Duke (The Henchmen MC 5)

"Oh yeah? Let me see," he said, arms loosening.

My lips tipped up into what I figured was a saucy smile. "You know... I think you're just trying to get me naked."

"Fuck yeah, I am," he said, grinning down at me as his hands slid up and down the center of my back, making me shiver a little at the unfamiliarity of it.

His hands went lower, gathering the first inch or so of my tee and pulling it up.

"Arms up," he demanded and I rose my hands over my head, letting him pull the material free. He threw it somewhere behind me, hands going to my shoulders and turning me. I felt his finger trace the whole letter gently, almost reverently.

"It's getting better," I said, not sure what was going on in his mind, but worrying it was guilt again. "Summer has some scar stuff she used on her back to fade her scars. She thinks mine will fade to a barely noticeable pink."

His fingers traced the line in the center, making me shiver before his hands splayed my ribs and pulled me back against his chest. I took a deep breath that rushed out of me a second later when his hands closed over my breasts, his thumbs moving over the hardening nipples until they were straining.

"Fucking missed you," he rumbled, voice getting deep with desire. His fingers took my nipples and squeezed, making me let out a moan. "Yeah, missed that too. I can hear your fucking moaning every time I try to sleep at night." I leaned back into him, closing my eyes, letting his words wash over me. "Been half-fucking-hard every moment of the day thinking about getting my fingers and tongue and cock back in that sweet pussy of yours. And you know what?" he asked, his warm breath moving my hair.

"What?"

"I bet you've been wet thinking about it too." He paused for a second. "Let's see, shall we?" he asked and his hands moved down my stomach and under my pants and panties faster than I could draw in a breath, his hand cupping my sex as he let out a low growl. "Fucking drenched. I knew it."

His thumb moved up to work my clit as his middle finger slid inside me, chasing away any chance of rational thought as my body finally got what it had been craving since I walked out of that fallout shelter weeks before.

"Alright, these are in the way," he said a moment later, his thumb leaving my clit and his finger sliding out of me. His hands left my panties and went to the waistbands of my pants and panties and pulled them down. I stepped out of them and he turned me. "Much better."

"Not quite," I disagreed, my hands moving out to grab the hem of his shirt and dragging it up. Me being short and him being a giant, I could only get it to his elbows before he had to take over.

But that was fine because my greedy hands were moving over his chest and stomach, quickly undoing his pants and yanking them down. His cock was already thick and straining and my hand reached out to stroke him once as I moved to lower down in front of him. Only to have Duke's hand reach down, twist my hair around his hand, and pull me back up.

"Nuh uh," he said, giving me a wicked look.

"Why not?"

His hand released my hair and grabbed my hips, pulling him with me toward the bed where he sat down, pulling me to straddle his waist. "Because I'm hungry," he said, eyes dancing. "And I know just what I have a taste for," he added, moving down onto the mattress, grabbing me under my thighs, and dragging my body upward over his chest and then shoulders and then...

"Duke..." I started to object, more than mildly embarrassed at the idea of actually sitting on his face. Hell, just even thinking the words sitting on his face made my cheeks heat more than they ever had before.

"Shh," he said, yanking me up the last couple of inches, then pressing my hips down.

His tongue slid up my cleft, making my legs shake almost violently as I slammed my hands up against the wall to make sure I didn't drop my hips down too far.

Duke made a rumbling "mmm" sound that made my belly flutter hard and my sex clench even harder as his tongue moved up and found my clit, curving his tongue to cup it then slowly moving upward over it.

Really, it didn't take long for the insecurity and embarrassment to disappear as the need for release overcame all objections. Truly, without even thinking, my hips started rocking against his expert tongue, driving myself up faster as the tightening inside reached painful levels just seconds before my body exploded into an orgasm that had me crying out loudly, the sound echoing back at me in the hollow space.