Diamond in the Dust (Lost Kings MC 18)

He hisses out a slow breath.

“How was your ride?” I ask, wrapping my hand around him and stroking.

“It was—Oh, fuck, chickadee—fine.”

“Your skin’s soft here.” I flick my thumb over the sensitive notch and squeeze. “But you’re so hard.”

He groans, a deep sexy noise.

Staring into his eyes, I dip down and take a long, slow lick. The familiar salty tang of him propels me forward, sliding as much of him in my mouth as I can take.

“Fuck,” he chants, running his hand over my back, straight under my panties.

I continue licking and exploring, welcoming him home.

His hands land on top of my head, thumbs stroking my cheeks. “You’re wrecking me, baby. I don’t think I can stand up much longer.”

I release him and sit back on my heels. “How rude of me.” I pat the mattress, inviting him onto the bed.

He climbs in and stretches out his big body, letting out a long sigh. I turn, kneeling between his legs so I’m facing him, and watch fascinated as he slowly strokes his hand up and down his cock.

Love blazes in his eyes as his gaze slowly travels over my skin. “Let me look at you,” he rasps.

I pull my shoulders back and lift my chin.

“God, that’s fucking sexy. I can see all of you.” He reaches for me, cupping my breast and rubbing my nipple through the thin blue fabric. “Your pretty nipples need the attention of my tongue.”

I trace my fingers over the inside of his thighs. “I wasn’t finished.”

“You want my cock?” He stops stroking, offering himself to me.

I scoot closer and swipe my tongue over the tip.

“Put your hands on my legs,” he says.

I rest them on his thighs, running my thumbs over hard muscles and bristly hair.

“Open.”

Laughing, I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. He touches the tip to me and I close my lips over him, sucking deep.

“Fuuck,” he groans. “That’s cheating.”

His hands fist at his sides and I take over, sliding my mouth down as far as I can. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and follow the slide of my lips. I stop and flick the tip of my tongue against the sensitive spot under the tip of his cock. Up and down

He groans and thrusts his hips.

I moan little noises of encouragement and change the flicking motion from side to side.

“Shelby,” he pants, “You gotta stop.”

Heat gathers between my legs at the desperation in his voice. I hum a no without taking my mouth off him and tighten my fist. His ragged breathing is my reward. I work him faster, making love to him with mouth and hands, letting him know how much I missed him.

Without warning, he sits up, taking himself away from me. “Hey,” I protest.

“Get up here.” He grabs me by the hips and drags me into his lap, tugging my top down until my breasts spill out. “That’s better.” He dips his head, sucking one nipple into his hot mouth, lashing with his tongue.

“Ohh,” I sigh and drop my head back, arching into him.

“Good little chickadee,” he murmurs, sucking my other nipple into his mouth.

My hips move in small, restless circles.

Logan slides his big hand between my legs, dragging his fingers over the thin fabric already soaked and clinging to me. He groans as he explores.

Releasing me, he falls back against the pillows, his lips curving into that beautiful cocky smirk. “Show me this up close.”

“What?” I slide my hand over my stomach under my panties. “This?”

He reaches for me, his large hand circling my wrist. “Come ride my beard like a good girl.” The low, sensual order can’t be ignored.

I straddle him and he guides me up over his chest. Flexing those perfectly sculpted arms, he lifts me until I’m hovering over his face.

“Perfect.” He rests his hands on the backs of my legs, slowly caressing his way upward, over my hips. I bite my lip as he slips between my legs and traces his fingers over my lips, pressing the wet fabric against my flesh. His thumb slides over my clit and my entire body jerks.

He groans with appreciation. “You like that?”

“God yes.”

“Come closer.” He slides his fingers under the material, stroking his knuckles against my core.

The tight, hard throb between my legs almost hurts.

His hands fumble with the panties at first trying to slide them down my hips. He pulls me closer, capturing the delicate fabric between his teeth and pulling.

The material rips. He lets out a savage growl of appreciation.

There’s no time to mourn the loss of my pretty new outfit. His nose grazes my now bare pussy. I lean back, resting my hands on his legs.

He licks and my brain fuzzes. “Oh.” Shamelessly I spread my legs wider and inch closer to his sinful mouth.

“Mmm,” he encourages, sucking and licking.