Duke (The Henchmen MC 5)

"Like my hair," he said, voice husky with desire.

It wasn't a question, but I answered it anyway. "Yeah," I agreed as I moved back to trace my fingers down his body, doing things I had tried to keep myself from doing during our shower. It was hard to believe that had been just that morning; it felt like ages ago. So much had changed.

My fingers slid in the creases between the muscles of his abs, thrilling me as they twitched under my touch. My hands paused for the barest of moments before sliding lower and releasing his button and zip. My hands traced his Adonis belt as I snagged his jeans and boxer briefs.

The material dropped and my hand went automatically to his hard, impressive cock, stroking it once as my sex clenched hard in anticipation.

It had been a while and my body was all-too happy to remind me of that.

"Okay," Duke said, voice rough but also amused as he grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away.

"What?" I asked, looking up at him.

His lips tipped up, making him look a little wicked. "If I recall correctly, I owe you an orgasm."

It was so unexpected, a surprised laugh escaped me. The smile I had was big and his hand moved up to stroke over my lips.

"Wasn't joking," he added, and I felt his fingers teasing the skin near my knee and moving in and upward.

My sex clenched hard and I felt another rush of wet.

"Duke, I need..." I started to say, meaning to say I needed him inside me.

"I know what you need, baby," he said, voice deep and promising. And it was just that second that his hand slid between my thighs and teased up my slick slit, finding my clit and moving over it in lazy, unhurried, gentle circles. I wavered forward, needing to grab his arms to keep me upright with my suddenly wobbly leg muscles. "Something like this, maybe?" he asked. When I let out a low whimper, his middle finger moved down and slid ever-so slowly inside me. "Or this?" he asked, gently thrusting in and out of me, driving me damn near out of my mind with need for release, but he wouldn't deliver it. "Maybe this?" he asked and his finger curled inside me, stroking over my G-spot and making my legs give unexpectedly out.

It wasn't an every day occurrence that a man could find the G-spot so easily. Actually, I was pretty sure most of the men I had known were sure it was a fictional thing still.

Duke let out a low, rumbling chuckle, as his hand went around my hips tight, hauling me against him as he moved us both backward. The backs of my legs hit the bed and Duke pushed me down on it sideways, leaving my legs hanging off. He knelt down, his finger still inside me, looking up at me for a long second before lowering his head and sucking my clit into his mouth.

I saw white.

It didn't take anything else.

He pulsed his lips around it and my body exploded into a powerful orgasm, the pulsations deep and hard and rolling into one another for a long minute as I grabbed a handful of his hair, holding him to me as I cried out his name.

He released me when my body went slack, kissing up the triangle of my sex, then the center of my stomach and breasts, until he planted his hands beside my shoulders, and pushed up, smiling down at me.

"There we go," he said with a devilish smile. "Alright," he said, pulling away and reaching for my hand. "That was fine for a minute, but you need to get off your stitches before you pull them."

Orgasm subsided, I could feel how the pressure was making the little black threads bite into my skin and I moved to sit.

Which, well, put me in an interesting position.

Because Duke was standing.

Before he could realize my intention and before I could let nerves about being so bold get a hold of me, I leaned forward and slowly moved my mouth around the head of his cock.

"Jesus fuck," Duke hissed, his hand landing on my head as his body jolted.

Encouraged, I took him deeper, moving my head in a circular motion as I started getting into it, tasting his desire and urged on by the way his breath started hissing out of him.

"Okay, alright, Penny," he said, sounding amused again as he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled back until his cock slid from my mouth. "Fucking love the enthusiasm, but I want to be inside that sweet pussy of yours and if I let you keep going, we won't get to that," he explained as he stroked a finger down my cheek.

He turned away from me then, giving me a glorious view of his firm ass as he rummaged around for a second then walked back toward me, a box of condoms in one hand and a blanket in the other.