Lyrics on the Wind (Lost Kings MC 17)

He sucks air between his teeth and curls his finger, beckoning me closer.

With my legs tight to his body, I shuffle my way forward, resting my hand on his chest for balance. When I’m close enough, he pulls me down for a kiss.

I twitch my hips, brushing my center against him, and another sexy humming noise rumbles from his chest. He clutches my ass and rocks me back and forth. Desperately hungry for every inch of him, I trail my lips over his cheek and along his jaw, burying my face in the crook of his neck, kissing and sucking. A little lower, I graze my teeth over his nipple. His whole body shudders.

“Please.” His voice is a hoarse, urgent whisper. “Make my morning complete. Ride my dick.”

“It’s like you read my mind.” I grip him tight and lower myself, humming with pleasure as his cock grazes my sensitive skin.

“Hang on.” He flings his arm toward the nightstand, desperately reaching for the drawer. “Wait a sec.”

“It’s okay.”

He freezes and slowly slides his gaze over my body. “Are you sure? I’m really not in a position to talk this out with you.”

Laughing, I bend down and kiss him again. “I’m sure. I want you. All bare and hot. Inside me.”

“Fuck.” He squeezes his eyes shut and groans.

“Is that a yes?” I tease, leaning forward and bracing my hands on either side of his head. “Hmm? Is it?” I roll my hips.

He squeezes my thighs. “Fuck me, woman. Stop teasing.”

Slow enough to drive us both insane, I lower myself, closing my eyes to relish the delicious, stretching sensation. “Oh my God. You feel so good.” I wiggle and brace my palm against his chest, whispering a string of curses to rival his own.

“Yes.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “Do that again.”

He slides his hands up my ribs, gently cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

Tingles of pleasure shiver down my spine. Hugging my knees to his sides, I sit up and ride him faster.

“Fuck yes.” He grabs my hips, urging on my movements. “Harder.”

Hot. I’m so hot all over. Sweat mists my skin. Tension expands into a deep ache. I’m so close to gratification. “So close. So close,” I chant.

“Yes,” he groans.

I glance down and his eyes are closed, head thrown back, jaw tight. My movements slow.

His eyes pop open. “Why’d you stop?”

“Am I hurting you?”

“What? No.” His hands slip into the curve of my waist. “Your pussy feels so fucking exquisite on my bare dick that I’m trying not to come like a virgin on prom night.”

Laughter bubbles out of me. “Exquisite is the last word I ever expected to come out of your mouth.”

He shoots a sexy glare at me.

I squeeze him with my inner muscles and he groans.

Gently, I shift back, slowly finding my rhythm again.

He curls his fingers around mine. “I always want you to come first, baby. But you’re making it really hard.”

I duck my head and laugh.

“Oh fuck,” he groans. “Don’t do that.”

I move faster, encouraged by his urgent noises. He slips his hand between my legs, his thumb circling my clit in a steady motion. “Oh!” I gasp. My hips jerk. I’m torn between seeking release and wanting to stretch out this feeling forever. I ignite, pleasure shooting a scorching path through my body.

“Love watching you come on my cock,” he says through clenched teeth.

“Don’t interrupt. Not done yet,” I whisper, working even harder.

His hips roll, punching up, giving me an extra boost. The second my movements slow and I catch my breath, he flips us without breaking our connection. He hikes my legs up, hooking his elbows under my knees and spreading me wide.

He pistons into me, hard and frantic, searching for his own release, grinding into me so hard he triggers another orgasm for me.

“Ah, fuck.” He lets out more of those sexy, humming, growly noises as he explodes into me, slowing his movements with erratic jerky thrusts.

Finally, he gathers me in his arms and presses his cheek against my sweaty chest. “Your heart’s racing,” he murmurs, kissing my breast.

“I wonder why,” I tease, gently running my fingers through his hair.

Still panting, I shift underneath him.

He pushes off me. “Didn’t mean to crush you.”

I hook my arm around his neck, dragging him back down. “I like the weight of you on top of me.”

Rooster

I can’t stop kissing Shelby.

Even though she said she was fine, I’m worried about my big ass crushing her small body into the mattress. I roll to the side, taking her with me so I can keep on kissing her.

“Umm.” She nuzzles against my chest.

“I don’t think I can move.”

She picks her head up. “Are you saying I screwed you into exhaustion?”

“Pretty much.” I slide my hand over her hip and pinch her ass.

Her soft laughter jiggles her body against mine. I bring my hand up, cupping her breast. “I didn’t worship you enough. You caught me by surprise.”