grab my head and drag me upward.

"Please what?" I asked, kneeling between her thighs and reaching up to drag my shirt off.

"Please get inside me," she begged, hands going to my hips and dragging my jeans and boxer briefs downward as she sat up, planting kisses across my stomach as I fumbled for my wallet, pulling out a condom and pushing her back on the bed so I could slip it on. I kicked out of my boots and the legs of my pants then moved over her, planting my hands by her sides and running my tongue up her stomach from the navel upward, tilting my head to take her nipple in my mouth, sucking hard until she arched up into me before I went to her other breast to continue the torment.