Lazarus (The Henchmen MC 7)

I reached in, snagging the waistband of his boxer briefs as well and pulling them down as far as the position would allow. His cock was hard and straining and way, way too tempting.

My head ducked.

My tongue swiped.

And I took him inside, sucking him deep as his breath hissed out of his mouth and his hand slammed down hard on my head, curling slightly into my hair and tugging until I angled my head up to look up at him.

"Fuck," he growled, eyes half-closed.

That was all the encouragement I needed.

There was no hesitation, no second-guessing, no worry if I was going to make him come before I could feel him inside me. I needed him to feel even half as good as he made me feel.

"Fuck, okay," he said, breathing hard, yanking my hair until his cock slid out of my mouth. "You have a sweet mouth, honey, but I've hardly been able to think of anything but being inside you. I'm not going to ruin that opportunity," he said, finger stroking down my jaw before he started scooting up the bed, making me move backward until I was against the pillows.

He came over me, his chest crushing into mine, his thighs pressing mine apart so his cock pressed against my slick cleft. His hand slid down my outer thigh until he reached my knee, grabbing it and pulling it up around his waist, giving him better access as he rocked against me, watching my face as he did so, eyes hot enough to burn as my whimpers became moans as he stoked the desire back up to where it had been before he had given me release.

He leaned down, taking my lips again- softer, sweet, unexpectedly heart-melting as his weight shifted so he could reach for the nightstand.

I was vaguely aware of the drawer opening and closing and the crinkle of a condom foil, but was too busy demanding more- harder, rougher from his mouth as he stubbornly kept things slow and loving.

My hips rocked with him for a long couple of minutes before he finally pushed up to protect us, eyes watching me.

He made a move for the bed again but when I reached for him, he moved off to my side, laying on his side facing me, reaching to pull me onto my side facing him as well.

His hand landed on my neck and whispered gently down my arm, my side, my hip, my thigh, snagging my knee again and bringing it up over his hip, letting his cock press against me again.

But he wasn't teasing me.

It wasn't foreplay.

His cock moved down me until I could feel the head pressing against the entrance to my body- just a still, firm pressure there that had my arm going around his back, my nails digging in, my hips trying to sink down. But he had control of my thigh and wouldn't allow it as he watched me for a long minute, eyes unreadable.

My lips parted to ask what was wrong.

And then he slammed deep.

A shocked moan escaped me, making his smile spread slow and lazy, enjoying the torment, eating up my reactions to what he was doing to me.

I didn't know what to expect from him, finding him rough one moment and soft the next. So when he pulled out of me, my body tensed, trying to hold onto him. But when all that was left inside me was the head, he paused, then slammed back inside.

Not fast, but hard.

And that was how he fucked me- hard, deliberate, eyes intense, hands crushing into my soft curves as he drove me up fast, as he didn't even pause when pushing me over the edge, making me crash into an orgasm that had me screaming out loud enough to wake the neighbors in the whole building.

"Oh my God. Oh my God," I whimpered into his chest, struggling to find my breath and failing completely.

But I barely had time to draw one strong breath before he was grabbing me and rolling onto his back, pulling me onto him, and thrusting up into me.

Not hard, but fast.

I buried my face in his neck as he fucked me. There was hardly even a break in between moans- the whimpers becoming like one long, frantic, needy sound that I had never heard myself make before.

"Bethany," he barked, the sound more of a demand than anything, making me grumble as I pushed up on shaky arms, looking down at him. "I want to watch you come," he explained, one hand going to frame the side of my face as his other went behind my head, tracked up the back of my neck, sank into my hair, and yanked.

"I can't," I said, shaking my head.

Three in a row was just asking too much.

"You're going to," he said, voice a rough growling sound. His jaw was tight, his eyes fierce, his body tense.