My Dark Knight (Kings of Hell MC 2)

The world became a blur around Elliot when Knight lowered himself over him and roughly fucked him until they were almost flat against the ground with Elliot spread under his muscular body. Sensual kisses to Elliot’s back and hot, possessive rubbing of Knight’s hands all over him were merely accompanying the firm thrusts that gained intensity once Elliot’s body was ready. It was as if Knight could somehow read his body language and know exactly what Elliot needed to completely forget himself in the intense pleasure of Knight’s cock thrusting into him over and over.

Elliot only noticed he was getting louder when words escaped his lips instead of unintelligible moans. “Yes. Fuck. Do me like that. So good.” His cheeks were as hot as the fire next to them, but all he could focus on was Knight’s dick sliding in and out like a well-oiled machine. Taking it inside him was such pure pleasure his cock was already leaking precum all over the furs.

In a rapid movement, with one arm around Elliot’s chest and the other sliding up to Elliot’s neck, Knight pulled him up so that they were both kneeling, and the change was so intense Elliot’s mind went blank every time Knight’s cockhead nudged at his prostate.

Oh, that was fucking heaven right there. Sparks went flying up his cock, but he almost orgasmed on the spot when Knight whispered into his ear.

“Jerk off. I wanna feel your tight ass milking me.”

Elliot followed the order so frantically his dick twitched in his own hand, and with the sensations from the new position combined with Knight’s intense fucking, he came in just a few strokes, moaning Knight’s name.

His head was still spinning when Knight pushed him forward, grabbed Elliot’s hips and fucked him doggy style. The world was trembling, but Elliot braced himself and just felt the rough, shallow thrusts rubbing his ass from the inside. There was intense heat spreading all the way down his legs, but before it could become too much, Knight’s cock dove right in, and Elliot could sense it pulsing in the same rhythm as his own hole.

Knight was coming. Inside him.

Elliot grinned to himself like an idiot, uncaring if anyone could see. Knight fucked him, kissed him, and now left his cum deep inside to mark just who Elliot belonged to.

Elliot collapsed as soon as the thick cock slid out of him. His limbs were unable to hold him up, and as he landed on his side, spread out for everyone to see and with absolutely no shame left, he saw Knight disposing of a used condom.

He bit his bottom lip, torn between regret that he wasn’t in fact dripping with Knight’s cum, and tenderness that Knight actually cared for safe sex when he could have gotten anything he wanted from Elliot.

Knight’s eyes met his, and a cocky smile appeared on that painfully handsome face. Fox and his wife were having sex right behind Knight’s back, but Elliot was so immersed in watching his lover it almost seemed like everything around them moved in slow motion.

Knight stroked Elliot’s thigh and closed his jeans before leaning forward until his body drowned Elliot in shadow. “I’m tired. Wanna hang out at my place?” he asked, rubbing his nose along Elliot’s jaw.

Elliot nodded, as if in a trance. He’d agree to anything right now.

His body ached from all the exertion, but it was a good kind of muscle pain. Like that time a few years ago when he’d tried to take up running and got into it for a few weeks.

He reached for his jeans, still catching his breath and pleasantly sweaty.

Knight slipped his hand under Elliot’s nape and kissed him, slowly and thoroughly as if he wasn’t done discovering all there was to Elliot’s mouth. He then stood up, somewhat shakily, and offered Elliot his hand.

The joyful feelings flaring up all over Elliot’s body were in such juxtaposition to how this evening had started, that Elliot was still a bit dizzy with happiness. He dropped his clothes and hugged Knight tightly instead, torn between wanting to be all alone with him and the fact that their bodies would have to part for it to happen. He even bent over with Knight when his lover leaned down to pick up the throw they used. It swung in the air and then sheltered them both, a thick covering that smelled of sperm and victory.

Elliot didn’t care for clothes anymore once he was under Knight’s arm, wrapped together in fur like they were one body. As they walked along the walls to avoid tripping over other people’s bodies, he noticed Beast staring daggers into them. But under Knight’s protection, it seemed no glare could reach Elliot.

*

Hot water cascaded down Elliot’s chest and drizzled down his face until he could taste it as he hugged his cheek to the gray tiles of the shower. He opened his eyes and looked down at his dick. At his feet. At Knight’s toes right behind him.