On Your Knees, Prospect (Kings of Hell MC 3)

Jake looked up, flattening his tongue against the hot balls and licking his way up Vars’s crotch, all the way to where the cylindrical bulge ended. Leather was sweet in his mouth, spiced with a hint of Vars’s arousal, and when their eyes met again over Vars’s groin, pleasure twisted inside Jake so rapidly he barely restrained his hands from unzipping his own pants.

He wasn’t here to satisfy his own lust but to honor a commitment, so release would only come once this was over, once he was allowed to leave the room. He would be blue-balling for all those tantalizing minutes, but thinking of having his own gratification delayed in Vars’s service only fueled his arousal. He’d be denied pleasure, forced to focus only on the man who’d fairly won his favors, and that in itself was a turn-on.

Right here and right now, he existed for Vars’s desire. Jake’s mouth would serve the needs of the victor, letting this massive cock fuck the hole between his lips until it spurted gallons of cum. Jake couldn’t wait to swallow it all.

He pulled apart the belt, going for the button and then the zipper next. The clang of the buckle rang in Jake’s ears, spiking his lust each time. It took him right back to how he had obediently kept his hands on the car when Vars fucked him.

Vars exhaled, and for the first time in days, his thick fingers touched Jake. They ghosted across his nape and shoulder, triggering explosions of sensation that stayed in place instead of dispersing, until it led to Jake believing he had goose bumps only in places Vars touched.

“We’ve neglected Jake recently,” Knight whispered nearby, and it brought Jake right back to the conversation the two of them had at the hospital. Back then, he’d told Knight precisely that. Was this some kind of encouragement meant for Vars?

When Jake released the thick cock from the confines of underwear, he couldn’t help a groan. All of a sudden, he wanted Vars patched in along with him even less. Not because he didn’t want them to be treated equally, but because serving under Vars as a prospect was such a turn-on he couldn’t help but imagine that member patch on Vars’s cut already.

He’d clean Vars’s bike to then get fucked against it and thank Vars for the privilege. He’d be at Vars’s command whenever he wished, ready to drop to his knees and suck cock at a second’s notice. Whenever Vars needed to relieve the pressure, Jake would be there, eager to serve.

This imagined reality was getting him so horny he had to keep his hips from rocking. He focused on the delicious flesh in front of him instead. So perfect, so stiff, originating from a bed of trimmed dark hair. Jake wouldn’t let a cock this gorgeous wait.

Pressing his left hand against Vars’s balls, which were still confined in leather, he danced the tip of his tongue along the thick veins, all the way up, where the cockhead was shyly peeking from under the foreskin. The thick, salty scent of precum was like a shot of adrenaline straight to Jake’s veins. He wanted more, and fast.

Pulling down the foreskin, he dove right in, following the motion of his hand as he put his tongue against the slit and sucked. The grunt it elicited out of Vars spurred him on. Even if Vars didn’t know what this was really about for Jake, he’d still enjoy it. In Jake’s mind, a freshly sewn-on patch was attached to Vars’s cut, and Jake was giving the new member a warm welcome into the Kings of Hell family.

If that were to ever happen, would Vars take the opportunity to abuse his position, or would he be fair, taking what he deserved, but still expressing gratitude and treating Jake as a friend?

The vision made Jake intensify his ministrations, and he slid his lips lower on the thick cock that had felt so mind-numbingly amazing inside of him.

He rapidly breathed in through his nose, stiffening when someone’s hand pushed down his head from the back, but Vars must had slapped it away, because the unwanted pressure was gone with a brief movement of the hulking body in front of Jake.

“Don’t. You didn’t win this,” Vars grumbled

Jake smiled around the thick length and dipped his head lower, eager to show off his deepthroating skills in hope of Vars going mad just thinking about Jake’s lips in the future. Maybe it would make him work on getting his patch sooner, so that he could rightfully give Jake orders, without any of them having to overstep the boundaries of hierarchy.

Vars’s hand was back at his neck, this time steadily resting there, like a manifestation of the power Vars now held over Jake. Its heat soaked into Jake’s flesh, turning his blood into lava that coursed wildly through his body and stiffened once it reached his dick.