Hell on Wheels (Kings of Mayhem MC 4)

CASSIDY

That night it rained. Hard. It pounded into the river and rattled against the windows as Chance laid me down on the plush rug in the living room and made love to me with excruciating slowness. It was easy to forget the outside world when I got lost beneath his touch and the things he did to my body.

Afterward, we ate ice cream out of the tub and drank neat whiskey as we smoked his cigarettes and talked.

For the first time in my life, I was free.

Really free.

And I didn’t want the feeling to end.

We talked about a future, and as we got drunk on whiskey, we got more intoxicated on our plans.

Here, wrapped in our own little universe, it was easy to forget the outside world and all the darkness I was running from.

When we lost power, we lit candles. And in their soft, muted light, we began to make love again.

Chance slid over me, moving slowly as he parted my thighs and covered me in his delicious warmth. With one purposeful push, he was inside me and the sudden fullness sent my eyes into the back of my head. I ran my hands down his powerful and muscular back, my hips tilting to meet every slow and controlled thrust. He nuzzled into the crook of my neck, and his breath was hot and comforting as we fell into a deeply erotic rhythm.

I bit down on my bottom lip, more aware of every thick hard inch of him pushing in and out of me. I lingered on the edge of an orgasm, my body surging forward to take it but not quite reaching it.

Frustration prickled at my nerves. Sensing my need, Chance pulled out of me and slung my legs over his shoulders. Light and stars danced before my eyes as his velvety tongue found my clit and the swollen wet flesh of my sex.

I clawed at the plush rug beneath me, my hips driving up to meet every tormenting lap of his tongue.

It was pure torture. The slow build. The shallow dips. The teasing licks. His heated groans against the most sensitive part of me whenever I moaned. I felt my body tighten. Felt the tension knot and pull until it snapped and my climax spread through me like wildfire. I cried out and arched into him, blindly grabbing the leg of the sofa behind us as the ecstasy consumed me.

I sank, boneless and spent, into the floor. I was liquid. Done for.

Chance rose up from between my thighs and crawled along my body.

“That was …”

“The best head you’ve ever had?” he asked, his eyebrow cocked with confidence.

“Dreamy,” I sighed, teasingly.

“And the best head you’ve ever had,” he repeated.

When I didn’t reply, he gave me a dark, fiery look. He had my head caged between two muscular arms, and the look on his face was dark and masculine, heated by the molten fire in his eyes.

When I still refused to give him the answer he wanted, he drove his hard cock into me, his eyes riveted to mine as he pulled back, only to thrust back into me harder and deeper.

If he wanted me to tell him he was the best, then this was the worst way to go about it. Because I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.

As if reading my mind, he pulled back again. Instead of driving back into me, he dragged his cock all the way out so just the tip brushed against my slippery clit. Slowly, he started to tease me with it, swirling through my wet flesh, dipping into me but not enough to satisfy my body’s craving for him. I squirmed against him. Wanting more. Needing all of him.

“Please,” I begged, wanting all of him inside me.

He grinned down at me, flooring me with the most devastating smile. His wet hair fell over his forehead, and he brushed it back with his free hand while the other tortured me with his cock.

“Say it,” he commanded.

“It was the best head I’ve ever had,” I breathed desperately.

Leaning down, he kissed me. “Baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

Rewarding me for my good behavior, he slowly pushed into me and detonated my orgasm, sending me into outer space for the second time that night.

CASSIDY

I woke up to Chance kissing me goodbye.

He leaned down and planted a long kiss on my mouth, the warm scent of him engulfing me. He was freshly showered, and I could smell the sexy combination of his heat, deodorant, and soap on his skin.

I had been in such a deep sleep I hadn’t heard him get up or have a shower.

“I won’t be long. Only a couple of hours. The prospect is on his way.”

The sun was out. It was a perfect morning to get some time in at the fisherman’s cottage.