Sugar (The Henchmen MC 12)

"Tell you what... I will let you pick. From the vault."

"At the compound? Are you allowed to do that?"

"So long as I don't give you the code, sure."

"Can I shoot one?" I asked.

"Not at the compound, but yeah. If you get up early, there is a spot we can drive to. It's a bit out of the way. And you'll need to drive," he said, looking pained at the idea. "There's not a lot of ways to conceal multiple guns on a bike," he explained.

"How early is early?" I asked, never having been a morning person.

"Six?"

"Ah, yeah, I'm gonna have to hop on the Nope train to Fuckthatville on that one."

He chuckled at that, the sound gliding over my insides in a too-good way, the vibrating from his chest moving into my own as well. "Fine. Seven. But it can't be later. You won't get back to work on time."

"Fiiiine," I agreed with a sigh as he pushed me back against the counter, hopping me up until my ass was on it. His body pressed into my knees until my legs spread to his sides. "ALEXA!" I yelled, making him jerk backward, eyes comically confused. "Play my Sexy playlist!" I kept yelling. "What? Alexa is a kinky bitch; she likes being yelled at," I informed him as a slow, bluesy song came on.

"You're a piece of work," he declared, but was smirking. "Why music at all?"

"Savvs is sleeping in the guest room. I learned this morning that we apparently woke her up with our fucking last night. And I know you don't know this, but Savea sleeps like the dead. So... we need some buffer."

"Some buffer, so when I do this," he said, pressing his fingers between my legs, "and you do that," he agreed when I moaned, slamming my head back into the top cabinets, "she doesn't hear?"

"Y...yeah," I agreed as he started working my clit.

"You might want to turn her up then," he informed me as he suddenly pulled me down, turned me, and shoved me over the island.

His hands went for my waistbands, dragging them down over my ass, then my thighs, until my ass was bared to him, his hands kneading the flesh for a moment before his fingers slipped between, running over my slick cleft, then shoving inside my pussy, making me cry out.

Then, yeah, I demanded Alexa get louder as I heard a zip and the whoosh of pants hitting the floor, the crinkle of the condom wrapper.

He moved in behind me, his cock sliding against my cleft until I was writhing back into him before slamming deep, claiming every inch of me.

"Fuck," I hissed, hands grabbing the end of the island as he started to fuck me, hard, fast, wild.

"So fuckin' tight," he growled, his hand moving forward to slide down my belly, then work my clit until I was mindless with the need for release.

Then I lost his fingers, his hand moving backward.

I had no idea why until a second later, when I felt his thumb pressing against my ass for a moment before pushing inside, claiming something he hadn't yet.

His other hand came up, grabbing me at my wrist, pulling backward. "Work your clit for me," he demanded, pushing it between my thighs before releasing it so his hand could go to my shoulder, holding on as he fucked my pussy at the same pace while his thumb primed my ass. "Tell me you want me to fuck your ass," he demanded, voice rough.

And, god, I did.

Almost as a rule, anal just wasn't my favorite. It was okay. Just not something I could claim I craved.

But right then, with him? I was craving it.

I wanted it like I wanted to keep breathing.

"I want you to fuck my ass," I told him, my voice sounding so needy that I almost didn't recognize it.

On a growl, I lost his thumb as his cock pulled from my pussy, the proof of my need dripping down my thigh as he did so before he slid it back and up, pressing against my ass for a long moment. Until I was pushing back against it, demanding it. Only then did he press forward. But not hard and rough as I had come to expect from him, slow and steady, allowing my body to adjust to the invasion that I hadn't exaggerated the size of when talking to the girls earlier.

"Oh my god," I whimpered when he was buried to the hilt, the pressure inside so intense that it was almost painful, the clawing need for him to move, to give me friction, to drive me over the edge already. "Fuck me," I demanded when he just stayed frustratingly still within me. "Please," I added, not one for begging, but beyond reason at that point.

"Love the sound of you begging for my cock, baby," he growled, his free hand going between my legs, pushing mine away, and taking over himself as he slowly started to fuck my ass.