Pagan (The Henchmen MC 8)

"You like my cock in that sweet mouth of yours, huh?" he asked as he pulled me up until I crawled back up his body to straddle him again. "Trust me, pet, I want nothing more than to watch your lips wrap around my cock as I come down that throat, but right now, I want you to ride me," he told me, releasing my hair, and reaching into the nightstand for a condom. He rolled it on, then held his cock at the base. "Take my cock," he demanded, eyes heavy, voice deeper than usual, a sound that seemed to turn my belly liquid as I arched up and he rubbed his hardness between my folds, pressing my clit, then pushed hard against my pussy entrance.

I paused for the barest of seconds, my eyes seeking his.

Then, the pressure was too much to take, I slammed down, taking him hard and fast and deep, my hand slamming down on his stomach to hold myself up when just the simple act of penetration almost pushed me over the edge.

"Kennedy, move," he demanded, voice rough, obviously as far gone as me, both of us knowing it was going to be a quick fuck with, what I was sure, was going to be a shattering orgasm.

So I moved.

Slow for a moment, then gaining confidence, harder and faster, until the entire bed was shaking with each thrust, until my head was thrown back, until my whimpers became moans that became something else entirely that I didn't have a name for- something akin to a scream, but not quite.

My thigh muscles were screaming from the strain as I slammed forward into him, burying my face in his neck. "I can't... I can't..." I managed on a gasp.

To which, he didn't even hesitate.

A strong arm crushed across my hips, holding me completely still, and he started thrusting up into me- harder, faster, more controlled than I had been riding him, making me turn my face so my mouth was against his skin, muffling it when the sensations became to intense, and I screamed out his name as the orgasm ripped through me, so acute that it was almost painful.

"Fucking Christ, squeeze my cock," he growled as he thrust through my orgasm before yanking my hips down hard, and slamming so deep that there was a pinch as he came. With my name on his lips.

I wasn't sure how long I lay there, just a boneless mass of weight atop him, my body too overwhelmed even to consider moving.

But I was aware that my body had cooled and my breathing had slowed and my heart was a normal beat again when I turned my head out of his neck to his chest.

It was right then, too, that I saw the alarm clock there for the first time.

"Oh my God!" I shrieked, shooting upward, too frantic to even think of coving my nakedness like I might usually do. Tangled in his limbs, I actually stumbled onto my own feet on the side of the bed, raking a hand through my hair and looking around, realizing too late that my dress was where I left it- on the deck. "Oh my God..."

"Pet, what the fuck is the matter with you?" he asked, sounding lazy.

When I looked over at him, my eyes bugging out as he lazily sat up and moved to put his feet on the floor, watching me like I was the crazy one. Meanwhile, it was ten in the morning. Ten!

"I'm two hours late for work!" I announced, going over to his dresser, not caring about maybe him not wanting me to rifle through his things because I needed something to put on. I snatched the first tee I found and yanked it down over me, glad when the hem fell long enough to cover my ass.

"I'm sure Benny can hold down the fort," he said, still moving around slowly, like he had all the time in the world.

He did.

I didn't.

It was ten o'clock in the morning and both Benny and I had clients at the same time that morning. They would show up thinking they were double booked. And that shit did not look good to customers. They would be pissed. They would tell all their friends about the shoddily run hair salon they went to and how they should avoid it at all costs.

All for what? So I could get a couple orgasms? Insane, earth-shattering orgasms. But still. Sex was something fun; work was a priority.

"Kennedy, calm the fuck down," Pagan demanded, finding jeans, and yanking them on casually.

"Calm the fuck down? I'm two hours late for work, and it's a fifteen-minute drive back, and I have sex hair, and a walk of shame dress and shoes to show up in."

He watched my for a long minute as I rushed into the bathroom, desperately flattened my hair and finding his mouthwash to use, before he turned and walked away.