Rocket (Hell's Handlers MC 5)

“More,” she said, running her hands over his abundance of muscles. Rounded shoulders, corded bands along his spine, ridged abdomen. Her fingers dipped into that V of his hips that drove all women bonkers. The man was physical perfection. Unable to resist the tempting offer so close at hand, she curled her fingers around his length and gave a few strong strokes.

Rocket grunted. “So it’s like that, huh?”

His hands immediately left her breasts. The grin he gave when she whimpered was nothing short of wicked. And then he was there, those very talented fingers gliding through her slippery folds. He worked her like no one else had ever come close to doing. Fucking her with his fingers, strumming her clit, teasing her opening, he drove her straight up at lightning speed.

And then his mouth closed around her nipple. When he’d moved to her breasts, she had no idea. Her brain could barely process the combined sensations coming at her from every angle.

“Logan,” she cried out as his teeth scraped over her. Between her legs, his fingers still played her like a treasured instrument. She speared her fingers into his hair, holding him against her. Still, he had so much strength on her, he easily licked his way to the other breast. All at once, he shoved two fingers deep inside her, pressed her clit with his thumb, and sucked hard on her nipple. Chloe bowed into him, a ragged yell leaving her as she came.

Logan gave her no time to recover. He palmed her cheeks, kissing her again and again, as though praising her for being brave enough to let him touch her. “I wanted to make you come at least one more time before I fucked you. Goddammit, I wanted to eat that pussy until you came all over my face.”

With no chance to recover from the hard orgasm, her head was already spinning. The erotic words only made her eyes glaze over more as renewed desire crashed over her. “You can do anything you want,” she said. It wasn’t really true. She wasn’t ready to take his weight on top of her, but Logan was a good enough man to recognize that and respect it.

“I can’t,” he ground out. “I have to be inside you. Right now. I’m gonna fucking lose my mind if I can’t feel that pussy on my cock. I’m clean. Swear it on my life.”

“Me too,” she said. “Tested.” He’d gone back to playing with her nipples and one to two words were all she could string together at once. “IUD.”

“Fuck, yes,” he said as he grabbed her top leg. In one smooth motion, he lifted her thigh over his and entered her, hard and deep.

“Ohmygod,” Chloe cried out as he filled her to capacity.

Logan stopped moving. “You okay?”

She shook her head. “Would be better if you’d start moving.”

“Pretty sure I can manage that.” He hiked his hand higher up the back of her thigh, holding her in place as he started to slowly withdraw. Chloe glanced down her body. Even in the darkened room, she could see just how damn sexy his tanned hand looked on the pale skin of her thigh. He gripped her hard, five fingers denting into her flesh. Chances were, she’d have marks tomorrow. One could only hope. Something to remember the significance of the night. Because it was so freaking significant. She didn’t know how to label it, or if she should even try, but something had shifted between them when Logan opened up to her. It went far beyond just her physical progress. They were connected now. Bonded by their mutual pain and trauma.

“Ready for more?”

She looked at his serious expression most would describe as mean. Funny, she’d never once thought of him that way, even though he hardly smiled. “I’m ready for all you got.”

And there it was. A rare Logan smile. “You got it, ma’am,” he quipped as he started to fuck her with real power. Teasing stopped. Talking ceased. The only sounds in the room were those of their bodies coming together and her frequent mewls of pleasure. His hand moved to her ass, fingers scoring the tender flesh as he held her exactly where he wanted her for his pummeling.

It was then, Chloe realized he was completely in control. Okay, sure, if she yelled “Stop,” he’d drop her like a hot potato, but at that moment, he was fucking her. Not the other way around. And damn did it feel unbelievable to let someone else take the reins for a little while.

“Finger your clit,” he said. His nostrils flared, jaw ticked, and his eyes were slits as though he was fighting like hell to maintain control. “Not gonna last,” he said. “Riding you goddamn bareback is too fucking good. Do it now.”

She complied at once, hand diving between them until she reached her clit. One feather light stroke was enough to make her cry out and her body jolt. Rocket pounded into her, his cock dragging ruthlessly over the sensitive nerve endings in her sex. “You there?” he asked, never breaking from the brutal thrusts.