Thunder (Hell's Handlers MC 10)

“Just getting used to it on my tongue,” he said, wiggling his tongue for effect. “Never had cause to say it before. I like the way it feels. Wanna feel it?” He licked up the side of her neck, making her shiver and laugh.

Actually, it was more a giggle. A light, playful chuckle. Never before had she heard such a sound come from herself. Playing and silliness went hand and hand with feeling lighthearted, and she’d never had the freedom to indulge. Responsibility, fear, and stress weighed her down daily. But at that moment, she felt…carefree. It gave her hope that she could have something she’d all but written off. It also struck a strong chord of fear deep in her heart. Already, this man had the power to hurt her in a way from which she might not recover. The longer they played this game, the further she’d fall once it ended.

But instead of doing the sensible thing and sending Thunder on his way, Makenna gazed up into his lust-filled eyes. “Yes,” she said, teasing gone. “We’re doing this.”

His grin went from roguish to hungry in the blink of an eye. Holding her gaze, he stroked his hands down her body. One slipped between her legs to play between her slick folds.

Mak gasped at the shocking pleasure as she arched into his hand for more.

“I need to see you come.” He nuzzled his nose in the spot right beneath her jaw that had goosebumps popping up all over her body.

“The kids…” she said on a quiet moan.

This time, his lips latched onto that same spot with gentle suction. The man did not play fair. Last night, when she’d come, it’d been the most incredible sensation of her life. Already, she tingled with anticipation of another explosion of pleasure.

“We’ll be quiet. Please, baby,” he whispered into the crook of her neck. “You’re so gorgeous when you come. Let me see it. Let me feel it.”

What woman in their right mind could resist Thunder rubbing all over them and begging to give them an orgasm? “Yes. Okay, yes, please make me come.”

His lips curled against her skin in victory. He popped up, hovering over her for a second. “I’m gonna make you lose your fucking mind,” he whispered before attacking her mouth. The kiss was deep, sloppy…it was utterly dirty. He sampled every corner of her mouth, biting at her lips, sucking on her tongue, and touching every inch of skin he could reach at the same time.

When he drew away, Makenna followed him with her lips, an automatic response.

Thunder chuckled. “Don’t worry, baby. There’s plenty more to come. Now be a good girl and lie back.”

He crawled down her body, licking, sucking, and kissing a fiery path that had her squirming. She fisted the sheet beneath her as he tongued her bellybutton. How on earth did a belly button feel so erotic? If she’d been able to form rational thoughts, she’d have been embarrassed by the extreme wetness soaking into her panties. But she could barely even give it a thought as she tried to keep up with the sensations rioting through her body.

Holy shit, did he lick along the arch of her foot? If so, he needed to do it again because her eyes rolled back in her head at the sensation.

In the next instant, Mak was traveling down the mattress. “Wha—” she said as her feet flopped off the edge of the bed. She blinked, trying to clear her head as she propped up on her elbows.

Kneeling between her legs, Thunder gave her a downright wicked grin.

Holy shit, he looked hot down there. Her legs hung off the bed, dangling in midair. Instead of standing and grabbing a condom as she’s assumed he’d do, he stared between her legs with a ravenous gleam in his eye.

“Wha—oh, my God,” she shouted as he dove in and licked her sex. “Thunder!” she squeaked.

He let out a dark laugh. “Shhh, remember there are sleeping children in the house.”

God, she could barely remember her name, let alone to keep from waking the kids. “What are you doing?”

He tilted his head. “It’s my turn for a treat. I prefer something sweeter than ice cream and cookies.”

“But…but…you don’t have to. We can do what we did last night.” Her face burned so hot, she’d have melted that ice cream in an instant.

Another of those laughs had her shivering. “Wish I could say I wasn’t a selfish bastard, and this was one hundred percent for you, but, baby, ever since that tiny taste I had last night, I’ve been fucking dying to eat you.”

Her breath caught in her chest. “Oh, God.”

“You’ve never?”

She shook her head.

“Christ.” He dropped his forehead to her thigh. “Fucking love that I’m the only man to eat this pussy.” As he lifted his head, he shoved her thighs wide, exposing every inch of her to his gluttonous gaze.