Diamond in the Dust (Lost Kings MC 18)

He chuckles and lifts my leg, guiding it over his hip. “I wasn’t trying to punish you. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Why’d I even feel the need to say that when Rooster’s always been so mindful of my body? Today’s events must have rattled me more than I realized. “I’m more than okay,” I whisper.

He thrusts his hips, his cock sliding against my core. I moan at the sensation.

The angle isn’t quite working for either of us. He lets out a frustrated grunt and nudges me to my back.

“Tell me what you like.” He plants his elbows on either side of my head, caging me in.

I run my hands over his arms, slowly squeezing hard muscles. “This. Pressed tight against you or you pressed tight to me.”

“Mmm.” He leans down and brushes his lips over mine. “What else?”

“Your hands on me.”

He lifts one arm, balancing his weight on the other, and cups my breast. “Like this?”

I exhale a shaky breath. “Yes.”

He lowers his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth, stroking with his tongue.

“Yes.” I dig my toes into the mattress and lift my hips. “That too.”

He releases me with a wet pop. “Where else? Show me.”

I curl my fingers around his wrist, dragging his hand to my waist. “I like when you hold me here.” I slide our hands lower until he’s clutching my hip. “And here. Tight. Like you don’t want me to get away.”

He lets out a possessive growly noise. “I don’t want you to get away.”

A happy shiver ripples over my skin. My lips curve and I shift his hand back to my waist. “Your big hands make me feel tiny.”

“You are tiny next to me.”

“I love when you hold me there and fuck me. Hard.”

He closes his eyes and groans.

I smother my laughter as he pushes his body between my thighs and grips my waist, yanking me closer.

“Like this?” he rasps, pressing inside me inch by inch. Slow but intense pressure builds.

“Oh, God, yes. Finally.”

He chuckles and thumps into me hard. “That what you wanted, chickadee?”

“Yes.” I reach up and run my fingers through his hair. “I like it when you’re behind me. On top of me. Under me.”

He rumbles with laughter and quickens his pace. I arch my back, seeking more contact and he grabs a pillow, shoving it under my hips.

“I like when you do that,” I whisper, hugging my legs to his ribs. “It’s very considerate.”

He grips my calf and stretches my leg out, brushing a kiss against my ankle before resting my foot on his shoulder. I lift my other leg and he gives it the same treatment.

“That feel good?” he asks.

He’s so darn big, as he thrusts deeper, the pleasure borders on pain. When I don’t answer right away, he sits back on his heels, takes my hands, and tugs me up into his lap. I hook my arms around his neck and hang on, rocking myself back and forth.

“I really love this.” I lick a sensitive spot on his neck and he groans. “Being mashed up tight against you.”

“I love it too, chickadee.”

“Do you like anything else?” I ask.

His hands drop to my ass, digging in. “Baby, every time I’m inside you, it’s fucking heaven.”

I work myself against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Lean back. Put your hands on the bed,” he demands.

I ease myself into the position. He keeps supporting me with a hand at my back but places the other one flat on my stomach, sliding it up between my breasts. “I like looking at you,” he says, his gaze sliding over every exposed inch of my skin.

I arch my back higher. “Kinda like reverse tabletop pose.”

He laughs. “More like Rooster loses his mind pose. Keep doing that.”

I continue moving against him, the two of us in a perfect sensuous rhythm. He rubs circles around my clit and I’m done. I squeeze my eyes shut tight, my whole body clenching over and over with pleasure.

“Yes,” he groans. “Oh, fuck.”

He keeps thrusting, while I push my hips into him, wringing every last bit of bliss I can out of the moment.

He grunts hard, racing headfirst into his own orgasm. A long, satisfied groan escapes his throat and his movements slow to jerky thrusts. After a few seconds, he pulls away and drops down next to me. His chest heaves and his hot breath tickles my breasts.

“Chickadee, you’re going to kill me.”

I run my fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry I—”

He places a finger against my lips. “Don’t ever apologize for telling me what you want.”

I kiss his finger. “Thank you.”

He gives me that cocky grin. “Purely selfish. I’m in a bet with myself to see how many times I can make you come each time.”

I burst into giggles, rolling to my side. “You’re drop-dead sexy from head to toes, you know that?”