“Fuck,” he shouted, slamming his hand against the tile wall.
We were in the bathroom at Eugene’s. I’d brought him into the handicap-accessible washroom when I’d realized that King was still tense and wired from his confrontation at the school earlier. I remembered Skell’s words about blowjobs and decided that it was a good time to test that out.
It appeared to be working.
I dragged my tongue over the underside of his shaft, flicked it over the sensitive crown and hummed at the taste of his precum.
“Wanna fuck you,” he growled, bending down to grab me.
“No,” I protested, flicking my head back and forth over the throbbing end of him. “Want you to come in my mouth.”
“Fuck,” he stuttered out, wrapping my hair in his hands like reins.
I covered my teeth with my lips and started to work my wet, clutching mouth up and down over him. Drool edged out of my mouth, ran down his pulsing shaft and dripped off his balls. I reached up to take them in hand, rolling them back and forth in my palm until his legs seized and his hands clenched in my hair.
“God fuckin’ damn, Cress, I’m gonna come,” he bit out.
I groaned my delight loud and long around him and was rewarded, a few seconds later, by the salty flood of his cum on my tongue. He shouted hoarsely, his eyes squeezed shut, his gorgeous pink mouth slack as he fed me his cock. When he was finished, I cleaned him up with my tongue and placed a kiss to each side of his groin.
“Delicious.” I grinned at him as I stood up, my knees creaking in protest.
I loved the sound, loved the ache under my kneecaps the way an athlete may have appreciated a hard-earned sports injury.
“You’re fuckin’ delicious,” King said, tugging me to him to plant a hot, open-mouthed kiss on me.
His tongue swept through my mouth, testing to make sure I’d swallowed every last drop of his cum.
“Gotta take care of my woman,” he said against my lips as one hand trailed down my torso to cup my wet pussy through my underwear under my dress.
“No, I’m good until later. That was just for you.”
“Babe.”
“King.”
“Babe.
“King,” I mocked him then pressed a firm kiss to his lips. “Seriously, when you were wooing me, you went down on me like ten trillion times and I never repaid the favor. Let me have this.”
“Like eating you,” he told me something I very much already knew because he ate me at least once a day, but it was still something I loved to hear.
“And I love sucking your cock. Besides, we’ve been in here long enough, everyone is going to know we hooked up in the bathroom.”
“Babe, you think Eugene’s needs a bathroom this big? It’s a fuckin’ biker bar. What do you think we use it for?” he asked then burst into raucous laughter at my disgusted expression.
“And I thought I was being so original,” I muttered bitterly, which just made him laugh harder.
“Come on, you dork,” he said affectionately as he slung his arms around my shoulders. “Let’s get back to the crew.”
“I’m going to, um, wash up. I’ll meet you out there,” I said with a blush.
He swiped my pink cheek with a thumb and shook his head. “Can take my cock better than a working girl and she can’t even say she has to wash up afterwards without blushin’ like a virgin.”
I slapped his hand away and glared at him, fighting my smile as he sauntered out of the bathroom. I was still smiling when I washed my hands and then while I made my way back to the bar.
“You should have seen him,” I told Tayline later that night as we sat at the bar while King, Cy and a few other members played pool. “He was like an avenging angel. It was amazing.”
She snorted as she took a sip of her tequila on the rocks. “Your own personal Satan.”
I beamed at her. “Exactly, but better because he laughs a lot and it’s super sexy.”
The other girls at the bar with us, Cleo and Lila, laughed.
“I know most people think bikers are racist, misogynistic, homophobic pigs,” Tay said. “And a lot of them are. But for the most part, The Fallen men are good ones. King just proved he’s the best of them.”
“Zeus always says he is,” Cleo added. “Has since he was a boy. Seriously, Queenie, just when I think I can’t get anymore jealous of you, you say something else about King that makes me swoon.”
I laughed, looking over my shoulder for the man in question but he’d disappeared. The rest of the guys were still shooting around, drinking beer and talking. I frowned, because King didn’t smoke or anything that would take him outside and he was pretty serious about keeping me in his sight at all times, but I figured he’d just gone to the restroom.