I growl into his mouth, pillaging his tongue with mine. It earns me a rough shiver from him and a thrust of his hips, poking me in the cheek with his giant erection.
The piercings are Harley’s kryptonite.
“King Chevelle wants his ass filled?” He croons, lubing it with the conditioner then nudging into me.
“Yes, please,” I purr.
“Beg more,” he commands, pushing and shoving.
“Pleaseput your big cock in me, Harley.” I’m trembling and so eager, he’s able to make it in almost instantly. “Uhh,fuck… just like that…”
“Like this?” He hums, watching my eyes, then my lips, drilling into me from behind, so slowly that I feel every ridge.
“Fuuuckyea, cowboy…” I let out a gruff mewl, eyes rolling back.
“That’s it, your highness,” he kisses the words onto my lips, then my neck, then my shoulders, holding me open while he slides it in nice and deep. “Take this dick from your loyal subject.”
“Oh… ohhplease please.”
“Please what?”
“Fffuck my ass…”
Drawing back, he drives in again, pumping into me until I yelp.
“Shh…” Rook grins, practically nailing me to the wall. “We wouldn’t want everyone to hear howsluttytheir leader is.”
“I’m… p-pretty sure they…uhhfuck right there… already know.”
“Shit, babe…” Rook shudders, arms circling me, fingers teasing my erection where it’s trapped between me and the tile. “I’m not gonna last… You’re too damn tight.”
“Come in me,” I plead, head swirling. Seeing fucking stars.
I’m already close myself, since it’s been a few days and I’m keyed as hell. Every brush of his perfect dick on my spot is euphoria.
The climax is coming up quick when there’s a knock at the door to the bedroom. Still, Rook doesn’t stop.
“Go away,” I snarl, leaning back against his chest, eyes closed, heavy breathing echoing off the shower walls.
“Hello?? Chevelle and company?” It’s fucking Fenwick. “I’m here for your massage appointment!”
“Come back in ten!” Rook barks, jerking me harder while he swells and lulls inside.
“Five,” I moan, grinding back against him.
“I can’t hear you. I’m just gonna come in,” Trevel says, and we both shout at the same time.
“No!”
But it’s too late. He’s already in the room, and I’m seriously regretting not locking the door.Or closing the door to the en suite…
“Hellooo?” Trevel peeks into the bathroom, then gasps, “Oh my!”
“Go…away…” I growl, then groan, because Harley hasn’t stopped—he’s good like that—and I’m about to burst.
Trevel slaps his hand over his eyes. “I’ll just, um… wait out… here.” His fingers part, and he peeks through them.
“Fuck, I don’t even c-care… baby, I’m gonna come,” Harley croaks.
