Copper (Hell's Handlers MC 4)

Copper couldn’t do anything but gawk at the live show before him. It was so much more than he’d fantasized, but what got to him the most was Shell’s trust in him. And sure, there’d been men before him, she was a mother for Christ’s sake, but there had always been an air of inexperience around her. To know she trusted him enough to bare her body in this way was humbling.

“I’m gonna come,” she said, voice high-pitched and strained.

“Fuck yes,” he answered. He’d stopped jerking himself in favor of watching her tip over the edge. Her fingers sped up and in the next second, her back arched, coming off the wall as her face contorted with pleasure. Her hand fell from her breast and gripped the edge of the slippery bench as she cried out in release. Copper could have watched it again and again. That moment when her mind gave way and her body surged in ecstasy. Lucky for him, he had the entire night to do just that.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she sagged against the tile as she floated down from the highest of highs.

He prowled forward, stepping into the small booth and under the heavy spray. Too tall to stand directly under the shower head, the water beat against his side instead.

With one step, he was in position, cock directly in front of her slack lips. Copper cupped her cheek. “Open those eyes for me, Shell.”

Her eyes opened, and he got to witness the moment she discovered his erection so close to her mouth. Her breath hitched, and she licked her lips, giving them a glossy coat. Even though she was still inches away from his dick, he swore he felt her tongue as it peeked out and swiped across her lips.

“Hungry for me?” he asked.

“Starved,” she croaked.

“You trust me?” He peered down at her waiting for that beautiful gaze to lift to his. When it did, she nodded.

“Completely.”

That in itself was an aphrodisiac. “Then open up, baby. And keep those hands on the bench.”

Her eyes flared, and she sucked in a breath. For her first time sucking him off, he asked a lot. Asked her to trust him enough to have control of how deep, how fast, and how long his cock journeyed down her throat. Not so much as a flicker of doubt crossed her face as she curled ten fingers over the edge of the bench and dropped her lower jaw.

Goddamn, that was a sight. Shell seated before him, mouth open, lusty eyes staring up at him. He took a mental picture that would last him a lifetime of lonely nights should she ever leave him.

Not that he’d accept that decision.

Slowly, he inserted his cock into her mouth. She kept her lips wide but swirled her tongue around the head as it crossed the threshold into the warmth. He didn’t want to shock her or scare her off, so he stopped moving before he hit the back of her throat. Her lips closed around him and immediately hot, hard suction engulfed his cock.

Copper was an MC president, and he’d had his share of blow jobs. Never had one second of oral nearly brought him to his knees and made him howl at the moon simultaneously.

“Fuck, Shell,” he ground out as his hands hit the wall above her head. Without it to ground himself, he feared he’d melt right into the water spiraling down the drain. Her mouth was that damn hot. “That mouth is fucking lethal.”

He hadn’t moved again, so she took matters into her own hands, drawing back and sucking him deep once again, only this time, his dick butted up against the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, the pressure of her spasming throat squeezing his cock head.

“Jesus.” There was no way in hell he was going to last more than two minutes. His head bowed, and he became completely captivated by the picture she made. Lips spread wide to accommodate his bulk, eyes closed, lips stretched around his girth, fingertips white with the force it took to maintain her grasp on the bench.

She let up on the pressure, allowing him to slip almost fully from her lips then kept her mouth open as he gently thrust back in. This time, when he bumped her throat, she was prepared and swallowed. Nothing had ever felt so good. Time to kick it into gear before he shot down her throat too early.

“Ready for more?”

Eyes on his, she nodded and hummed around a mouthful of cock. The vibrations traveled up his dick and seemed to settle in his balls making his hips snap forward involuntarily. After that, it was game on. Over and over, he thrust deep into her mouth. For a second, he worried it was too much, but the pleasure was so sharp, so overwhelming he couldn’t stop if a gun was at his temple. Shell had no complaints, she took every rough drive into her throat and sucked him like she was trying to remove his skin.