Knights Rebels MC: Infatuation Part 19

"So f.u.c.king good." I take a minute to let her adjust to my size as I get used to not wearing a condom. Her walls hug me tight and the sensation of flesh on flesh almost pushes me to lose my load.

"I need you to move, Beau," she begs, ready before I am. I don't comply with her needs; instead, I let myself sink deeper.

After a few moments of controlling the urge, I start to rock my hips. Slow to start with, building my rhythm, each deliberate stroke pulling her closer to the edge with me.

"Faster," she moans, tipping her hips up to meet each thrust.

"Put your hands above your head, darlin'. Wanna see those perfect t.i.ts," I order. My b.a.l.l.s tense getting ready to explode. She follows my orders, and if my c.o.c.k could be any harder, it would.

"Good girl, keep your hands there, you hear me?" She nods, her eyes rolling back.

"Words, Kenz. I need words."

"Yes, Beau. I won't touch. Even though I want more than anything to touch you, I'm going to keep my hands on the boring bed." My grin grows wider at her unconventional way of submission.

f.u.c.k, what I could do to her and her sa.s.sy mouth.

I pick up my speed, my resolve all but gone and start to unleash faster, rougher strokes into her. Her fingers fist the blanket.

"I'm there, oh, yes, yes, yes!" she cries out, her hands move to her head, pulling her hair as her walls spasm around my c.o.c.k, gripping me as she rides out her release. It's enough to set me off. My b.a.l.l.s squeeze tight before exploding into her. Waves of pulsating pleasure roll through me as I empty the longest release of my life inside of her.

"f.u.c.k, darlin'." My pulse quickens as I thrust my hips over and over. The sounds of my b.a.l.l.s slapping against her fade out as our ragged breaths fill the room.

"It's never..." She sucks in a sharp breath. "The piercing..." Her head falls to the side as she gives up. I keep sliding slowly in and out of her. My c.u.m mixed with her arousal spills out between us with each motion, but neither one of us moves to stop it.

Jesus when was the last time I came that hard?

Never.

"Darlin', I don't even know where to start." Pulling a deep breath through my nose, I will my racing heart to calm as I finally pull out of her.

"Is it always like that?" She starts to laugh, her body shaking underneath me.

"I'll let you know after the second round." I look down at her. A deep, red blush covers her chest and a small sated smile paints her lips.

I really f.u.c.king hope so.

Nineteen.

Mackenzie I wake with a startle the following morning. Naked and exhausted, my mind's full of images from the night before.

"Oh, G.o.d. Yep it happened," I tell the empty room. I roll to sit up, and my body protests in a good way.

Turning my head, I check the time on my alarm clock. Ten-o-five. Though I'm not surprised, I still curse myself. I hate sleeping in this late.

The price you pay when you stay up till sunrise, letting a man f.u.c.k you silly, Mackenzie.

My mind flicks back to the moment Beau walked into my room last night and saw me getting undressed.

I was angry, hurt, but most of all I was done. Maybe it was the way he was looking at me that gave me the confidence to stand there and expose myself to him, or maybe it was my need driving me.

Need to be wanted. To be devoured. By him.

I'm not sure what made me do it, but I knew standing there would be our last chance. He reacted, thank G.o.d, but what shocked me the most was how he handed all control over to me. He said it wasn't something he wanted to throw me into, but I still picked up the subtle commands, the way he reacted when I sa.s.sed him back, and how he decided when I came. They were only indirect, but I still caught them and obeyed immediately.

It was unlike anything I've ever experienced before. If anyone had asked me prior to last night if I've had hot and heavy s.e.x before, I'd have said yes, plenty of times. But now? Now I can honestly say after last night, I've only experienced that level of arousal with one man. Beau.

He was different. He took the time to take me there. To make me come apart before even thinking about trying to get himself there. Yeah, the men I've been with always made sure I came, but not like Beau. Not where I was begging to stop.

After the first round, we took a shower, both of us exploring each other. By the time we were dry, we were ready for round two. Beau took control the second time, and surprisingly, I wanted more. I never thought I would see myself handing over so much. I know Beau hasn't even begun to show me what he likes, and while it scares me a little, it's not enough to push me away. I want to try to please him. I want to show him I would and could do anything he asked.

Even if my comfort level is tested.

The smell of coffee brings me back to the present. Pus.h.i.+ng all of last night's activities away for now, I roll out of bed and throw on his s.h.i.+rt. I forgo panties and go in search of him.

I find him in the kitchen, resting against the counter. Feet crossed in front of him, coffee mug in hand. His only clothing is boxer shorts, and I can't help but stare.

His body is a contradiction of hard and smooth: broad, high shoulders, firm chest with pecs that bulge beneath the skin.

Smooth line after line separate ripples of ab muscle. His waist is narrow, hips lean and his a.s.s. Ugggh, his a.s.s is tight.

Seriously, the man is dangerously s.e.xy.

"Morning." I stop my ogling and step over the threshold, a little unsure how to act. Do I go to him? Pretend like nothing happened?

There's no doubt last night was incredible. We both gave into temptation, and spoke about taking things slow, but would he regret it today? Would he pull away from me like he did last night in the kitchen?

He looks up at my voice. "Morning, darlin'." I hang back, still feeling self-conscious and maybe even clueless. "You gonna stand there making this awkward, or you gonna come give me a kiss?" he asks, driving my nerves away.

"I thought I would just watch you there in your underwear all morning," I sa.s.s back, before moving toward him.

He places his mug on the counter next to him and opens his arms for me to step in close.

"Is this a new dress code I'm not aware of?" he asks just as I press my mouth to his. His beard brushes against my lips, sending a zing straight to my c.l.i.t, reminding me how it felt to have him between my legs.

"Hmm," I murmur as his tongue traces the seam of my lips, coaxing them open and reclaiming my mouth. He tastes like coffee and Beau. The perfect mix I need this morning. The kiss takes on new life, as our tongues tangle, reuniting like long lost loves. Beau's hands come to either side of my face, cupping me closer to him.

"Geez, woman, I've been missing out on this every morning?" He pulls his lips away and leans his forehead to mine.

"What can I say, it's the beard." He throws his head back in a deep laugh before planting a kiss on my forehead.

"I need coffee," I tell him, almost desperate. He releases his hold on me and lets me step back. I don't waste any time and take myself to the glorious coffee pot.

"Gotta say, I'm liking our new dress code, darlin'."

I look over my shoulder at the playful tone in his voice and catch him checking out my legs. I turn back, roll my eyes and reach up into the cabinet for a mug. His s.h.i.+rt rises with me and I feel a little naughty knowing I just teased him.

Seriously, who knew yesterday morning we would be here, less than twenty-four hours later, acting like we hadn't spent the last two months pretending we weren't into each other.

"Please tell me you're wearing panties." Beau's pained growl rolls through me as a new wave of need takes over. Everything becomes an unimportant blur as my body awakens.

"Ummm." I laugh awkwardly, filling my mug with the black liquid. I don't have a chance to taste my coffee before Beau's front is pushed up against my back. His hard c.o.c.k nudging me between my a.s.s cheeks.

Holy h.e.l.l.

"Woman, are you trying to kill me?" His hot breath skirts over my ear while his hand glides up under the s.h.i.+rt.

I sag against him as his finger finds my pulsing c.l.i.t.

"You sore?" The soft rumble of his voice warms me as his finger glides down then drags my wetness up to my c.l.i.t.

"No." I whimper when he flicks my bud once. Okay, maybe a little sore, but I don't tell him. I want him any way I can.

"Good. Spread your legs, darlin'," he orders, and like a good girl, I do as he asks.

He sighs his approval, leaning closer to my ear. "This for me?" I become lost in my arousal as the words vibrate over my ear. "Answer me," he urges, dipping his finger lower again, moving more wetness to my c.l.i.t.

Oh, G.o.d, bossy Beau is here and I'm going to combust.

"Yeah." I nod, my hands finding the counter to hold on.

"New rule, no panties at breakfast," he commands, before sinking his teeth into the side of my neck.

"Good rule," I pant, thrusting my hips upward seeking more friction. He lets me have my play, stepping closer to give me support.

"Now, seeing as you came to breakfast with easy access, do you want me to make you come with my mouth or my c.o.c.k?"

"Mouth," I answer too quickly, a little too desperately.

Way to play it cool.

"I'll give you my mouth, darlin' as soon as you give me yours." He steps back from me, taking his finger with him.

I turn to face him ready to bargain, but my eyes fall to his c.o.c.k, standing tall and proud in his boxers.

"You want me to suck you off?" I ask as a new wave of hunger takes over. We didn't do this last night. In fact, he barely let me touch him.

"I want your mouth on my c.o.c.k. Yes. Not sure if I'm gonna let you suck it, or if I'm gonna f.u.c.k your mouth." I inhale a startled breath, the thought of him f.u.c.king my mouth leaving me wheezing.

"You want me to f.u.c.k your face, Kenz?" he asks, seeing my reaction.

I nod, but remember his rule of words. "I think so," I answer before he can remind me. "Yes, I mean yes." He smiles a crooked smile before giving me a wink.

Holy s.h.i.+t, can this man ever not be s.e.xy?

"You remembered. Good girl. Now on your knees, darlin'." I want to argue. I don't know why. I want to be on my knees, but the defiance in me decides to question him.

"Here?" I ask, looking down at the kitchen floor.

"Here," is all he says, pus.h.i.+ng away any discussion otherwise. I nod and then step forward. My arousal between my legs grows, and for the first time this morning, I regret not putting on panties. The slick wetness slides between my thighs as I step forward and go down on my knees.

Without taking any more instructions, my hands reach for his boxers. Slowly and carefully I pull them down. His c.o.c.k bounces free and before I can touch him, feel him, his hand fists it.

I look up at him, his gaze burns through me as he strokes himself, each one a sharp, rough caress.

"Is this for me?" I smirk up at him, using the same words he used on me.

"And then some," he answers, releasing his c.o.c.k. "Put it in your mouth," he orders, pus.h.i.+ng down on it to line the bulging tip with my lips. The small bar piercing through his head glistens with pre-c.u.m. I want to reach out and lick it, play with it, but I know he's testing me. Challenging me to push him. Not wanting to disappoint, I lean forward and open my mouth.

My eyes stay on his as he slowly guides himself inside.

"f.u.c.king h.e.l.l!" He hisses as I mold my lips around his width. A shudder runs through me as I accommodate his size. My arousal grows, sliding between my thighs.

Squeezing my legs together, I focus all my attention on what's happening in my mouth. The cool bars from both of his piercings glide on my tongue and I take a moment to let my mouth memorize it.

"You control this, Mackenzie." Beau coaches me, moving his hands to either side of my face. He continues to glide back and forth between my lips. I can't take him all without needing to gag so he stops short, knowing just how far to push.

"You want to stop this, you stop. Simple," he reminds me, giving me an out.

"Hmmm," I acknowledge his words with a slight nod.

"Good girl. Now, I want you to relax your throat. I'm not going to hurt you, but by the time I'm done, you're gonna take me whole." He smiles down at me before picking up his pace. I keep my breathing steady through my nose, careful not to lose it. I haven't given head like this before. Not with someone else in control, that fact alone makes it more erotic.

"f.u.c.k, baby, your mouth is heaven." His encouragement relaxes me more, a new need taking over. A need to please him. Beau continues to control his strokes, in and out. Deep and precise. His moans grow wilder the faster he pistons his hips. The bar starts to hit the back of my throat, but it's not uncomfortable. If anything, it ignites me.

Can I come without even being touched?

Not sure it's possible, I slip my hand between my legs and find my c.l.i.t. My own touch is electric, consuming as I work myself toward my own release.

"Stop touching," Beau barks above me, and instantly my fingers freeze.

"Hmm," I growl back. Frustrated doesn't begin to describe my feelings. I need this release.

"Not yet, beautiful. Want you to come over my mouth." His admission soothes me a little, but not much. I purse my lips tighter and relax my throat, with hopes to move this along so I can have the attention I too am craving.

"f.u.c.k, Kenz, gonna come too soon you keep it up." I suck deeper, wanting it as much as he does. His hands tighten in my hair, pulling my hair in a sharp tug, and for a split second, I tense. The sensation of being trapped between his hands threatens to freak me out, but I force myself to let my fear go. This is Beau, not Chad.

Beau, not missing anything, reads my reaction. He releases my hair instantly and slows, but I don't want him to end this. I want him to come.

Moving my hands to the thick muscles in his thighs, I pull him back to me, showing him I'm not ending this. He gets the hint and picks up his pace. Careful not to grip my hair again, he f.u.c.ks my mouth over and over. His groans grow wild, his strokes desperate, until an uninhibited cry of satisfaction fills the kitchen, and warm c.u.m explodes at the back of my throat. My stomach dips, the sounds of his o.r.g.a.s.m sends spasms through my p.u.s.s.y. Trying not to focus on the taste, I swallow everything he gives me until his moans of pleasure quieten and he slows his movements. Allowing me to make sure I take everything he offers, he stills briefly before letting his still hard c.o.c.k fall from my lips. I lean forward and run my tongue over his piercing. I look up under my lashes and watch him draw a sharp breath through his teeth.

"You have no idea how breathtaking you look down there, darlin'."