Sugar (The Henchmen MC 12)

My hips shifted and dropped slightly, making the palm of his hand cup me, press into my clit as he kept working my G-spot.

I could feel myself tightening as his gaze lifted to look down at me as my hips were grinding against his hand.

"Oh, fuck it," he said, fingers pressing in harder, making the orgasm explode through my system unexpectedly, too hard and fast for me even to catch a breath to cry out, leaving my mouth opening on a silent moan as my pussy pulsated hard around his fingers.

I hadn't even fully stopped coming before my hands were going down, grabbing the hem of his tee, dragging it up, desperate for more of him, for all of him, for everything I could get.

His fingers pulled out of me, allowed me to drag the shirt up fully, dragging his cut up with it, then discarding both to the floor, my eyes hungrily raking over the deep etches of his abdominal muscles.

My hand shifted downward, forefingers stroking into the deep V of his Adonis belt before grabbing for the button to his jeans, pushing it through, and working the zip down with nearly frantic hands, every inch of me buzzing with the need to feel him inside me. Snagging both his jeans and the tight black material of his boxer briefs, I dragged them both down until they started to fall on their own.

Sugar was stepping out of them even as my hand was seeking his hard, straining cock, promising perfect fulfillment, making my walls tense in anticipation.

Operating on need and desire alone, I slowly lowered myself down as my hand stroked him to the base. Angling my head up to keep my eyes on him, I slowly opened my mouth, but didn't shift forward, didn't take him in.

On a growl, his hand grabbed the back of my neck, holding me in place as his hips shifted forward, shoving his cock into my waiting mouth. It wasn't slow or tentative either. He made me take him to the hilt, each thick inch of him, until I felt the head stab against the back of my throat, having to swallow hard to suppress my gag reflex.

"Didn't tease you," he ground out when I didn't immediately start sucking him. It was a comment really, but also a demand.

I didn't tease you, so don't tease me.

I never had any plans to tease him, though.

Me, I was always a give-as-good-as-I-get kinda girl.

So my hand moved forward, cupping his balls as I pulled my mouth back slightly to cup him with my hand again.

And then I showed him that no one would ever accuse me of being a tease.

I sucked, licked, stroked until his body was tense, until a muscle in his jaw was ticking as he watched me, until his hand was brushing into the back of my neck.

"Enough," he growled, hand shifting to sink into my hair, grabbing, and pulling me onto my feet by it, something that sent a thrill through me.

I was no delicate flower.

I appreciated when a man didn't treat me like one.

As soon as I was on my feet, his hands were going down, snagging my dress, and yanking it upward, fingers raking over my skin in the process, promising marks on my somewhat sensitive skin that I could look over in the morning and remember.

It went up over my head, then dropped silently to the floor, leaving me completely naked in front of him, my nipples tweaking harder at the sudden chill.

"Bed," he growled, hands going behind me to grab my ass again, lifting me. This time when my legs folded across his lower back, his straining cock pressed against my slick pussy, the head rubbing over my clit too perfectly, making me whimper as my head slammed down on his shoulder. "Where's the fucking bedroom, baby?" he asked, sounding as far gone as I felt.

"First door on the right," I told him, thighs tightening on his hips so I could lift up and slide against his cock, getting a small bit of relief from the clawing need inside me.

I swear he made it clear across my apartment in just a few strides.

"The fuck..." he hissed as his foot seemed to catch something, sending him jolting forward a step before he righted himself - and therefore me - swinging us around so he could look down. "Didn't even fucking wake up," he said, sounding both surprised and confused.

"He will sleep through the end of the world," I told him as I realized what he had tripped over - Hannibal asleep in my bedroom doorway.

"Then he should sleep through you screaming my name in a couple minutes," he said, the words like a promise, making my belly do that twisty thing all over again.

His hands let go of my ass, reaching up to grab my wrists, pulling until I was no longer holding onto him, then grabbing my hips, yanking, and tossing me backward onto my bed.