Spec (Hell's Handlers MC Florida Chapter 2)

“Jesus, Scott.”

He winked, then dropped the bra somewhere in the sand.

As he looked her over, his playful mood vanished. “Look at you lying there. Legs bent, nipples hard for me, pussy wet and on display.” And was it ever. The moonlight made her arousal glisten. He’d struggle like hell to keep from coming the second he got his mouth on her. “You’re fucking stunning, Livy.”

Her tentative smile didn’t match the brazen way she spread her legs wide and tilted her hips. “I could send you a picture if all you want to do is stare.”

His neck arched as he belted a laugh into the quiet night. If anyone were strolling nearby, they’d be glancing his way. Not that he gave a shit. It felt good to laugh after such a serious conversation. Sex for him typically involved a race to get off. A killer orgasm was the end goal. What the hell was the point otherwise? Connection? Emotions? Fuck no. Laughter, banter, the whole playful vibe, it’d just never been a part of fucking for him.

At least until Liv. Now he found himself in no rush to get to the climax. Sure, he wanted to fuck her and blow his load as much as the next guy, but it’d happen, and there was a ton of fun to be had along the way.

What a crazy mindfuck. The last thing he needed was something else screwing with his gray matter, so he grinned and focused on the physical, which was going to be hot enough to steam the fucking gulf.

A serious blanket once again settled itself over them. Scott circled her ankle with his fingers. Soft skin greeted him. All those damn potions and creams she used paid off. Hell, he’d rob a damn lotion factory for her if this was the result.

Taking his time despite the raging need pumping to his cock, he slid his palm up the back of her shapely calf. Olivia’s breath caught right before goosebumps broke out all over her leg. He kept going, wanting more skin with each second that passed, to the back of her knee, a tiny scar above her kneecap, back down to her ankle, and over the delicate bones of her foot.

He lifted her leg to his mouth this time, pressing a lingering kiss into the arch. Five perfectly manicured toes curled against the side of his face. Next, his lips met the prominent bone of her ankle. He trailed up the inside of her calf, brushing his lips along the skin. Livy’s breaths could be heard above the gentle lapping of the gulf.

“Scott,” she breathed on a sigh as he tongued the back of her knee. She shivered, and he watched as her fingers curled into the blanket beneath them. Her face held a mix of lust, anticipation, and wonder.

Her inner thigh slid like butter along his tongue. She squirmed as he drew higher to her sex. For fuck’s sake, he could smell her arousal and might die if he didn’t taste her in the next few seconds.

Hands inside her thighs, he pushed wide, spreading her out like a feast before him. He inhaled the groan as though truly enjoying the seconds before an incredible meal began. Olivia propped herself up on her elbows and gazed at his head lingering right above her pussy.

“You wanna watch me eat this dripping pussy?” he asked. How he spoke around the thickness in his throat would forever remain a mystery.

She nodded.

“Dirty girl. Mmm.” He shifted his attention between her legs. “So wet. All for me, huh?”

“Yes.”

“I like that,” he said before swiping his tongue through her sex. Her flavor hit his senses, and like the most potent drug, he was instantly addicted. “Fuck,” he mumbled as he licked her again.

Olivia whimpered and arched her back, putting those incredible tits even more on display.

The way she surrendered to him. How she trusted him. How she seemed to care. It fucked with his head, but he’d be lying if he claimed to hate it.

He knew one thing, though—her power over him grew with each taste of her pussy.

Their eyes met. Hers were hazy and full of need, but he was afraid to know what his revealed to her. “You’re gonna fucking ruin me,” he whispered.

Her eyes flared with shock a second before he lowered his head and ate the fuck out of her like he’d been dying to do.

Even with desire at an all-time high, one thought lingered.

It might be too late.

She might have already ruined him.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

THE MAN COULD do things with his tongue she’d only ever read about.

Within seconds, he had her trembling, and the need to come more imperative than ever. Every cell in her body responded to him in ways it never had to another man. Something in her called to him, and now that he’d had her, would any other man compare? Lance sure hadn’t. Even in the beginning, when she’d wanted him and enjoyed being with him, it hadn’t been like this. She didn’t crave Lance’s hands on her. She’d never been willing to beg, steal, or kill to feel his touch.