Fallen Lords MC: Books 4-6 Page 7

  Lord have mercy, did I. I bit my lip and nodded. “It’s possibly crossed my mind a time or two.”

  He lowered his head, his lips hovering over the bare flesh of my breast. “Wonder what it would feel like if I kissed you right here.” His warm breath washed over my skin, teasing me.

  “Please,” I whispered. I wasn’t above begging.

  “You taste like watermelon all over?”

  “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” He wanted to know what I tasted like, and I needed to know what his kisses would feel like all over my body. We could kill two birds with one stone if he would just lower his lips an inch.

  His right hand molded to the curve of my hip while the other pulled down the cup of my bra. “I’d die a happy man right now if God took me,” he rasped.

  “Let’s hope he doesn’t take you before you kiss me again.”

  He looked up, and his eyes connected with mine. “I take you in my mouth, babe, I’m not going to be able to stop.”

  It was a warning. One I should have heeded. Wrecker wasn’t the type of man I usually wound up with. I had run into two of the guys who had spent time with me, and each of them now made my skin crawl from the fact I had let them touch me.

  If this was only destined to happen once with Wrecker, I knew if I ever ran into him after, he would set my skin on fire, not make it crawl.

  Wrecker was everything that was probably going to be bad for me, but I didn’t care. He was rough, gruff, and demanding. He barely laughed and was always bossing me around. He should piss me off.

  He didn’t, though.

  I wanted him.

  I wanted him more than anything I had ever wanted in my life.

  “I’m waiting,” I whispered. I wasn’t going to turn down my chance to share my bed with this man. I would be a fool to say no.

  He didn’t wait.

  He didn’t hesitate.

  He had given me a chance to run, but I was still in this thing. I’d always had an attraction to Wrecker, and the more time I spent with him, the more I realized what a good guy he was. A little rough around the edges, but still a good guy.

  Wet kisses were pressed against my breasts, his mouth traveling back and forth between the two as though he didn’t want one to have more attention than the other. “Watermelon,” he mumbled.

  “Heaven,” I replied. His mouth was better than anything I had ever imagined. This man should be registered as a lethal weapon from the things he made me feel. Just the brush of his mouth on me was almost more than I could take. Almost. “Don’t stop doing that. Ever.”

  I felt his body rumble and knew he was laughing at me again. Oh well. He could laugh all he wanted when his lips were on me.

  “Sit up.” He grabbed my hands and pulled me up while he sat back in-between my legs. His hands were pulling my shirt over my head and circling around me to unclasp my bra before I could even blink.

  “Holy cannolis.” He pulled his shirt over his head, and all logical thought fled. I knew from his arms that he was tattooed, but I didn’t know exactly what was hiding under his shirt.

  My eyes feasted on loads of ink and bulging muscles. He had muscles in places I didn’t even know had muscles. I knew the man was built like a brick shit house, but just damn. “I bet you could lift me over your head.” I needed to start keeping tally of all the dumb things I said in front of him. Though, if I did, I would probably die of embarrassment at the extremely high number.

  He ignored me. That worked well for my ego.

  His arms reached for me, and I gladly fell into them. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my body pressed against him, and I arched my back. He trailed kisses across my collarbone, his beard tickling my skin along the way. His hands palmed my ass, and he lifted me onto his lap, my tits right in his face. “Whoa.”

  He didn’t say anything. He couldn’t. His mouth was full of my breast.

  “Wrecker,” I moaned. I had never been one to go off from just a little bit of kissing, but with Wrecker, everything I thought I knew about myself went out the window because I was seconds away from pulling a Mike Billy and coming with my pants still on.

  He toppled us over on the bed. His mouth left my breast and claimed my mouth. He grabbed my hands and held them over my head while he kissed me. The weight of his body on top of me felt like a blanket that I never wanted to get out from under. “Keep your arms there,” he ordered.

  I wasn’t going to argue because he was more than in charge of what was going on, and I was totally fine with that.

  He sat back on his heels, popped open the buttons on my jeans, and worked them down my legs. “You got a thing for cows, babe?”

  “Huh?” That was an odd thing to ask when you were taking someone's pants off.

  “Your pajamas, and now your underwear, babe.”

  I looked down my body and remembered I had slid on my cow print boy shorts this morning. “I tend to gravitate toward it.” At least, when it came to pajamas and underwear. Although, I did have a killer skirt hanging in my closet dying to be worn.

  He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and slowly tugged them down my legs. “Well, they’re going to gravitate onto the floor right now, babe.”

  “More than okay with that,” I sighed. “I’d be okay if your pants and underwear joined them too.” No sense in my underwear getting lonely down there.

  “In due time,” he muttered. “Scoot your head up to the pillow.”

  I awkwardly slid myself up the bed on my elbows ‘til my head hit the pillow. “You’re really bossy.” I thought it was best to point that out to him while I did exactly what he told me. It somehow made it feel like I was protesting a little bit even though I wasn’t.

  He rested his hands on my thighs and pushed my legs apart. “Who would have known all it would take for you to listen to me was to get you naked.”

  “Guess I only listen to you when I don’t have clothes on.”

  He chuckled and laid down on his stomach between my legs. His face was directly in front of my pussy, and I tried to focus on the words coming out of his mouth. “I’ll have to remember that, babe.”

  “Huh?” God, I was a mess. “What are we remembering?”

  He chuckled and splayed his hand over my pussy. “Damn, you’re cute.”

  “Um, thank you?” What were you supposed to say when someone calls you cute but had a hand over your pussy? Thank you seemed like a safe bet.

  A tremor rocked through my body when he leaned forward and pressed kisses where his hand had been. “One last place to find out what you taste like.”

  Oh, heavens above. I was going to combust on the spot. “Mmkay.” Wasn’t going to argue with him wanting to find out. It was also the last place I craved to know what his mouth would feel like.

  His fingers parted the lips of my pussy, and the cool air sent a chill through me in anticipation. “Dripping,” he growled. That would be his damn fault. Pretty sure it was a swampy mess of need and desire down there.

  His tongue flicked my clit, and I dug my heels into the mattress. “Sweet burritos. Give a girl a little bit of warning before you go straight for the buzzer,” I gasped.

  He ignored me once again. He seemed to be good at that. He was also good with his tongue. So damn good.

  “Shush, babe,” he ordered.

  “Silence,” I whispered.

  He sucked my clit into his mouth as my reward for shutting my mouth. It wasn’t going to take much to make me go off like a rocket.

  He lifted his head from my pussy and pressed a kiss to my inner thigh. “Sweet as fuck.” His beard tickled the inside of my leg, and I bucked my hips. This was all too much. I didn’t know what to feel first. His words went straight to my head while my body freaked the hell out whenever he touched me.

  His mouth returned to my spread pussy, honing in on my clit, while one of his fingers gently probed my hole. His tongue altered from licking and flicking while he thrust inside me.

  Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I was in H
eaven. Nothing in life would ever beat this moment.

  I dropped my hands and delved them into his hair. I would have buried them in his beard but his face was otherwise occupied at the moment. His name escaped my lips when I slammed my eyes shut and felt my orgasm wash over me. I dug my heels into the bed and lifted my ass to press my pussy up to his mouth.

  “Ah, stop, stop,” I groaned. This was too much. My body was going to start gearing up to come again if he kept it up.

  He pressed sweet, soft kisses along the insides of my thighs while my body came down from the amazing high he had sent me on. “Don’t move,” he whispered.

  My ass wasn’t going anywhere because my legs were Jell-O, and there was no way in hell I was going to be able to walk.

  I opened my eyes, watched him drop his pants to the floor, and was pleasantly surprised by the ink on his legs and the fact that he didn’t wear underwear. His dick bobbed heavily between his legs, and I popped my elbows under me to get a better view.

  “Wowzas.”

  He chuckled and ran his fingers through his beard. “Never have a fucking clue what’s gonna come out of that mouth of yours.”

  I shrugged. “It’s normally a crapshoot of what I’m going to say. Half the time, I don’t even know what I’m going to say until it’s out of my mouth.”

  He dropped a knee onto the bed and twirled his finger in the air. “Flip over on your stomach.”

  I did what he asked because I was naked, and his dick was “wowza” amazing.

  “On your hands and knees.”

  A chill ran through my body at his command. He was so going to fuck me doggie style. “Yippee,” I whispered as I got my knees under me.

  “Wowza and yippee,” he muttered. “Gonna have to get you some better words for when I’m about to fuck you, babe.” I dropped my head to the pillow and moaned. The bed shifted as he moved behind me and ran a hand over the curve of my ass. “I know your pussy is dripping wet for me. I wonder if I can make you come again for me.”

  Just from his words alone, I could come again. “May the odds ever be in your favor,” I murmured.

  He lightly smacked my ass and growled. “Quiet.”

  “You got it, Beardilocks,” I whispered.

  His laid his hand on the small of my back while the other moved down my ass and found my clit again. “God damn, Alice. You’re fucking dripping.”

  Hey, there ain’t no shame in my game. The man drove me insane with need, and my body was letting him know I was ready to get it on.

  “Watch me,” he growled. “Look at me.”

  I got my arms underneath me and looked over my shoulder at him. His hand was wrapped around his dick poised at the entrance to my pussy. I licked my lips silently and made note I wanted to find out what he tasted like. “Can I say something?” I asked. I know, I know. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. It was something I was going to have to work on. Though I’m sure Wrecker was going to work on it too by the look he gave me.

  “About to bury my dick inside you, babe, and you got something to say other than screaming my name?”

  I clicked my tongue and slightly shook my head back and forth, debating if I wanted to say anything. “I plan on screaming your name, don’t worry about that. I just wanted to say, I’m like uber excited for this.” Uber. Add that to the list of words not to say during sex.

  Wrecker chuckled and shook his head. “Can I fuck you now, or do you have more cute shit to say?”

  I probably did have some more weirdness I could spew but I thankfully thought it through and shook my head.

  “Head down, ass up,” he growled.

  He was going to need a fire extinguisher to put out the fire if he kept talking like that. Who would have thought Wrecker’s crude mouth would be a huge turn-on for me? Though Wrecker as a whole got my engine running more than anyone else.

  I dropped my face back to the pillow and arched my back to position my ass right into his hand that was still stroking his dick.

  “Eager,” he mumbled.

  Eager didn’t even begin to describe it. I was fucking ready.

  He slowly pushed inside me, his “wowza” dick stretching and filling me.

  This was good.

  Fucking good.

  He slowly thrust in and out, his hands holding my hips as his fingertips dug into my skin. “Feel it, babe.”

  Oh, I felt it. Lord have mercy, did I feel it.

  Everything Wrecker did, he did with purpose. And his purpose right now was to make me come for a second time. The only difference this time was, I was going to come all over his dick.

  I liked the feel of us together. He thrusted in, I reared back, slamming into him, and when he pulled out, I rocked forward. We worked in tandem, each searching for the thrust to knock us both over the edge.

  Wrecker went first, but as soon as he growled out my name, I was following right behind him with my pussy wringing his cock dry. His hands held me tightly, his dick buried in me root to tip, while I tried not to fall over.

  He slapped my ass, then leaned over to press a kiss to my shoulder. “Now that is how you fuck, babe.”

  I couldn’t argue with that statement. Being with Wrecker had been off the damn charts. There wasn’t anything to complain about from his magical mouth to his wowza dick. He had rocked my world, and I was worried it was never going to be the same after that.

  He fell to the side, and I collapsed into the bed like a limp noodle. “Thank you,” I wheezed. What could I say? I was polite.

  He draped his arm across me and pulled me to his side. “You’re welcome, babe, but I’m pretty sure I should be the one saying thank you.” He worked the covers from under us and pulled them over us.

  “I need to go clean up.”

  He tossed back the blanket. “Hurry back.”

  I giggled and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “I think I should be the one saying that to you since you still need to make a run for Pringles and junk food while I clean up and order pizza.”

  He looked down at me. “I just fucked the hell out of you, and now you want pizza?”

  “A girl has needs,” I explained.

  “I thought I just took care of all of those needs but I can see I didn’t.”

  I slid out of bed and looked down at him. “I was hungry before, now I’m starving. It’s really your fault.”

  He threw back the covers. “And what am I going to get out of running to the gas station for you?”

  My eyes were glued to his dick that was still at half-mast, and I licked my lips. “I was thinking there might be a part of you I want to find out what it tastes like.”

  He jumped out of bed and grabbed his jeans off the floor. “Get cleaned up, order the damn pizza, and I’ll be back in twenty minutes.” He yanked his shirt over his head and sat down on the bed to put his boots on. “Nineteen minutes, babe. Get your ass moving.”

  I skipped into the bathroom and partially shut the door behind me. I took care of business, and Wrecker hollered that he was leaving. I heard the door shut and looked into the mirror.

  My hair was an absolute mess and my body was flushed a pleasant shade of pink. I ran my fingers through my hair, hoping to tame the mane. “We’ve learned one thing from this,” I mumbled. I leaned forward and smiled. “Promises of blow jobs motivates Wrecker.”

  Now, I was going to get pizza, snacks, and a taste of Wrecker for dessert.

  That was what I called a good ending to the night.

  *

  Chapter 11

  Wrecker

  “This is the breakfast of champions.”

  Alice was laid out on the bed with her head on my stomach while she munched on cold pizza.

  “Nah, pretty sure me eating your pussy this morning was the breakfast of champions.”

  She choked on the bite she had just swallowed and hammered on her chest. “You can’t say stuff like that without warning,” she wheezed.

  “Now you know what it’s like for me when you blurt out whatever c
omes to mind.”

  She rolled her eyes and sat up to grab her soda from the nightstand. “When I do it, it’s adorable.”

  “And what about when I do it?”

  She looked over her shoulder at me. “It’s just…I don’t know.”

  I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to my side. “Nice explanation,” I chuckled.

  She shrugged. “I thought it was. Save the randomness for me.” She winked and pressed a kiss to my lips. “What are you going to do with me today, Mr. President?”

  “Why don’t we go to Weston? We’re only about forty minutes away.”

  She stiffed in my arms. “Uh, really?”

  “Yeah.”

  She twisted and laid her arms on my shoulders. “Can we drop me at home first?”

  I shook my head. “Babe. We’re going to Weston cause we’re forty minutes away. I take you back home, I ain’t going to Weston.”

  “Perfect,” she chirped. “We can just go home.”

  I wrapped my arms around her, grabbed her lush ass, and pulled her on top of me. “We need to finish our talk from last night because what we were going to talk about last night has to do with the reason why you don’t want to go to Weston.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “That’s a hard pass for me.” She poked a finger into my chest. “You know what we should do? Go find mimosas. That sounds way better than talking.”

  “Not happening, babe. We talk and then maybe I’ll find you a drink.” We weren’t going to find any mimosas in this town, but I wasn’t about to let her know that.

  “You get three questions, Mr. President, and that’s it.”

  “And you have to answer them.” I knew if I didn’t say that, she was going to somehow get out of answering them.

  She rolled her eyes. “I hate you.” She sat back and looked down at me. “Ask away.”

  “Why don’t you want to go to Weston with me? You know Nikki wants to see you, and you haven’t even seen Cole yet.” I wasn’t going to beat around the bush with her about this. She had people who cared about her and wanted to see her. She wasn’t going to blow them off.

  “I’ve been busy. Next question.”