Duke (The Henchmen MC 5)

His hand tightened on my neck for a short second in response before his hand moved slowly backward, landing behind my head and holding me still as his mouth closed the short distance between us.

My breath caught in my chest at the soft, sweet first contact. But it wasn't long before it became more than that, before it became harder and hungrier. Before I started to feel the need pulsing through every inch of my body, culminating in an almost painful tightening between my thighs, a heavy, oppressive weight on my lower stomach.

His fingers left my head, sifting through my hair as they moved down my clavicle, over my shoulder, then inward. His palm brushed over my breast, my nipple hardening with the contact, dragging a surprised whimper out of my lips. His chest rumbled in response as his hand moved to squeeze the soft flesh for a long moment before his thumb and forefinger took hold of my nipple and rolled it, making my hand fly out to grab his arm, digging in hard.

I lost his hand then for a second as his tongue claimed mine. When I felt it next, it was under my shirt, closing over my breast again but without a barrier, making my sex clench hard and a rush of wet to soak my panties.

I was no virgin. I had been turned on before. But this was another level. This was less of a want, a desire, and more of a need. Like I would combust if I didn't get more, get everything. His hand moved across my chest to tease my other breast, the awkward position making the task more difficult.

Duke made a growling noise in his chest as his hand left my breast, going down to grab my leg and push it over his hip. Then he slid us toward the edge of the bed, carefully turning me so he was seated and I was straddling him.

My hips sank down, aware of the edge of the bed above me, making me intimately aware with how turned on he was too.

Duke seemed beyond teasing, hands going to the hem of the tee and dragging it upward and off me in one smooth motion. The cold underground air made my skin prickle and my nipples harden further. But that was a fleeting thought for all of a second or two before Duke's head dipped and I felt his warm mouth close around my nipple, sucking it in hard and then lavishing over it with his tongue until I couldn't think anymore, until all I was was a pile of pleasure and need.

My hips rocked against his, his hard cock rubbing me right where I needed it, easing some of the tension. He moved across my chest, working over my other nipple as his hands moved up and down the bandages covering my sides, then down to move across my thighs.

His head lifted, making me let out a small grumble at losing the contact. He looked up at me, eyelids heavy, breathing uneven. Then one hand sank into my hip, pushing it slightly back. The other hand pressed hard between my thighs over my pants, stroking side to side over my clit and I let out an almost embarrassingly loud moan, sinking my hands into his back for support as he kept working me.

There was no hesitance, no fumbling.

He knew exactly what he was doing and, as such, drove me upward faster than I knew was even possible.

Just when I was sure it was going to happen, I lost his hand.

"Duke," I whimpered, opening my eyes and pushing back to look at him.

The second my eyes found his, his hand slid under my pants and under my panties and stroked up my slick cleft, his thumb finding my clit easily as his middle finger slowly slid inside, making me instinctively tighten around him.

"Fuck," he growled, closing his eyes for a second and taking a long, deep breath. "So fucking wet for me," he added, opening his eyes again, watching me as his finger slowly started to thrust in and out of me. It wasn't long, spurred on by my quiet moans, that his middle finger was joined by another and they started thrusting harder and faster until I curled forward toward him and buried my face in his chest.

"Duke, the fuck you been doing down there all..." a voice called and I heard the feet hit the top step.

I had never moved so fast in my whole life.

Sore ribs, sore back be damned.

No way was I getting caught top-off with someone's hand inside my panties, his fingers inside me by some random biker.

I flew backward, eyes wide, one hand grabbing for my shirt that was discarded to Duke's side. I already had it over my head and was struggling to get my arms in the holes as Duke just sat there. I wide-eyed him and he actually took a long second to give me a lazy smile before he slowly slid his fingers out of me then out of my panties.